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Post by observer on Feb 8, 2013 16:09:18 GMT -4
Jess readjusted her backpack and gym bag. She'd packed both full of clothes and other stuff she'd need. After an incident with her parents overreacting she'd decided to run away from home. 3 months, how do they see that as fair? She thought to herself, still angry about it. Its not like I knew some idiots would bring beer to the party. Hell I didn't even drink any of it either, despite the amount of people trying to convince me it was alright. She thought as she walked down the deserted road. She had thought to go to the mansion, but knew her parents would have Bob check there once they realized she was gone. They treat me like such a kid. Well we'll see how they feel about that after this. I'll find a place where they don't yell at me for no apparent reason. Jess pulled her white jacket closer to her body. It was a rather chilly night, which made her glad she'd worn her thigh high socks under her knee length skirt.
As she walked down the road, the strange fog that had covered it lifting, she noticed an old two story house up ahead. Given the fact the paint was really worn and peeling, no one had lived there for a long time. As she debated whether to break in and get war for the night she thought she heard a baby crying. As she got closer to the house Jess realized it was a baby girl crying. Partly worried someone had abandoned a child inside she rushed up to the front porch. As she came up to the front door, finding it open, the crying suddenly stopped. She gently pushed the open door in, stepping inside...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 14, 2013 17:05:22 GMT -4
It seemed like any house, except that age had turned it to rot and ruin. The wood turned a nasty shade of brown that looked almost wet, however, it smelled of fresh baby powder, instead of a moldy mess.
The crying had not started again, but there were so many things that were now drawing attention. An odd portrait hanging above a disused fireplace. A large staircase leading to both the upstairs and an attack. A door to the basement, paths to the kitchen and living areas.
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Post by observer on Feb 18, 2013 1:13:09 GMT -4
Looking around Jess decided she'd check the portrait first to see who may have lived here before heading upstairs. As she walked over to the portrait Jess set down her bags, figuring the look of the place would keep people from stealing her stuff. As Jess got closer to the portrait she could only see a man and woman's body on the right side of the portrait. The rest seemed to be obscured by dust. Taking a deep breath she began gently blowing the dust off, curious as to what took up the rest of the portrait.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 18, 2013 1:30:59 GMT -4
Beside the couple sat a 20 year old girl, who was extremly fat, wearing a shirt that only covered her large breasts, and most notably, a diaper. Her thumb was firmly placed in her mouth.
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Post by observer on Feb 18, 2013 1:38:07 GMT -4
Jess was a little taken back at the image of the portrait. "What kinda parents would do that to their kid?" She asked herself, noticing the couple was smiling at the fat girl. "Freaky." She said, turning her back on the portrait as she headed for the stairs.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 18, 2013 1:52:31 GMT -4
The wood of the stairs creaked and cracked loudly, showing the houses age. Dust flew off with every step as she made her way to the next floor up.
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Post by observer on Feb 21, 2013 6:01:06 GMT -4
Jess coughed as the dust surrounded her. She waved it away as she reached the top of the stairs, looking around to see how many rooms were up here. Before she could count the number of doors she found dusty picture frames on the wall. Each one had a girl similar to the one in the portrait down stairs, fat and dressed or acting like a baby. However each of these pictures had names on the frames for each girl. "Wonder what happen to this one's picture?" She asked herself, noticing one frame didn't have a picture in it at all.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 22, 2013 0:37:28 GMT -4
"Touching the painting, she felt it had the texture of a painting, like dried paint, but it was seemingly a blank canvas.
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Post by observer on Feb 22, 2013 3:32:02 GMT -4
"Weird. Wonder how it can be blank yet feels painted?" She asked herself, turning around quickly when she heard the sound of a baby crying again. Once her back was to the blank painting an image of Jess quickly appeared on it, her name embroidered into the bottom of the frame. Jess saw another set of stairs at the end of the top hallway, likely heading up into the attic. She saw 3 doors between her and the attic stairs, but it sounded like the middle door was where the crying was coming from.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 22, 2013 3:56:24 GMT -4
The door opened, and inside seemed to be...an odd labratory of sorts. Dusty as could be as if not used in years, it looked almost like something out of The Munsters or something.
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Post by observer on Feb 22, 2013 3:59:56 GMT -4
"Why would someone put a baby in here?" She asked herself as the crying abruptly stopped. Her curiosity getting the best of her Jess started searching the lab for the source of the crying she'd heard.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 22, 2013 4:03:27 GMT -4
As she entered, the door slowly closed behind her. As it did, the new painting of her began to smile. It looked happy. Content.
Inside the lab, there was no sign of any place one might keep a baby.
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Post by observer on Feb 22, 2013 4:10:15 GMT -4
As Jess looked around she eventually found a baby monitor sitting in front of some large laser device. "Are you kidding me? Someone's just messing with me?" Jess said angrily, grabbing the baby monitor and tossing it at the console next to the laser.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 22, 2013 4:21:15 GMT -4
The device suddenly triggers, switching on with loud noise, whirring after so many years of being dormant.
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Post by observer on Feb 22, 2013 4:24:20 GMT -4
Jess looked at it in surprise that it still even had power to run on. Before she could move the laser shot a pink ray at her, causing her to feel a bit tingly and light headed.
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