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sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-03-09 08:40 pm
sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2011-03-09 08:40 pm
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One accidental video by two deliberate Philips [15/??? artefacts collected]
First floor, room somethingorother. This is a boring feed. There's the sound of furniture being moved in the background, but all that's visible is a wooden door. For a moment it sounded like there was a knock on it, but that was probably just the background noise. Really, it doesn't look like anything will be happening here anytime soon. Honestly, better change the channel to something moreOHGODPICKAXE!!!
[ With a crack the wood splinters, a narrow metal head bursting through it. After a moment it dislodges and after another the axe comes crashing through again, making the crack wider. Somebody is behind that door, but their identity remains yet unknown.
Enter Philip, slowly shoving a heavy bookcase in front of the door. Once he's got the exit completely covered he disappears again and returns to follow up with a dresser, a table and several chairs.
Once the entire barricade is in place he sways back and lets himself fall against a wall, sinking to the floor while gasping for air.
He flinches as the barricade rattles and shakes.
Once. Twice. Three times.
Then silence.
Philip pauses, hesitates and finally breathes a sigh of relief.
Silence.
Suddenly a creaking noise, coming from the closet further back in the room.
Philip swallows and hesitates before slowly getting up to investigate, circling the closet doors at a good distance until he is able to see inside.
And once he does his eyes widen instantly and he takes a few panicked steps back. ]
No! N-no...
[ He shakes his head frantically. ]
How d-- How did you...?
[ The door creaks open a little further, revealing to the camera a perfect copy of Philip.
Not somebody similar, no. Not a sloppy copy with different clothes, perhaps an air that is more or less refined. Not somebody with a different voice or even a different accent.
Not somebody slightly younger or slightly older either, not even somebody who has at least the decency to wear an interesting hat or perhaps have pitch black demon eyes or set himself apart from the original in any way.
No, this guy here might as well be Philip's reflection. If Philip was currently holding a pickaxe that is... ]
The lesson here is that you can lock away your problems as much as you like, they are only going to find a way around eventually.
[ The shadow smiles and advances towards Philip. ]
Take for instance our dearest and most trusted companion Clarence--
I don't want to hear it! [ The original interrupts, takes another step back and looks over his shoulder. Then he turns around and jumps through the open window.
His remaining double only shakes his head and calls after him: ]
Denial is not just an anagram of your best friend, Philip!
[ After a moment's pause the shadow shoulders his axe and gives chase. ]
[[OOC: ICly cut for length. Philip will answer video and audio with a slight IC delay while being chased. Both Philips can be found outside the mansion for action interaction.]]
[ With a crack the wood splinters, a narrow metal head bursting through it. After a moment it dislodges and after another the axe comes crashing through again, making the crack wider. Somebody is behind that door, but their identity remains yet unknown.
Enter Philip, slowly shoving a heavy bookcase in front of the door. Once he's got the exit completely covered he disappears again and returns to follow up with a dresser, a table and several chairs.
Once the entire barricade is in place he sways back and lets himself fall against a wall, sinking to the floor while gasping for air.
He flinches as the barricade rattles and shakes.
Once. Twice. Three times.
Then silence.
Philip pauses, hesitates and finally breathes a sigh of relief.
Silence.
Suddenly a creaking noise, coming from the closet further back in the room.
Philip swallows and hesitates before slowly getting up to investigate, circling the closet doors at a good distance until he is able to see inside.
And once he does his eyes widen instantly and he takes a few panicked steps back. ]
No! N-no...
[ He shakes his head frantically. ]
How d-- How did you...?
[ The door creaks open a little further, revealing to the camera a perfect copy of Philip.
Not somebody similar, no. Not a sloppy copy with different clothes, perhaps an air that is more or less refined. Not somebody with a different voice or even a different accent.
Not somebody slightly younger or slightly older either, not even somebody who has at least the decency to wear an interesting hat or perhaps have pitch black demon eyes or set himself apart from the original in any way.
No, this guy here might as well be Philip's reflection. If Philip was currently holding a pickaxe that is... ]
The lesson here is that you can lock away your problems as much as you like, they are only going to find a way around eventually.
[ The shadow smiles and advances towards Philip. ]
Take for instance our dearest and most trusted companion Clarence--
I don't want to hear it! [ The original interrupts, takes another step back and looks over his shoulder. Then he turns around and jumps through the open window.
His remaining double only shakes his head and calls after him: ]
Denial is not just an anagram of your best friend, Philip!
[ After a moment's pause the shadow shoulders his axe and gives chase. ]
[[OOC: ICly cut for length. Philip will answer video and audio with a slight IC delay while being chased. Both Philips can be found outside the mansion for action interaction.]]
[voice]
[voice]
I--
Is that you talking there? I recognise my voice, I think you really need to stop using it! This would be a great moment to call you monkey, but I think neither of us are still human enough to make that comparison fly~
I do!
...I... I do. I'm... in the labyrinth, please--
There you are!
[ Annnd there goes the transmission. ]