Cabin in the Woods (Megeara)

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Megeara
You race through the Rockies on your sled, the cold night biting at your skin as you wrap yourself tighter in your robes. The dogs slow with tiredness, and you begin to drift off, but you continue for the night.

There has to be someone. There just has to be someone.

And then you see it. A lone cabin, perched in the crux of two low peaks, like a child in their cradle. An old ski lodge, maybe? Perhaps some mansion of a recluse millionaire? It doesn't matter. Your eyes well up with tears and your heart abounds as you look down on this cabin, and you see a fire. You feel a rapid pounding in your chest as the silhouette of a person flicks into view. A real person. You wrestle the reigns and drive the sled down the slope, as fast as you can. Finally, you are not alone.

You come to the door of the cabin, slowly leaving your sled. You step through the snow to the door of the cabin. Only the bottom floor is lit, by a dull, flickering flame. Coming to the door, you await your salvation, with a raised fist to the door, but you hesitate. For this time, you have known fear and paranoia. As you raise it once again to knock, it slowly comes open. An old man, about 5 foot, peeks out.

>"Hello?"
>"I'm here to help, sir. Let me in, please."
>"I give you thirty seconds to get out of this cabin before I break your neck."
>Say nothing.

 

[Megeara]

She stood in silence. The wind blowing her dark curly hair and robes. The snow dusted on her face. Her hands gripping the robes for deer life. She stared at this man not knowing what to say. The lights from the inside warmed her face slightly. She stood there blinking as the snow blew in her eyes.

 

[Megeara]

(do you want me to post a character pic or bio)

 

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Megeara
(No. Also, please remain vague with your responses. Simply posting the command you want will do.)

Out of fear or perhaps confusion, you remain silent. The old man, whose eyes are white and stare off into the distance, speaks in a monotone growl. However, some part of you hears it shifted countless octaves, filling your ears with unknown, infinite harmony. You quickly disregard this as hallucination, nothing more. "I know you're there. State your business now."

>"I'm here to end your miserable life."
>"I'm Samantha, I'm here to help."
>"I'm lost, I just need somewhere to stay for a little while. May I come in?"
>Say nothing

 

[Megeara]

"I'm Samantha, I'm here to help."

 

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Megeara
"I am not interested in names. I do not need help. If you insist on lying, I shall have no choice but to leave you out here." The old man glares, his blind eyes staring straight into yours.

>"I'm telling the truth, I promise."
>"I'm sorry, I'm lost and confused."
>"Alright. Let's do this the hard way."
>Say nothing

 

[Megeara]

"Im sorry . Im lost and confused. "

 

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Megeara
The old man seems nonplussed by your answer. He widens the door, lowering the shotgun concealed behind it. He stands aside, as if to allow you passage. "Very well, Samantha. Come in." The room inside is quite large, having what appears to be a high-class living room complete with several comfy-looking chairs, tables, and a broad fireplace in the corner, containing a small, nearly dead flame.

>"Thank you, but I shall stay out here."
>Enter and sit down
>Try to disarm the old man
>Enter and remain standing by the door

 

[Megeara]

Enter and sit down.

 

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The old man walks through a doorway into an adjoining room. He returns not long after with a metal tray, which holds an ornate tea set and a plate of biscotti, no longer holding the shotgun. He sits down in the sofa nearest the fire, placing the tray on the table in the middle of the circle of chairs and sofas. The walls are adorned with bear skulls, all of them making a horizontal line about eight feet up on all four walls. They are all slanted in different directions.

>Sit. "Your fire is dying, you know."
>Sit. "Thank you very much."
>"Stupid fool. Never put down your weapon."
>Do nothing
Megeara

 

[Megeara]

Sit. "Thank you so much."

 

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He pours coffee from the kettle into two cups, gesturing to a bowl of sugar cubes and a container of milk. He begins putting sugar in the cup nearer to him. The absence of the gun reassures you, at least a little bit.

"Why are you here, Samantha?" He sounds quite sarcastic in saying your name. "I have not had visitors for very long." His blind gaze stares ever onwards into the distance.

>"I told you, I am lost."
>"I am seeking something important."
>"None of your business, fucking cretin."
>"Why do you keep coffee in a tea set?"