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Brians Odd Encounter Sr Jodie 240902
In a dilapidated apartment bathroom, Brian experiences a mystifying and chilling encounter right after his shower. The moment he steps out, he realizes all his clothes and even the towel are missing. Initially attributing this to a possible prank by his roommate, Emmanuel, he approaches the fogged-up bathroom mirror to clear it, only to discover a distressing message written in the condensation: “Help Me.” More disorienting is the movement he notices in the reflection, which doesn’t seem to mirror his actions but rather belongs to an erratic, attractive blond woman who is clearly not him. She appears to be on the other side of what no longer functions as a normal mirror, frantically waving and mouthing the words 'Help me' to Brian, urging him to come to her aid.
Determined to understand and help, Brian communicates with the woman, who instructs him to pick up a straight razor that mysteriously appears beside his sink, mirroring her actions on her side. She then slashes her palm with the razor, bleeding visibly and indicating that Brian should do the same. Despite the surreal and disturbing request, Brian hesitates, sensing something deeply unsettling about the woman’s fleeting expression of anger and the overall bizarreness of her demand. Her emotions swing wildly from fear to anger to desperation, trying to coax Brian into mirroring her self-harm as a means to help her. However, Brian's suspicion and resistance to complying with the strange and dangerous request mark a critical moment where the encounter’s eerie tension peaks, pushing Brian to question the true nature of the woman in the mirror and the ramifications of heeding her ominous plea.
(Brian's odd encounter(SRJodie):SRJodie)
[Sun Sep 1 2024]
In Apartment 104's Bathroom
The floor is covered in dingy, cracked linoleum tiles that appear to be decades old. Water stains on the ceiling and walls suggest leaks from the apartment above, and the paint is peeling and chipping in several places.
The bathtub and showerhead kit installed against one wall is clearly a recent adition to this bathroom. The sink, which is made of cheap plastic, is cracked and chipped, and the faucet drips continuously, creating a pool of water on the already stained and cracked countertop.
It is afternoon, about 84F(28C) degrees,
(A ghost with only fragments of memory that have driven them near insane is attacking your target. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
It's a balmly afternoon in Haven and to beat the heat Brian is taking a shower in his apartment bathroom. Just as he steps out, he finds that all his clothes he prepared to lay out are missing, even the towel isn't hanging on the towel rack. Maybe he just forgot.
The bathroom itself is steamed up from the shower and the mirror that hangs over the sink is fogged over completely. Well almost completely. There is something written in the fog of the mirror, if someone notices it.
It's a balmly afternoon in Haven and to beat the heat Brian is taking a shower in his apartment bathroom. Just as he steps out, he finds that all his clothes he prepared to lay out are missing, even the towel isn't hanging on the towel rack. Maybe he just forgot.
The bathroom itself is steamed up from the shower and the mirror that hangs over the sink is fogged over completely. Well almost completely. There is something written in the fog of the mirror, if Brian notices it.
Brian steps out of the shower, and wonders if he is being pranked when he notices that his things are gone. Assuming that Emmanuel is playing a French joke of some kind, he shrugs. 'Joke's on him when I walk into the apartment naked', he thinks. Using one hand, he reaches for the mirror to wipe away the steam and check his shave, when he notices the writing, and stops cold.
"Help" has been written into the fogged glass as if by a finger. Perhaps a further joke played on Brian. Except upon further inspection another word begins to be drawn onto the glass below the first. "Me." At the edges of the letters, water droplets have condensed and begun running down the glass.
in the reflection of the glass, which has been made opaque by the fog, Brian can see movement that doesn't quite match his own reflection. There is a person roughly his shape and size which is why he initially would've missed it, but it's moving more erratically than Brian is.
Brian wipes at the fog, trying to see more clearly whatever the -thing- is in the mirror. "Why the fuck does this keep happening to me?!?" he mutters, as he tries to clear the mirror.
SQUEEK SQUEEK emits from someone hand rubbing across the wet glass. It's quickly revealed that Brian isn't looking at himself. Unless he suddenly became quite an attractive blond woman. The woman on the other side of the glass occupies the same bathroom that Brian does, just not on his side of the mirror that is no longer operating like a proper mirror as he can't see himself.
With obvious distress on her face the woman waves at Brian frantically and mouths the words 'Help me' repeatedly
SQUEEK SQUEEK emits from Brian's hand rubbing across the wet glass. It's quickly revealed that Brian isn't looking at himself. Unless he suddenly became quite an attractive blond woman. The woman on the other side of the glass occupies the same bathroom that Brian does, just not on his side of the mirror that is no longer operating like a proper mirror as he can't see himself.
With obvious distress on her face the woman waves at Brian frantically and mouths the words 'Help me' repeatedly
Brian calls out, loudly, "Who are you? How can I help you?!?", making sure that the woman in the mirror knows that he has seen her and is paying attention. He mimes some semi-useless gesture, shrugging his shoulders with his hands up, as he mouths again, "How can I help you?"
The woman in the mirror is unrecognizable. She has pretty features but are rather indistinguishable. Her face is more like a dream that is quickly forgotten after some study. She is just as undressed as Brian but does not seem concerned about that at all.
Once she has confirmation of Brian's attention, she points down on his side of the glass at his sink. Then she reaches down to her own side and picks up a straight razor on the rim of her sink and holds it up to Brian so he sees it. She then upnods towards him to look. Where she had pointed there is also a straight razor that definitely wasn't there before.
Brian grabs the razor and holds it up so that she can see that he has it. "Now what?" he says, mouthing it so as to be easily lip-read.
Through the mirror the pretty blond takes her razor and holds up her opposite palm for Brian to see. She presses the razor to her palm and draws a deep line, blood immediately oozes from the wound and the pain on her face is mild but obvious.
Drip drip, the blood from her palm runs down her arm, its a brilliant crimson, enough to make a vampire blush. The blond then looks to Brian expectantly, as if wanting him to repeat her actions.
Brian raises one eyebrow as he watches her. Before he cuts himself, he says, "Why?" and waits to see if she answers.
Continuing to bleed from her cut palm the blond woman goes through various emotions, fear, anger at the delay, desperation as she mouths 'Help me'. As if somehow this is the way to help her. Something about her is just not quite right though, especially the flash of anger that flit over her features. Maybe Brian has good reason to be suspicious. The woman waits, to see if Brian will go through with it.
Determined to understand and help, Brian communicates with the woman, who instructs him to pick up a straight razor that mysteriously appears beside his sink, mirroring her actions on her side. She then slashes her palm with the razor, bleeding visibly and indicating that Brian should do the same. Despite the surreal and disturbing request, Brian hesitates, sensing something deeply unsettling about the woman’s fleeting expression of anger and the overall bizarreness of her demand. Her emotions swing wildly from fear to anger to desperation, trying to coax Brian into mirroring her self-harm as a means to help her. However, Brian's suspicion and resistance to complying with the strange and dangerous request mark a critical moment where the encounter’s eerie tension peaks, pushing Brian to question the true nature of the woman in the mirror and the ramifications of heeding her ominous plea.
(Brian's odd encounter(SRJodie):SRJodie)
[Sun Sep 1 2024]
In Apartment 104's Bathroom
The floor is covered in dingy, cracked linoleum tiles that appear to be decades old. Water stains on the ceiling and walls suggest leaks from the apartment above, and the paint is peeling and chipping in several places.
The bathtub and showerhead kit installed against one wall is clearly a recent adition to this bathroom. The sink, which is made of cheap plastic, is cracked and chipped, and the faucet drips continuously, creating a pool of water on the already stained and cracked countertop.
It is afternoon, about 84F(28C) degrees,
(A ghost with only fragments of memory that have driven them near insane is attacking your target. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
It's a balmly afternoon in Haven and to beat the heat Brian is taking a shower in his apartment bathroom. Just as he steps out, he finds that all his clothes he prepared to lay out are missing, even the towel isn't hanging on the towel rack. Maybe he just forgot.
The bathroom itself is steamed up from the shower and the mirror that hangs over the sink is fogged over completely. Well almost completely. There is something written in the fog of the mirror, if someone notices it.
It's a balmly afternoon in Haven and to beat the heat Brian is taking a shower in his apartment bathroom. Just as he steps out, he finds that all his clothes he prepared to lay out are missing, even the towel isn't hanging on the towel rack. Maybe he just forgot.
The bathroom itself is steamed up from the shower and the mirror that hangs over the sink is fogged over completely. Well almost completely. There is something written in the fog of the mirror, if Brian notices it.
Brian steps out of the shower, and wonders if he is being pranked when he notices that his things are gone. Assuming that Emmanuel is playing a French joke of some kind, he shrugs. 'Joke's on him when I walk into the apartment naked', he thinks. Using one hand, he reaches for the mirror to wipe away the steam and check his shave, when he notices the writing, and stops cold.
"Help" has been written into the fogged glass as if by a finger. Perhaps a further joke played on Brian. Except upon further inspection another word begins to be drawn onto the glass below the first. "Me." At the edges of the letters, water droplets have condensed and begun running down the glass.
in the reflection of the glass, which has been made opaque by the fog, Brian can see movement that doesn't quite match his own reflection. There is a person roughly his shape and size which is why he initially would've missed it, but it's moving more erratically than Brian is.
Brian wipes at the fog, trying to see more clearly whatever the -thing- is in the mirror. "Why the fuck does this keep happening to me?!?" he mutters, as he tries to clear the mirror.
SQUEEK SQUEEK emits from someone hand rubbing across the wet glass. It's quickly revealed that Brian isn't looking at himself. Unless he suddenly became quite an attractive blond woman. The woman on the other side of the glass occupies the same bathroom that Brian does, just not on his side of the mirror that is no longer operating like a proper mirror as he can't see himself.
With obvious distress on her face the woman waves at Brian frantically and mouths the words 'Help me' repeatedly
SQUEEK SQUEEK emits from Brian's hand rubbing across the wet glass. It's quickly revealed that Brian isn't looking at himself. Unless he suddenly became quite an attractive blond woman. The woman on the other side of the glass occupies the same bathroom that Brian does, just not on his side of the mirror that is no longer operating like a proper mirror as he can't see himself.
With obvious distress on her face the woman waves at Brian frantically and mouths the words 'Help me' repeatedly
Brian calls out, loudly, "Who are you? How can I help you?!?", making sure that the woman in the mirror knows that he has seen her and is paying attention. He mimes some semi-useless gesture, shrugging his shoulders with his hands up, as he mouths again, "How can I help you?"
The woman in the mirror is unrecognizable. She has pretty features but are rather indistinguishable. Her face is more like a dream that is quickly forgotten after some study. She is just as undressed as Brian but does not seem concerned about that at all.
Once she has confirmation of Brian's attention, she points down on his side of the glass at his sink. Then she reaches down to her own side and picks up a straight razor on the rim of her sink and holds it up to Brian so he sees it. She then upnods towards him to look. Where she had pointed there is also a straight razor that definitely wasn't there before.
Brian grabs the razor and holds it up so that she can see that he has it. "Now what?" he says, mouthing it so as to be easily lip-read.
Through the mirror the pretty blond takes her razor and holds up her opposite palm for Brian to see. She presses the razor to her palm and draws a deep line, blood immediately oozes from the wound and the pain on her face is mild but obvious.
Drip drip, the blood from her palm runs down her arm, its a brilliant crimson, enough to make a vampire blush. The blond then looks to Brian expectantly, as if wanting him to repeat her actions.
Brian raises one eyebrow as he watches her. Before he cuts himself, he says, "Why?" and waits to see if she answers.
Continuing to bleed from her cut palm the blond woman goes through various emotions, fear, anger at the delay, desperation as she mouths 'Help me'. As if somehow this is the way to help her. Something about her is just not quite right though, especially the flash of anger that flit over her features. Maybe Brian has good reason to be suspicious. The woman waits, to see if Brian will go through with it.