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Post by Dan Carlisle on Nov 29, 2010 18:32:42 GMT -5
It was a slow day. The morning admission counted about 15 people and it trickled down to two people throughout the rest of the day. Dan had ample time to look at his favorite exhibits and study them intensely. Afterward, he decided to look at something different: the ancient mirror in the main area. He eyed the cryptic runes around the edges and copied them down in the pattern they appeared. As he jotted it down, something started to feel wrong. Chills crawled through him and the air became uneasy. The room seemed to be forced to empty and leave him there alone with the mirror. Silence of an unnatural force made keeping his wits about him quite tough. Suddenly, he was drawn into looking into the mirror. Peering into the shining surface, he thought he saw faint figures moving about; seeming to be pounding on the inside of the glass. He slowly took a step back, dropping his notebook and pencil as it seemed to take all his concentration and power to even walk again. His breathing became heavy and his heart was pounding in his throat. Suddenly the silence was disturbed by a sound. It started near a whisper, but it reached a crescendo of screaming. Dan tripped from the surprise of the noise from the artifact. He didn't even notice his fall and just began to scramble backwards on all four away from the object. He closed his eyes and brought his hands to his ears to block out the wailing. This can't be happening. This shouldn't be happening! This isn't happening!! He told himself. Suddenly it stopped. Everything stopped. He opened one eye and found himself on a far wall. His notebook and pencil were still on the ground in front of the mirror's case. There was no screaming and no figures pounding on inside of the mirror. "That... was... freaky." He stood up on shaky legs and spoke to himself in a shaky voice. Slowly he approached his notebook, watching the mirror the entire time. Quickly he snatched it up and started out of the room. In his mind he thought of a phrase he'd heard of a long time ago: When you venture off the edge of the map, you'll find the monsters the world has banished. |
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Post by Chellienne Chauntall on Nov 29, 2010 19:30:53 GMT -5
Why was she continually drawn to this place? Why did this body that she claimed as her own bring her repeatedly back to this one spot, though her soul wanted nothing more than to get as far away from it as possible? Perhaps the body was being drawn to it because it felt as though it could reach the soul of its original owner; it must have had some sort of connection to its soul still. How annoying.
Chellienne was one of the few people in the museum now; everyone else had filtered out. It wasn't as if she could blame them for leaving; there wasn't much of interest here, at least not in her mind. And truthfully she would have rather been somewhere else, somewhere that was peaceful and quiet and didn't remind her of the time she'd spent inside that damn thing.
But she was drawn back to this place once again, like she'd been a few days ago. Standing in the entrance to the Domino Museum, Chellienne looked about with a seemingly uncaring expression. No one could have guessed to the rage and hate that was boiling beneath her placid expression. Her dark and emotionless eyes gazed around the area, seeming to contemplate where to go even though she knew where she would end up.
Soon enough she found herself making her way back to the area of the museum which housed all the exhibits from ancient Egypt; so many wonderful things they held. And in the midst of those wonderful things was what had once been her prison. A slight frown crossed over her lips for a short moment but just as quickly has it had come it was gone.
As she approached the exhibit she'd come to gaze upon, she realized she wasn't the only one in the area. She stopped in her tracks to try and get a feel for who it was; one of the others like herself? No...it was someone she didn't know. A stranger. Lovely.
She walked slowly closer, and as she got closer she could see someone on the ground. What in the world were they doing? She stopped once more and watched them; the person seemed rather frightened, as if they'd seen a ghost or some other frightening apparition. What in the world could they have seen to send them into such a fright? And it was then that her eyes were drawn to the wall, to that thing which was the bane of her existence.
That damn mirror, which hung on the wall and showed her reflection, was also the thing that had held her soul prisoner for years. If she could have she would've destroyed it by now. Another small frown passed over her features as she looked at it, but it quickly disappeared as she remembered that she was not alone. The person, a boy she now realized, was gathering his items and making his way towards her. He obviously wanted to get out of there and fast.
Her dark eyes watched him as he walked closer to her for a moment before she stepped forward and brushed past him. She went to about his shoulder, and her long hair moved behind her with each step she took. Chellienne stopped a few feet from in front of the mirror and pressed her hand to the glass case that separated her from her former prison. Her thoughts wandered to the past, and for a moment she forgot that the boy was there at all.
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Post by Dan Carlisle on Nov 29, 2010 21:28:48 GMT -5
Before he could get out of the room, a girl appeared in the entrance. As much as he'd love to run out of the building screaming his head off, he was still on the job. He stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, and sucked it up.
"Welcome to the museum. Please have a look around and enjoy the exhibits." Dan forced a smile through his nervous face. His hand trembled slightly as he gestured to other parts of the museum that was away from the mirror.
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Post by Chellienne Chauntall on Nov 30, 2010 18:42:00 GMT -5
Chellienne looked at him, her dark and cold eyes travelling over his every feature. He was frightened by something; but what? What could have possibly set him into such a fright? She looked back to the mirror, ignoring his friendly welcoming. She could tell he wanted only to get away from the area.
Looking back to the mirror her dark eyes peered into the depths of the glass, seeing past her own reflection and into the darkness that laid underneath the reflective surface. In the depths of the darkness, she could see faint figures. Her eyes focused in more on them and she could soon see fists pounding against the glass. Yes, she could see them clearly now.
Two men were trapped behind the glass, beating at it with their fists and crying out for freedom. Hadn't they realized that such a thing wouldn't work? No one would free them now or ever; they souls would be trapped in their for the rest of eternity. Then again, wasn't that supposed to be her? She'd been told she would never see the light of day again, yet here she was in the land of the living once more. Maybe someday they'd be freed as well.
And then a thought crossed her mind; what if the man in the room with her had somehow heard the cries of those trapped behind the glass? It was improbable, but still possible to a small extent. Closing her eyes she thought for a moment, trying to gather herself together. After a moment she looked at him from over her shoulder, her long hair blocking his view of her face from his view slightly. "What do you know of this mirror?" she asked. She had to work to make her voice sound interested and questioning rather than being the same bored tone as it always was; there was a role to play here and she intended to play it perfectly.
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Post by Dan Carlisle on Dec 1, 2010 0:49:52 GMT -5
"The... the mirror?" Dan asked with a strand of nervousness in his voice. That creepy thing just wanted to make him leave right now and pretend it was all just a nightmare, but it was his job to provide the lady with some details.
"The mirror was unearthed in a tomb by archeologists not too long ago. This is the first museum its visited. Not much is really known about it yet, but soon more work will be done deciphering it." He took out his notebook and showed the page where he'd written down the glyphs around its edge.
"Its going to take me some time, but I'll be translating it. There is something terribly wrong with that mirror." The screams still echoed in his mind, but his own strength and determination was beginning to return to him.
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Post by Chellienne Chauntall on Dec 4, 2010 16:13:06 GMT -5
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Post by Dan Carlisle on Dec 5, 2010 16:52:50 GMT -5
"Sure. I tell you first thing after I finish the translation. It shouldn't take me too long to figure this out." Dan started to calm down as he talked about the translation process. He looked down at his notes. He could be famous for translating this mirror.
When the girl spoke of his unnerved feeling in this room thanks to the mirror. The last thing he needed was for anyone to think he was scared of something his the museum he worked in. That would just be embarrassing.
"I'll be fine. He lied, "Just thought I had seen something, but it was nothing." He smiled though seemingly less forced now. He looked around, but no other people seemed to entering this area. It was weird that the newest exhibit was getting the least amount of people.
"Oh yes! I almost forgot! The strange thing about the tomb where they found the mirror was actually not located on any map. The archeologists discovered the site by complete accident. It was as if the ancient world was hiding it from everyone." Dan gestured to the only other item in the room: a large and very old map of the closest area to the tomb. "The actual tomb was located two kilometers south of where this map, the one used by the archeologists who found it, ended.
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Post by Chellienne Chauntall on Dec 6, 2010 17:37:12 GMT -5
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