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Charles' Heart
I don't belong here . . .
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I don't belong here . . .
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[ It’s an amalgamation of a team room, mostly in red and brown, complete with a couch, a small kitchen, a chest of drawers and a mirror with broken shards slotted inside. There are a few tins of paint lying in the middle and you can see why. The room is falling apart, all the patches of red rotted away or completely faded. The brown parts seem to be fine though. ]
[he blinks a bit, trying to get his bearings from the sudden relocation. but, he knows these colours, and he has a sinking feeling he knows what they mean.]
This is...
This is...
[it sure does. he surveys the flaking paint for a moment, before going to get a closer look at the mirror.]
Hank... this is probably Charles. His heart. I've been in a game like this before.
We'll have to be careful.
[...oh, oh, it's this kind of thing again, maybe.
He...kind of has an idea of what these colors mean. And is frowning at fact that the red spots are...well, the way they are.
Since he feels like he should be...looking for something? He's gonna wander around, maybe poke around the chest of drawers.]
He...kind of has an idea of what these colors mean. And is frowning at fact that the red spots are...well, the way they are.
Since he feels like he should be...looking for something? He's gonna wander around, maybe poke around the chest of drawers.]
[peering closer - is it his reflection?]
Ampere. I suspect this is similar to a game I've been in before.
[nodding]
I suspect the same. Last time it was Liter, for me.
I suspect the same. Last time it was Liter, for me.
Edited 2015-01-18 02:11 (UTC)
Mm. This shade of brown, though. This is Fawn's colour. So this room is related to his teams.
I've been in my teammate's too. Star. This has to be Charles... these colours are those of the teams he's been on.
[pretty much just choosing one at random, and - carefully! - working it open]
[that startles him, and he jerks back a little. but then he crouches, and reaches out a finger to lightly touch one of the shards where Charles is laughing.]
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