The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

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(The RP starts now. Monday at 4:00 is the time)
Kyle patted Rylie’s side, doing little to dislodge the clumps of snow in his striped fur, accumulated from a good roll on the ground. Any cat that knew the feel of earth in his fur after a good roll knew bliss. Rylie knew that the medium upon which you rolled did not matter so much as the satisfaction that carried with you.
Kyle looked around at the trees, but their majesty did little to amaze him. In a world where everyone and everything stood over you, the trees seemed like no exception. No. It was not the trees that made the forest so awe-inspiring for him, though they did contribute to its significance.
It was the places to hide. Every little shrub, every hollow log. And the places to seek. Maybe Rylie’s curiosity was contagious because Kyle found it invigorating to inspect every leaf, every little hole, and to discover. To find something he hadn't noticed before.
So Kyle looked beyond the trees. Beneath them, rather. While Rylie showed him the world we often miss, right beneath our feet.
Kyle hopped along the crusted snow in a depression pressed into the earth, inspecting the tracks that Rylie was intently sniffing. Footprints barely smaller than his own, and a long streaky tail print even thinner than his arm. Mouse, then. Rylie was stiffening tail held aloft. So these were fresh prints. Kyle frantically looked for some kind of escape, gaze flicking towards a hollow at the bottom of a tree. He hated being there when Rylie found something he could catch. Hated watching him toy with the prey. It was a reminder that the cat could do it with Kyle himself. That he could become the target. With nowhere to run.
Poof!
Rylie pounced, front claws and snapping jaws closing around nothing but snow, tail waving like a flag. The mouse must have gotten away. He burrowed his nose in further, but even this did not yield any subnivean rodents. If he was disappointed, Rylie didn't show it. He nudged Kyle with his muzzle, knocking him onto his back.
"Hey!" Kyle exclaimed. He could feel the icy cold through his thin clothing, chilling him instantly. He shoved a fistful of ice playfully in Rylie's furry face, but the smidgen of snow bounced harmlessly to the ground.
Rylie retaliated with a rough-tongued lick to Kyle's face. As Kyle tried to push him away, thunder cracked overhead.
An ominous-looking rift opened up in front of them, sucking away the playful mood instantly. Rylie's hair stood on end, giving him the appearance of the little puff-ball people often attach to their hats.
Kyle felt fear creep into his bones, more rapidly than the icy chill of snow. But soon, curiosity took over. Another thing to explore. Another adventure to be had.
He slowly stood up and brushed himself off, glaring into the patch of dark, unfamiliar forest that dared intrude his own.
"Rylie," he said, patting the frightened cat's flank. "Looks like the door of opportunity. Try to look a little more herioic."
Rylie raised his head and threw his studliest pose, lowering his tail and squaring his shoulders. His amber eyes stared calmly into the unknown.
Kyle lept upon the cat's back and dug his heels into his sides. Into the door, to the other side.
 
Cam was hit by a rush of deja vu as blue light pulled her away and spat her on the hard ground. The last time she had experienced such a violent sensation was five months ago, with those weird blue stones. Except there weren't any weird blue stones. In fact, the only blue thing in sight was the sky, impossibly cerulean overhead. She wasn't wearing jeans this time around either. She had on some creamy-colored khakis. But Noah's wearing a blue shirt.
Right. Focus. Noah. Where was that boy?
Cam glanced around, almost expecting to see pink hair or a fluffy brown cat standing behind her. But no, all she saw were woods. Unearthly, thick woods that grew so close and twisted and choking that it seemed you could walk beneath them for days without seeing the light of day. And in the middle, a platform... it was called a dais, wasn't it?
Cam was 40 percent certain. A stepped dai of polished limestone with a swirling mass of nothingness above it. Unfortunately, she didn't see the Chandra's hallway through the shadowy, rippling opening. Great. That means we're trapped here, doesn't it?
Cam cupped her hands around her mouth. "Noah!" she called. Her voice was sucked into the trees. "NOAH!" No Noah.
 
Lexington was beautiful when it snowed.
Kylan tipped his head upwards, gravity causing his grey ear muffs to fall off and hang loosely on his neck.
He stood directly outside of the coffee shop that he worked at every Sunday, but this time he was the costumer, and his mocha felt like it was boiling in his cold hands, sending waves of greatly appreciated warmth running through it.
His black eyes were transfixed on the falling flurries, somewhat like a dream struck child. It wasn't unusual for him-- To lose all sense of reality and just stand somewhere, staring at anything that caught his wandering eyes.
And truly, why shouldn't he take the time to study the world?
He didn't stop himself from sticking out his tongue to catch a little flake, but at that very moment a lady walked out of the store behind him, shooting the teenager a disapproving look. "Aren't you little old for that?" She scofted, causing him to slam his mouth shut and blush. "S... Sorry." He muttered, scurrying away and completely forgetting to put on his earmuffs and instead fumbled to put his earbuds in. When he did finally one handedly put them in, his favorite song was already playing, much to his joy.
Snow was starting to cake to his boots by the time he passed by the flower shop that his parents ran. They wouldn't be home for at least an hour or two, and Torin was probably just getting off the bus, it having been delayed by the snow.
He picked up his pace, jogging down the sidewalk, clutching his coffee and now and then bringing it to his icy lips to take a refreshingly warm sip.
He finally skidded to a stop outside of his house, jumping up the steps up to the home painted grey. When he tested the knob, it swung open. Torin must've left it open for me. Huh, didn't Dad just get onto him for doing that last night?
He shrugged his own thoughts off, shaking all the snow off himself before stepping inside and making sure to lock the door behind him. "Hey, Bro? You left the door unlocked again. I'd start workin' on that, Dad's gonna blow a fuse about it someday." He yelled, taking his earbuds off and stuffing them and his earmuffs into his backpack, but keeping it secured to his back. He rather liked packing it around, even inside his own home.
He sighed, taking a sip of his coffee.
Silence. Finally, no kids yelling or fighting in the hallways of his school... No bullies picking on him for his art.
Wait. Silence? Not in the Archer's house, that never happened. Torin made sure of that, and he always replied when his beloved older brother responded. "Torin? Bro, where you at?" He yelled again, hand resting slightly on the wall while he waited for a response. None. "'Ey, hello? Torin!" He jogged across the kitchen, slipping out the back door.
"Oh God... Torin, get away from that!" Kylan growled, his voice coming out harsher than he meant. There was his little brother, standing in front of... Some kind of portal? What... Is that a forest? "What is that?" He muttered, slowly starting to walk towards the five year old.
His brother either didn't hear him, or didn't care. The curious little boy stumbled forward, tumbling through the portal.
Kylan didn't even think when he rushed in after him, leaping into the universal doorway.
He nearly blacked out when he flopped headfirst onto a limestone platform.
 
Rylie landed soundlessly on the stone dais. Any gusto he had mustered was sucked away by the harrowing journey through the hole in the woods. His fur stood on end and he felt ready to throw Kyle to the stone stairs as punishment for putting him through such a horrible experience. But he didn't. Kyle slid from his cat's back. A short figure -well, relatively short on average people's terms, short enough that even Kyle was able to tell, mostly because her torso was comparably long- was screaming "Noah!" into the forest. Kyle stood just up to the top of her sock and stared at her dark ankles for a while. He recognized those ankles... haha, not really. But the face that was all the up her legs, body, and arms was definitely familiar.
"I know you..." he said, though a name didn't come to mind.
 
"NOAH!" Cam threw all of her focus into that scream, finally causing a tiny Noah to echo back at her. A whoosh threw her off balance. She was surrounded by people appearing around her. She screamed again, this time out of terror. Ok, calm down. Honestly, this isn't the first time this has happened. And this isn't the first time I've seen that little guy or that cat, either.
"Kyle?" she stared down at the tiny man and waved a hand around at the landscape. "Are you somehow responsible for this?"
Then she stared up at a guy who reminded her of her father, with sparkling, clever brown eyes, though these had pretty gold flecks in them. "And who are you?" (sorry I'll stop posting and let y'all catch up now.)
 
Kevin rolled onto his side, staring at the alarm clock on the dresser next to his bed. It was two in the morning, and he was having a difficult time falling asleep.
He stood up abruptly, changing out of his sweatpants and into his normal clothes. He tied his hair into a bun and walked outside. He looked around, crossing his arms and squinting at the heavy layer of snow on the ground.
He closed his eyes, taking in the silence. That is, until screeching from his maternity coop snapped him out of it. Kevin grabbed his shotgun from off his porch and ran towards the coop.
He unlocked the door, and was greeted with some strange creature, and a glowing door. He cursed at the creature, shooting it. Once he was sure it was dead, he spun around, counting the chickens. He was missing six, one of the broodies and five of her chicks. There were no feathers, and the only place they could’ve gone was the sunlit forest on the other side of the door. “Mama? Deti?” Kevin called, swinging the gun over his shoulder and walking through the door. A wave of dizziness crashed over him, and he grimaced, leaning on a tree for support. “Mama!” He called again, relieved to hear the familiar clucking of a broody. He crouched down, sticking his arms out. “vot ty, ya volnovalsya,” he said as Mama jumped on his arm. He secured his grip on her, checking her over. She wasn’t hurt, not seriously at least. He tucked her under his arm, looking around for the babies. He found three more, setting each of the chickens through the portal and back into the coop.
Kevin turned around, spotting another chick. He picked it up, his hands getting a strange green glow as he healed its leg. He cooed unintelligible words at it, before suddenly realizing he wasn’t alone anymore. People were arriving, looking just as confused as he was.
“Eh... have you seen my chicken?” He asked, holding his hands out.
 
Snow. Why did it have to snow today? Admittedly, it did make for some nice pictures...
Lilith sighed, glowering around at anything that moved in her near vicinity. Of course her stupid car just had to break down on the day she had to do a couple's anniversary pictures and it was snowing.
And now here she was, walking down an icy sidewalk in Nashville. Cars. Curse 'em.
Her hand gripped her camera bag even tighter whenever someone passed by her, the possibility of being robbed of the valuable possessions and only means of income having crossed her mind several times.
She quickly crossed the road, eyes darting this way and that. A speeding car playing loud death metal turn a sharp corner suddenly, and would've run her over if she hadn't managed to jump onto the sidewalk in time. "Thanks a lot, idiots! Can't even look before you turn, 'cause that's so much work, huh?!" She yelled after it, getting several odd looks from passer byers.
She straightened out her hoodie, giving everyone one around her a sharp look before beginning to climb up the flight of stairs to her old apartment, and unlocking it when she got to it.
Slipping in, she locked it behind her. She slowly made her way of to her kitchen counter, setting her camera bag on it and looking around for Tru.
The pure black border collie came flying around the counter from the living room-- Most definitely having been napping on the couch, a favorite activity of the pup's. "Hey, boy. How you doing? Have fun while I was at work?" She murmured, getting down on her knees to give the dog a hug. "How about I find your leash and we let you go outside?" She cooed, getting up as the young dog gave several excited barks.
She reached over, grabbing his blue leash off the counter and hooking him up to it.
"Let's go, Tru."
She walked out to the living room, turning around to head out the door when a loud whoosh sounded behind her.
She whirled, hand on her knife. "Um... No? What is that?" She whispered, subconsciously gripping her dog's leash harder as her eyes stared at the blue rift in the middle of her home that seemingly lead to a dark forest.
She started to back.
Tru seemed to disagree.
The collie flung himself forward, literally dragging the frail girl after him.
When they emerged, they were standing in the middle of a huge limestone dias in the middle of those spooky woods.
Lilith checked to make sure Tru was still on his leash, knowing he was the last thing she had in her sorry life to care for. Satisfied that he was there, she turned on two younger teenagers standing near her. "Who are you? Where are we?"
 
Clary was sitting at the table eating as she looked at her phone. She stood up, grabbing her bowl and putting it into the sink. When she turned around, there was a door. “Huh,” she said, opening it. She poked her head out, looking at the people that were on the other side. There was a man grabbing chickens while speaking a strange language with a shotgun strapped to his back, another man just standing there, and- was that Cam? And Kyle and Rylie?
Her jaw dropped as she stepped through the portal. “Kyle?” She said, grinning down at the little man. She wasn’t expecting to see him, or anyone of them for that matter. “This is so weird. Did you do this?” She asked.
 
FrankieDoodle said:
Clary was sitting at the table eating as she looked at her phone. She stood up, grabbing her bowl and putting it into the sink. When she turned around, there was a door. “Huh,” she said, opening it. She poked her head out, looking at the people that were on the other side. There was a man grabbing chickens while speaking a strange language with a shotgun strapped to his back, another man just standing there, and- was that Cam? And Kyle and Rylie?
Her jaw dropped as she stepped through the portal. “Kyle?” She said, grinning down at the little man. She wasn’t expecting to see him, or anyone of them for that matter. “This is so weird. Did you do this?” She asked.
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Kyle looked up into a strange face. This one was harder to recognize, due to the short-cropped hair. Oh. It was that sarcastic girl. Wearing a very ironic shirt.
'Did you do this?'
"No, actually," Kyle admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "Did you happen to jump through a portal through the woods too? This is more than a coincidence."
 
AMERAUCANAS4REAL said:
"NOAH!" Cam threw all of her focus into that scream, finally causing a tiny Noah to echo back at her. A whoosh threw her off balance. She was surrounded by people appearing around her. She screamed again, this time out of terror. Ok, calm down. Honestly, this isn't the first time this has happened. And this isn't the first time I've seen that little guy or that cat, either.
"Kyle?" she stared down at the tiny man and waved a hand around at the landscape. "Are you somehow responsible for this?"
Then she stared up at a guy who reminded her of her father, with sparkling, clever brown eyes, though these had pretty gold flecks in them. "And who are you?" (sorry I'll stop posting and let y'all catch up now.)
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"Um..." Kylan took a step back, realizing how alone he was, other than these strangers surrounding him.
He sucked in a breath, gathering all of his courage up. "I'm Kylan Archer. I... Was just in my home, in Lexington. I... Do you know where my little brother is? He came through the... Erm, creepy space portal? He's small, five years old. Looks like me? But with curly hair. And his name's Torin, he sounds Irish." He sputtered, all of his words coming out in merely one breath.
FrankieDoodle said:
Kevin rolled onto his side, staring at the alarm clock on the dresser next to his bed. It was two in the morning, and he was having a difficult time falling asleep.
He stood up abruptly, changing out of his sweatpants and into his normal clothes. He tied his hair into a bun and walked outside. He looked around, crossing his arms and squinting at the heavy layer of snow on the ground.
He closed his eyes, taking in the silence. That is, until screeching from his maternity coop snapped him out of it. Kevin grabbed his shotgun from off his porch and ran towards the coop.
He unlocked the door, and was greeted with some strange creature, and a glowing door. He cursed at the creature, shooting it. Once he was sure it was dead, he spun around, counting the chickens. He was missing six, one of the broodies and five of her chicks. There were no feathers, and the only place they could’ve gone was the sunlit forest on the other side of the door. “Mama? Deti?” Kevin called, swinging the gun over his shoulder and walking through the door. A wave of dizziness crashed over him, and he grimaced, leaning on a tree for support. “Mama!” He called again, relieved to hear the familiar clucking of a broody. He crouched down, sticking his arms out. “vot ty, ya volnovalsya,” he said as Mama jumped on his arm. He secured his grip on her, checking her over. She wasn’t hurt, not seriously at least. He tucked her under his arm, looking around for the babies. He found three more, setting each of the chickens through the portal and back into the coop.
Kevin turned around, spotting another chick. He picked it up, his hands getting a strange green glow as he healed its leg. He cooed unintelligible words at it, before suddenly realizing he wasn’t alone anymore. People were arriving, looking just as confused as he was.
“Eh... have you seen my chicken?” He asked, holding his hands out.
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Lilith's cold eyes turned on the man. She tried to read him, and finally decided he was harmless and just as lost as her.
And also missing a chicken.
Interesting... "Here. Chicken." She said, leaning down and picking up a chick near her, allowing it to settle in her hand before holding it out to the burly Russian.
 

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