forum ~The Oddity~ [O/O closed | stalkers welcome]

Started February 26, 2019 by Deleted user

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Manon followed the instructions to the first bedroom, and went through the clothes, looking for something that would fit.

Erin pulled her hair up with a stray hairband, sneering at the muddy texture. She loaded the shotgun and patrolled through the house, looking through the windows wearily. The distant howling had faded away, and the storm had disappeared as if it was never there. The sky remained white and cloudly like the earth it hovered above.

Manon grabbed a simple outfit and made her way to the shower, starting it up. As she waited for the water to heat up, she leaned against the sink, squinting at herself in the mirror. What the hell is going on? And why us of all people?

Erin doubled back to the front door and made sure it was deadlocked as well. She felt slightly panicked that her family was nowhere in sight. After checking every crevice, she made her way upstairs, where all the rooms were also cleared. She headed back down the stairs, where she sat in the middle, able to see both the ground floor and second floor.

Manon checked the water and stripped, climbing in. She had to admit, the warmth was nice, but there seemed to be an irremovable chill in her bones. She found herself humming softly, trying to keep her mind off of everything.

Erin rummaged through her bag, pulling out a wristwatch. The hands were flipping all over the place, going back and forth in weird directions. She smacked it with a confused glare, only for it to continue.
Intrigued, she got up off the stairs and opened a nearby coffee table. She pulled out the tabletop clock, only to discover its hands also spinning around chaotically. She ran to the kitchen, clock and watch in hand. She stared at the digital clock on the stove, the numbers switching crazily. "What…"

Manon turned the water off and stepped back out, drying off as quick as she could and dressing the the jeans and t-shirt she had grabbed. She threw her hair in a quick braid for it to dry in and headed back out to find Erin.

She heard the footsteps. "Hey…" She glanced at her quickly before looking back at the rapidly changing digits on the clock.

She stepped close, looking over her shoulder at the clock with a frown. "Are all of them doing this? It is like an episode of the Twilight Zone, honestly."

"Yeah… I was thinking maybe it had something to do with a strong magnetic pulse of sorts… but if it was… why just the clocks?" She shifted the rifle in her arms. She cleared her throat and looked around. "You good with keeping an eye on everything while i shower?"

"Yes." Manon looked around, eyes narrowed. "And then we should find a radio or something."

She placed the double barrel on the table. "Do you know how to use it?" She looked back at Manon with a twinge of concern.

"My family are trophy hunters, I was taught quite young." She replied, a disgusted sneer on her lips at the mention of her family's pass time.

"Alright. I'll be down in a couple of minutes. If you hear anything, shout for me." She stated before turning and jogging up the stairs.

Manon leaned against the counter, listening to the quiet house. Any extra sound inside or outside she would make sure to pick out.

The dark haired teen foraged through her room, pulling out winter clothes, boots and placing some coats on her bed. She took the clothes with her into the bathroom where she hastily undressed. She turned on the shower and stepped in, relieved to have the feeling of lake water off her. That… wretched lake… She flinched, remembering their floating bodies. We… never checked to see if they were okay…
She fought back tears as she quickly cleaned herself. She stepped out, dried off and dressed once more in fresh clothes.
She swiftly went down the stairs carrying the coats and boots. "Here." She said bluntly and quickly as she placed the boots and coats behind Manon. "They may be big but they'll work."

Manon nodded. "Thank you. Does your family keep a radio out here? Or maybe something that tunes into the trucker's or police?"

(Hey maybe if this roleplay is good enough, maybe we can put it on Wattpad as a story. That'd be cool.)

She turned and grasped the car keys laying on a kitchen counter. "There's one in the car." She shrugged lightly. "You think that would work?"

((Oh, that might be fun!
"We can hope." She tugged on the boots, and grabbed a coat. "Hopefully, we might be able to find out what is happening."

"Maybe the truth would be harder to swallow than fantasy…" Erin muttered. She opened a cabinet where she pulled out a revolver pistol and ammo. "Which one do you want?" She gestured to the guns.

"Something small, easy to carry and reload." She said simply. "The pistol. I am more used to using those, anyways."

She nodded and handed her the pistol. "It's not loaded." She picked up her rifle and strode to the door in a few steps. Erin cracked the door open and peered outside, nothing within eyesight. The dark haired teen opened the door and stepped out into the icy yard. She jogged to the car, looking behind her to see if Manon was following.
She placed the key into the hole and unlocked the car, using her strength to pull the frozen metal. The door gave way and she took in a deep breath and slid into the cold car. "I hope this works…"

Manon followed her out, and leaned against the car. "Anything?"

She started the car and pressed the button to turn on the radio. All that played was distorted static, almost painful to the ear. She shut it off quickly, unable to handle the strange noise. "I don't know… just some weird static… It… really hurts."

Manon stared at it quizzically for a second. "Does the car at least work? And how much gas is in it? We could try heading into town."