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Pripyat: 01 - Elizabeth

[As soon as she'd opened her eyes, she'd known something was very wrong. Elizabeth hadn't woken up in the cell she'd been locked in in the Manor, but instead, a dim, unfamilliar room. After looking through the room and soon the apartment, she realized that, not only was she no longer in the Manor, but no longer in the same country as the Manor. The language in the books and around the apartment block was not one she recognised. As she found her way outside, she noticed how completely and utterly silent it was. It was apparent that, unlike some of the other places the Author had sent them, the residents were not together for this event. As happy as she was to be out of the make shift cell, this place seemed...dead. Even the air was still.

As she makes her way down the road, Elizabeth notices that, not only are there no people, but no wildlife. She wasn't going to lie, the quiet was starting to get to her. It was't the same as waking up in the middle of the night; at least when that happened, she knew that there were other people around her. Here, however, she couldn't be certain of that. And that worried her more than she thought it would. Glancing around her, she picks up her pace, hoping that she'd find Ichabod, or her father, or anyone else from the Manor at that.]

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[Ichabod had woken up in the middle of what appears to be a field only lifeless and dusty. He picks himself up and dusts himself off. His first thought was on Elizabeth. He urgently moved out of the field and headed toward the road. At least here, he had a chance in spotting her should she be on the same road. He had to hope and at least try.

The silence was eerie enough to make his blood run cold.]

Elizabeth!

[Elizabeth stops when she hears his voice, but she couldn't determine where his voice was coming from. She stops]

Where are you..??

[The loudness of her own voice startled her slightly, and she now felt rather exposed, as if responding to him gave away her whereabouts to whoever, or whatever, else may have been in the city with them.]

Stay where you are!

[He began running toward the sound of her voice. He hoped he was right in the choice of direction and allowed himself to run at full pace. His pistol was strapped to his side as well as the powder and shot on his belt.]

[For once she actually does as she's told without hesitation, although she's now sure of which direction he's coming from. While she waited for him, she wrapped her arms around herself, glancing around at her surroundings. It was like a ghost town...completely dead]

[It didn't take long for him to find her. The death and decay that surrounded him seemed very familiar to him since Sleepy Hollow. He dreaded the worse and prepared himself for it.

The moment he saw her, he immediately sprinted and wrapped his arms around her in a protective way, drawing his pistol with his eyes looking everywhere.]

Let us find shelter. The quicker we are out of here the sooner we can rest and sort out this dilemma.

[When he appeared around a corner and approached her, she knew that she'd never been happier to see him. When he embraced her, she wound her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly; she hadn't seen him for what seemed like months, but had only actually been little over a week. Needless to say, she had missed him dearly]

Yes, this place is awful - I've seen nothing else alive thus far

[He kept his pistol to his side and kept Elizabeth close. Even he had to admit that the part of him longed to see her again while the other loathed Mello. Still, this was not the time for revenge and he wasn't a vengeful person despite his personal feelings on the matter they both had faced.]

It is though not entirely hopeless. We will survive.

[She was just happy to have someone with her; however, the idea of finding a place to stay took priority over this. Taking his hand..]

I know; come on, we should get off of the road..where do you propose we stay? I woke up in what seemed to be a bedroom..but it, everything in it, belonged to someone else - a family..

[He followed her since he woke up in a field.]

You have better knowledge than I. We shall go to the place where you woke up since it is the last know place that seemed at least hospitable, yes?

[She nods, and tries to remember the way back to the particular apartment block she awoke in. Since all the buildings look identical, after a little while she just guesses, and goes to open one of the front doors nearest to them. When it just swings open, she takes a cautious step in, and looks for a flight of stairs

They're apparently all the same on the inside as the outside..this plce should be good as any.

[Letting go of his hand, she rounds a corner nearby, and turns back]

Here - I came down a set of stairs just like these - the rooms are up there

Ah.

[He followed her up the stairs. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on other than the Author decided to throw them in a world they were unfamiliar with only this time it wasn't like the island.]

I trust you.

[He takes mental notes of the surrounding area should they be separated, which is unlikely but it can happen, so he can return here if necessary.

He reached for her hand gently with a concerned expression.]

I'm not one to dredge up the past often though I would like to talk to you about Mello. I'm sorry I came to you late.

[He lowered his gaze and thought it was better that they stayed together here than apart.]

I have made a promise to be there for you though I have failed now twice.

[When he takes her hand she stops, and turns to face him. Mello had been the furthest thing from her mind until he'd brought it up, but she didn't mind that he had]

It's not your fault; you couldn't have predicted how he would act. I don't blame you for anything, and therefore you shouldn't be pulling that face

[She says this with a smile as she reaches out and tilts his face back up]

Besides, it looks as if in this place, we'll have to be there for each other; who knows what the Author still has in mind.

[He smiles genuinely. Seeing her and how she's strong to move on gave him the strength he needed to put the incident behind him. No sense in letting it get them down especially when the Author was pitting them in an unknown situation.]

Then I shall not dwell.

[It was more of a reassurance on his part that he's wanting to move forward. He continued to follow her up the stairs.]

This place....remember when you asked me about my world and what it looked like?

Yes - why? Is this similar to where you lived?

[As they reach the top of the stairs, Elizabeth stops. The long corridor before them was certainly enough to give anyone the creeps; it was completely silent, with very little light, each identical door giving off a dead, omnious air. She proceeded the next few steps with more child like caution than before]

..I suppose if any of the doors will open, any of these rooms should suffice..

[Ichabod takes the lead this time. He's used to this type of surrounding considering the world he was from. He pulls out his pistol and tries the first door on his right.]

The world I came from was a desolate place. The atmosphere was dark and foggy most times. The supernatural was natural.

[His hand subconsciously rubbed his left shoulder where he was stabbed by the Horseman. He hoped that she wouldn't have to see it. Thankfully the black tendrils hadn't spread since Elizabeth was grounding him and helped him keep his curse in line.]

This place is what Sleepy Hollow became after the Horseman crossed the bridge. No one wanted to stay.

[After seeing his sudden confidence (and the weapon) Elizanbeth felt a little more at ease. While he went to the right, she tries the first on the left, and jumps a little when the door simply swings open with a creak]

This one's open..

[At his description of Sleepy Hollow, her eyes widen a little]

Like this place? I'm not surprised people left..

[He turns around to face Elizabeth and turns his attention to the door. Being the first to step in, the first thing that he notices are the pictures and all of the belongings still in tact with a light coating of dust. He stepped through and determined that it was safe after checking the closets and under things, he was satisfied that it was safe.]

True.

[He moves around the apartment and his arm began to ache. His voice drops to a whisper.]

So many memories.....

[She had been right; even though this wasn't the room she was woken up in, the layout was identical. As she let the door close behind her, Elizabeth also looked around the apartment, the sheer stillness of everything making it seem like time had simply stopped. She jumps back a little in surprise when, after treading on something, a high pitched voice rings out, breaking the silence. Moving back, Elizabeth moves her dress out of the way to reveal a childs doll. Kneeling down slwoly, she picks it up; it was new, or at least it had been before this place became a ghost town]

..what happened here..

[Ichabod whips around quickly and moves toward Elizabeth's side in a hurry. Once he sees the doll, he stops and regards it carefully. He slowly shakes his head.]

I am uncertain. It is as if...the people simply vanished...without a trace.

[He inhales deeply and his exhale was shaky. It wasn't fear. It was sympathy he felt. He turned his palms up and the small holes began to bleed.]

Something terrible has happened here.

[He looks over his shoulder at the pictures on the wall of a small family with a toddler and an infant.]

As if...they were forced to leave.

[She straightens up, still holding the doll in her hands. The thought of people being forced out of their homes was bad enough, but when it involved children, the situation became a lot darker. However, when she see's Ichabod's hands, she puts it to the side and takes his hands gently in hers, being careful not to touch his palms]

You're bleeding! Are you alright..?

[He nods and closes his eyes. His jaw tightens. Everything that he felt from his own past came back. Only this time, he didn't see his mother, he saw entire families. Their faces were blurred and the voices were barely audible in his mind.]

I'm fine.

[His eyes snapped open with a gasp when he heard the sirens.]

The sound....it was deafening....as if it was meant to warn....what happened here.

[She looks at him, trying to get a read on what he's saying]

I don't understand, I don't hear anything - what sirens..?

[In all honesty he was scaring her a little, with his hands bleeding and the way he was speaking. She tried to look him in the eyes, but he seemed..vacant, as if he was looking at something only he could see]

[His eyes rolled to the back of his head. The psychic pressure was too much for him to contain and the passing of energy overwhelmed him to the point that he started to shake before he dropped completely.]

Ichabod-!

[She reached out and grabbed him as he started to fall, trying to make sure he didn't hurt himself as he fell. Kneeling down next to him, Elizabeth started to panic a little; she had no idea what was wrong with him nor what she should do..]

Ichabod, can you hear me..?? Please, I don't know what's wrong..

[Hearing her calling his name, his mind was pulling out of the fog and his eyes snapped open. He sat up and looked at Elizabeth as he looked around in confusion.]

What- why are we on the floor?

[It was as if nothing had changed or anything has happened. He can't recall a single moment of it as he looks at his hands and sighs with a click of his tongue.]

I seem to have hurt my hands again....ugh.

[He looks at Elizabeth and gives a sheepish grin.]

Could you please reach into my breast pocket to grab my handkerchief? I wish not to get any on your person.

[He notices her panic and sits up slowly.]

Is something the matter, darling?

[When he suddenly comes to, Elizabeth was both relieved and surprised. She goes forward and hugs him tightly, not caring if she got blood on her or not]

You..fell - You started talking about a deafening sound, and then you started to shake, and fell

[Pulling away, she then did as he asked, and retrieved his handkerchief, pressing it gently into his palm]

I'm sorry - I didn't know what to do for you..I panicked

Oh.

[He seems lost in his thoughts for a moment as he tries to process it. He clears his throat and looks to her, searching her face for any indication of fear about him.

His good hand gently lifts her chin while his thumb on his bad hand lightly caresses her pressing hand.]

I'm glad that you are here. I know very little of what has happened yet I am certain that this place will plague my dreams until an answer is found. I troubled you when I should not have. The fault is my own.

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[She smiles softly, relieved that he was alright. But, she was also curious as to what had just happened]

It's no one's fault, but..may I ask..what happened? With your hands, and what you were saying before you fell

[His breath was hitched. He wasn't sure hot to respond to that. He's had haunting dreams before but never anything that intense where it rips his wake self out of reality.]

My hands...they were like this from the time my mother was killed and every now and again, they bleed when something terrible has happened in my sleep. This is the first time that I have encountered the bleeding during the day and conscious.

[His brow furrowed as he tried to piece it all together without frightening her.]

[Her eyes grew wide, but not from fear]

I've never heard of anything like that before..so, you're suggesting that, like we thought, this place has a damned past..?

Judging by the physical evidence, yes. Still we know not the actual causes of this damnation.

[He moves to stand up slowly and helps Elizabeth to her feet.]

[As they stand, she glances around the apartment]

How would we begin to find out? Nothing seems out of place, other than the lack of life. Even on the outside, everything simply looks like time just stopped..

[She looks back at him.]

I suggest we investigate, now that we know that there is both food and good shelter are availible

[He smiles and nods.]

Agreed.

[He didn't want to part from her but in order to understand the world around them a little better, it was best to go about the day in a more productive way. He moves to stand up.]

I feel better now and yes, an investigation is best in this circumstance.

Alright; shall we..?

[Moving past him, she opens the door again, and gestures out into the corridor]

If we're going to do this, we may as well do so while it's still light out

[Yeah, she's not going to wander too far out of his sight ^_^;; ]

[As she moved toward the door, his brow lifted. The more they spent time together, the more they started to act alike in some strange way. He internally shrugs and follows her.]

My thoughts exactly.

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Pripyat: 01 - Elizabeth

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Heya! Sorry for the delay - getting new icons for Lizzie~

Ooh!! I'm still working on cleaning up Jack's. It's a slow process.

But it'll be worth it in the end~

Yeppers!!

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After re-reading these tags, I just realized how Ichabod-esque she just sounded >_>;;

LMAO They're rubbing off on each other. XD