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| Event | Feb 27 2010, 07:43 PM Post #1 |
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Watch out; they move. Don't want to be going anywhere you're not allowed to be... |
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| Sadie Eppes | Mar 4 2010, 07:01 AM Post #2 |
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It was a very odd feeling. One moment, she was a tired, emotional wreck, very against moving or in fact, even breathing. The next moment, she was sitting straighter, clearing her eyes and rubbing at her dirty, stained cheeks to clear them up. Her clothes were back, and she wiggled comfortably in her white robe, jumping up off the ground. Looking down at it, she fingered the embroidered crossed wand and bond. The gold emblem gleamed for a moment when she suddenly turned around, thinking of something. Her knowledge and training had come flooding back, and with a clearer head and facts prevailing she knew very well she was once again competent enough to heal a few broken ribs. It was just broken bones, for merlinsakes. As they went to climb, she was about to approach Declan when reason prevailed in a different way. He thought there were broken bones. They would need to confirm that, and the placement, and he was moving fine enough now. She wasn't exactly going to go up against a superior to tell him they should heal him now. He could wait to Mungos, or hell...he could do it himself. The stairs were...almost endless, bloody, hell. They moved, and she jumped suddenly over a stair that had just pretended to be there. It wasn't very nice of it. But at least she remembered it now. All manner of details were back at the forefront of her cool mind, and she held her head quite a bit higher. |
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| Event | Mar 4 2010, 07:01 AM Post #3 |
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As soon as everyone stepped on the stairs, a card appeared in front of them, floating at the top of the staircase. Or was that…the bottom? Look at the little picture on the card: The Hanged Man. Is that man upside down? Well, you are. With a sickening lurch, you realize that the entire staircase is upside down. It is the ceiling, and the new floor is far, far below your feet. You don’t know how you haven’t fallen yet, and you aren’t sure how. But surely if you lift even one foot to climb the rest of the staircase you’ll fall. And that just wouldn’t be very pleasant. It’s a long way down… …or is it up? |
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| Brad Davenport | Mar 4 2010, 07:02 AM Post #4 |
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Brad automatically felt dizzy as his world shifted and he found himself…upside down on the stairs but not falling? This was…so surreal. It was The Hanged Man; that he knew without even looking at the cards because they were going in order. Taking a deep breath, he tried to stay calm despite the dizzying fear of falling to his death, which at the moment was an all too real possibility. "The Hanged Man," he said out loud, more for himself than anyone, trying to figure it out. "It’s a cared that represents someone willing to take a fresh look at things from a new angle…someone who will willingly plunge themselves into a crisis between the reality and the unknown. A card of putting faith into something and relying on destiny…" Perhaps they needed to…have some faith? All he knew was that this was scaring the shit out of him. |
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| Anastasia Zytsev | Mar 4 2010, 07:04 AM Post #5 |
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Annie walked up to the stairs, stopping her stomping only because it really hurt. At this point, sleep wouldn’t be enough. She needed serious meds, sleep, nutrition… a bloody vacation at a sinfully expensive spa… And then she was upside down. With a shriek, Annie held onto her jacket to keep the cards, and stared at the flights down. At how high they were. Her stomach was completely dropped, probably all the way down at the bottom. Somewhere she was sure she would be seeing if she so much moved a muscle. With her hair flying over her face, her fingers white against her clothes and the blood rushing to her face, Annie froze, eyes fixed to the stone floors she could just imagine herself slamming down into. |
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| Sadie Eppes | Mar 4 2010, 07:09 AM Post #6 |
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The world had inverted itself. Suddenly clutching the railing and thanking Merlin she hadn't fallen through that trick stair, and taking several, several deep breaths, she tilted her head. Wasn't this bloody interesting? "Always wanted to know what it was like to walk on the ceiling." She muttered under her breath. Wasn't that a common thing to wonder anyways? Of course, one just had to get on a damn broom to do that, and hang upside down off it... It was fun, actually. Once the initial shock had worn off a bit, she tilted her head around to look at the similarly upside down portraits. |
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| Athena Stryker | Mar 4 2010, 07:10 AM Post #7 |
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Athena nearly cried in relief as the Justice announced that they didn’t have to deal anymore with their handicaps. Just feeling her clothes back on her, getting her brushes back, letting her have her contacts and her blonde hair back? If her ribs weren’t killing her so much, she probably would have stood up and danced. Or, actually not, seeing how the last girl saying she would dance broke something. Nope. She didn’t want to tempt that. Feeling like she was herself again, Athena followed on with a much better attitude, a much more confident sway. But when the stairs turned upside down? Athena was upside down. She was actually upside down a fair amount. However, that upside down was usually with a thick metal pole between her legs, not stairs under her feet. She blinked, shaking a hand through her hair as waited for someone to have figured out what the hell they were supposed to do. |
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| Julie Varey | Mar 4 2010, 07:17 AM Post #8 |
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Julie was so happy when they got the handicaps off. Really, it was so much better to be normal and uninfluenced by anything. The baby bump was back as well as her original clothes, hair, jewelry...everything. Not to mention her personality. She had not been feeling like herself at all, and despite the exhaustion and the somewhat burned feet--though the burn salve had taken care of most of that--she'd pretty much never been more relieved. But she was so damn sick of this little trip around Hogwarts. What, could people not find something better to do with their time than kidnap and drag around other people to...teach them a lesson or something? The whole thing was honestly ridiculous, and she didn't want to participate anymore. The only thing keeping her going was that it would probably, eventually, hopefully, lead to a way out. Moodily, she followed the others to the stairs, suddenly finding herself upside down on them. Great. Just. Bloody. Fantastic. "Anyone figured this thing out yet?" she asked, irritated. "Should we just...turn back and try a different stairway?" Edited by Julie Varey, Mar 4 2010, 07:17 AM.
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| Carolina Bradbury | Mar 4 2010, 07:18 AM Post #9 |
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Carolina hated heights. She'd been about to press Brad-- though carefully, for she could see he actually did want to talk and she wasn't really for all of them getting punished again --when the world flipped upside down and her heart flipping stopped. Set free of the bun, her long, silky black hair had tilted around and she let it fall into her eyes and then pressed her hands to them trying to block it out. All she was hearing was the sound of a loud branch snapping off and the crunch of her own bones. Refusing to utter even a scream, she'd turned quite white underneath the black of her hair. What the hell was this supposed to teach them? She wouldn't move. She wouldn't take a step; she promised. Just flip the stairs back. Set the world right. Her jaw and face were hardening and she pressed her palms to her eyes harder. "Well, great." She snapped under her breath. "I didn't feel very much like I wanted to be hung myself." Although to facing heights at the moment that was actually much preferable. |
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| Miles Fitzgerald | Mar 4 2010, 07:18 AM Post #10 |
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It seemed to Miles he was making his second home on the ceiling at this rate. As the hair gloriously returned to his head flipped upside down a bit he lifted his hands to rub at his cheeks. Atop them sat a bright, cheeky, smirk. Everything seemed lighter and more hopeful to him now. The guilt that had been crippling him from moving was gone. His hands scratching at the side of his cheeks as he examined the flipped surroundings, he tilted his head more at the remark. "A bit of faith, eh?" Huh. Well since everything in the world seemed to be telling him not to take a step forward lest he crash, he predictably lifted his foot and took a step anyways. |
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| Event | Mar 4 2010, 07:22 AM Post #11 |
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As one person took a step forward, the stairs righted themselves and they were able to continue on, getting the card at the end of the stairway. The Hanged Man now in their possession, it was time for the next clue, another that floated down on parchment: Where do we send the rule-breakers and cheaters? Of course, to the office of the school’s leader. Let’s try to get back up to the seventh floor faster, To find what awaits you at the home of the Headmaster. |
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