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Larks Odd Encounter Sr Trevor 241221
In the seemingly mundane confines of a cozy, single-occupant room shared by Lark and Kathlynn, an ordinary afternoon descended into a chilling encounter with the supernatural. As Lark stood before the mirror, adjusting her hair and engaging in casual conversation with Kathlynn about their lives and the small town of Haven, an inexplicable drop in temperature seized the room, signifying the arrival of an angry and vengeful spirit. This spectral presence, initially swirling with curiosity and rage, forcefully slammed into Lark, causing a sudden and eerie cold to course through her. Kathlynn, familiar with otherworldly encounters, watched puzzled as Lark's demeanor shifted from annoyance at the temperature change to a more sinister fixation, culminating in her lunging at Kathlynn out of a sudden aggression instigated by the spirit’s influence.
This unforeseen assault prompted a moment of sheer panic, with Kathlynn screaming for Lark to stop and using a pillow in a desperate attempt to fend her off. Lark, equally shocked and distressed by her own actions, retreated, tears in her eyes, as she struggled to comprehend the spirit’s clamoring for revenge through her. The situation escalated quickly from an ordinary day into a nightmarish reality wherein both women found themselves grappling with the terrifying grip of a vengeful spirit seeking retribution through Lark. Kathlynn, recalling her prior ghostly encounter, attempted to calm the frenzied Lark, urging her to communicate with the spirit and discover what it truly desired. Amidst her panic and confusion, Lark, guided by Kathlynn’s persistent reassurance and empathy, managed to break free from the spirit's hold, indicating a momentary calm after a harrowing ordeal, leaving them to ponder the surreal encounter and its abrupt conclusion in the safety of their room.
(Lark's odd encounter(SRTrevor):SRTrevor)
[Fri Dec 20 2024]
In Lilah's Room
Though most of this single-occupant room remains an empty canvas, the desk is piled high with books and a laptop computer. The bed is a heap of comfortable pillows and comforters, and looks to be used as much for studying as sleeping, given the books on the floor beside it, and stacked at the foot of the mattress. The walls are blank, though on the back of the door, a full-length mirror offers the occupant a good look at herself before leaving.
It is afternoon, about 22F(-5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Lark stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her hair. "No worries."
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Lark continues getting ready at the mirror, parting her hair in just the right way while chatting to someone.
It's a cold enough afternoon in Haven. Not that most people can fill that temperature inside, but it's there, always lurking on the outside. It'd be another day for bundling should someone wish to find themselves outside. Lark and someone are probably having a normal evening, a normal conversation about their lives, and the town, and the other usual sort of suspects. It should just be another average sort of afternoon.
There's a moment when the temperature drops, it's noticeable because it would feel like the arctic. A sudden drop of the temperature, but there's the distinct sound of the heat going, and there's no obvious construction damage in the roof. Is it just perhaps a trick of the mind?
And then, suddenly there's a presence - inspecting, curious, but most of all angry. This presence swirls the room, raging until it SLAMS into Lark, and that arctic temperature is gone.
And now Lark might feel cold again, but this time coursing through her.
Kathlynn says "yay "
It's a cold enough afternoon in Haven. Not that most people can fill that temperature inside, but it's there, always lurking on the outside. It'd be another day for bundling should someone wish to find themselves outside. Lark and Kathlynn are probably having a normal evening, a normal conversation about their lives, and the town, and the other usual sort of suspects. It should just be another average sort of afternoon.
There's a moment when the temperature drops, it's noticeable because it would feel like the arctic. A sudden drop of the temperature, but there's the distinct sound of the heat going, and there's no obvious construction damage in the roof. Is it just perhaps a trick of the mind?
And then, suddenly there's a presence - inspecting, curious, but most of all angry. This presence swirls the room, raging until it SLAMS into Lark, and that arctic temperature is gone.
And now Lark might feel cold again, but this time coursing through her.
Lark stops primping at the mirror to shiver at the sudden cold. She jolts a bit, turning to look around the room, confused, asking Kathlynn. "Kat, d-did you turn off the heat or something?" She looks down at her hands.
Kathlynn looks around puzzled at what just happened, but she has seen something like it before. "Um Lark are you okay?"
To Kathlynn, Lark might seem perfectly normal for the moment, just perhaps a little annoyed by the weather change. Because, after all, nothing else has changed in here. Just the weather, right? That's not cause for concern. No way.
Lark looks straight at Kathlynn. "I'm not feeling well..." Her blue eyes fix on Kathlynn's face with a more sudden, fixed concentration, a frown forming upon her face. There comes a pause for the space of a hearbeat before Lark lunges at her roommate, out of the blue.
Lark looks straight at Kathlynn. "I'm not feeling well..." Her blue eyes fix on Kathlynn's face with a more sudden, fixed concentration, a frown forming upon her face. There comes a pause for the space of a hearbeat before Lark lunges at her roommate, out of the blue.
Kathlynn feels Lark lunge at her, screaming out in surprise "what, stop, please stop!" as she is knocked back into the lower bunk. she tries desperately to fend her off by grabbing her pillow
Lark looks as surprised as Kathlynn, a pained and confused expression crossing her features. Her hand ends up grabbing at, and missing, the pillow, instead of Kathlynn, tears forming in her eyes as Lark pulls back a beat, stepping away from the bunk bed and looking at her hands in horror. "It-it's screaming at me, Kat. What the FUCK is happening?!"
If Lark and Kathlynn are close enough friends, it should be clear that there's something off about Lark, or maybe the woman has just snapped.
It? Perhaps Lark really is going insane, what it would this be? This is Haven, things don't happen here. This is a nice, perfectly normal little college town. White Oak, shops, people.
Kathlynn remembers back to her first ghostly encounter with the mother in the man. "Lark... please Lark... try to relax. If they can hear me ask them what they want... the last one wanted something..." Trying to wiggle out from under her she tries to use the pillow as a protective wedge.
Lark mumbles to herself, a tear trickling down her cheek at the sheer confusion of it all. "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. I shouldn't have drank all that whiskey last night. Or stayed up late." She's on the road to hyperventilating now, struggling to take deep breaths and relax as suggested. "Wh-what d-do y-you w-want?" The words come out butchered by a hiccup or two, Lark's voice shaky, though eventually the question emerges.
Lark winces at something, her hands clenching into tight fists. "R-r-" She seems to have trouble getting the word out, some inner struggle happening. "R-revenge." The word finally tumbles out as she continues to breathe hard and fast.
That presence lingers still, it's in the room. Whatever It is, it doesn't seem to have a tight hold on Lark. It seemingly slips from her, seeping into the room like a sludge. Cold. Rage. Anger. Fills the room in spaces, but then disappears as that power, that spirit does its best to get a hold on Lark, control her. Force her to fight, to kill. To get revenge.
Kathlynn tries to focus on Lark, using the pillow to try and give her a hug, "Everything is going to be okay. You are in our room, It's real, but so are we. We can help it find what it needs. It doesn't need to be angry. We can help it find rest. Please, ask it what it needs." She risks a full hug by letting the pillow slip from one hand
Kathlynn tries to use her sensitivity to see who it might be inside Lark.
Lark sinks down onto the ground in front of the bunk bed, accepting the hug from Kathlynn, her hands unclenching though her pale features are a degree paler. "I think," she says cautiously. "I think- t-think they're gone now... Th-they wanted me to fight you. Wanted revenge. I-what-This is a weird dream."
This unforeseen assault prompted a moment of sheer panic, with Kathlynn screaming for Lark to stop and using a pillow in a desperate attempt to fend her off. Lark, equally shocked and distressed by her own actions, retreated, tears in her eyes, as she struggled to comprehend the spirit’s clamoring for revenge through her. The situation escalated quickly from an ordinary day into a nightmarish reality wherein both women found themselves grappling with the terrifying grip of a vengeful spirit seeking retribution through Lark. Kathlynn, recalling her prior ghostly encounter, attempted to calm the frenzied Lark, urging her to communicate with the spirit and discover what it truly desired. Amidst her panic and confusion, Lark, guided by Kathlynn’s persistent reassurance and empathy, managed to break free from the spirit's hold, indicating a momentary calm after a harrowing ordeal, leaving them to ponder the surreal encounter and its abrupt conclusion in the safety of their room.
(Lark's odd encounter(SRTrevor):SRTrevor)
[Fri Dec 20 2024]
In Lilah's Room
Though most of this single-occupant room remains an empty canvas, the desk is piled high with books and a laptop computer. The bed is a heap of comfortable pillows and comforters, and looks to be used as much for studying as sleeping, given the books on the floor beside it, and stacked at the foot of the mattress. The walls are blank, though on the back of the door, a full-length mirror offers the occupant a good look at herself before leaving.
It is afternoon, about 22F(-5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Lark stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her hair. "No worries."
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Lark continues getting ready at the mirror, parting her hair in just the right way while chatting to someone.
It's a cold enough afternoon in Haven. Not that most people can fill that temperature inside, but it's there, always lurking on the outside. It'd be another day for bundling should someone wish to find themselves outside. Lark and someone are probably having a normal evening, a normal conversation about their lives, and the town, and the other usual sort of suspects. It should just be another average sort of afternoon.
There's a moment when the temperature drops, it's noticeable because it would feel like the arctic. A sudden drop of the temperature, but there's the distinct sound of the heat going, and there's no obvious construction damage in the roof. Is it just perhaps a trick of the mind?
And then, suddenly there's a presence - inspecting, curious, but most of all angry. This presence swirls the room, raging until it SLAMS into Lark, and that arctic temperature is gone.
And now Lark might feel cold again, but this time coursing through her.
Kathlynn says "yay "
It's a cold enough afternoon in Haven. Not that most people can fill that temperature inside, but it's there, always lurking on the outside. It'd be another day for bundling should someone wish to find themselves outside. Lark and Kathlynn are probably having a normal evening, a normal conversation about their lives, and the town, and the other usual sort of suspects. It should just be another average sort of afternoon.
There's a moment when the temperature drops, it's noticeable because it would feel like the arctic. A sudden drop of the temperature, but there's the distinct sound of the heat going, and there's no obvious construction damage in the roof. Is it just perhaps a trick of the mind?
And then, suddenly there's a presence - inspecting, curious, but most of all angry. This presence swirls the room, raging until it SLAMS into Lark, and that arctic temperature is gone.
And now Lark might feel cold again, but this time coursing through her.
Lark stops primping at the mirror to shiver at the sudden cold. She jolts a bit, turning to look around the room, confused, asking Kathlynn. "Kat, d-did you turn off the heat or something?" She looks down at her hands.
Kathlynn looks around puzzled at what just happened, but she has seen something like it before. "Um Lark are you okay?"
To Kathlynn, Lark might seem perfectly normal for the moment, just perhaps a little annoyed by the weather change. Because, after all, nothing else has changed in here. Just the weather, right? That's not cause for concern. No way.
Lark looks straight at Kathlynn. "I'm not feeling well..." Her blue eyes fix on Kathlynn's face with a more sudden, fixed concentration, a frown forming upon her face. There comes a pause for the space of a hearbeat before Lark lunges at her roommate, out of the blue.
Lark looks straight at Kathlynn. "I'm not feeling well..." Her blue eyes fix on Kathlynn's face with a more sudden, fixed concentration, a frown forming upon her face. There comes a pause for the space of a hearbeat before Lark lunges at her roommate, out of the blue.
Kathlynn feels Lark lunge at her, screaming out in surprise "what, stop, please stop!" as she is knocked back into the lower bunk. she tries desperately to fend her off by grabbing her pillow
Lark looks as surprised as Kathlynn, a pained and confused expression crossing her features. Her hand ends up grabbing at, and missing, the pillow, instead of Kathlynn, tears forming in her eyes as Lark pulls back a beat, stepping away from the bunk bed and looking at her hands in horror. "It-it's screaming at me, Kat. What the FUCK is happening?!"
If Lark and Kathlynn are close enough friends, it should be clear that there's something off about Lark, or maybe the woman has just snapped.
It? Perhaps Lark really is going insane, what it would this be? This is Haven, things don't happen here. This is a nice, perfectly normal little college town. White Oak, shops, people.
Kathlynn remembers back to her first ghostly encounter with the mother in the man. "Lark... please Lark... try to relax. If they can hear me ask them what they want... the last one wanted something..." Trying to wiggle out from under her she tries to use the pillow as a protective wedge.
Lark mumbles to herself, a tear trickling down her cheek at the sheer confusion of it all. "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. I shouldn't have drank all that whiskey last night. Or stayed up late." She's on the road to hyperventilating now, struggling to take deep breaths and relax as suggested. "Wh-what d-do y-you w-want?" The words come out butchered by a hiccup or two, Lark's voice shaky, though eventually the question emerges.
Lark winces at something, her hands clenching into tight fists. "R-r-" She seems to have trouble getting the word out, some inner struggle happening. "R-revenge." The word finally tumbles out as she continues to breathe hard and fast.
That presence lingers still, it's in the room. Whatever It is, it doesn't seem to have a tight hold on Lark. It seemingly slips from her, seeping into the room like a sludge. Cold. Rage. Anger. Fills the room in spaces, but then disappears as that power, that spirit does its best to get a hold on Lark, control her. Force her to fight, to kill. To get revenge.
Kathlynn tries to focus on Lark, using the pillow to try and give her a hug, "Everything is going to be okay. You are in our room, It's real, but so are we. We can help it find what it needs. It doesn't need to be angry. We can help it find rest. Please, ask it what it needs." She risks a full hug by letting the pillow slip from one hand
Kathlynn tries to use her sensitivity to see who it might be inside Lark.
Lark sinks down onto the ground in front of the bunk bed, accepting the hug from Kathlynn, her hands unclenching though her pale features are a degree paler. "I think," she says cautiously. "I think- t-think they're gone now... Th-they wanted me to fight you. Wanted revenge. I-what-This is a weird dream."