she looked around and noticed she was in the gallery...maybe... "wha-is this...the gallery?" she started walking around "what happened? The last thing i remember was tossing my Headphones near a painting and going to pick them up then...I can't remember anything else..." Carla thought to herself. she noticed a door and looked at it. she opened it and saw a long hall full of paintings of women in red,green,blue,and yellow aligned along the walls of the hall and at the end of the hall she saw a lavender rose in a small vase. "what the ****...is this?!" she looked at the rose then at the paintings alined on the walls. The Rose gave her an odd sense to go get it,and reluctantly,she slowly walked forward towards the rose.
Andrew looked around "W-where...?" the room he was was quite odd.The room had a deep blue color and was full of creepy paintings, all of them looking at him, like those paintings that look like if their eyes were seeing you, yet they were actually doing it and at the other side of the room was a lone black flower inside a vase. As he walked he felt that the pictures were watching him, seeing every movement he made... no... it was something else... As he approached it he saw it was actually a black rose. He felt something, like if it just made him feel better.
(I said it was different. Also, I had no ideas at that moment XD let me change it in that case.) (done, edited)
after a bit, she finally reached the rose,she was extremely sure something was gonna happen but she took the rose and turned around,but she suddenly heard a voice that sounded like a woman's ???:"THIEF! YOU SHOULDN'T TAKE WHATS NOT YOURS!BUT,IF YOU CAN ESCAPE...I'LL LET YOU HAVE THE ROSE...SOUND FAIR?!" Carla didn't respond but continued walking forward at a faster pace she heard to paintings fall behind her and turned around to look at them. the paintigs were of two ladies,one in red, and one in blue. then she saw a hand come out from them. then two,then the head,and before she knew it the entire half of the ladies in the paintings were poking out and they immediately started chasing her. As she was running all the paintings that she passed fell off and like the other ones,started to chase her. eventually she got to the door,opened it and got out and of course closed it quickly then bolted off somewhere to hide,in her hiding spot she started looking for another door,still in possesion of the rose she got. "well,at least It's mine."
Andrew got beside the rose. He felt that he needed to grab it. As his hand approached the rose a hanging man suddenly appeared behind him. "Gah...!" he yelled a bit out of the surprise that he got. "What the..." he looked closely to the man and noticed it was dead. He shook his head and grabbed the flower. He gave a step and heard a voice. "Where are you going?" the voice said grimly. "You can't just go like that, lets play a game." The voice said as the room slowly started filling up with a sort of gas. He felt that at every step he gave he was getting weaker and the flower slowly started to lose it's petals. As they were falling down he felt weaker and weaker. After a moment of looking around he found a door and exited. The rose had only 4 petals left after that.
(I was going to wait for someone else to post but alright.) Andrew was now in a long hall with several doors, yet some of them were locked. He stared walking around, not sure what to expect. (Now, I'll wait for someone to post before I continue.)
A clattering sounded from another underexplored room as a painting that looked exactly like (perhaps the same?) 'Shadow Woman' painting. The glass encasement of the art clattered and broke. Small shares of glass scattered the floor. The figure in the painting seemed to be glaring at the outside. Her artistic imprisonment shrouded with a gloomy feeling. (I forgot my phone at my dad's house. I think this okay for now. ಥ_ಥ)
(I was waiting for Azure or scarecrow to.continue...) Andrew kept walking for a while and noticed the paining that slowly came to life.
(well i thought scarecrow would come back and post but apparently not.) Carla found a door and quickly rushed through it if the painting women busted down the door. "okay…just need to find…someone…if anyone is even here…"
Her painting suddenly shattered completely. The figure in the painting was gone, with unknown whereabouts. The empty picture fell off the wall and onto the floor with a loud clatter.
Andrew heard the sound the picture made once if fell down and started looking from where it came. He noticed it came from a door near him, but it was locked. "..."
The dope swung open, only for him to find a small roll-on with a broken painting and a vase filled with water. A dark blue message was scribbled on the wall, 'She doesn't like to be seen. Do not look up.'
Andrew read the message as soon as he entered the place and blinked. What wad it talking about? He was not sure, but was not taking his chances and didn't look up. He saw the vase, not.sure what to do whit it and remembered he found his.black flower in one similar to that one. He put his flower on it and all the lost petals suddenly reappeared on it. "!!!" He was a bit amazed by that.
It was suddenly very silent. Not a wave of sound could be heard. Yet then, a slight crashing could be heard from the doorway of the room. A swift black figure could be seen moving out of the corner of his eye.
Andrew turned, still with his head down, and noticed the figure. He quickly took back his flower and gave a step away from the figure.
((Sorry. Been a bit busy as of lately.)) As it was, something seemed to spring out of the darkness: It looked like a giant black flower in its own right, but upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a mass of black-clad arms folded onto eachother in a circular pattern. Slowly yet suddenly, they opened, revealing the white, blank, procelain mask of the pale, featurless man in his dark attire. Small pinholes in the mask glared at the man, and simply stared, yet it seemed like an overwhelming amount of voices whispered through the air...
"What the..." Andrew said.both astonished and.a.bit scared of that... thing. He felt that it was staring at him, did it wanted something from him? He didn't knew, and didn't wanted to find out. He started looking for an exit deseperately.
