001. [ When Luke woke it was with a start, dragging in a breath in a familiar pattern, lungs starved for oxygen . But he wasn't in an ambulance, or a hospital, he was just...in a room. He felt like he'd been dragged by a train but that wasn't anything new for this, so he started moving. Found the letter and rolled his eyes, crumbling it into a ball because he wasn't doing that. Wasn't dealing with any more weirdness. But the door opened when he turned the handle, at least. He headed down the hall, dragged inexorably towards a destination he didn't choose, anxiety only building the further he got.
There were answers there, at least, or some anyway, but none he really liked. Being stuck in the house with his family forever was a better prospect than this, he thought. Well. Kind of, anyway. He worries at the lei all the same, nervous energy buzzing. ]
Why, though? Like...why us?
003. [ Luke has already done the ghost thing. Far longer than anybody should should have to, he thinks, and he likes it even less now. The whispering is quickly fraying his nerves, making him a bundle of increasingly twitchy, restless, and sleepless energy that seems to haunt the halls as effectively as the ghosts themselves.
...hell, he remembers what happened before he woke up here, even if the choice wasn't his own, intentionally or not. He's dead, or should be. Maybe they're all ghosts, being haunted by...other ghosts? The living?
He chain smokes instead, more for something to keep his hands busy than because he actually wants the nicotine, and ends up yelling at the faceless things when something comes clattering down the hall. ]
Luke Crain | the Haunting of Hill House | cw: drug addiction, drug overdose
[ When Luke woke it was with a start, dragging in a breath in a familiar pattern, lungs starved for oxygen . But he wasn't in an ambulance, or a hospital, he was just...in a room. He felt like he'd been dragged by a train but that wasn't anything new for this, so he started moving. Found the letter and rolled his eyes, crumbling it into a ball because he wasn't doing that. Wasn't dealing with any more weirdness. But the door opened when he turned the handle, at least. He headed down the hall, dragged inexorably towards a destination he didn't choose, anxiety only building the further he got.
There were answers there, at least, or some anyway, but none he really liked. Being stuck in the house with his family forever was a better prospect than this, he thought. Well. Kind of, anyway. He worries at the lei all the same, nervous energy buzzing. ]
Why, though? Like...why us?
003.
[ Luke has already done the ghost thing. Far longer than anybody should should have to, he thinks, and he likes it even less now. The whispering is quickly fraying his nerves, making him a bundle of increasingly twitchy, restless, and sleepless energy that seems to haunt the halls as effectively as the ghosts themselves.
...hell, he remembers what happened before he woke up here, even if the choice wasn't his own, intentionally or not. He's dead, or should be. Maybe they're all ghosts, being haunted by...other ghosts? The living?
He chain smokes instead, more for something to keep his hands busy than because he actually wants the nicotine, and ends up yelling at the faceless things when something comes clattering down the hall. ]
Stop. Just stop, okay? What do you WANT??
004.
[ choose your own scenario!]