Scare you very much

[ELISE DEMOTTE]

It seemed that no matter how badly the week had started, it was only destined to get worse. In those first short five days of school Elise had been assigned a colossal paper on one of her classmates government system, Norway had been the country pulled out of the hat. Elise, was not exactly looking forward to the project that was due in two weeks, probably because she was still getting adjusted to the time difference and how things worked around the school. The fact that a paper had been thrown into her face on top of all these, was just cruel and inhuman. Not wanting to get behind in her first week, Elise had opted out of going to the movies with a few acquaintance and decided to spend her first Friday night, alone in her dorm room studying and making notes.

Just as the ball started rolling, lady luck seemed to fly down, see Elise was actually doing okay and decide to make things a bit more difficult. In that very instant lighting flashed down from the rainy sky and the entire school's power went out. Cursing, Elise sat back from her laptop knowing all of her notes and tabs had been lost, hopefully she'd be able to recover them from her history. So, she sat in that comfortable chair, her perfectly manicured nails tapping away while she waited for the power to come back on. Five..ten..fifteen.. thirty minutes flew by and still not as much as a light had flickered on. Grunting, she stood up and walked over to her trunk and produced a flashlight, which she kept for emergencies just as this one.Light in hand, Elise flipped open her cell for the time, noted it was only 9:45 and decided to head over towards the library until the school curfew was enforced at 11 pm.

Knowing the basic structure of the school, Elise began the long arduous journey from the dorms to her destination known only as the library. As she walked in the stormy night, corners that she'd never given a second thought to produced monsters of unimaginable sizes. Evil faces of gargoyles that the sunlight had banished away chased after her skirt, as Elise picked up her pace through the corridors. Really, she was being silly; afraid of the dark, who her age was afraid of the dark? Too busy to notice what was in front of her, Elise turned the corner and ran into something large, solid, and dangerous. Falling backwards onto her rump, Elise watched in horror as a sword swung down from whoever she'd bumped into and landed inches from her feet with a loud CLANG which echoed throughout the corridor. Her scream was louder as she cried.

[orange]"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"[/ORANGE]

(hurray for a crappy post, and Elise bumped into a suit of armor in case you were wondering. ))

[TRYGVE GRÅFELL]

Trygve sighed as he sat in front of the computer in the library, he was looking for books about mental health. It was quite an interesting topic, something he thought he may be interested in, finding out the causes of some of the less understood mental illnesses. He had been given a research paper, which was annoyingly vague ‘find a topic you would like to learn more about, find ten sources and meet with your teacher to discuss’. Great. It sounded great when he started, but now he realized that assignment was difficult. He sighed as he shook his head.

He hadn’t realized it was so late until the storm outside urge him to look out the window. Crap, he must have missed dinner…. Maybe he could get something to eat back in his dorm, someone always had food… Or he could hold out till the next morning. He had water, after all. Trygve let himself zone out as he stared out the window, watching the storm, and listening to the rain. He found the sound and sight a bit unnerving, though he supposed he found being in a new school unnerving in itself, so he wasn’t being all that irrational. He wondered if he could get away with sitting outside in the rain, or just wandering around a bit, probably not. Especially if he had his bag with him, everything’s be soaked.


Trygve sighed, and he shook his head, he didn’t have time for such things now, he had a research paper to write. Looking back at the screen he was a bit irked that most of these books were reference books (thus he could not check them out) and he was writing down the call numbers, authors and titles of the books. He was looking at the screen and he stared, crap. The lights were gone, and that was accompanied by the chorus of yells… Well, only one or two others were here this late. He sighed as he tapped his pen against the table, nope, this would not due. He stood up, grabbing his bag as he put the paper in his pocket. He managed to get to the middle of the library before he headed to the front. He left the large room, and headed down a hallway, pausing momentarily to stare out at the storm, blinking slowly. His hands slid into his pockets before he continued on his way. The only thin that had phased him was the scream, he stared ahead of him before he continued walking, though this time with some curiosity,”Hello?” He asked as he rounded a corner.

[STEFÁN EIRÍKSSON]

It was amazing how often Stefán found himself at the library. He had a perfectly good dorm, but he still preferred to sit in one of the chairs in the library. It must be something with the atmosphere, he mused as he shifted slightly to adjust his laptop. The fans underneath was making his thighs uncomfortably warm, but he couldn’t find a table to put the small portable computer on. But it was fine, really… as long as he had power. This wasn’t one of the newest laptops… on the contrary, it was so old the battery was unable to charge.

His current assignment was American politics. As a foreign student, his teacher thought this would be a perfect opportunity to learn more about the system of the country he was studying in. It could have been worse, Stefán thought. He liked politics, both domestic and international, but American politics wasn’t one of his favourite. It was too confusing… Nothing like the British system: Magna Carta, traditions, House of Commons, House of Lords, MPs, PM, Cabinet, God save the Queen, winner takes it all. Piece of cake.

We – the People was something different. Legislative branch, Judicial branch, Executive branch, House of Representatives, The Supreme Court, Congress, Senators, Democrats and Republicans, four years, lifetime, checks and balances, first Tuesday after the first Monday in November... blah, blah, blah...

Stefán let his fingers type another sentence when he heard a thunder roar outside. A smile formed on his lips as he remembered believing the old saga his mother had told him. Whenever it was thundering outside, it was just Þór that swung his mighty hammer – and nothing to be scared of. How naive he had been then. Then suddenly, as he still kept typing, the library went black. Stefán looked in horror as the screen of his laptop slowly dimmed into blackness... of course he had forgotten to save the document.

"Anzvíti..." He cursed as he kept staring at the blank screen. Maybe the text would appear magically if he just stared long enough. ... No, nothing happened. With a sigh in defeat, Stefán closed the laptop and fumbled around his feet for his bag. It was just his typical luck... forgetting to save, and lose everything when the power dies. Not to talk about being trapped in a pitch black library. How was he supposed to get out of here...?

Once he found his bag, he slid the laptop into the pocket and stood up. Stefán had never been lost in a library before... he wondered how that would go. He swung the strap over his shoulder and started off in a random direction. The occasional lightning lit up the room for a moment so he was sure he didn’t walk into a bookstand. But still... this was rather troublesome...

A suddenly cry almost made him jump. What was that...? Did someone crash into a bookstand? The cry didn’t come very far from his position, but he was navigating away from the windows, and away from the lightning flashes... everything was dark here... Slightly annoyed, Stefán reached out a hand to try to find his position in the room. As he walked, he felt his shoulder connect with something, and instinctively reached out. It was a bookstand. With his hand trailing along the books of the shelves, he continued his walk with slow steps. "Halló?"

[ELISE DEMOTTE]

Oh Good God in Haven, how could she have been so stupid? By walking alone down the corridor, late at night, during a storm Elise had broken the number one rule to survival in horror movies: NEVER GO ANYWHERE ALONE! Any second now some masked wacko who was driven to madness by his lust for human blood was going to jump out of the shadows armed with a machete and tear her apart limb from limb. Elise sat on the stone cold floor staring at the sword that had almost beheaded her and simply waited. This was usually the time when Elise, who was a fan of horror movies would start yelling at the actors for not running for their life. Back then, back in the safety of her house, she'd scuffed at the heroine stating if she was ever in this situation things would be different, a lot different.

A load of crap that had been. Watching a horror movie and living it were two very different things. As part of the audience there's a sense of safety knowing what you're watching is all make believe, while the actor is living out one of everyone's greatest nightmares, they're looking death right in the eye and everything in their body is telling them to run, run as fast as you can and never look back. The only thing is, you're too nervous to even see straight, the smallest of sounds makes you jump, and no matter how much you scream at your nerves, no part of your body can move.

When seacoast orbs spied no steel toed boots coming forward, she briefly wondered if her attacker had been frightened off by her scream. Surely she'd alarmed everyone in the immediate area of the danger she'd been in and her would be murder had fled knowing the danger in numbers. Elise then let out a sigh she didn't know she'd been holding and slowly sat up and reaching for the flashlight which had rolled away during the crash. When it didn't turn on, Elise began violently shaking the device, as if it might magically start working. It did not.

Great, standing up Elise carefully made her way around the fallen sword and strained her eyes so she could make out her current position. Thunder continued to clash in the sky and provided no help in seeing just what was in front of her, straining her eyesight even more Elise could faintly make out a figure coming closer and closer. When lightening struck once again, the hallways became illuminated and Elise gulped.

Hello? Now that was a rather odd thing to say to your victim, was he also going to sit her down for a sip of tea? Elise let out a low laugh, not knowing why the picture of drinking tea with her murder was so amusing.

"Hello," she replied shakily "I p-promise...I won't tell a-anyone you're here. just p-p-please don't kill me." God she really was pathetic, wasn't she?

(Hurray for another crappy post. i say we somehow get back into the library and get locked in for good. ))

[ANTONIO CARRIEDO]

Antonio grimaced as he sat down in front of a table in the library. So far he'd been assigned a paper on his home country's government which he'd have to give a presentation about in class the next week (he hadn't really paid much attention to politics even back home so this wasn't going to be as easy as his teacher obviously thought it was going to be), math homework which was not his specialty at all, and other things that just gave him a headache to think about.

Normally he'd simply shrug the stress off and simply get it done, but the combination of adjusting to the time zone, having to speak in another language full-time, more homework than he'd ever expected, and no real support from family or friends left him feeling very tired and stressed. The more he tried to concentrate the blurrier the pages in front of him got. He decided maybe he'd just take a quick nap. Yes, just a quick nap and later he'd type up his work on one of the library's computers for lack of having one of his own. His family had a computer to share, but he'd never owned one of his own so public computers would have to do just fine. Deciding that taking a quick nap wouldn't hurt anything he rested his head on his folded arms and nodded off falling into a deep slumber.

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Some time later Antonio abruptly woke up to the sound of thunder. The first hing he noticed was that the lights were off. Had he slept through the closing of the library? Looking at his cellphone though he saw that there was still plenty of time before the library was to close. The power must be out then, he deduced. Still, he figured he ought to get back to his dorm considering how late it was.

He gathered his papers and books and proceeded to stuff them in his backpack. Standing up, he rubbed the corners of his eyes and looked around him to see no one else around. Finding that curious but not overtly odd considering it was a Friday evening now Antonio set off in a random direction, hoping he'd eventually find the exit. Everything looked different at night...

[TRYGVE GRÅFELL]

The hallway could be rather intimidating, and more so if it was unfamiliar to someone. He supposed he could see that, and the roll of the thunder shook the building slightly. He looked down, glancing at his phone before he shoved it back in his pocket. Not too late, but he did need his books before the next day, maybe tomorrow morning? No, damn, he had a first period class then. He’d have to get back into the library then, he supposed.

Trygve blinked some as he listened, oh look, a person he could inwardly judge. He blinked some,”I am not here to kill you.” He stated as he walked over looking at her,”If I wanted to kill someone I wouldn’t do it during a storm.” He said. Well then, Trygve, that’s good to know. He wouldn’t kill someone in a storm, that’d be for people who weren’t confident in their abilities. He personally would probably pick poison… This was a pleasant train of thought. He blinked at her,”I highly doubt there’s a mass murderer within the walls of this school.” He said nodding as he glanced out the window seeing the lightning flash again.

He looked at the person in front of him, more specifically the she in front of him. He blinked once or twice before he nodded in greeting. This would be awkward, he could barely communicate with people, never mind the female verity. He removed his hands from his pockets as he adjusted his hair-clip, and then he crossed his arms over his chest,”I assume the power’s out all through the school? Dorms included?” He asked, then what was the point of returning there? He could stumble around blindly in the dark in the library just as well, but maybe get some work done.

[ELISE DEMOTTE]

Slowly her cool facade was cracking bit by bit, if things continued on this road that facade would shatter and she'd soon be in a puddle of her own tears and rocking back and forth into the corner. Somehow, even though her legs wobbled more than the questionable American dessert known as jello she was able to keep her balance and not fall flat onto the floor. With the elegance of an elephant on wheels, Elise managed to place one foot behind the other and create a tiny bit of distance between herself and this stranger. When the stranger spoke, his voice was that of a innocent young boy, the type who had not yet crossed over into the land of manhood. Sure, there was a few cracks indicating he was well on his way, but over all the voice still held a whisper of innocence.

That innocence was what helped put down Elise's guard, the other part was his reassurance their was no murderer on the campus. So, she let out a sigh and placed a hand over her heart as to steady the organ, which beat like she'd just finished running a marathon. This boy, whoever he was, was right. Before even stepping foot on the campus, the school had gone through her record for any suspensions or arrests, along with the usual grades, attendance, and how much money her family brought in yearly.

"You're right, sorry you had to see that." Any emotions of fear had vanished just as the lightening beforehand. "Besides, even if you were a murderer, I think I could take you." She gave a playful chuckle before placing a finger on her lip, seemingly deep in thought. "Yeah, that's why I came down here actually. I was doing a report on Norway's government and all the sudden my laptop went out and well, here I am now."

Going back to her previous task, Elise once again began hitting the device until a thin beam of light shone through the darkness. "Sweet, were you going to the library? If so, wanna go together? This place is humongous and kinda scary at night and I don't really want to get lost." Walking a few steps ahead she stopped, turned, and motioned towards the boy. "You better hurry up now or I'll leave you behind."

[TRYGVE GRÅFELL]

Trygve watched her closely, he knew staring was rude. But who cares? He shrugged,”It was the slightest bit amusing.” He stated simply as he nodded… He would have chuckled if he were the type to do so,”Possibly.” He replied,”I am considerably small…” He said a brief…. Kinda-half-not-really, smile appearing on his face. He somehow got across he found a small amusement in such a statement without the movement of his facial muscles into the internationally recognized smile.

He adjusted his bag on his shoulder as he took a step back so she could collect herself,”On Norway’s government?” He repeated, brow raised. Hello there Fate, sup? He nodded apparently the generation’s dependence upon computers either needed to be gotten rid of or updated. He turned on his heel,”I am from Norway.” He said simply, he was used to people not quite being able to place his accent, it was hard if one wasn’t from such a place.

The Norwegian looked down the hall towards the dorms,”Sure, I was just there. Power cut. Computer died. Still need books.” He said as he watched her struggle with the flashlight. He gave a short nod,”It’s that way..” He said as if that weren’t painfully obvious. Apparently most of the kids had left the library, for there was no sound aside from the rolling thunder. Most kids probably had fled to their dorms, or outside, either one. He walked in relative silence before he heard a voice, from within the library itself. He recognized it, though that didn’t say much considering how many people he’d talked to,”Stefa ́n…?” He said quietly, brow raised as he hoped he was right and not just… Awkward. That was something he hated, when you thought you were greeting someone, or saw them on the street, and it really wasn’t them. Then again, for him it was always a private embarrassment, seeing as he never actually voiced his thoughts.

[STEFÁN EIRÍKSSON]

No one answered. Of course no one answered him… he had been sitting alone in the library when the lights went out. He doubted anyone had entered meanwhile, and he was absolutely sure no one would enter now. It was simply too dark, Stefán could barely see the outline of the books he trailed with his hand. Where was the exit…? He could vaguely remember turning left by the world history section, and then right by the hobby books… or was it right by the history section and across from the fantasy literature…

Technically, it didn’t really matter at this point. Stefán couldn’t remember which direction he had started off in. He could have walked straight into the dreaded religion section for all he knew. And… was it getting colder? Stefán was quite sure he didn’t imagine his fingertips going numb. He brought his fingers to his mouth to breathe on them. Stupid warm country… it was making him all too sensitive to colder temperatures.

Though he was reluctant to admit it, this scene was like taken directly out of a horror film. The power suddenly gone, the lightning storm outside, the temperature drop, the main characters still spread and ignorant to all the dangers that lurked in the darkness… yup, just like a horror film. But this was reality, and he was sure it was a logical explanation to everything.

For instance. The lightning had struck somewhere school ground and cut off the power. That included not only the lights, but also the heaters. The caretakers of the school were probably busy trying to fix the problems, or at least get the back-up power up and running. Yeah, the lights would be on in a few minutes… so why did his heart keep racing? He felt chills running down his back, and a clawed hand grip tightly around his insides.

Was he scared? No, he felt more nervous than scared. His palms were also sweaty, he noticed, and ran his hands down his thighs. How annoying this entire ordeal was… this school really needed to put lights in the floor or something. Stefán continued his slow walk, feeling more nervous by the minute – but focused on not recognizing the nervousness. Then suddenly, completely out of the blue, he walked into something… someone.

A squeak of surprise left his lips as he tumbled backwards, trying to hold on to something to stabilize his balance. Nothing came to his rescue, however, and he toppled over his own legs and fell backwards. The impact with the floor could have been worse – he could have hit his head on the many bookshelves – so Stefán was grateful to only have his breath knocked out of his lungs. "Who’s there?" he managed to grunt after a moment.

[[ooc: Cue Spain~!]]

[ANTONIO CARRIEDO]

Antonio had been walking around for awhile, oblivious to all the creepy noises, but still couldn't seem to find an exit. Frowning, he decided to take a left this time, not realizing that he was, simply put, walking around in a large square. Ahhh, if only he had one of his turtles that he had had to leave back home... They had always cheered him up back home.

The images of turtles occupying his mind, Antonio grew distracted in his wanderings and invariably only got himself further lost. At one point he actually walked into a bookshelf, but luckily only a few books fell off so he merely shrugged and continued on his way, albeit a bit more careful. But yet again, his mind fell back to daydreaming of his adorable turles. Maybe he'd find some here~?

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt something collide into him. Startled, his eyes narrowed dangerously, as he looked at the person who had bumped into him. He had been on edge all day and while his daydreams had kept him occupied, his nice personality had been riding a thin rope and that accidental touch had finally broken it. Antonio scowled down at the person who had bumped into him, his eyes glimmering dangerously, expecting there to be an attack of some sort.

((ooc: couldn't resist adding yandere!Spain at some point so yeah, plus it adds to the scary wheee~ Don't worry yandere!Spain isn't sticking around for long though.))

[STEFÁN EIRÍKSSON]

It was dark. He couldn’t see a thing. He had just walked into someone. Or something – seeing as his question wasn’t answered. Stefán exhaled in annoyance as he scrambled to get into a sitting position. However, his breath caught as another lightening flashed and lit the room for a split second. A pair of green eyes was staring down at him. Where had they come from? Or more importantly, who did they belong to?

Stefán felt his annoyance be replaced with anxiousness, and his body tensed. As the darkness again fell upon them, he held his breath and pulled back until he felt his back connect with a bookshelf. "Who’s there?" Stefán called out again. He tried to sound manly older than he was, or at the very least not scared shitless, but his voice failed him and his question came an octave higher than usual.

So this was how it was supposed to end? If that was so, then this was turning out to be a terrible horror film. The main characters hadn’t even met yet, the universal roles hadn’t been presented, and the discreet yet obvious hints of something foreboding hadn’t been given either. Or he himself was supposed to be the hint... when the main characters found his dead body along with a creepy message left behind by the killer using his blood.

Wait, did something move? Or it was possibly his mind playing tricks on him... it didn’t help that a memory of his six year old self walking through the deep snow of the glacier began playing ever so vividly before his eyes. Stefán could still feel his heart racing miles a minute, and his legs felt as if being replaced by jelly, but he was not going to sit and wait for the murderer to stumble his way over to him and kill him. He would rather die standing... or something equally melodramatic.

Stefán rose to his feet, less gracefully than he had wished, and supported his trembling legs by holding on to a shelf. The thought of running or sneaking away never crossed his mind. "Who are you?" he repeated, his voice firmer this time.

[[Sorry for taking so long TAT]]

[ANTONIO CARRIEDO]

He had expected an attack, but instead he got a scared reply of "Who's there?" Immediately Antonio realised his mistake and his eyes softened and his shoulder slumped a little as he relaxed in relief. Ahh so it was only another student- funny, he hadn't thought anyone else was still here though. Ah well.

His demeanor shifting back to his usual happy self, Antonio stood there for a bit still looking at the other curiously. The other sounded vaguely Scandinavian of some sort. But it was too dark to see well and he was never that great at placing accents anyways. He heard the other then say, "Who are you?" when he realized he hadn't answered the other's first question.

Blinking a bit, Antonio replied, "Ahh sorry about! You surprised me, si? My name is Antonio! I was studying in the library when I kinda fell asleep hehe... And then I woke up and walked around and well here we are!" He grinned a bit sheepishly when he admitted to having fallen asleep. He was still entirely unaware of the creepy atmosphere surrounding them both so acted very much normal.

(OOC: Sorry it's short xD;)