Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round Two: Witch's Haunt]
11-11-2010, 12:26 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Eureka woke up. But you know, she had always been a light sleeper.
As she got out of the soft bed, she noticed her bloody shirt and grimaced. She would have to remember to wash it at some point.
She put on the coat she had hung on the chair just a moment before and shouldered it on. Or actually, it was an article of clothing that was having trouble deciding whether it was a coat or a sweatshirt. Though it had lapels, it also had a hood. Strings dangled down that allowed her to tighten it as she pleased. There were no buttons so she was forced to let it hang open, revealing her grey T-shirt. No, it wasn't grey, that was a horrible color for a gentlemanly shirt, of course, it was white.
After a moment, Eureka frowned in confusion. What the hell was a sweatshirt?
It's a piece of clothing, nitwit, it keeps you warm.
It seemed completely unnecessary. Coats keep you warm too. And they certainly were more fancy. And more polite to wear in public.
Whatever sweatshirts are very acceptable and wearing fancy clothing gets you noticed. You don't like getting noticed. I mean, I don't like getting noticed.
Getting noticed is good, though. You can't be a respectable member of society if you don't make yourself known.
Oh shut up you don't know anything.
Eureka stood for a long time, her arm halfway through her coat-sweatshirt, before she finally decided that this was not something to debate. She started pacing the room, wondering when the warden would come to let her out. Surely it was time for breakfast already? She checked the closet even though she knew there was no reason to. She contemplated writing in her journal again, but, well, nothing interesting had happened yet. She tried to remember what she had dreamed about, but struggled to even catch a wisp of the dream and so just gave up.
She sat patiently at her desk and, in boredom, stared out the window.
It was the same old tranquil scene out there. The setting was supposed to be tranquil. It was good for her. Helped her to not hurt herself or whatever it was she apparently kept doing. But her wandering eyes caught something that gave her pause.
She must really be going insane, because that couldn't be what she thought it was.
But when she blinked, she was still there. For a while, she grinned uncertainly. But who was that man with her?
Ah, Murray...ego? Maybe? And he apparently had some sort of...thing...
But what was he doing near her? Well, of course he was here because of the battle. Like she was here. No, she was here because she was 'sick.' But she was also here because of the battle. That still did not explain why he was near her. He wasn't about to kill her, was she? No, she doesn't have anything to do with the battle but wait he could still be planning on killing her because savages are known to kill for no reason okay seriously that was just racist stop that but she was in danger...
Well, she was supposed to be fighting Murrayego. And you know what? She was fine with that.
Eureka leapt out of her chair and marched to the door. She was stopped very quickly when she remembered that her door was supposed to be locked. Then she just took care of it by pounding it down with her scarf (which was having trouble deciding whether it was a scarf or a tie, come to think of it.)
Eureka clenched her gloves nervously (the gloves which were having trouble deciding whether they were white and finely-woven or fingerless and woolen), afraid that the wardens would come running and force her back into bed and make her swallow horrid medicine, but the house was silent. She stepped out hesitantly. She couldn't remember the last time she was out without supervision.
Actually, yes she could, that was only a while ago, before that thing with the journal and this confusing two-minds thing.
She ignored herself and continued walking slowly, steadily gaining confidence as the wardens continued to fail to show up. She hadn't realized at the time, but her heart had been beating too quickly for her own good, but now that she was no longer nervous about getting caught, she quickly tromped down the stairs, then stopped at the end.
Where exactly was the back door?
Shouldn't you know?
Eureka bit her lip. She...couldn't remember. This was...she had to remember. Maybe she could jump out a window.
If you're going to stick around at least take care of yourself. Me, I mean. Glass embedded in your...my flesh isn't fun.
Find the door, right.
Eureka stepped to the right. Then she stepped to the left. Then she stopped again. She really ought to make a decision already, now she just looked silly. But still, if she went the wrong way, that just meant taking longer to get to her. But she's taking too long right now, wasting time, and besides, how big could a house be? It shouldn't be too hard to find a stupid door. And so Eureka lunged towards the left and didn't think about what if the door was down the right.
She practically ran right into another man. This man was in a mask. That's extremely suspicious. What reason could a man have to hide his face? Some sort of disfigurement? Perhaps he was in the middle of a crime and did not want his face to be seen? Oh crap what if it was a new warden and
No, it's another battle contestant. A guy...named...uh...ended with an 'er'...why is he looking at me like that.
"You're...awake," the man said, looking her up and down. He seemed very wary of her, though she couldn't imagine why. He was slowly getting into a defensive stance and there seemed to be something in his hand. A weapon? Eureka stepped back a little, but tried to smile in a way that was as friendly as possible.
"Yes. I rested well. And how are you...mm...Zipper...?"
Ripper Blackmask stared. Apparently, she hadn't yet broken the habit of getting everybodys' names horribly wrong.
He hesitated for a split second, but made his decision. Quickly, he flung his hand out and threw salt right in her face.
She was blinded. Somehow, it hurt. She had a headache. Her mouth turned dry and oh god why did she have a headache. Eureka stumbled back, coughing. Her heart stopped for a few seconds, but started again.
"What the he--" Eureka stopped herself because she shouldn't curse. It wasn't nice. Even if her sight was now blurry and the only thing she could taste was salt now. Her face calmed and, instead of the expressive scowl, she held a confused and bewildered look. "What the blazes was that for?"
Ripper stared at her, a bit uncertain how he should react now. Eureka continued coughing. She really needed a drink now.
Eureka woke up. But you know, she had always been a light sleeper.
As she got out of the soft bed, she noticed her bloody shirt and grimaced. She would have to remember to wash it at some point.
She put on the coat she had hung on the chair just a moment before and shouldered it on. Or actually, it was an article of clothing that was having trouble deciding whether it was a coat or a sweatshirt. Though it had lapels, it also had a hood. Strings dangled down that allowed her to tighten it as she pleased. There were no buttons so she was forced to let it hang open, revealing her grey T-shirt. No, it wasn't grey, that was a horrible color for a gentlemanly shirt, of course, it was white.
After a moment, Eureka frowned in confusion. What the hell was a sweatshirt?
It's a piece of clothing, nitwit, it keeps you warm.
It seemed completely unnecessary. Coats keep you warm too. And they certainly were more fancy. And more polite to wear in public.
Whatever sweatshirts are very acceptable and wearing fancy clothing gets you noticed. You don't like getting noticed. I mean, I don't like getting noticed.
Getting noticed is good, though. You can't be a respectable member of society if you don't make yourself known.
Oh shut up you don't know anything.
Eureka stood for a long time, her arm halfway through her coat-sweatshirt, before she finally decided that this was not something to debate. She started pacing the room, wondering when the warden would come to let her out. Surely it was time for breakfast already? She checked the closet even though she knew there was no reason to. She contemplated writing in her journal again, but, well, nothing interesting had happened yet. She tried to remember what she had dreamed about, but struggled to even catch a wisp of the dream and so just gave up.
She sat patiently at her desk and, in boredom, stared out the window.
It was the same old tranquil scene out there. The setting was supposed to be tranquil. It was good for her. Helped her to not hurt herself or whatever it was she apparently kept doing. But her wandering eyes caught something that gave her pause.
She must really be going insane, because that couldn't be what she thought it was.
But when she blinked, she was still there. For a while, she grinned uncertainly. But who was that man with her?
Ah, Murray...ego? Maybe? And he apparently had some sort of...thing...
But what was he doing near her? Well, of course he was here because of the battle. Like she was here. No, she was here because she was 'sick.' But she was also here because of the battle. That still did not explain why he was near her. He wasn't about to kill her, was she? No, she doesn't have anything to do with the battle but wait he could still be planning on killing her because savages are known to kill for no reason okay seriously that was just racist stop that but she was in danger...
Well, she was supposed to be fighting Murrayego. And you know what? She was fine with that.
Eureka leapt out of her chair and marched to the door. She was stopped very quickly when she remembered that her door was supposed to be locked. Then she just took care of it by pounding it down with her scarf (which was having trouble deciding whether it was a scarf or a tie, come to think of it.)
Eureka clenched her gloves nervously (the gloves which were having trouble deciding whether they were white and finely-woven or fingerless and woolen), afraid that the wardens would come running and force her back into bed and make her swallow horrid medicine, but the house was silent. She stepped out hesitantly. She couldn't remember the last time she was out without supervision.
Actually, yes she could, that was only a while ago, before that thing with the journal and this confusing two-minds thing.
She ignored herself and continued walking slowly, steadily gaining confidence as the wardens continued to fail to show up. She hadn't realized at the time, but her heart had been beating too quickly for her own good, but now that she was no longer nervous about getting caught, she quickly tromped down the stairs, then stopped at the end.
Where exactly was the back door?
Shouldn't you know?
Eureka bit her lip. She...couldn't remember. This was...she had to remember. Maybe she could jump out a window.
If you're going to stick around at least take care of yourself. Me, I mean. Glass embedded in your...my flesh isn't fun.
Find the door, right.
Eureka stepped to the right. Then she stepped to the left. Then she stopped again. She really ought to make a decision already, now she just looked silly. But still, if she went the wrong way, that just meant taking longer to get to her. But she's taking too long right now, wasting time, and besides, how big could a house be? It shouldn't be too hard to find a stupid door. And so Eureka lunged towards the left and didn't think about what if the door was down the right.
She practically ran right into another man. This man was in a mask. That's extremely suspicious. What reason could a man have to hide his face? Some sort of disfigurement? Perhaps he was in the middle of a crime and did not want his face to be seen? Oh crap what if it was a new warden and
No, it's another battle contestant. A guy...named...uh...ended with an 'er'...why is he looking at me like that.
"You're...awake," the man said, looking her up and down. He seemed very wary of her, though she couldn't imagine why. He was slowly getting into a defensive stance and there seemed to be something in his hand. A weapon? Eureka stepped back a little, but tried to smile in a way that was as friendly as possible.
"Yes. I rested well. And how are you...mm...Zipper...?"
Ripper Blackmask stared. Apparently, she hadn't yet broken the habit of getting everybodys' names horribly wrong.
He hesitated for a split second, but made his decision. Quickly, he flung his hand out and threw salt right in her face.
She was blinded. Somehow, it hurt. She had a headache. Her mouth turned dry and oh god why did she have a headache. Eureka stumbled back, coughing. Her heart stopped for a few seconds, but started again.
"What the he--" Eureka stopped herself because she shouldn't curse. It wasn't nice. Even if her sight was now blurry and the only thing she could taste was salt now. Her face calmed and, instead of the expressive scowl, she held a confused and bewildered look. "What the blazes was that for?"
Ripper stared at her, a bit uncertain how he should react now. Eureka continued coughing. She really needed a drink now.