Raea's Challenge

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

Immie was so happy, so, so happy. Yes, yes she was. Why? Because she got to play! Well, not really play but close enough! She was feeling a bit better, because she had been allowed to rest up after giving all she had to help boost up Julian’s affinity. The Innocent One’s room was last after all, and that was the only one that Immie had to watch over. Julian wanted to get the roof ready and all that, and she doubted he would be at the top of his game when it came to her, he was too busy hoping she wouldn’t fail and all that. So that meant that this one was Immie’s!

Not that she started it or anything. No, no. That was Julian’s job. She just kept it running. It was her affinity tangled up in his after all, it meant she could manipulate it a little bit. Or at least enough to keep things the way they were supposed to be.

Immie would actually be entering this room though, she would, she would. Not like the others where she just sat outside and bounced in if things needed to pick up. Oh no, she would be a part of this poor little girlie’s fear. And that amused her to no end. She wanted so badly to see how far she could push it and she would! While sticking to the rules. Of course, of course. Julian had reminded her of that many, many times. To the point where she had hissed at him, she had. She knew the rules she did, yes, yes. She could follow them. She had even had more blood before coming in here so she was full and the Innocent One’s blood wouldn’t temper her. She made a face at that thought. Innocent blood never tempted her anyway.

It was gross.

She had had a lot of time to play with the Pretty Boy though while she waited, it was a lot of time, yes, yes it was. This one’s room was last after all, so there was so much time to get to know him better. Which made her giggle more when she thought about it. Get to know him better. Oh yes, that was what it was. Of course. She was just getting to know him better.

She had been frustrated that she had been mostly taken out of The Game, to let the Snake and the Wolf play along with Julian. She had pushed her affinity to the limit and it had left her wiped and too dangerous to play too much. So it had been smart to keep her with the boy, yes it had been. But that didn’t mean that she had to like it, no no it didn’t. And she didn’t. Not one bit. Poor, poor Pretty Boy. But he took it silently, not that he had much of a choice in the matter. But that bothered her now, she wanted to at least hear him muffled freaking out.

So she had pushed it harder.

He was still alive, still not maimed beyond recognition, like Julian had asked for, so that was all that mattered. Immie had changed her clothes when she knew it was about her time. Dark, dark and tight skinny leg jeans clothed her tiny doll’s legs, and a black corset wrapped around her top half. It was leather, which amused Immie. Though the pants were, again, not a good sign for any that had to deal with her. It meant bad things. It meant she was in a certain mood and was just wearing the pants to keep the blood off of her skirts. It meant she was very sadistic at the moment. She didn’t even have her tiara on!

All the same, she had washed the blood from her arms and face, to make her skin shine porcelain and pale rather than red tinted from the blood. She wanted the new blood that she would spill in this room to be more noticeable, so she had to get all the other blood off of herself in order to do that! So that was what she had done, yes, yes it was.

She didn’t go into the room, no, not right away. She had done this before, she knew what she had to do first. She had to let the little Innocent One wait for her. She wouldn’t be able to open the door once she entered, not until she beat her fear, so that wasn’t a bother to Immie in the slightest. She could stand out here for as long as she wanted and not have to worry about the Innocent One running out. She had helped her friends, but now it was her turn. SO this would be fun, so much fun. Because unlike this one’s friends who got her help, the Innocent One had to get through it herself. Which made it so much more fun for Immie. Though she would behave, she had promised that she would behave and just stick to the outlines that Julian’s fear maker laid down for her.

She closed her eyes and tapped into the fear Julian had laid down, so that way she could make sure she had it right.

It was a cold stone room, frozen almost, and there was no lights inside, not just yet but Immie would fix that when she entered. All there was, was the moonlight streaming in from one, very tiny, window. It illuminated the stone room, showing off the dark stains that looked almost like blood on the floor and walls. It was not a pleasant place to be, no, no. It looked almost like a dungeon, but Immie knew from experience that it was modeled after a stone tower instead, even though there were chains and shackles hanging from the stones.

The kicker though, the one that made this the real fear and not just some creepy dungeon scene, was the fact that there was a person chained to one of those sets of shackles. It would be impossible to tell who this person was until you got too close and lifted up their head, not from the way the head fell limply forward and obscured the face, it made it impossible to tell who it was. Even the clothes gave no indication of the person’s identity. And there was no way for the pretty little girl to go over and see who it was, thanks to a set of bars that blocked off that half of the tower from the half she would be in. Immie’s door sat on the other side of those bars as well. It was partially a good idea, it kept Immie away from the Innocent one just as much as it kept the innocent one away from the person who’s identity would be kept secret from her until Immie decided it was time to reveal it.

But that was the fun part. Immie knew who it was, but she wasn’t telling. Oh no. She would wait outside, here and see how the pretty little girl reacted to seeing said person hanging from the shackles of this pretty little torture tower. She didn’t enter, no, not just yet. She wanted this girl to wait…and worry about what would happen, just for a while longer.


Words: 1259
Muse: Epic
Notes: Okay, so Raea's challenge is actually the last one even though I'm getting it up first. They go in order of how they're listed in the subboards.

As for the room, picture a cold stone tower, round in shape, divided in half by a set of bars/gate. Raea would have entered through one side and be stuck there, Immie enters through the other where the person is. Basically, you gotta get Raea through this and to the other side

[Astraea Dike]

This was turning out to be one of the worst days of Raea's life and probably will be the worst day of her life for a very very very very VERY long time. She was in a strange house, helping her friends with their challenges and she could only hope that the ones she didn't help actually made it! The trembling girl was walking around without her heels on, as she tripped one too many times already with those on. They didn't cost much thank goodness, this dress on the other hand she was pissed about. She had to tear it to her knees just to walk right. It didn't look so bad with it short but she was upset she had to do it. She wasn't vain but when you spend about $200 on a dress you tend to want it to be kept in tact!!

She took her hair out of the fancy up do it was in and braided it so it was kept back and simple. She, unfortunately, used a bit of her dress to tie it back with a bow. She looked down at the floor and sighed. She leaned against one of the walls and put her face into her hands. How did she manage to get them all into this mess?! It was breaking her heart. All her dearest friends were stuck here because of her. And Julian, that damn ass, made THAT perfectly clear. She wanted to tear him to tiny pieces, and make Immie eat them.

Immie, that girl already made it onto Raea's List-Of-People-To-Tell-Ki-To-Kill. And only because she was the one that hurt Pride. The black sheep let tears fall down her cheeks and she let out a short, choked sound of a sob. She didn't want him in this at all. Why didn't she see this coming?! She slammed her hand onto the wall and cried. She could have stopped this, if only she saw it. She bit her lip and tried to pull herself together. Remember what Justin said, don't let them see you break down. She sniffed and wiped her eyes with her hand, sure her makeup was ruined, though she didn't care. She cleared her throat and stood tall, starting her walk back down the hall.

She saw that one of the doors in the hall was open so she walked over to it and looked inside. It was dark and cold looking, but that didn't stop a shiver from going up her back. She walked inside to get a closer look and saw that it looked like a stone dungeon. She turned around only to see the door was closed. She didn't even hear it close. She gulped and closed her eyes. This was her damn challenge.

Of course she wasn't off the hook.

She looked around more closely and saw that the room had dark stains, which looked like blood. She looked down to her feet and wished she was still wearing her heels. She then looked over to where the moon hit and saw someone chained, no really CHAINED to the wall. She gasped and backed up, hitting the door. She wanted to leave. Badly. She then started to walk to the person but her foot hit a bar. She then saw that she was on one half of the room. it was barred off, like a jail cell.

Now it was getting creepy. This was everything Raea hated, ohh goddess she hated this. It reminded her too much of Kalona's castle, and she'd only been in it once. She looked over to the person chained to the wall and her mind immediately went to Pride, but she couldn't tell, the face and clothes didn't give anything away. She felt around on the bars for a place to reach but the bars were too close for her to pass through and there was no gate to enter. She hit her hand on one of the bars and cursed loudly. "Fuck. Fuck this place to hell."

Obviously she's been spending too much time with Cris.

She tried to shake the bars but they were stuck. She cursed again and saw that her arms reached through the bars but she couldn't get through. Well that wasn't happening. She was stuck on this side of the wall. "Hello? Who's in here?" She gulped, already having a pretty good idea where she was and who was chained to the wall, though she didn't trust her gut. She didn't want it to be right.

Goddess please don't let it be right.

Words: Idc it's long enough for me
Outfit: That poor red dress. Mask is gone as are her shoes
Muse: She hates me, hope you're happy!
Comments: Can't wait for it to continue honestly, I love Immie and hate her at the same time.

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

Immie was so happy! So, so, so very happy. She was mostly happy because this challenge went to her, this one was her task. Julian would have gone too easy on this one for being the innocent one. Immie almost spit at that thought, digusted by it, but she knew better. Julian would not be happy if she spit in the house, oh no, no, no. She had already gotten in trouble for that before so she remembered, yes, yes she did! She remembered that well. See, sometimes Immie paid attention. Not always, but sometimes. Like right now, right now she was paying a whole lot of attention. She had to.

She was able to manipulate Julian’s affinity as she liked, as long as he started it on his own. After that, Immie could play with it, because her affinity was wrapped up in it. Of course she didn’t have as much control as Julian himself would have had, but that was okay! Yes, yes it was. She didn’t need much anyway. Immie herself was pretty sure she could scare this girl all by herself. Scare this girl to death. She giggled madly at this thought. It didn’t matter, no, no it didn’t. If she passed, well that was good for her, oh, yes, yes. If she passed she would have to deal with Julian. If she failed, then Immie would get to kill her.

Immie very much so liked this idea.

Then again, Immie just liked the idea of death, and hated the idea of innocence. Not after her own innocence had been ripped away from her. It was hard to have gone through what Immie had gone through and still be innocent. Or sane. So it was easy to see why Immie was neither thing of course.

Immie heard the girl enter and slipped in herself, though the affinity hid her from the Innocent One’s sight until Immie was ready to make her appearance. And Immie had to fight very hard, oh yes very hard indeed, not to giggle when she saw the look of terror on the Innocent One’s face when she saw the room before her. Immie couldn’t giggle of course. If she did the affinity couldn’t hide her anymore, the Innocent One would hear her and then find her. And this little one had to see the room for herself first. That was part of the rules, yes, yes, that was part of the rules. She had to know what she was up against first.

She nearly lost control and giggled when the Innocent one cursed. She watched the girl see the person chained to the wall, watched as she tried to get through the bars. But oh no, oh no no she owuldn’t be able to get through. No. She would be eventually…if she worked through her fears. But until then, this side of the room was Immie’s to play in. And so was the lovely person chained up. Immie had a feeling that person would turn out to be the Pretty Boy. But it would shift itself into being whoever the Innocent One loved most. And Immie could create more if she liked.

But for right now, one was a good start.

The innocent one spoke again, and that was Immie’s cue. She mimicked the girl, in her high pitched, French accented voice. ”Hello? Who’s in here?” she mimicked. And then she started giggling, madly as usual. Oh yes, Immie would have her fun. She would have all of her fun, as long as she stuck to the rules. Which she was. It was another reason for the bars, yes, yes it was. With Immie’s temper, it was just a good idea. Rules or not, sometimes Immie forgot. She made sure that the affinity just showed her eyes first—bright red and glowing in the darkness, before she herself stepped forward.

And then started bouncing slightly.

She shook her head. ” Je vais vous montrer, naïveté ne vous mènera nulle part” She said softly to herself. And then she tilted her head. Immie, at the moment, was very sane in Immie status. For a normal person, no, she wasn’t sane in the slightest. But right now, Immie was as sane as she ever was as a feral red. She was thinking very clearly right now. Very evilly, but very clearly. She started bouncing a little more but then she stopped and walked up to the bars, grinning as she usually was.

”Do you want to know who it is, little girl?” she asked, her voice taking on a fake innocence, mocking the other girl. Part of the reason, as well, that Immie had been chosen to do this task was because it was clear that the Innocent One was more afraid of her than she was of Julian. And it wouldn’t do for her to be less afraid. ”Come, come, I will show you. Oh….wait. No…” she giggled madly again. ”You can’t come, can you? Oh well! I will show anyway!” she said and then skipped over to the person on the wall.

Poor, poor person. When she lifted his head, she figured out for herself who it was as well. Pretty Boy, poor, poor Pretty Boy. He had to go through this twice. She giggled madly again. The illusion was damn good though, but Immie made sure to tweak it a little before she showed it to the Innocent one. This way, what she saw made it really look like it was him. His legs were still broken, Immie kicked one to make sure the Innocent One saw what an odd angle they were at…And this time the boy cried out. Because it looked like, according to the illusion, that Immie had snapped off the stitches across his lips. Hey, he even had a string or two still dangling like Immie hadn’t bothered to pull them all out.

She wouldn’t have, had she really done that.

She would eventually pull them out though, on the real Pretty Boy, to make sure that she could hear his screams when she killed the Innocent one and then him. She shook her head and tsked the boy. ”Silly, silly, keep getting yourself under my hands, don’t you” she said with a giggle.

And then she showed him, that his innocent one was there. And being that this illusion really came from Raea’s mind, because it wasn’t as scary otherwise, he would act exactly as he would have in real life. ”Raea Love…no…get out of here…” he said weakly when he saw her. And then Immie shook her head. ”Oh hush, hush, I should have kept your lips sewn.” she said, pouting at him.

And then she turned her head towards the innocent one again. What would she do now?

That was part of the fun, wasn’t it?

Words: 1207
Muse: There, Immie's wide awake atm
Comments: Sorry the post sucks despite my muse for it, I'm sick soooo...