Wish I could hideaway

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:28 pm

"What do you mean?" she asks, tilting her head questioningly which looks a little odd with one third of it seemingly missing.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:30 pm

"We're all compromised, one way or another, aye?" She was avoiding turning around to look at Nailah.

by **Steve Jones** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:34 pm

"We can't be afraid of ourselves and hope to ever get out of here."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:35 pm

"He's right. And... well maybe I took a shortcut to get there, but he's right."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:36 pm

"I'm just saying, an extra set of eyes could help."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:44 pm

"Right, I get it."

by **Steve Jones** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:51 pm

"Whose extra eyes?" Steve asked.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 5:53 pm

"I was... thinking Miss Weaver."

...because she at least knows I might have killed someone.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 6:13 pm

"Well maybe take a look at what you can expect then." she says, trying to be encouraging.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 6:18 pm

She winced, but finally went to turn around.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 6:24 pm

Nailah's head is, well, open. Inside are various figures and buildings. Here and there are spots that seem a little empty, sometimes outlines of shapes are visible that hint at what used to be there. One that would probably come to Sam's attention is the shape with red on it's head and the same colour on it's hands and the implement it's holding. The area around it is mostly empty, just a dark shadow hanging around, as well as a representation of Sam as she is now, looking very disapprovingly at the partial memory.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 6:26 pm

She stared perhaps a bit too long at the representation of herself, finally closing her eyes tight and turning away.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 6:30 pm

"It doesn't look like they did anything but take things out. Those are the only spots that seem off." she says, looking around a bit more herself but eventually closing her head again.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 6:33 pm

"I... I... suppose so," she mumbled.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 6:44 pm

"Would you mind waiting in the bathroom for a moment then?" she asks Steve.

by **Steve Jones** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 7:56 pm

"Alright," he nodded, getting up and giving them their privacy.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 7:57 pm

She sighed.

"I know I'm being... unreasonable. After all... he saw."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:24 pm

"No you're not. He just so happened to find me with my head already open."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:25 pm

"...aye. Well, let's get it over with."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:28 pm

She nods and sits down next to Sam, key in hand. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt or anything." she says, pushing the key into the back of Sam's neck and turning it.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:31 pm

She tensed at the closeness, but forced herself to remain still for it.

by **Narrator** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:38 pm

It was... meticulous, inside. Or at the least, it looked like someone tried to tidy up regularly, but that a few things had fallen by the wayside quite recently. Ideally it would have been a well-kept bedroom, the bed fastidiously made, everything in its place on a vanity nearby, and all the drawers closed on a dresser.

It wasn't.

A hairbrush was left out on the vanity, a few long red stray hairs still in its bristles, as if set aside from brushing worriedly. A few drawers on the dresser were ajar, and likewise the closet door was slightly ajar.

The bed was unmade, as if left in a hurry.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:45 pm

"Well that looks a little rustled but... I think you have good reason to be, no?" she smiles a bit weakly.

That was probably putting it lightly. Inside the miniature bedroom a miniature Sam was running around from here to there, trying to fix things up, but the closet door would always swing open slightly after she closed it, the drawer wouldn't quite close as if something had gotten jammed inside and so on.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:48 pm

"I don't... really understand what this means, Miss Weaver."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:54 pm

"I'm not sure... But I think there's some things that you don't want in your head yourself. Or at least out of sight."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:55 pm

"Well I think you know by now I'm... a private individual."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:01 pm

She nods. "It's a little aggravating in it's own, strangely familiar way... But I already knew that, I guess, even if I don't quite remember how I know you."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:02 pm

"Even if... we knew each other under less than pleasant circumstances."

by **Narrator** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:04 pm

A little blood runs down from the partially opened closet-door.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:09 pm

"What... what just happened there?"

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:11 pm

"I... I don't know but you were thinking about the circumstances of how we knew each other, right?"

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:12 pm

"...aye. And... I'm not sure I want to talk about that..."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:15 pm

"You can't just try to ignore that forever..."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:16 pm

"You... you are seeing what I am... aren't you?"

by **Narrator** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:18 pm

The little Sam runs over to the closet and pushes against the door hard.

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:18 pm

"Yeah but... pretending nothing happened doesn't mean it didn't. What-whatever it was."

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:19 pm

"Then.... then you open it. I..."

"...I can't bear to."

by **Nailah Weaver** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:24 pm

"O-okay..." she says and carefully reaches inside and carefully pulling the closet open against LIttleSam's best efforts.

More blood runs down from the closet and a moment later a miniature Nailah tumbles out of it, smeared with blood, and falls to the floor.

by **Samantha McManus** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:25 pm

"Wh-what?!"

She blinked in shock, her mouth hanging open.

by **Narrator** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 9:29 pm

The miniature Nailah opens her eyes and looks around, panicked. She pushes herself backwards on the floor, out of the puddle of blood on the floor and into one of the corners of the room.

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