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you'll like the way we meme ([personal profile] memeswearhouse) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2012-01-12 04:58 pm

7 Minutes in Heaven






The Rules:

1. Comment with your character name/fandom/prefs in the subject line
2. Comment around, you're now trapped in a closet and must kiss whoever you're trapped with! It can be just a simple kiss on the cheek or something a little...more. It just has to last for at least 7 comments each!
3. You don't have to start right away. Build things up! It's more fun that way.
4. ???????
5. Profit~

Stolen lovingly from [livejournal.com profile] memebells

Nina Fortner | Monster | OTA

[personal profile] thegirltwin 2012-01-13 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Edited 2012-01-13 01:18 (UTC)
ryuuzaki: (...)

Re: Nina Fortner | Monster | OTA

[personal profile] ryuuzaki 2012-01-13 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[The young man's voice is terse and flat.]

Who's there? I can hear you breathing.

[personal profile] thegirltwin 2012-01-13 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Nina tenses up when someone else speaks, but... wait. She knows that voice. She doesn't relax so much as adjust her position, though.]

Ryuuzaki? Is that you? [Of course it's him. Who else would it be?] It's Nina. What's going on here?
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[personal profile] ryuuzaki 2012-01-13 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He squints into the darkness. It's pointless; his eyes don't seem to be adjusting. There isn't enough light in the room to adjust to much of anything.]

Miss Fortner.

[There's a wall at his back, and another at his right side. He puts out his left hand; there's a wall there, too. And Nina is in front of him.]

Is there a wall behind you? I think we're trapped either in a corridor or a very small room. The resonance of our voices suggests the latter, but....

[personal profile] thegirltwin 2012-01-13 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Nina reaches behind her and her hand brushes against... something. It's hard to get oriented in the total darkness, but it doesn't precisely feel like a wall she's touching. It's too light, too obviously wooden.

She turns slightly, and puts both hands on it. There's a light creak from the pressure although it show no sign of budging.]


No! It -- it feels like a door.

[One hand gropes downward, placing itself over the cold metal of a doorknob. She twists the knob first one way and then the other, trying to open it and making a soft sound in the darkness, but either way is equally pointless.

Wherever they are, they're locked in.]


I can feel the knob. But there's no keyhole. Something's wrong...

[Nina tries harder to open the door, but it still won't budge.]

I... I think we're in a closet.

[Locked in a closet? But why?]