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by **SaveYou** on Wed Aug 06, 2008 7:48 am

{{Right, this is the IC thread. I don't want to see OOC here, and all sign-ups are done in this thread. I want in character posts only please}}

Mariah Black is getting married. To a guy all her family and friends hate, with a burning passion. They're convinced he's going to hurt Mariah in some way. For months, they've been trying to get her to break off her engagement, but she refuses to do it. Her wedding is now a week away, and almost everyone is resigned to her marrying this guy. Except her two brothers, sister and three best friends. But what no-one knows is that Mariah's finace has threatened to kill her if she breaks off the wedding. The wedding day comes, and everyone is suprised when the bride fails to show. People go looking for the groom, only to find him dead, shot twice in the back of the head. There's a note left beside his body, from Mariah, explaining about what he threatened, and how she killed him, and ran off with her lover. People search, and no-one finds Mariah, only to find, a week later, she and her lover are wanted by the police for murdering and robbing a bank. Mariah's family are determined to find her, and get her away from her lover, and stop her from killing. But they have to find her, before the police do. Can they find the aptly nicknamed 'Black Mariah', before she's arrested?

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by **Sir Alban** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 7:23 am

Dean swung his gym bag over his shoulder and headed out of the house. He locked the front door and stepped into his black range rover. Firing up the engine, he rolled out of his driveway and headed towards the gym. As he drove he thought through various things as he always did when he drove, it helped keep himself occupied as he always found driving boring. However, today he wished the thoughts would just leave his head, because there was one in particular that would not stop coming to him. A troubled look came to his face as he thought this issue over. His sister Mariah was getting married in a weeks time, to a man the entire family agreed was not a suitable match and would not fit in with the rest of the familly. Mariah was admant though, a fact that drove into Dean's heart. He had called her many times trying to get her to break of the engagement, he had sent a huge number of emails to her, but she just wouldn't listen. The more people protested, the more she dug her heels in.

The range rover slowed as Dean applied the brakes, and turning a sharp right, entering the gym's car park. He found a free slot and skillfully manuvered his car into the space. He got out and grabbed his gym bad from the seat next to him, then locked the car with the push of a button on the keys as he headed towards the sports centre. When he got there he quickly changed out of his customary jeans, this time worn with a simple navy blue T-shirt. He quickly changed into tracksuits, and lef tthe same top on. He headed out into the gym, and began running on the treadmill. As he got into his weekly fitness routine, Dean was able to push thoughts of his sister to the back of his mind. But as he warmed down afterwards, and headed home, the same thoughts pushed there way to the front of his mind, and the troubled expression he had worn beforehand returned to his face.

by **SaveYou** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 7:46 am

Mariah sat in her brother's house, waiting for him to come home. He'd given her a set of spare keys after he moved in, in case she got in trouble. Right now, though, she was just going to yell at him for a while. Everywhere she went, someone said to her 'Mariah, break it off', and all it did was annoy her. Then again, what was she supposed to say? 'Sorry, but if I do that, my fiance is going to cut through my chest and rip out my heart?'. No, she didn't think that would go down too well.

Glancing at her watch, she got up from the kitchen table, and sat on the sofa in his living room. That way, as soon as he came in, she could yell at him, and feel slightly better. And after that, she'd go see Mikey. He always managed to cheer her up, but for now, all she could do was wait, and run over her rant in her head. Fiddling with a strand of her hair, she felt something vibrate in her pocket, before the lyrics of Within Temptation's 'Ice Queen' blared out. Pulling out her phone, she answered it without checking the caller ID.
"Hello?"

by **DCLXVI** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:12 am

"Hi darling, it's me," Nat said, lying upside-down on his staircase. He had the cord of the phone wrapped three times around his torso, the main part of the phone lay sideways, the wire attaching it to the wall was strung through the bars holding up the banister.
"I'm so lonely without you, dear," he said, "the voices are telling me to burn down my neighbor's house. You know what happened last time i tried that. Do you know a good lawyer? Just in case?"

by **SaveYou** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:17 am

Mariah tried not to yell. Yes, their relationship had been good at the start, minus all the problems Nat had, but God knows what made her accept his proposal. And now the 'voices' said that she had to marry him or she'd die.
"You know I don't like you calling me that. The lawyers on speed-dial if I need him, so if anything happens, phone me and I'll get him, and then you phone 911. Now, the blue pills are sitting beside the sink if you need them, don't take them all. You only need two. And for the love of God, Nat, don't flush them down the toilet again. You almost destroyed our house last time,"

by **DCLXVI** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:59 am

"But those pills don't taste good..." Nat said. "And what do you mean by 'don't flush them down the toilet again?' Did I do that?" Just then the microwave went off. "Hold up, honey bear, I need to untangle myself from the phone."

[[Got to go, sorry for the short one...]]

by **SaveYou** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 11:03 am

Mariah tried not to scream. She hated all the nicknames Nat had for her, and more than once, she'd tried to hit him because of it. Yes, you flushed the fucking pills down the toilet, as well as everything that stopped you from becoming a psycho, and the eye drops I needed at the time, so I wouldn't start going fucking blind, Nat, she thought, waiting for him to untangle himself and come back on the phone to talk more about something she didn't want to hear.

by **Purity** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 11:20 am

Mikey was getting ready for Mariah to come over, he knew she would be coming any minute now and he wanted to look good for her. He put the last finishing touches on his hair and applied his black eyeliner, he stood back from the mirror, "Wow I'm stunning" he said to himself. He went downstairs and made sure his house was spotless, he was a neat freak, everything had to be perfect including himself. He checked himself in the mirror one more time, checking for lint or any other error that needed to be fixed. He went to his computer to check his e-mail while he waited for Mariah to come over.

by **DCLXVI** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:54 pm

After a pause, Nat's voice came back on the phone, "Uh, sweetie?" he said, "Was it metal that you're not supposed to put in the microwave?" The little light on the side of the microwave was blinking, and the thing was beeping, but there were odd flashes of light coming from the inside. "Because all I did was put that Chinese take out in there...oh, I forgot they have the little metal handles...you think it's safe to open? Oh, and can you pick up a new propane tank?"

by **SaveYou** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 1:03 pm

Mariah actually slapped her forhead at that.
"No. You. Are. Not. Supposed. To. Put. Metal. In. The damn microwave, Nat. Leave it, and I;ll fix it when I get back from my brother's. Might as well pick up a new microwave as well as a propane tank. Wait, what do you need a propane tank for? What did you do to the last one, Nat? Wait, don't answer that. Nat, just leave the microwave alone, and don't go near the matches. Take two blue pills, and ignore the voices, because they aren't real. Ok?"

by **DCLXVI** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 1:37 pm

"Mariah," Nat said, "I'm not an idiot, you know. You don't need to treat me like I'm five years old. And it's just that when I tried to turn the stove on, nothing happened. And you know what happened last time I called the company to fill the thing up...and I...know the voices aren't...real. I just...can't...help it...when I listen to them... You know?" he sounded as if he was having trouble wording it properly. "You want me to take the pills? OK, I'll take the pills..." Nat held the phone to his ear with his shoulder, and picked up a small white bottle. I don't know why I have to take these, he thought. I'm not crazy. {You're right, you're not crazy. What are you taking those pills for? Yes, Nathaniel, what are you taking those pills for?} Nat put a pill in his hand, and filled a glass with water. "Leave me alone," he muttered. {I wonder what would happen if you set that on fire, Nathaniel.} What, this? he thought, holding up the second pill. "Mariah told me not to go near the matches, and there's no more propane," he murmured. {Why do you always listen to what she tells you, Nathaniel?} I love her. {She doesn't love you.} "Yes, she does," Nat said, louder this time. The auditory hallucinations continued, rising in volume. Several people started talking at once. Then Mariah's voice began playing itself in Nathaniel's head. {Nathaniel, what are you doing?} Thinking it was coming from the phone, Nat said, "oh, I'm taking the pills, like you told me to." {If you take medication, I'll love you. Take all the pills!} the false Mariah said, sounding angry. "What? You told me not to take all of them. I need to hang up, the voices are talking to me." But he didn't hang up, because he thought Mariah was still talking to him. {Nathaniel, I would love you more than anything if you burned down the house across the street. It's bigger and nicer than ours, and I don't like it there.} "But you told me not to touch the matches!" Nathaniel protested, still thinking he was talking to his finance. The other voices became louder and more persistent, and Mariah's voice became higher, and more irritating. {I hate you, Nathaniel! I wish you would die!} "Mariah!" Then he started saying what she was saying aloud. "I never want to see you again!" eh muttered, then, in normal volume, "but why, Mariah, what did I do? You don't treat me properly. You only think of yourself! No, I think of you all the time, in fact---I'm talking to...myself...aren't I?"
At that moment, the volume of the hallucinations in his head became too great. His voice rising to an eerily high pitch, Nathainel yelled into the phone, dropping it, as well as the glass of water.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

by **SaveYou** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 1:47 pm

"NATHANIEL!" Mariah screamed into the phone. Jesus Christ, he hadn't taken the pills on time. Fuck. Hanging up, she decided to rant at her brother later. Yes, she hated Nathaniel, but she didn't want him to die. Yet. Running out of his house, she quickly got in her car and started it. Slamming the accelerator, she sped the whole way to where she and Nathaniel lived, for now. She'd be moving out soon. Jumping out of the car, she slammed the door, and burst into the house.
"Nathaniel!" She yelled as she got into the house, before running into the kitchen, wondering if he'd lit a fire, or worse.

by **DCLXVI** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 2:24 pm

A porcelain plate came sailing for Mariah.
The kitchen was littered with the shattered remains of porcelain plates and glass cups, as well as come cracked plasticware. Nathaniel stood there, bits of broken glass and porcelain stuck to his skin and clothing.
"MARIAH!" he yelled, his face red, "YOU'RE DRIVING ME INSANE!"

by **SaveYou** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 2:34 pm

"NAT, CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" Mariah screamed as she ducked, so the plate wouldn't hit her. The plate shattered on the wall behind her, and bits of porcelain fell into her hair, and onto her coat.
"Nat, what's going on? Did you take your pills? Did you take both your pills?" Mariah warily started to approach him, hands up in an 'I surrender' gesture.
"Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. Just step away from where we keep the plates, and everything will be ok. The voices aren't real, Nat. I am. I want to help you. I really do," She took another step towards him, preparing to duck if she had to.
"I love you," She lied, but she looked like she meant it. She'd been lying about it for a while, but was glad that Nat didn't know that.
"Just calm down, and come here,"

by **DCLXVI** on Thu Aug 07, 2008 2:50 pm

Mariah began speaking to Nat. He could barely hear her over his own mind. He tried to make out what she was saying by reading her lips.
"Alligator food," she said, as she walked toward him. Well, OK, perhaps he wasn't the best lip reader.
"Just calm down," she said, as the voices went away completely, and left Nathaniel in an eerie silence, "and come here."
"I'm sorry," Nat said, "did I throw that plate at you? It's just that I..try so hard to get rid of...this..." He pointed at his head. His breathing was fast and hard, as if he had just run a marathon. "I can't tell if you're making it...worse...or better...oh...my head..." And with that, he fainted.

by **SaveYou** on Mon Aug 11, 2008 6:57 am

Mariah swore as Nat fainted, and knelt beside him. What did she do the last time this happened? She couldn't remember, but she couldn't let him die, not yet. She wracked her brains, but the solution wasn't coming to her. Shit. Pulling out her phone, she punched in 911, and explained what had happened. The ambulance arrived at their house within a few minutes, and Mariah watched as Nat was put on a stretcher, and put in the back of the ambulance. When it disappeared, she went back inside, cleaning up the mess Nat had made. Once all the broken glass and porcelain was in the bin, she went upstairs to change. It was easier now Nat was in hospital. Her and Mikey's affair had been going on for about five or six months, and Nat still didn't know, thankfully. Changing out of her jeans and jumper, she chose the short dress Mikey had given her as an early birthday present, seeing as he couldn't exactly show up to her birthday party, a few days after the wedding. Pulling on her stiletto heels, and her coat, she left the house, locking the door behind her, and climbed into her car. Starting it up, she drove to Mikey's house, and, when she was sure no-one she knew was around, she rang his doorbell, waiting for him to answer, looking around every few seconds.

by **DCLXVI** on Tue Aug 12, 2008 8:52 am

"OK, Mister Flint, if you take one of these before bed, and one before you wake up, you should be all right," the doctor said to Nathaniel.
"Where's Mariah?"
"Who?"
"My fiance! She hasn't been waiting for me?"
[[OK, how do you spell "fiance?" Because SeaMonkey doesn't know either.]]
"No. There was a lady in the house who called the ambulance, but she didn't come here."
Nat sat on the bench. He felt odd. Empty. It may have been because Mariah hadn't waited for him, or it may have been that he was no longer hearing voices in his head. Either way, Nat didn't like it.
"If I take this medicine, I won't hear the voices?"
"No," the doctor said.
"Not any of them?"
"Do you like hearing them?"
"When they tell me to do things, I don't. When they pretend to be Mariah and confuse me, I don't. But sometimes they just talk to me. Keep me company."
"I think that might just be your imagination. Schizophrenia doesn't typically work like that."
"Sometimes they tell me to do things that I've always been taught are right."
"That's your conscience."
"Oh. Where am I?"
"St. Joseph hospital."
"OK, then. I'll walk home."
"We've already called a taxi for you, Mister Flint. It's waiting for you outside."
Nathaniel thanked the doctor and walked outside. He got in the back seat of the taxi, where the driver told him the hospital would pay his fare. Nat nodded, not speaking during the entire ride home. Opening his front door, he saw that someone had cleaned up the broken dishes and glasses. It was late, and Mariah wasn't in the house. Singing the song he had stuck in his head to himself, he climbed the stairs to his bedroom.
"They're coming to take me away, ha ha, they're coming to take me away, ho ho, hee hee, ha ha, to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time..."
Oh, I hate this song. It's not music. It's like rap. Bad rap. {They make crazy sound like such a bad thing.} Yeah.

by **Purity** on Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:34 am

Mikey was reading his e-mails when he heard his doorbell rang. He looked out the window to see who was at his door it was Mariah, Mikey smiled. He's been waiting for at least an hour, he wondered what happened. He didn't care though as long as she came he was happy, but he was worried someone would find out about their affair sooner or later.
He opened the door seeing Mariah stand there waiting for him, he looked around to see if anyone was watching.
"Hey! What took you so long?" he asked leaning in to give her a hug and kiss. He opened the door to let her in.

by **SaveYou** on Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:45 am

Mariah smiled warmly as Mikey opened the door, but stepped inside and closed the door before kissing and hugging him back.
"Nat didn't take his pills, and took a freak attack. Some days, it feels like I'm just a nurse to him. He drives me fucking crazy," Pulling off her coat, she sat it on the arm of his chair as she walked into his living room, perfect as usual. Brushing some dust off her dress, she sat down on his sofa, wondering what life would be like if she had met Mikey sooner.
"I enjoy it more here than in my own home, you know that? And my family are still on my ass for me to break it off. I'd do it, too, if it weren't for the murder threats, and the fact he has to suffer for what he's put me through. Then again, that's why I have you. Your the only good thing in my life right now," A lot of the time, Mariah felt guilty for off-loading all her annoyances onto Mikey, but it was only because no-one else would listen to her.

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