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Jan 24, 2013 23:38:00 GMT -6
Post by Gabe Bar on Jan 24, 2013 23:38:00 GMT -6
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Mar 5, 2013 1:03:57 GMT -6
Post by Rie (CSF) on Mar 5, 2013 1:03:57 GMT -6
“Which way do we go, then?”
“From here...the shortest way to platform four would be this way.” Kanon gestured down the platform, and trough the faint fluorescent glow she could make out another stairway. She gave a small nod of understanding, and they began their journey down the stone walkway toward them.
“I'd think everyone would be out celebrating with friends or family. What had you running around lost in the subway?”
Kyrie hesitated a moment, unsure if she should be sharing her personal problems with someone whose name she had only just learned. Her moment of indecisiveness didn't last particularly long, as it couldn't hurt to at least say why she was here, at the very least. “I left the party at the town hall a little early is all. I was...tired.”
He gave her a sidelong glance that he held for a few moments, but made no comment. Whether he was perceptive and picked up on her fib or not wasn't readily apparent. “What about you? Standing there for two hours waiting for a train on New Years Eve?”
“I have a bunch of morons for friends who decided to change our plans mid-drive.” Though there was irritation in his tone, there was also a fondness underlying the distaste. “Originally we were supposed to just stop at the hall for a bit, then head to one of their houses and just do fuck all. Instead one of them decided that we really, really needed to go screw around on the lake while it was still frozen over, and frankly falling into ice cold water didn't sound like a great time to me. So I had them drop me at the nearest subway tunnel and let them go get themselves killed.”
“No family parties?”
“Heh, no. My family is too quiet to really outright celebrate the new year. So I'm left with a bunch of idiots as company.” He laughed quietly to himself, as if enjoying a private joke for a moment. “Though if I had known I'd see you at the party, I would've had them drop me at the hall.”
“Ah...” Kyrie exhaled awkwardly as a response failed to surface beyond the small choke. Frankly she wasn't used to receiving compliments or being...hit on. At least that's what she thought he was doing, it was fairly subdued compared to the lines her friends had told her she would hear 'when her time came'. For all she knew he could mean it in a friendly way or-
“Do you always look incredibly puzzled when someone says you're pretty?”
“Uh...I'm just not...oh look, the stairs!” She clumsily derailed the conversation as they approached the stairwell, mounting it quickly and beginning to ascend. She heard a small laugh from behind her, then footsteps as Kanon followed behind her.
As she reached the landing, Kanon only a few steps behind her, Kyrie abruptly stopped as she noted two things. There was a gate barring passage to the concourse, and there was something slumped up against it.
It took only a brief look, and there was enough light shining in from beyond the gate to reveal the shape to be a woman. She was wearing a cocktail dress, and her hair was done up, but strands and entire sections of hair seemed to have been jostled free from the jeweled pins holding the rest of it in place.
The look on her face revealed nothing, but the light showed what her face couldn't. This woman was clearly dead. The entire left side of her neck looked as though she had been ravaged by some kind of animal, and her arms showed her feeble attempts at defense in the form of deep gouges.
“Oh god...” Kyrie stepped backward, nearly sending herself down the stairs, though Kanon's arm blocked her before she reached that point. “Please, don't fall down the stairs again so soon. I don't want to have to call the cops and an ambulance.”
He removed a cell phone from one of his pockets, dialing the appropriate numbers. Kyrie could hear the faint sound of ringing from the earpiece for several beats, before it was cut off by a violent burst of static. Kanon wrenched the phone away from his ear, the static loud enough to almost deafen someone. He ended the call, then tried to dial again, but this time there was no ring, only a buzzing static. “Phone line must be down. Well, we were supposed to get more snow...Shit...”
“How are you so calm? There's a dead woman in front of us!”
“Frankly, I'm starting to get a little freaked out.” There was a barely-contained tremble in his voice as he spoke. He shoved the phone back into his pocket, running a hand through his hair in thought. “There are payphones on the way to platform four, and we aren't getting past this gate. We're going to have to go back around.”
“I wish...there was something we could have done.”
“The least we can do is call the cops so she isn't left lying here. Disrespectful to the dead.” Kanon knelt down as if to examine the body, and Kyrie reached out her hand to stop him. But he only picked something up off of the ground near a discarded fur coat, standing back up to hold it in the light. “Looks like a taser.”
“Is it really okay for us to be taking it? Wouldn't that be disrespectful, like you said?”
“...I'll take my chances on tampering with evidence if there's someone running around this subway killing women. I'm not going to let whatever did this get you, either.”
“...Thank you. You barely know me and you're going through all of this trouble. Should we...should we cover her? I feel bad leaving her like this.”
“I think we've tampered with evidence enough as it is. She won't be here for much longer once we get to the payphones. For now, stay close.”
“Okay...” Before they went back down the stairs, Kanon tucked the taser into his pocket once Kyrie expressed she probably didn't have enough room in hers for it. They left the woman's body behind, walking back across the platform and up the stairs Kyrie was pushed on previously. She kept a deathgrip on the railing as she climbed, never pausing for anything until she was safe on the landing.
“Platform four isn't much farther, we just have to go down a few more stairs.” He pushed the sleeve of his coat back a little, looking at a watch on his wrist. “Screw searching for a payphone in this place. Once we're out of the tunnels we shouldn't have interference. We'll call the cops then.” Kyrie had agreed, though she felt a bit guilty doing so. The woman was dead, yes, and nothing was going to bring her back. But she would be lying there for longer than they had planned. They had yet to run into another (live) person, or any monsters for that matter. Kyrie was starting to wonder if she had dreamed up that entire episode with that...thing in the bathroom. She glanced toward the bathroom across the turnstiles as they walked toward the stairs to the appropriate platform, but it was too dark to tell if the body was still there, and she didn't want to drag Kanon over there just to prove a point. Not when it was so close to being over.
Platform 4 was just as quiet as anywhere else in the subway. When they arrived, Kyrie sat down on one of the benches, staring intently at the train tunnel, waiting for one to appear so she could get out of this nightmare. Kanon stood for a while, looking periodically at the tunnel, the tracks, and his shoes. The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable as she expected it would have been. The entire evening had been strange for her, and a pause in conversation wasn't going to bother her as it usually would.
The sound of something rumbling down the track caused her to spring to her feet, and she joined Kanon further up on the platform. But instead of appearing from the tunnel to platform four, a subway car rolled to a stop at platform three.
“Damnit...Well, wrong platform, but it's a car. We can find a transfer from that train to where we both have to go. We have a few minutes to get there before they take off again, but we should hurry.”
Kyrie wasn't able to run quite as fast due to her choice in footwear (which she was regretting more and more as time went on), and while he could have just abandoned her to run ahead, Kanon stayed with her at her slower jog until they reached platform three.
As they walked down the line toward the other end of the platform to enter the open door in the distance, a metallic screeching suddenly filled Kyrie's ears. She felt a tug on her arm, and she was pulled backward and stumbled, held up only by Kanon's grip on her arm as a rusty metal gate slammed down in front of them. An accompanying screech dropped a gate over the tracks. Even if she had considered such a dangerous route to reach the car, the gates had completely blocked their passage. A final screech from further ahead dropped a gate at the front of the train, blocking it from progressing as well.
She heard a voice from above her head, and a squeeze from the grip on her arm. “What the hell is going on here?”
“We have to get on that train. I don't want to stay in this place another minute.” A full-bodied tremble ran through her. It felt as though something otherworldly was actively trying to block their progress.
“It's not going anywhere. But...let me think. We can take the stairs to platform two then circle around onto the other stairwell. That can get us to the other side of this one.”
A – Search the area before heading out. B – Forget the search and just go.
Status Kyrie – Unharmed. Kanon – Unharmed.
Inventory Self-Defense Knife – A knife found in the Lost and Found in the subway. [Kanon] Pocket Knife – A typical pocket knife with one blade. [Kanon] Lighter – Normal zippo lighter. [Kanon] Taser – A taser found on a slain woman.
Scream Tally 3.
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Mar 5, 2013 17:08:37 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Mar 5, 2013 17:08:37 GMT -6
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Mar 5, 2013 23:11:16 GMT -6
Post by Rai Chiller on Mar 5, 2013 23:11:16 GMT -6
A find the meth. Find ALL the meth
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Mar 6, 2013 1:18:25 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Mar 6, 2013 1:18:25 GMT -6
A, there always hidden goodies in the subway. Hopefully their good fortune can continue.
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Mar 8, 2013 4:52:49 GMT -6
Post by Slayer_22 on Mar 8, 2013 4:52:49 GMT -6
A
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Jan 31, 2014 0:36:41 GMT -6
Post by Rie (CSF) on Jan 31, 2014 0:36:41 GMT -6
(I finally make my return to this CYOA, just over a year from my last post! I swear I didn't plan this!)
They really did need to hurry, but a cursory look over the platform they were at couldn't possibly hurt. They split up and each took a side of the platform, trying to give everything a once over as fast as possible, given their limited amount of time. Despite Kanon saying they had about five minutes, Kyrie was afraid that, with the way things had been going, they could have even less than that. With this is mind, she searched all the faster.
She would have missed the key if she hadn't stepped on it. The clink underneath her shoe and the slight catch attracted her attention and she paused in her fervent pace. Looking down, she moved her foot to the side and saw a key with a red tag in the dim lighting of the platform. It didn't look like a house key, but she couldn't be sure with it half-wedged beneath her foot.
Kyrie crouched down, picking the key up and holding toward the dim light from above. The writing on the tag was partially smudged, but from what she could make out of it, 'Platform 3, East Gate'. At first, the words didn't quite register, but when they did, she got to her feet as quickly as possible, nearly falling flat onto her face. While she had staggered to regain her balance, she had apparently attracted Kanon's attention. “What has you so riled up?”
“I stepped on this. If the tag is right, it's supposed to be for something on this platform.”
“What? Let me see.” She handed the key over and held herself with her arms, glancing further down the platform while he examined the key. “I'll be damned...Well, we have nothing else to lose.”Kanon shoved the key into the pocket of his coat, motioning toward the stairwell. “If we want to test it, we'll have to hurry. It's been about a minute.”
They both climbed the stairs quickly, Kanon two at a time. He lead the way toward the stairwell they had to take to reach another one that would lead them to the other side of platform three. It was difficult to run in her heels, but Kyrie refused to let this slow her down. She'd had a terrible night and getting out of this subway would have it on the way to being salvageable.
After climbing the worn stairs, they walked briskly down the hallway, hurrying toward their destination. As they passed by a row of payphones, Kyrie thought back to the woman they had seen in the gated off section of stairs. They would have to call the police and get them down here. This wasn't a thing for people like her or Kanon to try and solve. People with guns and training were a much better match for this hell.
She was just starting to lighten up, even a bit, at the thought of reaching a car and riding out of here. A sharp ringing sound to her left startled Kyrie far more than it should have, and she gave a short scream as it repeated. They both stopped, Kanon looking at her in alarm, holding a pocket knife he'd gotten from his coat in one hand. When he realized that her scream hadn't been from any wayward subway murderers, but from a payphone, his shoulders sagged and he retracted the blade.
Both stared at the ringing phone incredulously, unsure if they should answer it or move on. Strange things had been happening right and left in this subway, and even a phone ringing suddenly fell under a suspicious light. Kyrie's hand came up from her side slowly, and she could see her fingers shaking with barely-contained jitters. They didn't have time for this, but no matter how much she urged her arm to fall away, it kept moving toward the phone.
The young woman removed the phone from it's cradle, holding it up to her ear. “H-Hello...?”
Silence, then a burst of static met her inquiry. She was just about to hang the phone up when she heard a voice through the static. The white noise kept cutting the voice off, and she couldn't make out what it was saying at first. Another burst of static and murmurs erupted from the earpiece, but that wasn't what made her mouth fall open in alarm.
From amidst the garbled noise, she heard some distinct words. “Andrei Bagrov......Kyrie...”A noise of alarm at hearing her voice came from her throat, almost forming into a question when the line abruptly went dead. She shouted into the mouthpiece a few times, desperate to get an explanation, but no one replied. As she set the phone back into the cradle, she looked at Kanon, who seemed concerned by what he saw in her face. No doubt she looked like she'd seen a ghost, blood absent from her face and mouth half-open in a failed attempt at assurance that she was fine.
Kanon moved toward her, his hand coming out to rest on her arm. “What was that--”
They both froze as a wet splat came from the end of the hallway they had come from. Kyrie felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Her breath came in panicked gasps and she staggered backward beyond Kanon, her vision tunneling. The mere sound brought back memories of her terrifying experience in the bathroom and she prayed fervently that it had just been water from a loose pipe hitting newspaper or something.
A hand, gnarled and pale, reached beyond the wall hiding the stairs they'd traveled up moments before. Kyrie didn't even realize she was whispering sharply beneath her breath, a staccato rhythm of “No, no, no, no, no...” Each passing second she felt breathing become more and more difficult. Another hand joined the first as if to antagonize her, to instill her with even one drop more of fear even though she felt herself already overflowing.
Sharply, with a crack, a head peered around the corner, facing toward the ceiling. The bloodshot, dilated eyes swept from above to stare pointedly at both of them. A quiet, sinister breath came from the bloodstained lips, giving off an air of excitement at spotting them.
Kyrie tried to rationalize with every part of herself that was high on pure, unadulterated terror. There was only one of them. She wasn't alone this time. Kanon said he wouldn't let anything hurt her. Surely together they could handle this then leave this godforsaken station. Her terror fueled mind seemed to respond positively to these rationalizations; she became more aware of her surroundings and her vision widened slightly. She was on her way back from the brink of a meltdown.
...Then her stomach dropped as she heard a chorus of cracking and wet echo from behind the contorted woman.
Tears pricked at her eyes and threatened to blur her vision when she felt a hand grab hers. Her head whipped to the side, seeing Kanon fix her with a hard stare, his mouth set into a firm line. He pulled her toward the opposite stairwell, not having to do so twice before they took off running. The stairs barely seemed to exist as they ran down them as fast as possible, the sound of angry hisses and a symphony of cracking bones following behind them.
Her arm was nearly jerked from her socket as Kanon turned sharply when they reached the bottom, half-dragging Kyrie down the platform. She heard him spit out a variety of colorful words when they reached one of the gates that had nearly crushed them. Kanon's hand dropped hers quickly, shoved into one pocket as his free hand searched the other. Seconds later one emerged with the key she'd found and he shoved it toward the lock. It scraped loudly against the surface, Kanon's haste making him sloppy and unable to line it up properly.
Kyrie's head spun back toward the stairs as the noises grew louder. She fisted her hands into the back of Kanon's coat, trying to keep herself from tunneling out and losing her breath again. Her panic seemed to make something click in his brain, and Kanon's hand steadied. He managed to fit the key into the lock and turn it, shoving on the lock, forcing a gated door to swing inward, the key still inside the lock.
“Close the gate, close the damn gate!” Kyrie tried to wrench the key out but it seemed to be stuck inside. As the first creature reached the base of the steps, she swung the gate shut, the hinges protesting. She held the door and gate in two hands, shoving her weight against it as she wondered wildly where Kanon had gone to.
She got her answer a moment later when her ears picked up the sound of something being dragged. She looked over her shoulder to see him dragging one of the benches toward the doorway, moving quickly out of the way as he dropped it down in front of it just as the broken, twisted woman leading the hoard reached the bars. They both pushed on the bench, shoving it more firmly against the doorway, Kanon looking behind them. “The car is still here. We have to get inside.”
“Will this hold!?”
“Not for long, we have to hurry!”Already the hoard was pushing against the barred door, some hands reaching through the bars and clawing at the legs of the bench. More and more gnarled forms were pouring down the stairs, all piling up against the doorway. This was not going to hold nearly as long as they needed.
Kyrie followed Kanon toward the subway car, both moving toward two of the different entrances. The first didn't open at all, but the doorway in front of Kanon began to slide open as soon as he approached it. Just when she was about to give a sigh of relief, the doors stopped opening midway through the process. “Shit, shit shit!”
Kanon braced his shoulder against one door and his knee against the other, pushing with his knee and leaning back in an attempt to force the doorway wider. A loud, successive series of scraping and clattering sounds against forced Kyrie to look where she'd been avoiding. One side of the bench had been pushed away from the doorway, and already the other side looked dangerously close to being moved. Multiple arms were sticking through the bars and clawing at the cement floor. She heard straining, looking to the doorway Kanon had been in front of when she heard her name. She saw his leg disappearing into the car, then Kanon's hands braced against both doors. “Kyrie! I'll hold the doors open, you have to squeeze through!”
When she approached, she saw the gap had been widened a bit, but it was still going to be a tight squeeze. Kanon braced his foot against one door and pulled against the other with both hands as Kyrie stuck one of her legs through the gap. A chorus of triumphant snarls came from the gate as the bench fell forward with a loud slam. The door flew open and a line of the twisted creatures shot toward the door as Kyrie was still halfway out of the car.
Panicking, she squeezed further through the gap, one of Kanon's hands grabbing onto her arm to pull her through. He gave a hard tug just as Kyrie pushed, causing her remaining shoulder and arm to pop through, followed by the other side of her hip. They both fell onto the floor of the subway car, looking at each other, a bit bewildered.
A smile tugged at the corner of Kanon's mouth, and Kyrie was about to answer it with one of her own when she felt a grip on her ankle. More flashbacks of her bathroom encounter with the first of the creatures flashed across her mind as she looked toward the doorway. An arm was shoved into the remaining gap of the slowly closing door, gripping her ankle tightly. They could both hear hands and bodies slamming against the outside of the car, and the hand holding her gave a hard tug, trying to force her foot through the gap.
Kyrie looked around wildly for something to try to force the hand to let go, but was distracted by Kanon crawling forward across the floor. He stopped in front of the doorway as his hand came out of his pocket, holding the taser that they'd found on the dead woman. He depressed the button on the side, shoving the prongs against the hand holding onto her ankle. There was a screech of pain from outside of the door, and the hand abruptly let go, shrinking back into the darkness beyond the doors, which slid closed after the obstruction had been removed. There was an answering crescendo of angry shrieks, the sound of hands and bodies beating against the car's side increasing as the creatures realized their quarry had evaded them.
A harsh squealing came from outside, but not from the creatures. Kyrie recognized it as the sound the gates had made when they came crashing down originally. Had more come down? Beneath her, the car shuddered once, then began to inch forward, slowly gaining momentum. Soon it was moving forward steadily, and through the windows she could see the ceiling of the subway station passing by, giving way to a dark tunnel, but luckily the lights in the car didn't leave them in the dark.
Kanon sat back from his crouched position, dropping the taser to the floor as he leaned back against one of the benches. “We're safe now...I think we can finally relax a bit.”
Kyrie rested her arm on the bench in front of her, leaning against it with her forehead. She closed her eyes and just breathed for a few minutes, something she hadn't had a great luxury to do in the span of the last five. At first, she had hoped this was all some crazy dream she was having. That she'd wake up in her bed and find out she hadn't even gone to the party yet. But this really tore it. There was no way she'd ever be able to have a dream like this. It was way too real.
“Once we get out of here we'll find a payphone and then I'm walking you home myself. I'm ready for this entire night to be done.”Kyrie snorted in humor at hearing his exasperation. She'd been ready for it to be over the second it started, but she echoed the feeling nonetheless.
She finally looked up from her position to see a hand in her peripheral view. Kyrie looked toward it, then up at it's owner. “Here, let me help you up.”
A – Accept the help. It's okay to take help when it's offered. B – No way. Stand up yourself, even if you can't feel your legs properly.
Status Kyrie – Shaken, but unharmed. Kanon – Unharmed.
Inventory Self-Defense Knife – A knife found in the Lost and Found in the subway. [Kanon] Pocket Knife – A typical pocket knife with one blade. [Kanon] Lighter – A normal zippo lighter. [Kanon] Taser – A taser found on a slain woman.
Scream Tally 4.
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Static
Jan 31, 2014 11:46:01 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jan 31, 2014 11:46:01 GMT -6
A, might as well take help when it's offered.
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Feb 1, 2014 12:06:41 GMT -6
Post by BastionCon on Feb 1, 2014 12:06:41 GMT -6
I must contradict you, Eric, by voting B. Kyrie must learn to stand on her own two feet.
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Feb 28, 2014 13:49:45 GMT -6
Post by Gabe Bar on Feb 28, 2014 13:49:45 GMT -6
(A.)lpha as fuck
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Apr 14, 2014 11:15:01 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Apr 14, 2014 11:15:01 GMT -6
The Dirty Chinaman dictates that (A) shall be the appropriate choice.
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