Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 21:20:59 GMT -6
The crushing cold chilled his fingers, seeping into his toes and spread agonizingly throughout his feet as if they were on the frost-ridden path rather than shoes. Winds poked him like icy fingers, creeping underneath his clothes to invade the warmth they once brought his body. The stillness of the air seemed to suck even the sound of his footsteps into nothingness, the trees seemed not to rustle as if they were tense with nerves for what was to come. You could describe it as creepy, but eerie was closer to it. The atmosphere was one creators of horror games strived to create, yet they'd never managed to come this close. Fear, no matter how artificial, would always lack the aftertaste true fear held if you base it off nothing but research. For one could not understand fear if they haven't been truly afraid. Though, there was nothing here to frighten him, he was frightened..and lonely. Not so much for people, but for a sound, any sound would do.
Silence gnawed at his insides, hanging in the air like a gaping void that needed to be filled with noise, words, anything. It was poisonous in its nothingness, eerily unnatural, it seemed as though it could choke the life out of him at any moment. It was the kind of silence that falls right before you got knifed in the back, sending a chill through his body and blood running cold in his veins. He shifted to look back from whence he came, but there was nothing behind him except the same gray sky and dead silence. Of course there was nothing there, he was being foolish. A fear of the mind created from the horrid atmosphere he found himself in, though he had every reason to be cautious of his surroundings after the incident in the Manor. One that left him with more questions than answers, and that didn't sit well with him.
Kiku was walking unusually slowly, almost robotically, as if his brain was struggling to tell each foot to take the next step. He merely let his brain and feet take care of his destination, too caught up in his own thought process to care where he was going, anywhere was better than remaining out here in the open. Where was everyone? What happened back there, and more importantly, why had people begun to scream and flee as if terrified by their own shadows? Though he'd been taken by surprise once the lights suddenly flickered off, his nerves calmed once concluding it was one of America's pranks. Was that not what was going on here? Sighing, growing tired with his state of mind and the thought pattern rousing with it, he continued walking with a soundless huff. The beginnings of a frown tugged at the corner of well-proportioned lips, one arm remained dropped to the side as the other raised to enable slender fingers to run through messy ebony locks. Time seemed to evade him, no longer possessing the knowledge for how long he'd been wandering around the outer portions of the Manor.
It was around this time Kiku found himself in the troublesome position of being lost, and with no one around, he was also without being able to ask for assistance. Feeling a faint spark of irritation and exhaustion begin to course through him, another sigh escaped the Asian as he took a brief glance around his surroundings once more. The only thing that happened to be nearby was a run down well, well, he supposed he's had worse company.
Silence gnawed at his insides, hanging in the air like a gaping void that needed to be filled with noise, words, anything. It was poisonous in its nothingness, eerily unnatural, it seemed as though it could choke the life out of him at any moment. It was the kind of silence that falls right before you got knifed in the back, sending a chill through his body and blood running cold in his veins. He shifted to look back from whence he came, but there was nothing behind him except the same gray sky and dead silence. Of course there was nothing there, he was being foolish. A fear of the mind created from the horrid atmosphere he found himself in, though he had every reason to be cautious of his surroundings after the incident in the Manor. One that left him with more questions than answers, and that didn't sit well with him.
Kiku was walking unusually slowly, almost robotically, as if his brain was struggling to tell each foot to take the next step. He merely let his brain and feet take care of his destination, too caught up in his own thought process to care where he was going, anywhere was better than remaining out here in the open. Where was everyone? What happened back there, and more importantly, why had people begun to scream and flee as if terrified by their own shadows? Though he'd been taken by surprise once the lights suddenly flickered off, his nerves calmed once concluding it was one of America's pranks. Was that not what was going on here? Sighing, growing tired with his state of mind and the thought pattern rousing with it, he continued walking with a soundless huff. The beginnings of a frown tugged at the corner of well-proportioned lips, one arm remained dropped to the side as the other raised to enable slender fingers to run through messy ebony locks. Time seemed to evade him, no longer possessing the knowledge for how long he'd been wandering around the outer portions of the Manor.
It was around this time Kiku found himself in the troublesome position of being lost, and with no one around, he was also without being able to ask for assistance. Feeling a faint spark of irritation and exhaustion begin to course through him, another sigh escaped the Asian as he took a brief glance around his surroundings once more. The only thing that happened to be nearby was a run down well, well, he supposed he's had worse company.