RPG Fantacies Desire / Realities Sin 2 [M-LSV]

[Ozymandius Jones]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][B]"M-my family?"[/B] She managed a short laugh, reassured by the warmth of his hand that [i]he[/i] wasn't an illusion. [B]"My family is the reason I am here, remember? They no longer care for me, they -"[/B] A slightly hysterical edge crept into her voice. James seemed to sense that, raising a hand as he led on through the darkness.

"Then don't talk about them. I gave you options, remember..." [i]Options, options...artwork...[/i]

[B]"Y-you care much for art, James?" [/B] James shrugged. Lena tried to keep her eyes on him, and not the things stirring out in the shadows. It was a little easier now that she had something to talk about...

[B]"I like it...I'm not an expert, but I know enough to appreciate it when it's good..." [/B] Lena smiled slightly.

[B]"I am no expert myself, but there is one painting that reminds me very much of this situation...it is called "The Scream" and it is a [i]very[/i] distressing piece of artwork...you cannot tell what the subject is seeing, why he is frightened...seems very much like this."

"Aren't there any [i]happy[/i] paintings you can talk about?"

"Have you heard of M. C. Escher?" [/B] He had. They spent some time talking about the impossibilities of his paintings. Lena almost forgot where they were...they could have easily been talking a walk on the University's campus, if not for the utter, pitch blackness. Then, up ahead -

[B]"Do you see that?"[/B]

[B]"Is that...light?"[/B] It was, just the slightest glimmer, the slightest glow...as behind them the floor creaked. The spectors began to grow in number and intensity as they sped up together. Lena bit her lip, trying not to listen to the sounds behind them, growing louder and louder as the light grew; the noises growing much, [i]much[/i] faster than the light. It was almost upon them when - in a step as abrupt as the step [i]into[/i] it had been - the light grew back to that of the full gas lamps. They were in the corridor they had started from, it seemed so very long ago. She and James stared at each other.

[B]"Bu-but that's impossible! We never turned..."[/B] James shook his head.

[B]"Maybe our Escher conversation was more fitting then we know..." [/B] Lena stared down the long corridor, trying hard not to shiver.

[B]"W-what do you think happens now?"[/B] James put a comforting arm around her shoulder.

[B]"I don't know."[/B][/COLOR]


[COLOR=DarkOrange]OOC: And they're out...but both of 'em disobeyed rule two...joy. Anyways...second "Scream" reference in this rp, the painting is as scary as Lena claims. It also happens to be [URL=http://www.cordula.ws/munch.jpg]here[/URL]. M. C. Escher's paintings are also as impossible as they were discussing...like [URL=http://www.sackville.ednet.ns.ca/art/gallery/exhibit/draw/Escher,M.C.-Waterfall-1961.jpg]so[/URL]. Before you go "That's not that impossible", look close. Look really, [i]really[/i] close. I apologize for being an art geek now. I now give the stage to Anarchy...[/COLOR]

[Retribution]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Plot coherency... falling apart...

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IC:

"Shit..." he whispered. He heard a crash, and glass shattering coming from downstairs. Of course, he hoped the person would be okay, and naturally he sprinted down the flight of beautiful stairs into the kitchen. Maria was standing over someone else who was lying on the ground bleeding from her face.

"Oh Dios Mio... is she okay?" His voice was worried, with a hint of anger towards whoever did this.

"I have no idea.? She sounded scared about something.

?What the hell happened!? This is serious!? He demanded, frantically pacing back and forth. He didn?t wait for her hesitant answer. ?Help! [b]Someone help![/b]? He yelled upstairs. A few people poked their heads out of their doors.

?What happened? Who did this?? He asked Maria, wishing punishment upon such a vile culprit. He knew in the back of his mind that Maria had to tell him the truth, and wondered if she would ? if her card permitted her to do it.[/SIZE]

[Kairi]

[CENTER][COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]With Imogen faithfully at his side...the master approached the fallen Geneive now clutched in Maria's arms as he approached. Everyone was now surrounding the body as he approached...no one...not even the other servants bothered to help.

Sergio and Maria were staring at one another...something at the tip of her tongue seemed to come out before the master pushed his way through.

"Give her to me..." said the master as he leaned down, beginning to wrap his arms around the girl.

"What the hell are you going to do?!'' Sergio had a rather distaste already for the man...the card which had been given to him, as well as many of the others...Sergio grabbed the masters shoulder in his fury, not realizing the fatal mistake that he made.

In a flash the master stood and backhanded Sergio in the face, sending him flying into the wall. Maria was quick to his side when the master knelt back down to pick up Geneive. James and Yelena had just arrived to the scene, right after their little episode...upon seeing the master...they both froze...panic'd about what he may do. Karyan was the same...standing in the hallway with her robe, Kaine was still fast asleep...

Lifting the girl into his arms, without saying a word...he walked through the crowd...Imogen followed close behind as she took Karyans hand, motioning for her to come with her. Knowing what lay before her...Karyan folllowed. As the master passed both James and Yelena, their faces turned blank as his dark gaze came upon them...but he did nothing...and simply continued to walk as the two women followed from behind.

***Somewhere in the Mansion***

Tucker lay swirming on the ground, the visions intensifying on and off...the darkness surrounding him molded and changed into the fears which plagued him inside. Suddenly a light was shown, the door to his prison for what already seemed like an eternity...

Imogen stood in the doorway, her face just as emotionless as the masters as she came before him and released him from his shakles.

"Take him to his room...you are released from your card for the time being..." immidiately 4 men in black cloaks obeyed her command and carried him away....followed by another two who had Karyan held at her arms. She struggled with all her might...but it was futile.

"Strap her to the post, back exposed..." ordered Imogen as the men obeyed and wrapped Karyan's arms around the pole, her chest pressing into the metal.

"Now you whore...you'll get what was coming too you...you've disobeyed your card...now you must pay. It will not stop till the master returns for you bitch." with that...Imogen left...locking the door behind her, leaving both men in the room with Karyan.

"Imogen!" cried out Karyan...but no one answered...she was alone with these men...alone to await her fate.

Both men revieled leather whips...snapping them in the air as they prepared for punishment...

In the master's bedroom lay Geneive, her body motionless...but yet a pieceful expression upon her face. Her wound from the broken glass had already been bandaged up, stopping the blood as she rested...

It was early morning...not even a day after they had all arrived...and already so much had happened. But yet...the master loved it...watching their every move...this was only the beginning...

Walking to the front door of the mansion, the master opened it to have the sunlight blazing downward upon him as a visitor stood at the entrance awaiting to be let in...
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OOC: Continue on everyone...warning...more cards will be coming to your character...but not all at the same time...so check your PM's. Once you get your card you may post from there...saying how it was delivered etc. etc. Sergio...I'd complete your card soon if I were u;) And we have a new member to the house...please look at Skye's profile in the adventure inn...you're up Skye:)

[Skye]

[size=1]Standing on the steps was a young woman with long, red hair, with eyes to match. Slung over one shoulder was a carry-on bag, and she was rolling a black suitcase behind her. Wearing a pair of red drawstring harem pants, high-heels, and a red spaghetti strap shirt, she tossed her hair over one shoulder. The master smiled strangely at her.

?[b]Ah, well, hello. You must be Ami.[/b]?

Ami nodded, slightly taken aback that he already knew her name. She didn?t let it show, and the man moved to the side, and Ami stepped in. She looked around her, a small smile quirking her lips upward. Her eyes were shining.

?[b]Beautiful artwork on the ceiling, Master of Games.[/b]?

The man nodded. Two men stepped forward to take her bags, and she handed them over, still looking up to the vaulted ceilings. She put her hands on her hips, taking in the subtle color changes. A not-so-polite cough from behind her reminded her where she was, and she looked back to the older man. ?[b]Come this way; we have a room ready for you.[/b]?

Following him up a flight of stairs, she found them at the door to her room. It had her name on a plate, and she turned the doorknob, and stepped in.

The room was very large, with a king-sized bed against the wall, made up with violet sheets, a comforter, and plenty of pillows. The carpet was deep, very soft, and a pale lavender. The walls were painted the same color, and along the wall opposite the bed was a large black entertainment center, with a huge plasma TV, and a whole cabinet next to it was dedicated to DVD?s. In one corner, below a large, floor-length window, was a pile of pillows, cushions, and beanbags. Next to bed was a desk that also served as a night table, with a laptop on it. The surface was violet, like the bed. And in the corner next to it was a papa san chair in lavender.

One door to her direct left led to a master bath with a marble tub, and outfitted with violet rugs and towels. Lavender candles lined the beauty counter. Coming back out, she spotted a small fridge near the entertainment center. Ami?s eyes went wide as she spotted the paintings on the walls, and a huge smile lit her face. She turned to see the Master of Games watching her reaction, and he said,?[b]You missed dinner, as your driver was late, but you should be able to find something to eat in the fridge.[/b]?

OOC: Kairi, I?m going to let you decide whether or not I get my card yet. ^_^[/size]

[Redemption]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][FONT=Trebuchet MS][I]I?m a whore am I Imogen? Heh. Yeah, I used to be one, but I?m not anymore.

And why the hell is she with the Master?[/I] Karyan wondered. [I]I have to concentrate on living through this punishment. Damn you ?.. damn you Master for doing something like that to Kaine?.. damn you?..[/I]

The two men cracked their whips threateningly.

[I]I?ve been through more punishment then this. Not purely physical, but I?m tough enough to endure it.[/I]

Her warm blue eyes suddenly turned cold and glared at the two men even though she was bound to that cursed pole. The sound of the whips split the air sharply.

The first crack of the whip landed square on Karyan?s spine. She wasn?t expecting it and cried out in pain. The two men smirked. A naked woman on the pole in front of them, at their whim ? this is what they liked doing. In unison, they cracked their whips, the tips raking Karyan?s back. She was expecting it this time and clenched her teeth.

? Why don?t you cry out for us love? I?m sure it hurts??

[I]I won?t bow to you Master?. Even if it takes my last breath?[/I]

The lashes kept continuing, but no matter how hard they whipped her, she wouldn?t cry out.

? A stubborn Russian huh? We?ll just have to break you,? said one of the men. Karyan breathed hard. Blood dribbled down her back, over her buttocks and down her legs. She gritted her teeth. The pain was excruciating. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She heard the two men moving around behind her.

Karyan then felt one of men smear something rough on her back. It stung her wounds like all hell was on fire.

? S? salt?..?

Kayran?s face cringed in pain. The stinging was almost unbearable. The two men smirked as they saw the grimace on Karyan?s face.

? Hurt? Why don?t you cry out??
? Never?? Karyan hissed. They whipped her back again, the salt mixing with her blood. She started to feel dizzy. The world started spinning around her. Her body started to falter.

[I]No?.. I?. won?t give up?? no?. not? giving? up?.[/I]

Blackness took her.

[b]OOC: There you go Kairi. Given enough punishment so far?[/b][/COLOR][/FONT]

[Blayze]

[SIZE=1]James walked Yelena back to her room, where she sat down on the bed. He walked over to her and sat down beside her.

"Are you alright?" he asked. She looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks. It smeared her eye make-up down her face, staining her pretty face black.

"I'm okay, just a little shaken up, that's all," she replied shakily. He put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder. He looked into her eyes, and saw genuine fear there. He smiled, trying to comfort her.

"I'll tell you what we'll do. You have a shower or a bath or something, and I'll be back here in a little while and we can take a walk or something. We'll go out in the sunshine, as far away from the shadows as we possibly can. Sound good?"

She nodded feebly. He smiled, and gave her a quick hug, before leaving the room and going to his own room. He lay back on the bed, and took his shirt off, throwing it into the corner of the room. He rubbed his eyes, not believing he could be so tired at this time of day. He stripped off and got into the shower, feeling unclean from the darkness. After half an hour of intensive scrubbing, he felt clean enough to stop. He got out of the shower, towelled himself dry and got dressed. He sat on the bed, relaxing for a few minutes before leaving his room and going to pick up Yelena.

He knocked on her door, and waited for a reply...

(OOC: Tag again Ozy! Sorry to be doing this so much)[/SIZE]