OOC: ok, looksl like i'm finnally gettin' 'round to re-posting this xD took me a while to remember what I said(short term memory problems of cource) so it's not as good as the origional! enjoy, and lets hope the RP dosn't die...
also note i'll start posting in 3rd person, as to stop the nagging of certain others *hackcoughkatcoughhack*
IC:
Haru blinked as he searched for the acrobatic boy, looking as normal as when he had arrived in this strange place, save the cat-like eyes he now sported. "Hey! Kenji!" he called in vain, moving from room while searching. He passed through what appeared to be a large theater, a normal-sized living room, and a bathroom, before coming on to an apparently empty kitchen. "Yo, kenji, you in here?" he called again, his stomach growling rather loudly.
"man...I need food...." he muttered to himself, rubbing his aching stomach and realising the whole ordeal with the earthquake had increased his appetite by bounds. "Kei won't mind if I eat a little on the job..right? Right..." he reassured himself, making his way over to the large refridgerator, not noticing the small 'shlap' his shoes began to make as he gripped the sterling silver handles, pulling the door open and looking inside.
"veggies...fish...blech...I'm a cat and I still dont like fish..." he chuckled to himself, searching through the many shelves, before coming across a fully-cooked steak wrapped in plastic wrap. "just my kind of snack!" he cheered triumphantly, pulling the large lump of cold meat from the fridge and unwrapping it, noticing a plate sitting on the counter. Once the slight shock subsided he sighed. "you know, this lace keeps feeling more and more haunted as I look around...you know, if you're alive and can hear me..." he called to the walls and celing "you can stop doing stuff like this, seriously, just fill the next cubbord I look in with plates or things like that and i'll be fine....and don't forget the raw stuff too! I like to cook..." he muttered, wondering just how stupid he must sound talking to an empty room like it could hear him.
He put the steak on the plate and turned to the microwave, as a fork sat in a small tray next to it. "subtle..." he muttered, pulling the fork from the tray and seeing all the other utensels in the tray, spoons and knives and spatulas. "man....just hurry up so I can eat..." he muttered, closing the microwave on his food and reaching for a number button, although all he noticed was a single button that merely said 'Cook' in smooth white letters against the black button. "odd...if this thing overcooks it i'm smashing the damn thing..." he said, also to noone in particular, pressing the button where the time switched to the word "Cooking" turning and putting the fork to his lips in thought at the strange room he noticed something he had failed to earlier.
Blood.
Bloody footprints.
HIS bloody footprints.
For the second time today he did the only thing a self-respecting teenage boy would do, and screamed like a little girl, dropping the fork to the floor as the microwave beeped behind him, the word "Done" where it had previously said cooking.
Shadow merely put his fingers where his ears would be, had he any, apparently rolling his eyes by the way the glowing yellow ovals moved.
NT:
Nightmare watched the events happening before him on a glowing crystal sphere. His will, weak as it was now, was the only think keeping the young man from touching his book of shadowed nightmares. "I must....keep them....from reading it...." he wheezed, the glowing eyes in the shadow of his hood were half-lidded, allowing anyone that would be there, if not for the fact he was alone in the cave, to see the emerald blue color fading slowly into grey every time he exhaled, returning to their strange color as he took another breath. "My heirs must be brought to me soon....now where is the boy..." he muttered, waving a feeble, wrinkled hand that had hours ago been firm and young over the sphere, it switching to a scene of the shadow-accompanied boy screaming at the strange footprints on the ground, while half the image remained watching the majorety of the inhabitants of his mansion in the library, to make sure they did not read his book.
His brow furrowed, unseen by anyone as he watched the scene unfold, all the while thinking ~if they read that book...my entire plan will be stopped...my council must arrive soon if they are to take this world in my name....~
OOC:
Sorry it's late, but hey, laziness is a killer.