Luigi (luigi_) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2010-07-12 21:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | setting: room 106 in niflheim |
Who: Luigi [open]
When: Day of Luigi's arrival
Where: Niflheim, in and around room 106
What: Luigi needs a scrubbing brush, some water and anything that will take those horrid stains off the walls
Rating: PG-13. Shouldn't be too high since it's Luigi but I cannot vouch for whoever enters the thread.
He was fairly sure he hadn't received any letters about this particular mansion. No letters, no emails, nothing saying that he'd once again won a gorgeous Gothic mansion probably infested with ghosts who really seemed to hold a grudge against him. Not that he'd have fallen for such a cruel prank this time around. Fool me once, shame on you... This time he'd just been grabbed from him home and thrown in to... wherever this was... and given a room with fresh blood all over the walls. Just rudely plucked from where he'd been cooking a meal for his hard-working brother and now he was very much alone in an unfamiliar setting. Story of his life, really. And he was expected to stay in this room? Oh, how he wished Mario were here; Mario was good at finding ways out of trouble, whereas he was just the burdensome one who managed to forever be getting them into trouble. By the looks of things, he was certainly in a lot of trouble. On seeing the room for the first time, his reaction was fairly predictable. He ran flailing out of the room with a strangled 'waaaaah!' and hid for an hour or so. Well, he thought it had been an hour. He wasn't quite sure how long it had been. At first he thought there could be some hope, and shaking, he wandered through the mansion calling out for his brother, keeping an eye open for something to clean the walls with.
It wasn't just the blood, either; the room was dusty and grimy, at least by his standards, and he couldn't bear to just stand staring at the walls. He was beginning to feel sticky just looking at the room, every time he walked past it he was feeling stickier. He shuddered. He just wanted to go home, and soon. Turning a corner, he crouched down slightly as though expecting to be snuck up on at any given moment and called out again.
"Maaaaarioooooo?" he stammered, his large blue eyes even wider with fear, his brow furrowed with anxiety.