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House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

@hagrodenthis looks great! Can't wait to see him in the IC

That said, feel free to jump into the IC whenever you want!

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

@Izaka Sazaka@MrSkelton@Izaka Sazaka There's still spaces for characters if you guys are interested! I have some ideas for extra characters that aren't a part of the student group that some of you may like.

Let me know if you're still interested!

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

September 4th, 2015: 12 PM

Max stared at the wall across the living-room as he tried to make sense of his dream. 'I remember it..' he started, unable to finish Sighing in morbid defeat he repeated himself: 'I remember it, but I can't understand.' He turned his head to Allan (who would now fully appreciate the hangover that haunted poor Max) and said, 'You know you have dreams where you're being followed? It was like that, but nothing was following me. It was empty.' After a short pause he shrugged it off. He lowered his hand to the floor and rubbed his fingers together, calling, 'Hi Bessy!'

September 4th, 2015: 5:35 PM

'It doesn't make sense to me either,' Max claimed. He took the camera back and looked again on the pictures. Cogs in his brain strained to find an answer and in response to Nicki's proposal that this was a "prank" he replied, 'I just bought this memory card - second hand. These pictures were on it.

Max held the camera up to Taisto and showed him the first picture that was on the screen. 'It's just nonsense. It creeps me out but I can't make sense of it.' He grinned faintly and looked back at Nicki, jesting, 'It's like the sort of thing you'd find in a horror movie - a scary picture! What's next? Coordinates to a body? Your body!?'

For a moment Max flicked through the pictures, slumping down on the couch. 'What is this house?' he asked, saying the word "house" in English as Nicki had said it (although his accent was miles off - Nicki might have heard something more akin to "Howsee"). 'Does that mean anything to you? In English, I mean.'

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

September 4th, 3 P.M.

The camera shop door's bell rang again as it closed behind Max, this time leaving him outside. He stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets, tightly grasping the memory stick he purchased, and made down the pavement.

Max's eyes were so fixated on the street ahead that he only noticed the toppled Linus when his name was called. 'Linus?' he asked, a smirk creeping onto his face. 'What are you doing on the floor?' He offered a hand to Linus and pulled him to his feet. 'Getting stuck in your head again?' he chuckled. 'You need to look where you're going.'

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

@Adalrod@DJAtomika@Kiroue@Warbozz

Just a note about Timeline.

You'll notice that in IC 7 I jumped ahead of time. However, you should not feel as if you have to adhere to this. If something was left unsaid but I skipped ahead, feel free to put a "time stamp" in a part of your RP so that your RP may go back in time and finish something, even though I may have skipped ahead of it in my post.

This RP is very plot driven, and thus I'll regularly be making such time jumps in order to add plot points. Don't feel you must adhere to the time progression that I'm making, You may go back in time.

That said, I do ask that if you do jump back in time in your post, you then follow through with a jump forwards and address what I post in the present :)

World of Wander [Light Sci-Fi / Fantasy]

@The WandererAhahaha yes! I'll change it to "World of Wanderer"

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

@DJAtomikaYes :)

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

@Kiroue Don't feel you need a long reply to my last.

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

September 4th, 2015: 12 PM

Lazy steps carried a tired Max to the living-room. His eyes barely open, he shuffled through the flat and into the main room. He offered a quiet 'Hi,' to the flat-mates he passed and upon entering the living-room he would have raised a lethargic hand and said, 'Morning' were it not for the table he stubbed his toe on. 'Damnit,' he exclaimed as his pinky toe throbbed. Scratching his head he sat on the couch and sighed.

Almost unaware of anyone who may have been in the room he says, 'I had the strangest dream last night.' He paused before continuing. 'I can't stop thinking about it. I can't even explain it.' He cast his eyes to the window and peered up at the sky. 'Nice day, anyway.'

September 4th, 2015: 3 PM

Shoppers drifted down the empty street - the occasional car trundled down the road on the slow Friday afternoon. Max looked over the various shops and their windows with an interest in finding something in-particular. Spotting the small camera shop across the road, he wandered over and entered. A bell on the door signaled his entrance into the establishment and an old man wandered through a set of net curtains hanging in a doorway behind the counter.

'What can I do for you?' the man asked, slightly hunched and squinting due to the lack of his glasses. A shaking hand lifted his glasses from the counter and placed them delicately on the tip of his wrinkly nose. 'Ah, Max. How can I help?'

'I'm looking for an SD card,' he replied, smiling. 'Thirty-two gigabytes please.' Max walked to the counter and rest his hands on the wooden surface.

The old man turned to the extensive rack of memory cards and film rolls behind the counter. His hand flicked through various products before he uttered, 'I have a SanDisk for one-hundred-and-ten Krona.'

Max frowned slightly and asked, fearing for his wallet, 'No second-hand ones?'

The old man moved his hand to another rack where individually bagged memory cards hung haphazardly on a short rack. 'Yes, you're in luck.' Turning his head back to Max the old man asked, 'Ninety Krona okay?'

September 4th, 2015: 5:30 PM

Max blinked away the remainder of his hangover as he pulled one of his cameras from a shelf in his room. He fished his newly acquired memory card from his jacket pocket and slid it into the empty slot in his camera. He tapped his finger on the power button and a faint clicking noise edged the camera into function; the lens adjusted and the digital screen began to brighten. A moment later a message popped up: Format memory card? YES | NO. Max flicked the pivot switch and highlighted the YES option, but he hesitated before confirming his selection. He flicked back the switch and highlighted NO and refused the camera permission to delete any content that may be lurking on the memory card.

Lazy eyes became faintly curious as Max flicked through the two pictures that the memory card played host to. He was not immediately concerned, yet he couldn't deny the fact that the two pictures (the second in particular) unsettled him slightly. Both pictures seemed as if they were taken in a hurry - they were both of what appeared to be pages in a notebook. Max squinted as he tried to decipher what the words said but his minimal English didn't permit it.

He huffed in confusion and walked to the living room and quickly held the camera out to Nicki. More curious than anything he asked, 'Do you know what this says? It's English.'

Image 1

TRANSLATION: I didn't, cant's deny it | Do iT | THE houSe WAtches I know I Saw it Zampano is telling the truth | Like he said It Drove him CRAzy The HouSE is the CREATION of EVIL I musT kill the thith if i must houSe |

Image 2

TRANSLATION: HELP | THUMPE...| SHe THOughe of THISS | THis is not FOR YOU | THE HOUSE AVO I D | Must record |

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

Perfect!

At this point, as we've all posted, don't feel you have to wait for everyone to post before submitting another. If you have material to work on and feel like you're ready to post again (even if one or two haven't posted for a round) then feel free!

Excellent posts :D