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paradisa2012-08-01 06:08 pm
ectoparody) wrote in paradisa2012-08-01 06:08 pm
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008// Back from the edge
[For all intents and purposes, it was what one would call an average day in Paradisa, or as average as things could be called within the confines of the castle. However, such normality was short lived, and in the case of today, that calm sense of tranquility would be broken by an odd sound that began to buzz around the castle's foyer. At first it would sound like nothing more than a light hum, but as the minutes passed, the hum began to grow in intensity until eventually one could hear what sounded like screaming behind it. With as little warning as the noise had been given, a small patch of air began to waver and distort as if caught in a heatwave.
Slowly, it began to writhe and contort more and more erratically until finally, a figure emerged, landing on the floor with a wet thud. There in a puddle of ectoplasmic goo lay Peter Venkman, now fully intact, but obviously very unhappy with what had just taken place. Wiping a glob of ethereal glop from his face, it could be seen that the normally calm and composed man was visibly shaken. He knew where he was of course, but he wasn't exactly happy to be in a place where one could just be taken in and out of existence at will. Anyone looking at their journal might notice a thin film of the same goo covering Venkman form over the pages, and when he spoke, it sounded as if he was speaking underwater]
W...what in the hell just happened...?
Slowly, it began to writhe and contort more and more erratically until finally, a figure emerged, landing on the floor with a wet thud. There in a puddle of ectoplasmic goo lay Peter Venkman, now fully intact, but obviously very unhappy with what had just taken place. Wiping a glob of ethereal glop from his face, it could be seen that the normally calm and composed man was visibly shaken. He knew where he was of course, but he wasn't exactly happy to be in a place where one could just be taken in and out of existence at will. Anyone looking at their journal might notice a thin film of the same goo covering Venkman form over the pages, and when he spoke, it sounded as if he was speaking underwater]
W...what in the hell just happened...?