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Post by Eric on Sept 28, 2012 18:08:30 GMT -6
3:07am
That was the number displayed on the clock on Eric's dresser and she stumbled groggily out of bed. Her room was illuminated by a soft, flickering orange glow emanating from a lantern sitting on her desk. She always turned it on at night, something about the light was just... comforting. Tonight however, the candle like light wasn't making her feel any better about the sound that had woken her: a glass shattering, presumably in the kitchen. With all of her heart, she wanted to believe that some other teammate had just gotten up, still half asleep, and decided to get a drink, but ended up dropping or knocking a glass over. That would be the best possible scenario. In the back of her mind, though, she had the uneasy thought that perhaps the RED spy hadn't finished his job the first time around, and had slipped into their base once again. They really should start locking doors at night.
Making her way over to the dresser, Eric pulled the third drawer open and pulled out a compact flashlight. No need to turn the hall light on and risk having other people wake up just to cause a fuss over what was probably nothing. With the light in hand, she flung her door open and flashing the light toward the kitchen doorway. Odd, there weren't any lights on. Maybe some smartass tried to get a drink in the dark. Why wouldn't they turn the lights on after breaking the glass though? Hell, even a spy would be worried about stepped on glass. Well, she assumed, at least. Whatever it was, at this point she was obligated to investigate further.
Leaving the safety of her room, Eric cautiously began to approach the kitchen. Every couple of steps she'd shine the flashlight over her shoulder and check to ensure nothing was behind her. With advanced darkness like this, it never hurt to keep an eye on all of your surroundings. Finally she came to a stop in the doorway of the kitchen and froze after scanning the flashlight across the entire room. Nothing. There was no one there at all. No spy, no teammate. Nothing. Well, that is, aside from scattered shards of glass in front of the sink. On second thought, maybe she should just go back to bed and pretend this didn't happen. Yes, that sounded like an excellent idea. She was already back slowly away from the kitchen and preparing to make a break for her room.
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Post by Ian on Sept 28, 2012 18:38:40 GMT -6
Ian had also been shaken awake by the sound of glass shattering, jarring him into consciousness. The Medic's eyes shot open and his head turned towards the closed door of his room. He didn't notice any signs of something going on in the hall. No light, no footsteps... nothing. Heart pounding from the initial scare, he decided to go about the situation patiently -- by waiting.
After about a minute or so with no evidence of outside activity -- much to his dismay -- Ian decided to check out what was going on. He silently shifted out of his room and into the hall, still trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness. Right as he acquired his vision, a beam of light whipped around the corner of the kitchen and blinded him again.
Wincing from the incoming headache, he placed a hand up over his eyes. Who was behind the light? With his head throbbing and his eyes burning, he couldn't tell. Ian mentally prepared himself for the worst.
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Post by Eric on Sept 28, 2012 18:48:24 GMT -6
A slight shuffling sound from the hallway broke the silence in the air. Eric whirled around, shining her light directly in the face of a rather disheveled looking medic. Oh, thank God. Although it was a relief to see it was only Ian, her heart was still pounding from the shock. Lowering her flashlight slightly so as not to blind the poor man, she chuckled nervously and muttered, "Oh, uh, sorry."
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Post by Ian on Sept 28, 2012 19:06:40 GMT -6
Upon realizing the source of his temporary blindness was only Eric, Ian exhaled. Still clutching his head, he used his other hand to wave away her apology. "D-Don't worry about it." He tried to look behind the Scout to see if anything had happened in the common room... but he still couldn't see anything.
"Are you okay? Did uh, did something happen...?" His first thought was that maybe she broke something in the kitchen and was heading back to bed -- but then again, she looked just as distressed as he felt, so...
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Post by Eric on Sept 28, 2012 19:26:25 GMT -6
"Er, well..." She glanced nervously at the darkness just outside of the flashlights reach. "Alright this is gonna sound really fucking weird but, bare with me. I heard like this glass shatter and, like, I come out here, y'know, and there's no body else here. No lights on, nothing! Just some broken glass on the floor." As she finished she gestured toward the kitchen. "Like, I dunno if it's a spy or something, but this is some weird shit." She left out the part where she was terrified and suspicious about something lurking in the darkness.
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Post by Ian on Sept 28, 2012 19:55:30 GMT -6
Ian ran a hand through his bed hair. Could someone have intruded in their base again? If so... why? He started to ask Eric for the flashlight so he could take a peek, but refrained. Nah, let her keep it. "...Lemme have a look." He stepped past her and made his way to the kitchen, honestly unsure of what he expected to find.
Doing what any other person with common sense would do, he found the light switch and flipped it up. The kitchen was illuminated and... what?
There was nothing there. The room looked exactly the way it did the last time he saw it.
Poking his head back into the hallway, the Medic began to laugh awkwardly. "Uh... I think you need to see this."
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Post by Eric on Sept 28, 2012 20:02:27 GMT -6
She frowned. What now? Was there a pentagram drawn in blood on the ceiling or something? Actually that would explain a lot. Maybe Florence did it. Maybe the plant really is sentient and at night it moves. Without thinking Eric turned to shine her flashlight on the little plant in it's makeshift plot. Nope, still there. Well there's one option disproved. She shook her head a bit. What the fuck was it with that plant? Tearing her gaze away from Florence she stepped into the kitchen and turned her attention to Ian. "Well, what is it?"
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Post by Ian on Sept 28, 2012 20:11:16 GMT -6
There was a short pause in which Ian twiddled his thumbs. "...Well, I was kind of hoping you'd be able to tell me." He finally muttered, gesturing a hand towards the now brightly-lit kitchen; one that contained no broken glass or anything else out of the ordinary. "Unless, I mean-- I was assuming you hadn't already cleaned it up or anything, so..." His voice trailed off and he hoped she would be able to explain what was going on.
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Post by Eric on Sept 28, 2012 20:16:26 GMT -6
Eric's arm that held the flashlight fell to her side and she stared blankly at the spot where the glass had previously been. Nothing. The floor was just the same as it had been when she'd seen it before bed. "N-no, I didn't clean it..." She stammered. What the fuck. Was this supposed to be some sort of sick cosmic joke. "Look- I'm fucking seriously it was right there when I came down here. I mean, the sound woke you up, didn't it? It WAS there!" As she spoke she became increasingly frantic. Fuck shit I sound insane fuck.
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Post by Ian on Sept 28, 2012 20:53:51 GMT -6
Ian was trying his best to resist the feeling of unease that started creeping up his spine... for both of their sakes. "Yeah yeah you're right that's why I left my room I believe you." The phrases came out unorganized and jumbled together, most likely failing to reassure her at all. Taking a few more steps into the room, the Medic set his sights on looking for anything else that might be suspicious.
After having no luck with any of the countertops, or the cabinets... or the table, he decided to take a look underneath the sink. There was a space just small enough between the lower cabinets and the floor where he could reach one arm in... so he did. He began feeling around to see if he could find anything worthwhile down there.
...Then his hand hit something. It was small and furry and it scurried away from his grasp. Ian let out a whimper and jerked his hand back to him. "Nothing down there. It was... it was just a mouse." He scolded himself internally for not expecting that in the first place, but it couldn't be helped now.
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Post by Eric on Sept 28, 2012 21:08:33 GMT -6
Eric could only lean back against the wall and cover her face with her free hand. This is just not ok. I'm fucking insane. What if there wasn't ever glass there. Shit I am just so done with everything. He probably thinks I'm a fucking moron. Wait, no, why do I care if he thinks I'm a moron. Fucking shit. Her thoughts continued to drift from one thing to another, and for a moment she almost forgot about Ian searching the kitchen. She was snapped out of her thoughts by Ian's reaction to the mouse and she moved her hand to look at him once again. "Well, unless the mouse confesses, I'd say something is really wrong-" She was cut off by the lights overhead flickering for a moment, then turning off completely. "...Here."
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Post by Ian on Sept 28, 2012 21:39:39 GMT -6
And then the Medic temporarily lost his sight for the third time tonight. Reaching for the sink, Ian sighed and pulled himself to his feet. He honestly felt like disregarding everything that was going on and heading back to bed... but the goosebumps on his arms argued with that plan. He made his way to the living room light switch and clicked it around a few times. His fears were realized when the lights didn't react -- the power was actually out.
"Do you know how to fix this?" He asked Eric, pointing up to the lights... even though she probably couldn't see him at all. "Because uh-- I don't."
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Post by Eric on Sept 28, 2012 21:58:48 GMT -6
She shook her head, but the action went unseen in the darkness. "Not even in the slightest." Eric replied. She flicked the switch on the flashlight, but the device gave no response. Oh come on already, come on...! The panic inside Eric was slowly building. Weird shit, weird shit is one thing, but combine weird shit with being in complete darkness at 3am, and that's just too much. "W-why don't we go to my room?" She suggested nervously, "I have a battery powered lamp, it might still work..." A cold hand brushed against her arm. She jumped, but still took it, assuming it to be Ian's. "Lets, uh, hurry up then."
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Post by Ian on Sept 28, 2012 22:36:43 GMT -6
For a second, Ian thought that maybe they were both going crazy. Maybe they both misheard something else as glass breaking, and maybe Eric even imagined seeing the broken glass. And then this whole thing would be able to be rationalized as a simple power failure. Trying to think logically about it made him feel a little bit better.
"Yeah, that... sounds like a good idea." He replied and started walking down the hall ahead of her. He had no idea as to why he was leading Eric to her own room, but it happened anyway.
Once they got there, Ian decided to enter first. He took a few steps inside... and then he stepped on something. Something sharp. Letting out a yell, he immediately let all of the weight off of his left foot and used his right to hobble over to her bed. "Shit why would you leave stuff like this in the middle of your floor?!" He hissed in her direction. It was pretty much the first time he'd ever raised his voice, and it was mostly the anxiety and pain talking -- but he immediately began to regret it.
Wincing, Ian extracted the sharp object out of his foot and, since he couldn't see, tried to identify the item by touch. It felt like...
No way.
It felt like a chunk of broken glass.
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Post by Eric on Sept 29, 2012 11:20:11 GMT -6
Eric stopped deaf in her track, barely avoiding the glass herself. "Wh- I didn't-" She stammered, staring dumbfounded at the shards of glass barely visible in the faint orange light that filled the room. Her attention turned to the medic and she noticed the blood dripping from his foot. "Er- shit, hold on." Stepping over the glass she moved over to the desk pushed against the left wall. From the second drawer she retrieved a blue rag almost turned pink from red stains, then turned and offered it to Ian. "Uh, here." What the fuck is actually going on here? Was the glass supposed to be a trap or something? Maybe the two of them should just stay in Eric's room and hide out until morning. At least in there there was light.
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