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Post by Anna Chauncey on May 14, 2013 17:56:11 GMT -5
Anna shoved her camera into her laptop bag, then tied her newly washed blonde hair up into a ponytail. She'd opted for a more casual look today, to make it easier on herself to explore that huge opera house in the Manor. People kept whispering about her visits there, and Anna didn't much care what they had to say. She went there to study the outfits, never mind the crazies that lived up there.
Today was a tight pants kind of day, anyway. Tight pants, tight shirt, bolero jacket, gloves and goggles. Because that's how I roll... she thought. She threw her bag over her shoulder and took off for the Manor.
The walk there was fine, with her new boots. She'd saved up and got the nice steel-toed boots she'd been envying from Clockwork Couture. But by the time she'd arrived at the Manor, a thin sheen of sweat had formed on her brow, and her shirt had ridden up to expose her navel. She didn't much care, using the backs of her gloves to wipe her forehead off.
She slipped through the doors into the Manor, making her way to the Opera House without meeting anyone. A smirk came to her face, as she knew she'd be able to explore the Opera House in peace. It would be interesting to see all the secrets the vast expansion to the Manor held...
Anna practically ran into the Opera House, pulling her camera out and skipping up to the stage. Now...how to get into those catwalks...? She stalked behind the curtains into the darkness of the wings and looked for any ladders that might help her get up to the catwalks.
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Post by Alexander Arjon on May 14, 2013 18:05:10 GMT -5
He stared at the woman who walked up to the stage, his chin rubbed as he lowered his hand and felt a twinge of madness come to his head. He liked blonds and today he was especially working on a new piece he had yet to finish. The arduous practices behind the piano made him smile. He tucked in his dark red shirt and loosened his tie and removed it as he let it fall near the woman. His hands dusting off the dark maroon color of his suit as he only started to bite down on his nails in nerves. Nobody was interested in him, and he did not have many friends only enemies and he was not a gentle person when angered. No , he was not easy at all. Stepping away he chuckled and started to hide behind a curtain and face the woman straight on. But he had plenty of time , the woman and he could dance a piece or two and in the end eat his prey
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Post by Anna Chauncey on May 14, 2013 18:17:07 GMT -5
Anna found the ladder that she was looking for. She looked around first, though, at the ropes surrounding it. All that pressure...all of the ropes held a set piece or a curtain, something important to the stage. She remembered when she'd been in university, when she'd had to go through all of the technical aspects of the stage. If she hadn't been so interested in her electronic music, she could easily have seen herself going into a career in technical theatre. It would be exciting, wouldn't it, to work all the little details of a production?
Anna found the ladder again, snapping a picture of the ropes before tucking the camera away to climb. She pulled herself onto the ladder, climbing up to the catwalks. They were old fashioned catwalks. Nothing seemed to be securely in place, it was all rope and wood...
Carefully, she made her way across the catwalks, holding on to the rope sides. She was only a little afraid of heights. It wasn't really the distance from the ground that scared her, but the fall and imminent landing....She had to stop herself from thinking about it, so she sat down on the walk, wrapped her legs around a rope carefully, and took her camera out of her bag to take some more pictures.
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Post by Alexander Arjon on May 14, 2013 23:59:13 GMT -5
He stared at the girl, her hand getting pictures with some device as he did not know that tecnology. With an air of civility he crept further downwards and started to finely scratch at the wood. The girl was frightened maybe she needed a little push in the right direction. " Your quite high to be on your own , have not seen you before" he said and smiled as he wondered if from up this height he could be heard clearly enough. Swinging down a rope he moved closer as he had not yet had a very good look at her. He could not see how she was and yet he did not care, did he. There were so many unpleasant memories when it came to women. He rather would not have wanted to thought of it, yet could he regret making his presence known to the girl. Would he, or would he not that was the real question now.
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Post by Anna Chauncey on May 15, 2013 12:48:05 GMT -5
Anna jumped a little, her free hand clutching for the rope in front of her to stay steady. She didn't know that anyone else had been in here...She looked around, her ponytail bouncing slightly with her movements.
"...W-wotcher! Erm...I don't actually kip 'ere, like some people....I just...I just visit..." Perhaps talking to the man wasn't the best idea? After all, with all those rumours that killers lived here....Damn...she should've told someone that she was coming here! Now what would happen if she disappeared? But who would she have told? Her landlord probably. As of yet, she didn't have any friends in the village, and she was still looking for a flat-mate. And a job...
Her situation suddenly looked a lot worse, to her. No one knew she was here, and she'd blatantly ignored the warnings from some of those barmy codgers from her hangout couch in Starbucks.
Maybe the man was friendly? She'd have to find out anyway...Carefully, she stowed her camera in her bag, then pulled herself to her feet, keeping a tight hold of the ropes on either side of the catwalk. It was just one bad step and she'd go tumbling....
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Post by Alexander Arjon on May 15, 2013 16:30:20 GMT -5
She stuttered with nerves to him, but most of it was stuff that he could not understand. Even though he hated the other sex he was in a way amused with her. His deep laughter heard as he was very amused. " I am interested in that little device you hold may I have it please" he said in a most cordial manner and started to take file his nails. He could not remember the last time he had used his nails on a woman. But very silently he crept down further as he could see she was very pretty. The other sex had made him this monster and society even more so. The thought of how he grew up in the opera years ago with the help of the rats made him choke a little as he saw a few of his friends come to him. They were the only ones who understood him. In the end though he was still searching for that special someone. Mad was what they called him, but he was not mad and he was not deaf or weird. Silently he crossed another threshold as he sat down on one of the edge of the catwalk and looked at the girl still doing his nails sharping them. He wanted a taste of adventure and yet he could not really know why he was denying himself that. He guessed he wanted to spread fear first and then act later. Maybe kidnap would be a grand idea although he got bored of women, he wondered what would this woman do to actually convince him not to well damage her.
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Post by Anna Chauncey on May 15, 2013 19:06:22 GMT -5
The man that Anna had been speaking to stepped out of the shadows, filing his already sharp nails. The sight unnerved her, and she took a few instinctive steps back as he came closer to her. Rats followed him, it seemed, and he wasn't unnerved by it. This man...he scared Anna, that was for sure. He was tall, with clear and sharp features, and was a generally intimidating person, it seemed. He asked her for..for her camera? Why would he want that?
As long as the guy left her alone and stayed away from her, Anna would gladly relinquish her camera. It was a cheap one, anyway. She could always buy a new one...She took the camera out of her bag, holding it out to the man. She didn't want to get too close to him.
"Here you are, then...Whatcha want it for?" She inched closer to him. He was seated, it would take him a few seconds to be able to get up if she had to make a run for the ladder.
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Post by Alexander Arjon on May 15, 2013 20:05:10 GMT -5
He smiled and quirked his brow upward and started to look at the object, simple enough but what did it do. That was his question, sighing he started to shake his head as he turned around to the girl. " It´s use I don´t know what it is, but I find it interesting where I come from Cameras are very different, it is a camera I suppose " he said as he put away his nail file and started to extend out his hand. " Well you seem interested in the Catwalks care to know them better with me Little one " he said as he smiled slightly and started to wonder if the girl would come out of her own wiliness or not.
He snaked an arm around her shoulder and poised his nails at her throat. " You might want to tag along with me" he said as he got desperate and started to take the more forceful rout. He did not yet apply pressure on her but he got closer to her. His face mere inches as he opened her hand and handed her the camera back. " Would you teach me how to use it ,here " he said as he tried to be nice , he really did. But he was tempted, temptation that was what made him crazy. He ruffled his hair as he was on a short temper leash. He could tell the woman was not trusting him. He could tell and he could feel it as he closed his eyes and started to wonder how would the monster explode.
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Post by Anna Chauncey on May 15, 2013 20:14:09 GMT -5
"R-r-right..." Anna was sure that she looked terrified when the man's nails scratched at her throat. She quickly downed her fear by taking a deep breath and a hard swallow before going with him where he pushed her. What she wouldn't give to be outta here and sipping coffee at Starbucks, being a happy and ignorant unemployed couch-potato as usual...This was a bit too freaky for her.
The man handed her her camera back, and asked her to show him how to use it. "It..." she gulped. "It's really easy to use, actually. You just point it at whatever you want to take a photo of and press this button..." She demonstrated, showing him how to hold the camera and which button to push. "..'Ere...you try."
Cautiously, she held out the camera to him again.
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Post by Alexander Arjon on May 15, 2013 20:29:56 GMT -5
He analyzed what she did as he studied the buttons and their reaction. Snatching the camera he continued pushing her further as he started to see she was still frightened. " You wish you were at Starbucks were you not" he asked as he grabbed her elbow and moved past her and looked below to the theater, His hands practicing as he took three repeated shots and then sighed. He felt bored. Letting the camera sit on the edge he turned around and smiled. " Come with me" he said as he moved away and towards a wall.
His hands gliding the outline of the secret door as he pushed it slightly and stared at the empty space. The woman could take her pretty little magic trick box and go back to the world, where everything was perfect and pure. True and Perfect that was what he thought back then of his life, and now what did he think about it. He felt lonely. Tears free fell now as he sniffled and started to untangle his mess of bandages and looked at his wound. His bloody wound the reminder that Christine was the one who betrayed him. No one loved him, he was utterly alone.
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Post by Anna Chauncey on May 15, 2013 20:35:01 GMT -5
Anna picked up her camera and cocked her head, watching the man. She walked with him, not wanting to upset him or make him angry at her, otherwise he might toss her over the catwalks. But then...
He walked over to a wall and opened a panel, revealing a little secret passage. She stowed her camera in her bag, walking up behind the man. "Are...Are you okay?" The man was crying. What happened to him? He undid some bandages and there was a wound showing beneath. DAMN, that looked like that hurt...
"Cor...man, do you need some antibiotics or sumfin? That looks right painful, that does..." She laid a tentative hand on his shoulder for a second, then quickly took it away. She didn't need to touch him longer than necessary.
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Post by Alexander Arjon on May 15, 2013 21:27:13 GMT -5
He turned around and looked at the woman, his eyes fell on the wound and only chuckled. " it is suppose to hurt" he said and started to push her inside the secret passage and closed it. His hands shifted around as he turned a lamp and started to stare at her. Now they where all alone, no one to bother them, no one to hear any sounds. Slipping a nail on his cheek , he saw that it left a mark. Blood oozed out of the wound as he sighed and cleaned it with his hand.
" No need for medicine , the pain has to be felt" he said as he pinned her to the wall. His hand removed her shirt slightly as he pinched her bra and chuckled. His body moving towards the darkness as he cocked the woman's head and ripped some hair out and caressed the strand on his face and smelled it. He was getting excited and playing his deadly game . " Theese tunnels where built by me . Do you want to see where they lead. " he asked as he knew she must be frightened, he was not a normal man
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Post by Anna Chauncey on May 15, 2013 21:50:01 GMT -5
Anna realized a little too late that she was in an unfavourable situation. The man had closed the passageway behind them, and she didn't know how to get out. He backed her up against the wall, holding her there with his weight while he talked. He was creeping her out, severely.
Then, without warning, he took hold of her shirt and snapped her bra beneath it. Anna jumped, thinking about how stupid she was to get into this situation. Taking a strand of her hair, he pulled her hair out and she yelped with the pain of it. He sniffed her hair and rubbed it on his face before asking her if she wanted to see the passages.
"No, I bloody well do NOT want to see this place...I just wanna go home..." Anna's voice diminished to a whimper, and her eyes dropped to the floor. She didn't want to be here...she'd rather be back home than here...back in London...
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Post by Alexander Arjon on May 15, 2013 22:11:07 GMT -5
He started to feel every hair in his body stand up. His face flushed red as he stared at what the woman had said. " No " he said calmly , " No is that it" he said and cocked his head as he cracked his bone and started to flex his fingers . " No.. No No no no noooooo" he yelled and started to walk towards the woman and started to grab her jaw and look her in the eyes. " The last time anyone denied me anything miss, I raped her got it. YOUR COMING WITH ME" he said and shoved her over his shoulder and started to walk down the passage way.
His eyes staring down as he started to get ideas in his head. He had heard her thoughts heard her words and he would make her pay. Nobody denied him anything, nobody but he heard London to he hated everything that was so far away and so unknown to him. " You miss your home nhmm this is your home until i decide to let you go! " he spoke coldly and continued down the long narrow passage way. Leaving him so soon, he was just getting started as he hauled her further and further downward. Nobody could hear her screams, down here . They were going to go to his lair and that was final.
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Post by Anna Chauncey on May 15, 2013 22:15:59 GMT -5
Anna's eyes grew wild with fear as he told her what he'd done to the last woman who'd said no to him...Was that what he planned to do to her? Rape her? God, and she couldn't do anything! He hoisted her over his shoulder, and she struggled for her life, hoping that perhaps a wild kick would hit him and he'd get knocked out. But that was too much to hope for, even in a deluded state...
Anna screamed. She screamed for someone, anyone, to help her. Flailing, she tried to push herself out of the man's grasp. She scrambled to grab onto a wall or a pipe, anything that she might hold on to and pull herself free. She didn't want to go ANYWHERE with this man. Not if he'd violate her and hurt her.
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