Sean walks to the Red eye theatre just as it starts to turn dark He is wearing his normal clothes a green loose shirt jean shorts that are slightly tattered on the neds, black converse and a green bandana holding back his braided hair. He has his back pack on his back with his skateboard sticking out of the top and his bass in one ahdn and his skateboard in the other. He walks threw the battered doors into the theatre, placeing his things down on a few chairs. He rips a few cushions off of chairs and begins to make a little bed out of them on the ground. He packs a bowl in his small glass pipe and lays down to smoke and then try to sleep.

 After what seems a few hours you are awoken by the sounds of someone stumbling down from the stage.

He looks like some young college kid about your own age, but his clothes are filthy and he has on a coat with tails. You see what appears as a top hat laying on the stage. As he approaches he looks haggard and confused.

"Are you real?" he asks as he grasps you. He has a mad gleam to his eyes, and a fear you have rarely ever seen. He is sweating and smells as if he has not bathed in a week.

Sean gives him a very strange look, "Yea man..... im real.....are you real?" He looks around "If this is your sleeping quarters i can get out of here man i dont mean to intrude?" He begins to stand up to gather his things not looking to start a thing with this man.

 "Man what day is it? I feel like I... We gotta get outta this place, he is here" with a scared look. He is staring back at the dilapidated stage and the top hat. You can see his fingers are clenched and white under the pressure.

Sean pauses stareing at him "Whos here man, your tweakin man, You on something man? He grabs his backpack throwing it over his back. "well if somebody is gonna be mad then i dont want to be here man, i just needed a place to crash man."

 "Look I don't know where I have been I just remember seeing things I can't describe, twisted people, I mean some real fucked up things. I can't stop coming back here, every time I seem to wake up I am here." He is quickly becoming worked up, whatever is behind the stage seems to have him shaking.

Sean grabs his bass guitar of the chair, "Then why dont we both get out of here man, ill keep an eye on you see if your sleepwalking here." He looks around the theatre again grabbing his skate board, "Unless you wanna stay here?"

 "No lets get, I don't think its safe to be..
2008-06-28 20:08:53Red Eye rolls 8 dice to Masters voice (Diff 3) 4,8,8,5,2, 7,8,1 (5 successes)

"Why you are a bright one aren't you, Come to see the show? I am afraid dear Kevin here won't make it, but I am certain there will be another.." in a much different voice, deeper commanding, hollow.

He immediately starts to cough, spitting up blood.

Using Sense Spirit you see…

    Invoking your power to see the unseen you naturally shift to the spirit world, your eyes perceiving the umbra in its myriad colors. Here the spirits are quiet, silent. There is only a gradual shift to see what is happening here, this world is known to you but rarely seen. Some things are best forgotten, not thought about. Your vision begins to shift again destroying all the colors, everything shifting to black, white and shades of gray. This is the lower Umbra, referred to as the shadowlands by those who know. Only the Euthanitos generally spend much time here, only those fascinated with death, loss and regret as these are the only things one will find here. The theatre appears as it must have long ago, this place more alive here then in our world.  The curtains hang now that were before tattered remnants, even the seats from which you made a makeshift bed are perfect. It is cold here, no warmth or peace lives in this place, you hate ever knowing this world exists. Some that dwell here are lost, most are not they chose to dwell in the misery of their world content to grow more evil until their world itself seems to swallow them whole. Your gaze falls upon Kevin…

     He appears as an ephemera, whispy and unfocused. You can see the hooks that pierce him here, large black and firmly within his limbs, body and spine. All of the hooks are attached to thin chains, seemingly weak, but you know their strength as well as were they lead. The creature that reigns him in is hideous its face and body ripped apart as if by a monstrous beast. It is but a car length away. It’s organs fall upon the floor and are dragging the ground. One of the only noticeable characteristics and color in this world is the bloodshot eyes. What is left of a destroyed jacket with tails and a top hat adorn its body, though this thing is far from alive. Spiritual energy is flowing through the chains to the ghost as it feeds upon Kevin’s fear. These are the meat and drink of this world, each ghost feeding upon such strong emotions to fuel their will. You have never seen such a strong and willful creature. When you were learning of these spirits many told you to let them be lest they take an interest in you, know you know how right they were. The creature on the stage defies identification, it is large and hunched like some sort of shaven bear with hideous scars traversing its naked body. Its breathing is course, the top of its head moving with breath. There appears to be some sort of connection between this creature and the ghost but what it is you can only guess. Such darkness that resonates from this being is hard to fathom, it only seems to exist to end the world and in that its own pained and tortured mind.  You turn away as if to banish it from your vision but its rasping breaths remind you it is here. Your only hope is that they have not realized you can see them.  

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Sean grabs his bass guitar off the other chair and begins to walk slowly back wards out of the theatre stareing at kevin "Im sorry man, im sorry." His usual very happy face looks as if he is about to cry as he steps out of the theatre, trying to figure a way to save this man.

You exit the theatre, the door swinging shut. You quickly make your way as fast as possible from the madness that was the Red Eye. You are perhaps half a block away when you hear a thud against the door and a blood chilling scream followed by "Noo..."

  As you continue on you hear no more screams, all you can hope is that whatever pain Kevin was in, it has ended. In this neighborhood no one listens and no one investigates strange sounds in the night, you begin to wonder how many Kevin's have their been.  

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