Starting prompt - Your character is in the real world gallery or
at least near it. They will end up in the real world gallery.
Potential exceptions to this - Mary, Garry and Ib.
Once everyone has made a post, and each character has been used,
including canon characters, has made a 'move', and by that, I mean
that we are aware of their location. After this, I will have the
events that the canon had happen.
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Sylve was walking around, her flower crown nothing new. She was a
fan of art, but this art? It kind of creeped her out. She
constantly felt like it would end up alive. She didn't know why the
names freaked her out. She felt like she was being watched. She
wasn't wrong, however she shook the feeling off.
May was waiting for a friend and was sitting on a bench near the
entrance. Where was her friend!? Maybe she was just running
late.
~~~
A duo was walking by the gallery that once held them prisoner, the
younger of the two stopping dead in her tracks.
"What's wrong?" The elder asked.
"It's opened.
And she's back."
~~~
Mary rushed around, waiting for the newcomers, and her two old
'friends'. She had set a game up that, if lost, they had to give up
all fire starters, such as matches or lighters.
The rules were going to be followed.
Lloyd wandered around the room, fascinated by the art. He found the
pieces a bit creepy, but he didn't mind that, humming to himself as
he wandered through the gallery of Guertena's Art Museum.
Laranja ((for those of you who did not know, her name means orange,
very original =) )) was staring at the portrait of the hanging man,
confused by why the man was upsidedown hanging, as she was only
nine
”Mysterious… surprising… and law-defying… Isn’t that
right?”
[Color Coded for Your Convenience, multiple characters are
non colored]
May jumped up when she noticed
February. "Febs!" She said, excited, walking in with her
'friend'.
Sylve was watching the younger ones, and
a small sigh escaped her lips. She played so many bad situations
through her head, though the chances of one happening were
small.
That's when the lights went out.
The duo knew what was happening. They didn't want this. They didn't
want this for anyone else.
Yet it was happening.
February was about to suppress a sigh of annoyance when the lights
went out. "I knew this was a bad idea." she muttered, not looking
nearly as nervous as she actually was.
Aka also jumped when the lights went out. "Oh no." was all she had
to say.
May jumped, and curled into
herself, beginning to cry. The doors were locked. The younger of the two goes over to the
old painting. "It's open." She says. No one was there. "I thought we were done with this! We
burnt the painting!" Three words appeared. "Guys! Guys don't worry! Stay
together!" Come on down.
"She's the age I
was..." "Nothing... What's your name?" "Kids couldn't have locked the door
made everyone disappear and make a message in blood,
Febs." Sylve silently headed down to the
painting where Ib had entered the demonic gallery years
ago.
"She's back, there are new ones,
and it's happening again, Garry. We can't protect them forever.
Some will end up dead and she might come out." Sylve noticed an odd painting. Two people
looked like they'd left and there was a small girl. This... this
wasn't here before... There was a painting, that looked like a
child drew it. It depicted the young girl leaving and chasing after
them.
"Rescue..." she muttered, saying the name of the
painting.
m-my name is Laranja... but y-you can
call me Orange if you like..... Who are you? Why are the lights
out? Why is the exit locked? she said, tears on the verge of
being created
"Orange... Well, now we know what
her color will be... Follow me, Mrs. Laranja." Ib headed
downstairs, looking back to make sure that the young girl was
following her. May gasped at February, but laughed.
"Good ol' Febs, changes for no one."
Ib didn't answer. Garry didn't either.
Sylve was already unconscious in the other realm.
May had grabbed February by the wrist and was bringing her
downstairs with her.