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Here's Sam! Tell me if there's anything I need to change with her.

I think I'm going to create a character with the champion Shyvana. :)
Okay, thank you! Oh, man I am so excited. I need to figure out who I want as my champ though.
I so want to be in this. I'm still trying to figure what character I'd want though.
Why isn't anyone posting? Is everyone busy/on vacation or are we all not sure what to write next?
Nicki watched as turmoil ensued and all of the different characters in the room took on different stances on the subject. She looked in shock as Adrian lumbered into the room with a dangerous looking baseball bat. Normally the man was a big teddy bear to her, despite his very clear masculinity, but now he more resembled a rhinoceros ready to charge. As the big guy made his way past her she could only say, "Uhm... Adrian? Is that necessary?" It was just a room after all. She didn't have a clue as to how it could have gotten there, but a room was just four walls and maybe some windows. Nothing to get a baseball out for. Still, that loud noise earlier had been pretty scary. Maybe some protection was a good idea... Still, Adrian said in a deep, final voice that he wanted the door open. It was weird the was that Adrian had just changed like this, she'd never seen him this vicious looking.

So, Nicki had started her hand toward the doorknob, almost as if it had been compelling her hand to touch it, like a positive magnet to a negative one. Her eyes were transfixed on it until her hand was forcibly pulled away by Max. She delicate woman didn't appreciate this physical action and exclaimed, "Hey! Let go! You don't have to grab me!" The woman said this with a lot of irritated inflections, her voice's pitch jerking up and down. She shot Max a glare, making a conscious note that he could have easily broken one of her nails just then. Nicki responded to Max's warning with a force. "You don't think we should go in because it feels like one of your dreams? What are you, fucking ten?" The blonde's head cocked to the side aggressively, as if she was challenging him. She heard the bit about how he wasn't dreaming and that it was real and he didn't know what to do. Max seemed really upset about the whole thing. She drew back a bit, filling her voice with sympathy in addition to her irritation. "Jesus, Max, you should really figure out that dreams aren't real before you go psycho or something."

Linus broke in with his stuttering mess. Honestly, it wasn't even worth listening through the extra five seconds it took for him to voice his opinion. Linus was a nice guy, don't get her wrong, but whenever he opened up his mouth, Nicki wished that she could click a fast forward button so that she could just get the point of what he was saying. Once the stutterer was finally finished with his cowardly reply, Nicki offered. "Well, I really don't think that's an option. Ignoring it won't make it go away and we'll have to look at it eventually." She thought to herself how silly it would be if they didn't check it out. What would they do if they all decided to not live in the flat anymore? Would they just have people tour the house and tell them 'Oh! Just ignore that room. We never opened it and we don't think anyone ever should.' It was ridiculous to think that they could just let it pass.

Allan then asked whether the door should be opened, to which Nicki said in a burst, "Yes! Just open it already. The quicker we get this done, the quicker I can go back to sleep."
Nicole heard the rumble as it first began to start and she had answered it back with a groan. She was not happy about this annoyance. She looked at the clock as the sound began to grow a bit more. It was 4:22. She had been awake just two hours before and now she was being woken up again? This was fucking ridiculous. All this time the blonde had assumed maybe it was some construction outside, but as the sound began to more closely resemble a passing train, this thought was dashed aside. Her eyes began darting around the dark room in a panic and she had her covers all the way up to her neck. This was only temporary as the sound grew to a level that was unmanageable. To her it was like when a mic malfunctioned at a concert, but a lot lower and it lasted for much longer. The woman plunged her head under her pillow and pressed it into her ears in an attempt to block out the noise, but it had made little difference. If it wasn't the sound, it was the vibrations that shook her body to a point that it almost hurt. She screamed from under the pillow in fright as it went on, she didn't know why, but she couldn't stop. And then it went silent. In the silence her muffled scream whimpered through the silence of the building.

Her death grip slowly loosened on the pillow and she shakily lifted herself out of bed and made a beeline to the bathroom, shut, and locked it. Nicki began with a sense of urgency to put her makeup on. She knew she had to see her flat mates about this, they were surly awake now, but they had never seen her without her makeup and she was going to make damn sure that this wasn't that day. In about five minutes, her expert hands had managed to put on some concealer (to make her face flawless), some heavy amounts of mascara, some dark grey shading of eyeshadow along the crease of her eye, and some classy red lipstick. She dug through her hamper until she found some black skinny pants and a white long sleeve shirt and added a black waist belt to make it a little more presentable. She added her black pumps and she decided that she was finally ready to confront the group.

Instead of finding them in their rooms, they were all in the living room. She walked in, without looking at the surroundings, and said, "Hey, guys, was that an earthquake or tornado or..." Her shrill voice trailed off when her eyes met the door that they were all focused on. Her painted eyelids blinked back a few times before she said, "Uhm... guys? Why is there a new door in our living room?!" The blonde said, the octave of her voice going higher as she went on. No one answered her back. They were all focused on the door. She drew herself closer as Allan touched the door. He asked whether they should open it. Nicki looked at the door and narrowed her eyes a little. The door in that moment became something new, something interesting, and something to investigate. She was always pretty adventurous, "Why not? It's just a door. Besides, we'll have to look at it eventually because it's right in the middle of our flat."
September 4th, 2015: 5:40 PM

Max didn't seem terribly satisfied with her translation of the word 'house', and so proceeded to enlist the knowledge of the internet to fill in the gaps. Nicki didn't see the point at all. I mean, come on, he was trying to figure out some hidden meaning behind the word 'house' for Pete's sake! It was silly. A house is a house is a house, and that was it and there was no more information to be gleamed from it. Nicki saw this all as some very sad attempt to keep the ruse going, but Nicki wasn't stupid and refused to go along with it. So, it was about at this point that Nicki checked out of the conversation and had only the barest interest in the rest that was going on.

Yes, she lost interest in the conversation, but her interest was caught by something else. The petite blonde felt a heavy, warm grip on a shoulder. It was pleasant, like a heavy heat pack being placed on a area of tenseness and stress. It even increased in pressure and massaged lightly, like a tease. Oh, she knew who it was. This was undoubtably Adrian, the hunk of the flat. He was handsome and she didn't mind throwing a flirt now and then, but he always struck her as the quiet type and that just didn't jell with Nicki's loud attitude. Thus, she tended to see him as a big teddy bear because he was not only a big guy, but she was sure he had a big heart as well. When he went and sat down she offered him a smile, a gesture of thanks for the momentary shoulder grip, and a playful wink just to tease him right back. Nicki kept her extravagantly painted eyes on him for a little while before becoming distracted by the mousy stutterer who had inched his way into the room.

Linus seemed to be concerning himself with the obvious prank, even muttering some kinda nonsense about insanity. Meh. The little medical man was always rather gullible and looked to much into things, but hey, he was fun to mess with. In fact, if there hadn't been other people conversing she would have taken no time in asking him, 'Where's your blanket, Linus?' She had never quite gotten over the thought that Linus reminded her every time about the character from Charlie Brown.

Lastly, Taisto made himself uncomfortably known by giving a monologue about some dark dream he had. Nicki only picked up on a few things like fire filling the sky and the dark queen he was always going on about. Yeah, this was another conversation she didn't really care about at all. The whole interaction seemed kinda pointless and she only wished they would all go away and leave her to her sketch, which had been turning into a masterpiece before she had been so rudely interrupted. Still, once the man was done telling his dull tale she offered only a single comment to sum up her compelling opinion of the unconscious phenomenon, "Yeah, umm... that's kinda fucked up." Nicole added a forced giggle to turn the whole thing into a joke.

September 5th, 2015: 2:45 AM

Nicole was awakened in the night by a scream from down the hall. At first her heart pounded in her chest from fright and her eyes began to scrape and grope at the dark room for answers as to what had caused the fright. After a long moment of looking into the blackness she felt around her bedside table for her lamp and then by extension, her lamp switch. Once she found it, she turned it on, expelling the dark. Now with the comfort of light she managed a few deep breaths as she processed what it could have been.

It took her a little bit before she pieced together that it was probably one of her flatmates having a nightmare. It seemed like many of them were all having night terrors lately. Even if they didn't say so she could tell. Nicki was particularly attentive to the look of dark circles and bags under peoples eyes, especially her own. Yes, many of her roommates had these deep and weary features.

For a moment she considered investigating and comforting whomever it was who experienced the fright, but after a second of thought she decided she just didn't feel like it. Nicki wasn't really a nurturing type and thus decided to choose beauty sleep over helping whoever was afraid. So, with that she switched off the light switch and closed her eyes tightly and forced herself back to sleep.
September 4th, 2015: 5:35 PM

Nicki hoped that Max would reply to her accusation of a prank with a little bit more liveliness and vehemently refuse to make it worth the while something like, 'It's not a prank I swear! This is serious!' Unfortunately to her he only dryly claimed that he had gotten the SD card second hand. To this she murmured, "Yeah, sure. Likely story, Max." with sarcasm dripping from her glossy lips. It was after this that he began teasing her and talking about how this was like a horror movie or something. She liked the jest, it was funny, but she wanted to maintain her stubbornness in not liking him. "Hey, that's not funny!" Nicki said, but she wasn't good at keeping the hint of playfulness out of her voice.

When Taisto came in, still smelling of the liquor from the night before she giggled a little when he talked about the oddness of the 'house killing' bit. When announced his desire to be held back from making future bad decisions she had replied, "Oh, come on! I won't stop you. It's like watching a wreck in progress and stopping you would take away all the fun!" She injected a piercing giggle after this.

Then Max inquired what 'house', which sounded like 'howse', meant and Nicki was confused. Had she really said that word in English? Hm... she didn't know, so she explained what house meant in Swedish. However, she didn't say this without before giving a strong huff, as if to say that it took all of her energy to stubbornly divulge this information. "Well... I don't know, it's a house! A place where you live. You know, like, this is a house." Nicole said this as she waved her arm around, signifying the structure that they were in.
September 4th, 2015: 5:35 PM

At this point in the day she had long gotten over her indecision regarding the ginger and marigold pieces. Ah, what a fool she had been! The right decision had been clear from the start and had been right in her face the entire time. The color and pattern that she truly needed was a turquoise chevron. Yes, it had been the perfect fabric all along and she hadn't even known it.

Thus, now she was onto sketching the outfit and she was going for a kinda fall smolder look: dark, but not slutty or gothic. Nicki avidly swiped her pencil across the page and was putting a great deal of detail into the design, making variations across the page. Even tiny notes could be seen that pointed to the different pieces regarding fabric type, cost, etc. To her pleasant surprise it was all coming along nicely and she saw that it had the potential to be one of her greatest works so far.

However, her engrossed mindset was interrupted by Max who had thrust a camera in her face. If it was him asking whether his photography looked good or something she wasn't going to be happy. Nicki didn't appreciate is complexity and kinda found the work grungy. She always offered to put his work through Photoshop to make it brighter and fix blemishes to make it look nicer, maybe add a few filters... but he always refused. He did not ask for that, however, and instead requested her to read something in English on the camera. The blonde smiled with her pearly white teeth, feeling very important that she was so needed. "Sure, no problem!" She said with enthusiasm.

As her blue eyes squinted at the photo, her enthusiasm seemed to ebb away. It was rubbish. Even though she read fluent English it was still difficult to make anything out, but what she did make out was really disturbing and sent a chill down her spine. After a long moment she looked back up at Max and said, "Uhm... well the first page is a bit hard to read, but this is what I can see." She paused and looked at the scrawled mess on the screen. "Didn't... uh.. cunt's deny it." She shrugged and blushed guiltily, "I'm just reading what I'm seeing..." She began again, this time her voice going up a little bit over the next few bits. "The house watches, and then WATCHES in big letters... know I saw it... Zampino is telling the..." She paused, it looked like kat, she knew that wasn't right so she settled for, "... something. The rest is pretty clear." Her voice kinda tensed as she went over the next words. "Like he said it drove him crazy. The house is the creation of EVIL." Nicole paused and squinted further and sighed. "The rest says something about how he must kill ... the house?"

The blonde passed her long, delicate fingers through her curls a bit, a nervous habit that she had of messing with her hair. She then pressed the arrow on to the next page and she squinted again. "Well, the drawing is of either a creepy ass house or a weird microwave and it says 'HELP, thump or thumping, she thought of this, and THE HOUSE AVOID." She paused a little longer and she realized that her hands were shaking. "That's it."

Nicole took a moment looking at Max and her eyes narrowed slightly as if she finally had come to a conclusion. "Max, if you're trying to play a scary prank on me, I swear..." She seemed now resolved that it was a prank and she laughed, before turning her voice to ice. "Well, it's not funny. However, I do give you props for going to the effort of learning to write in English, you jerk wad." With this she thrust the camera back at Max. Nicki, turned her attention quickly back to the sketch in an attempt to let Max know that the gag hadn't phased her.
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