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theianights2017-09-06 01:36 pm
shadedacrimony) wrote in theianights2017-09-06 01:36 pm
1st beat ♡ video;
[The time is approximately 6 AM. A time where most people are either asleep, waking up to get a hella early start on the day or somewhere in between. A fact that one boy has taken into very careful consideration after days of scoping out the place in daylight hours and debating what to do over the whole party gone to hell. And this? This is his answer.
The sound of an air horn blaring loud enough that any remnants of creatures outside on the streets are drawn to the doors of #1013 and certainly enough to wake up anyone who was having a peaceful or fretful rest.]
It seems I've gotten your attention, good.
[Sitting on the sill of his second story bedroom window is a teenager with a shit eating grin on his face and two makeshift ropes fashioned into lassos in his hands.]
By now we all know that these creepy crawlies only come out at night, but the question here is why. Well good fucking morning to you, we're about to find out.
[As the sun is slowly rising, the creatures around the house begin to flee. Another blow of the air horn causes a few of them to pause, but that small window of opportunity is all the time Hal needs to throw out his lassos and capture two of the retreating creatures.]
Alri-FUCK
[It's with a sudden jerk the mirror is dropped out the window and the feed switches to the one hanging up in his room, just in time to see Hal hanging halfway out his window in a desperate attempt to keep hold of the ropes restraining the struggling, screeching abominations.]
Shit, no, okay I got this. God dammit.
[The video flickers back to the dropped mirror, just in time to show the sun rising high enough to hit the creatures doing their damnedest to claw and bite at the ropes restraining them, until finally with one harsh tug they manage to yank Hal out of his window and escape.
But they weren't fast enough. The thud and groan of Hal landing ass first next to the mirror aside, it captures how both monsters seem to erupt into a fit of boils, catch fire, and burst, turning into messy piles of liquid, pieces, and dust.]
Welp.
[The voice coming from just off to the side of the mirror seems strained with poorly concealed pain, not even bothering to pick up the mirror to change the direction of the video feed.]
Now we know.
The sound of an air horn blaring loud enough that any remnants of creatures outside on the streets are drawn to the doors of #1013 and certainly enough to wake up anyone who was having a peaceful or fretful rest.]
It seems I've gotten your attention, good.
[Sitting on the sill of his second story bedroom window is a teenager with a shit eating grin on his face and two makeshift ropes fashioned into lassos in his hands.]
By now we all know that these creepy crawlies only come out at night, but the question here is why. Well good fucking morning to you, we're about to find out.
[As the sun is slowly rising, the creatures around the house begin to flee. Another blow of the air horn causes a few of them to pause, but that small window of opportunity is all the time Hal needs to throw out his lassos and capture two of the retreating creatures.]
Alri-FUCK
[It's with a sudden jerk the mirror is dropped out the window and the feed switches to the one hanging up in his room, just in time to see Hal hanging halfway out his window in a desperate attempt to keep hold of the ropes restraining the struggling, screeching abominations.]
Shit, no, okay I got this. God dammit.
[The video flickers back to the dropped mirror, just in time to show the sun rising high enough to hit the creatures doing their damnedest to claw and bite at the ropes restraining them, until finally with one harsh tug they manage to yank Hal out of his window and escape.
But they weren't fast enough. The thud and groan of Hal landing ass first next to the mirror aside, it captures how both monsters seem to erupt into a fit of boils, catch fire, and burst, turning into messy piles of liquid, pieces, and dust.]
Welp.
[The voice coming from just off to the side of the mirror seems strained with poorly concealed pain, not even bothering to pick up the mirror to change the direction of the video feed.]
Now we know.
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[He shakes his head, trying to think clearly now.]
Well, I guess this means that light defeats them? Or just sunlight? 'Cause if it comes to it, I've got something close that might help if we're in a pinch at night. But I guess just getting to safety is probably better, right?
I wonder if I should sign up to try to fight some of those things.