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"Alex. Alex, wake up."

He's moved them so her head is resting on his knees, vaguely aware of the need not to let her choke in her unconsciousness. And he knows this place, although it was never like this before.

Date: 2013-12-30 10:32 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (s2 scared)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
She groans, coughs hard a few times, and rolls over, looking up at him. His hair is a fright.

"Bloody hell, what was that thing?"

Date: 2013-12-30 10:40 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (s3 6620)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
"Ow, my head." She sits up, checking him over for wounds with a quick glance. Nothing serious, just a few cuts and bruises. And then she looks around. It's dim, and there seems to be some sort of unearthly light filtering through shabby curtains. They're in some sort of farm house.

For a moment, her heart stops. Ichabod can see the colour drain from her face as her eyes dart around the room.

"No, no it can't be. There aren't any..." She shudders out a sigh of relief, almost on the verge of tears. "No, it's not -- where I thought it was."

She works hard to tamp that emotion down. Melting down in the middle of a crisis is Not Done.

Date: 2013-12-30 10:45 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (afraid)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
"Well?" She tugs on his sleeve, needing him to be present and accounted for "Where are we?"

A shadow falls across the far wall, and disappears the arch of the door.

Date: 2013-12-30 10:50 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (s1 work it out)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
Alex scoffs and waves a hand, her gaze watching the movement in the dark. She pushes herself to her feet, and wipes her hands on her jeans. Luckily, she was wearing boots and not heels today.

"Hardly the first time I've been in someone else's subconscious. Well, it's the first time I've been lugged there by a ruddy great goat man, but that's about par for the course. Are you hurt? Did you break anything?"

She didn't think he hit his head on anything, but since she was choked out, she's not entirely sure.

Date: 2013-12-30 11:00 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (s3 really)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
"I'm not sure." She takes a step forward, still watching, wary. Her hand fumbles for her gun before she realizes it's not there.

Well, at least it's not the farmhouse she thought it was, but damn, she could be forgiven for thinking it was. Same levels of dust about. Only the fittings are all Georgian, instead of mid-century.

"So you think this is Purgatory? Where you meet Katrina in your dreams? And you think that creature worked for the other demon?"

Date: 2013-12-30 11:10 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (shoulders)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
Alex frowns, looking around for something, anything to use as a weapon. "Oh of course. This is right out of the text book." She takes a step to the fire place, and retrieves a poker, hefting it in her hand.

"Let's go say hello, shall we?"

Date: 2013-12-30 11:20 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (s3 razor girl)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
She hands him the one she'd selected, and picks out another, this one a bit shorter, and easier for her to handle.

"Well? It's your house. After you."

There's movement again in the other room, definitely the sound of someone shuffling slowly across the floor boards. Maybe dragging something heavy. Along with the sounds of the house, the creaking and the echoes of all the empty space around them, she thinks she hears a voice.

Maybe it's the wind.

Date: 2013-12-30 11:29 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (s3 razor girl)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
Alex falls in behind. She hasn't had any tactical training clearing a house with a poker, but she imagines the principle is the same. Watch your partner's six. Keep your eyes open.

"It's really a nice place," she says, her tone weak. "Could do with an airing out."

Date: 2013-12-30 11:39 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (s1 work it out)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
Alex quirks an eyebrow at him. "Sorry, I hadn't really -- thought. It must have been lovely."

Her sarcasm reflex may have got the better of her on that one.

"Wait, did you hear that?" There's a quiet moaning sound coming from what appears to be the sitting room.

Date: 2013-12-30 11:44 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (s1 work it out)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
She does, leaving enough room between them, and keeping an eye behind them. The chill is starting to get to her, and she wishes she'd brought a jacket.

Even moving quietly, every step of their booted feet seems incredibly loud to her ears.

Date: 2013-12-30 11:49 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (lost)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
There's a figure in the middle of the room, blocking the way to the front door, and equally obstructing what appears to be the hall beyond.

It's not an imposing figure, hunched a little at the shoulders, hands clasped. It appears to be female, with silver grey hair swept back into a bun. But there's one key detail missing.

The woman has no face.

Date: 2013-12-31 12:07 am (UTC)
anti_kringle: (TFOWWSLIYH)
From: [personal profile] anti_kringle
"This house could really do with some airing, you know," a soft, almost pleasant voice whispers into his ears. "And you should buy more books."

Date: 2013-12-31 03:54 am (UTC)
lady_bols: (s3 razor girl)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
"Ichabod..."

There was an edge of warning in her voice. There was nothing about this that didn't set off alarm bells in her head.

Date: 2013-12-31 02:34 pm (UTC)
anti_kringle: (TFOWWSLIYH)
From: [personal profile] anti_kringle
"You could do with some appliances," the soft, cultured voice continues, from just out of field of vision, "and put in some Internet, please? This is your home, isn't it?"

Date: 2013-12-31 07:17 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (black and white)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
Alex sputters a laugh under her breath.

"Okay, I'm starting to like her. Come on. Let's see if we can't find a way out of here."

She stops at the bottom of the stairs, listening. A breath of fresh flutters her hair, and it's coming from the cellar door.

"What's down there?"

Date: 2013-12-31 09:00 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (s3 razor girl)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
"Right."

Alex eases her way passed the old woman, and heads for the door.

Date: 2013-12-31 09:06 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (black and white)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
Alex finds the latch to the door, and tugs it open, coughing as she gets another faceful of dust. There's very little light on the stairs, and she can't see where she's going. Maybe he knows the layout better, seeing as it was his house.

"After you."

Date: 2013-12-31 09:35 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (s3 razor girl)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
"That's -- actually brilliant. Everyone expects the cellar to be a dead end."

She follows close behind, trying to find her footing and following the sound of his steps.

"Maybe it'll open back to the bar?"

Date: 2013-12-31 09:44 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (shoulders)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
She's watching their back, listening to the old woman with no face moving around at the top of the stairs.

"Ichabod? Perhaps we should... Erm..."

There's an eerie light filling the room, and it sounds like there's a voice coming over a radio, saying something about staying away from the dog park.

"Yeah. We should go now."

Date: 2013-12-31 10:00 pm (UTC)
lady_bols: (lost)
From: [personal profile] lady_bols
She took his hand and followed him through, ducking her head to pass under the thick curtain of roots.

They emerged in shadow, the sound of dripping water faint in the distance.

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