The Cabin

[Ankara]

Helena

Helena got up off the ground when everyone started slowly moving inside. She stayed near the door. "I think we should all pitch in and clean, but I don't think anyone should really go off on their own, someone should follow Scott to the basement, and someone should follow Howard around. Just incase someone gets hurt."

Helena looked around the cabin and tried to convince herself that it was safer in here than outside.

 

[Wolfsister]

Cobwebs littered the dark corners of the cabin. It looked as if it had been lived in recently... though not recently enough for any effective house cleaning.

The inside was dark, dank; smelling of rotting wood and a strange mixture of herb scents. The living area furnished sparsely with a single plush looking single chair. It looked like it belonged to a set of couches but the latter were no where in sight as the faded velvet lining glowed a dull green in the wan light of the full moon.

A single ladder backed wooden chair faced it, a lonely companionship between the two peices of furniture as they sat, un-lived in, together in front of the now dark fireplace. It would have been easy to imagine a cheery blaze as friends sat in the living area... chatting amiciably about inconsequential trivialties over a few steaming cups of tea; however, one's imagination seemed to hit a blank wall when trying to conjure up this happy image... as if it was a memory that had never happened in the cabin. As if it were too happy a thought for the miserable surroundings to contemplate.

Howie: as you seek to break all and any reflective surfaces... you feel a hand on your shoulder, gripping your flesh almost painfully, a whispered "Help" in your ear as you stand in front of a particularily large standing mirror, strangely situated in the kitchen. However in the glassy reflection, you see nothing and no-one behind you. You look over your shoulder, only to see the same emptiness and when your gaze swings back to the mirror, you see the vague impression of sorrowful large brown eyes before you smash the mirror...

Scott: You feel the vague impression of eyes following your movements into the darkness beyond... however when you look back, all you can see are your companions peering through the door....

 

[Angelus]

As he walked around the basement of the cabin Scott wondered just what the hell he was doing here and as he fell face first into the ground he cursed loudly and wondered just who the idiot was that had sent him down here.

"Oh yeah, that idiot would be me. What in the world would make me come down to this dark and dingy basement when I could be upstairs or at home relaxing in my hot tub.... oh god, what I would give for that right now."

He suddenly turned and shone his torch around the walls of the basement, showing up nothing more than the same dark, dank walls and laughed to himself. There was nothing down here watching him and as he moved around the basment he wanted nothing more than to laugh but as he moved around he couldn't help but wonder just what he had felt... if anything was watching him. He laughed again, if only to get rid of the feeling that was around him.

"What am I doing here?"

 

[Ravenloft]

"Aiii!" Howard yelped as he smashed the standing mirror. He looked around, adjusting his shirt as he did, as though that would make him look less like a goon. He noticed Helena catch his eye and shrugged. "It had a spot on it." He said as though that were a legitimate reason to have smashed the glass out of the mirror. He squatted and looked at the broken glass shards at his feet, making sure he had stopped the spooky brown eyes from looking up at him. If they were still there, Howie would know they were dealing with a... Something with extreme powerful mojo. "Anyone bring some coffee? I don't think I want to sleep tonight."