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Carrie White ([personal profile] creepycarrie) wrote in [community profile] hellhouse2019-07-10 08:10 am

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WHO: Carrie White & Peter Parker
WHAT: Arrival
WHERE: First floor dining room
WHEN: July 10
WARNING: TBD

The last thing that Carrie expects after the house caved in is to wake up, in her prom dress, no less, somehow miraculously clean of all the pig's blood and dry as though nothing bad had happened to begin with. At first, when she sees the boy with his head down across the table from her, Carrie thinks maybe it's just Tommy and they'd tired themselves out and fallen asleep at the table; maybe everything was just a real bad dream and none of it really happened.

It only takes a second to realize that there's no music and this isn't the gym. He's smaller than Tommy; he's not actually Tommy. And, maybe most damning, Carrie's back is still aching sharply where Momma had stabbed her.

This is real. She's dead. She got Sue out of the house safe and Carrie died in the rubble and now it's just a matter of time before Satan comes for her. Carrie was born a child of God, but she's pretty sure God doesn't love abominations. She's pretty sure God doesn't love mass murderers. Carrie is both of these things. She's not going to Heaven after everything she did. This is Hell, it's got to be.

Carrie pushes herself to her feet and looks down at the unsoiled dress. It makes her chin quiver and she wants to cry. Why did they have to be so mean? She hadn't even wanted to go to the stupid prom. She should've trusted her instincts and just stuck to her guns and said no; kept sayin' no. Tommy didn't wanna be there with her, why would he have? Momma had been right all along. They'd just wanted to laugh at her. They had always wanted to laugh at her.

Well, now they were havin' the last laugh. God probably took all of them into Heaven for being victims of her wrath and she's been banished like Lucifer. Being in this dress, a dress that she worked so hard to make perfect and beautiful only for it to be completely ruined on what should've been the happiest night of her life, is a good start to making her feel tortured. It's just a reminder of everything she'll never be, ever. She'll never be pretty. She'll never be loved. She'll never be normal.

Ignoring the boy entirely, assuming he's perhaps just a figment of her imagination or a manifestion of yet another temptation — one which Carrie is not going to give into this time, not even in Hell — she moves to a corner and kneels on the floor facing the wall, head bowed in prayer. Maybe that's not allowed here or maybe God won't hear her, but she has to try. Hurried whispers of prayer escape her until she startles at the sound of something moving and she whirls around to face the rest of the room again, shaking with the fear that only dying and going to Hell, she supposes, can instill in a person like her.
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[personal profile] fromqueens 2019-07-26 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
He comes to slowly, the world a mass of colors and blurred shapes until his senses can finally tune themselves to his surroundings. He lifts his head from a table, feeling disoriented and odd. He'd been catching up with May after getting back from Europe and then had crawled back into his own bed for the first time in weeks.

Now he was somewhere he didn't recognize at all, dressed in his suit from the dance last year. "What?" He says to himself as he scoots his chair back, letting the wood scrape against the floor. He hears the sound of whispering and turns towards it, just as a girl in a pretty pink dress whirls towards him. She looks terrified and his first instinct is to look behind him to see what she's so wide eyed about.

There's nothing there. At least he knows it's not his tingle failing again. He turns back to her, taking a step closer before he realizes that she's staring at him. He raises his eyebrows in surprise. He presses his lips together and tries to give her a small smile. "Hi," he says before his mind goes blank. He tries again. "Hey, sorry if I scared you. I just..." He looks around the room again. "Where are we?"

He doesn't give her much time to respond before he's asking another question. If he's here, where's May? Mysterio was gone, wasn't he? Or was this another trick? Or had his defeat been the actual trick? He looks at the girl again. She isn't anyone he knows. "Who are you?" He pauses, his forehead furrowing. "Are you real?"

Because of course she'd tell him if she wasn't, right? That was the law for holograms. They had to tell you if they were fake or not.
Edited 2019-07-26 05:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fromqueens 2019-08-02 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
She backs away from him and he realizes that she's acting like he's cornering her. He stops moving forward, especially when she grimaces as if at the realization that she has no escape from him. He's careful to keep his distance, though he takes her in as much as he can without being creepy about it. Her dress is nice. Formal. She's pretty, though obviously extremely scared. Of him.

He swallows and takes a deep breath. He supposes he maybe should be scared of her as well, considering they've woken up in this strange place with no explanation, but he has his abilities on his side. "Carrie," he says, softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to figure out how we got here."

The recording goes off and his expression shifts from one of bewilderment to confusion. Hell house? None of this makes any sense. He looks back at her and he's surprised to find that she doesn't seem all that surprised by the message. "Peter Parker," he says. He'd hold out his hand, but she looks like the last thing she wants is to be touched.

"Carrie," he says slowly. "I think we should find a way out of here. Whatever this place is, it's not good."
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[personal profile] fromqueens 2019-08-03 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Time for what?" He thinks he has a pretty good idea, but he's not okay that this being that. He didn't die. Not even when sometimes he wished it had been him instead of Ben or Tony. Not when someone threw a building on top of him, tried to snap him out of existence or hit him full force with a speeding train. If he had died, he would've remembered it. He would know it.

He follows her gaze to her wrist and then realizes belatedly that he also has one of the devices embedded in his arm. He's definitely not okay with that but when he looks back up at her he spots the bleeding wound in her back. "Oh my god, you're bleeding," he says, moving towards her and picking up an unused napkin on the table on the way much more quickly that he has any right to. "What happened?"
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[personal profile] fromqueens 2019-08-17 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not fine," he says, wrinkling his forehead. As he continues to advance on her, though he slows his steps as he gets closer. It had actually looked pretty bad from what he could see. Or at least the blood surrounding it had.

She reaches for the wall and he stops within touching distance. "You should really put something on it to stop the bleeding." He holds up the napkin as a kind of peace offering. "Can I take a look?"

He meets her eyes and holds them. He doesn't know what happened, but he knows she's been hurt. So he asks again, because it matters to him. "What happened?"
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[personal profile] fromqueens 2019-08-17 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
She turns and he sucks in a breath at the wound that he can see more clearly now that he's closer. It looks like it hurts and if the spreading circle of blood around it is anything to judge by, it's deep.

"Who?" he asks, as he reaches out to press the napkin against her shoulder. He hears her hiss and can feel her tense up under his touch.

"Sorry," he says quickly, holding the napkin in place. He'd move away from her, but he knows she can't hold it there herself because of the angle. "Was it the person who brought us here?"
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[personal profile] fromqueens 2019-08-17 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"This is pretty deep," he says, feeling the wetness of her blood soaking through the napkin and warming his fingers. He glances around the creepy room. "We need to get out of here and get you to a doctor."

He swallows at her words, looking back at her. Her face is turned away from him, but he can see the rigidness of her shoulders. Her voice is quiet and eerie as it bounces off the wall she's facing.

"Carrie, we're not dead," Peter says, reaching out lightly to touch her shoulder in an attempt to get her to turn towards him. "And we're not going to die here. Whoever attacked you may still be here, but I'll find a way to get us out, okay?" He swallows. "I need to get another napkin."

He pulls away, dropping the napkin on the nearby table before reaching for another place setting. This time he doubles up and folds it into a square. As he does so, he glances around, looking for something he can use as a weapon. Without his webshooters or his advanced suit, he's at more of a disadvantage than normal.
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[personal profile] fromqueens 2019-08-17 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He reaches for grabbing up the knives and forks available, confident that he can throw them pretty hard if he needs go. He looks over at Carrie. "Who's not here?"

He hadn't expected it to be a woman who had attacked Carrie. That doesn't really change their predicament, but it seems unusual. He shakes his head. "I don't know," he answers honestly when she asks why they're there. He knows why he may be there, but not why Carrie might.

He moves back towards her, picking up the new napkin bandage and approaches her cautiously. At least now he can see her face more clearly, though it's clear from the look on it that she's convinced.

It's pretty clear that no one would think this is heaven. "Let's get out of here," he says softly, not wanting to push her too hard. He's half afraid if he does she'll resign herself to whatever this is, thinking it's hell.
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[personal profile] fromqueens 2019-08-18 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
He slides the silverware into his pocket and moves to the door. It's locked, but he moves back and slams into it with his super strength. It creaks and he can feel it shift. He runs into it again and this time the door pops open.

He turns back towards Carrie, moving to help her. He reaches for her elbow to help steady her and maybe take some pressure off her shoulder. "I'm going to apply pressure again," he says, giving her a concerned glance. "We can go as slow as you need to."

At least until they ran into trouble.
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[personal profile] fromqueens 2019-08-18 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
He follows her gaze and blinks at the doorless wall that they just came through. Suddenly his conviction that they're not in Hell is shaken. Was this another trick? Another illusion? Was Carrie even real?

Maybe she was just meant to keep him busy. But he could feel her apprehension, her blood. If this was just an illusion given by drones than he wouldn't be able to trust his other senses.

He looks at her and then around them at the dark hallway. He can't see any other doors in immediate sight. Which forces them either up the stairs or down the hallway. He leads her down the hallway. They'll have to run into another door eventually. Plus, he's not sure how much exertion Carrie can take. "This way."
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[personal profile] fromqueens 2019-09-08 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't either," he admits as they keep moving. He swallows as the hallway ends and forces them to choose left or right. "Sometimes aren't always what they seem." He reaches out to touch the wall and it's solid. He starts feeling across it like a blind person would. It's not an illusion.

He turns to look at Carrie. "We're going to have to keep going. There has to be a way out of here." He pauses and nods towards her shoulder. "Are you doing okay?"