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Caelums Odd Encounter Sr Jack
In the ominous atmosphere of the fraternity house, Caelum experiences a harrowing ordeal as he confronts a nightmarish version of himself—the Thing—mercilessly attacking their fraternity brother. The terror grips Caelum, leaving him faint and hyperventilating, unable to deny or comprehend the horrific act that mirrors his features, yet his mind refuses to accept responsibility. He repeatedly murmurs his denial as he watches, frozen, the surreal and ghastly scene unfolding—his doppelgänger devouring their brother with a savage hunger. Beau, equally horrified by the grotesque sight, manages to yank Caelum back to some semblance of reality. Despite his revulsion and the urge to be sick, Beau propels them both towards the door, desperate to escape the engulfing mist and the monstrosity it shelters.
Once outside, however, they find no solace. The world beyond the door is an alien landscape of dense fog and unsettling silence, offering no clear direction or reprieve. Shrouded by mist and assailed by bizarre, angular visions of trees resembling dead man's arms, the pair is disoriented and lost. Caelum, still wrestling with guilt and shock, fixates on his trembling hands, a living embodiment of his internal struggle and fear. As Beau confronts the chilling, skeletal embrace of the misty landscape, the sense of dread permeates the air, leaving their fates uncertain and shrouded, quite literally, in mystery.
(Caelum's odd encounter(SRJack):SRJack)
[Tue Dec 19 2023]
In the Living Room of Purity House
The living room of the fraternity house is a well-worn testament to college life and brotherhood. A mismatched array of sofas and chairs, each with its own history of late-night study sessions and spirited parties, forms a semi-circle around an old, coffee-stained table. Posters of sports teams, classic movies, and past fraternity events cover the walls, adding color and character to the room. The space is perpetually in a state of organized chaos, with empty pizza boxes and solo cups often scattered about, evidence of the social hub it becomes on weekend nights.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Around the pair, the mists seem impossibly high, leaving the first floor of Purity House a strange shadow of dark and light.
Caelum seems faint. His grip on Beau is weaker - whereas he was holding him, now he's holding on. His breathing is ragged, short and rapid, almost as if he's hyperventilating at the sight of The Thing, cruelly pushing its twisted, knife-edge fingers into the chest of their fraternity brother that he so willing gave away - all thee while doing it with his own face. "No.." He whispers the words, but there is more to it than that, clearly - an internal denial. "I didn't-" He tries to muster the words, yet they are hoarse, broken. "I didn't do it.." What he refers to is impossible to tell - but he helplessy clenches himself so hard, his teeth bite into the edge of his lower lip. It trails a rivulet of crimson from the edge of his lips, and it joins the sweat dripping from his chin. He barely notices Beau falling back and jerking him along with him.
He didn't do, Caelum claims: but it's his face, isn't it? There's a scream, high-pitched, as those too-long fingers sink into the fraternity boy. It's loud and blood-curdling, and then it is cut off, as the Thing's face: -- Caelum's face -- descends down to the lost fraternity brother like a hungry jackal.
The mist around them is like a gray, terrifying sea.
"Holy shit... holy shitl... you're fucking eating him..." Beau says, only to blink. "That's not you? that's what? oh my god..." he gives Caelum a hard yank towards the door, but he definitely has time to stop emptying his stomach violently. He can smell the blood and entrails. "That's so fucked..."
As Beau and Caelum begin to run, the Thing doesn't seem to pursue: they can make it out of the fraternity house just fine, but as soon as they are out the door onto White Oak's grounds entirely it seems as if the whole world is swallowed in mist. Neither can see anything, just eerie white fog, as the world seems full of insane angles. A tree juts out of the mist, unexpected. Where are they?
"Stop it.." Caelum whispers, brokenly. "God, stop it.." It is a far cry from even a whisper then, barely audible in the fog if not for the echo. He stares as The Thing descends on the poor young man with teeth and claw to cut his scream in his throat. "Stop.. I didn't do it.." Yet he did. He tossed his wounded brother at its feet to flee himself - and he's well aware of it even if in denial. Beau's hard yank drags him a step back - but it is as if he's entranced, stumbling to stand. When Beau starts to empty his stomach behind him, he shivers again but this time his expression contorts into a visage of fury. Anger at being denied when he's begged himself to stop - but he's led anyhow. As soon as they take a step out, into that terrifying sea of mist, he's still just as lost. Somehow, he finds himself standing outside - looking ahead blankly again. He doesn't move, despite the door behind him, despite the mockery of his nightmares feasting behind it.. He simply looks down at his hands in terror, and finds them shivering as if he's a leaf in the wind.
Another tree, appearing in some crazy angles out of the mist. It's leafless, and it seems like nothing more than a dead man's arm, reaching out of the white fog towards Beau.
Once outside, however, they find no solace. The world beyond the door is an alien landscape of dense fog and unsettling silence, offering no clear direction or reprieve. Shrouded by mist and assailed by bizarre, angular visions of trees resembling dead man's arms, the pair is disoriented and lost. Caelum, still wrestling with guilt and shock, fixates on his trembling hands, a living embodiment of his internal struggle and fear. As Beau confronts the chilling, skeletal embrace of the misty landscape, the sense of dread permeates the air, leaving their fates uncertain and shrouded, quite literally, in mystery.
(Caelum's odd encounter(SRJack):SRJack)
[Tue Dec 19 2023]
In the Living Room of Purity House
The living room of the fraternity house is a well-worn testament to college life and brotherhood. A mismatched array of sofas and chairs, each with its own history of late-night study sessions and spirited parties, forms a semi-circle around an old, coffee-stained table. Posters of sports teams, classic movies, and past fraternity events cover the walls, adding color and character to the room. The space is perpetually in a state of organized chaos, with empty pizza boxes and solo cups often scattered about, evidence of the social hub it becomes on weekend nights.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Around the pair, the mists seem impossibly high, leaving the first floor of Purity House a strange shadow of dark and light.
Caelum seems faint. His grip on Beau is weaker - whereas he was holding him, now he's holding on. His breathing is ragged, short and rapid, almost as if he's hyperventilating at the sight of The Thing, cruelly pushing its twisted, knife-edge fingers into the chest of their fraternity brother that he so willing gave away - all thee while doing it with his own face. "No.." He whispers the words, but there is more to it than that, clearly - an internal denial. "I didn't-" He tries to muster the words, yet they are hoarse, broken. "I didn't do it.." What he refers to is impossible to tell - but he helplessy clenches himself so hard, his teeth bite into the edge of his lower lip. It trails a rivulet of crimson from the edge of his lips, and it joins the sweat dripping from his chin. He barely notices Beau falling back and jerking him along with him.
He didn't do, Caelum claims: but it's his face, isn't it? There's a scream, high-pitched, as those too-long fingers sink into the fraternity boy. It's loud and blood-curdling, and then it is cut off, as the Thing's face: -- Caelum's face -- descends down to the lost fraternity brother like a hungry jackal.
The mist around them is like a gray, terrifying sea.
"Holy shit... holy shitl... you're fucking eating him..." Beau says, only to blink. "That's not you? that's what? oh my god..." he gives Caelum a hard yank towards the door, but he definitely has time to stop emptying his stomach violently. He can smell the blood and entrails. "That's so fucked..."
As Beau and Caelum begin to run, the Thing doesn't seem to pursue: they can make it out of the fraternity house just fine, but as soon as they are out the door onto White Oak's grounds entirely it seems as if the whole world is swallowed in mist. Neither can see anything, just eerie white fog, as the world seems full of insane angles. A tree juts out of the mist, unexpected. Where are they?
"Stop it.." Caelum whispers, brokenly. "God, stop it.." It is a far cry from even a whisper then, barely audible in the fog if not for the echo. He stares as The Thing descends on the poor young man with teeth and claw to cut his scream in his throat. "Stop.. I didn't do it.." Yet he did. He tossed his wounded brother at its feet to flee himself - and he's well aware of it even if in denial. Beau's hard yank drags him a step back - but it is as if he's entranced, stumbling to stand. When Beau starts to empty his stomach behind him, he shivers again but this time his expression contorts into a visage of fury. Anger at being denied when he's begged himself to stop - but he's led anyhow. As soon as they take a step out, into that terrifying sea of mist, he's still just as lost. Somehow, he finds himself standing outside - looking ahead blankly again. He doesn't move, despite the door behind him, despite the mockery of his nightmares feasting behind it.. He simply looks down at his hands in terror, and finds them shivering as if he's a leaf in the wind.
Another tree, appearing in some crazy angles out of the mist. It's leafless, and it seems like nothing more than a dead man's arm, reaching out of the white fog towards Beau.