Thread: Portal - Darkness Dawning (Black_Out and Eternal Thrill)

His eyes darted back towards the slamming door and a stunned gasp left his lips as he saw the sharp knife slash at Eve just as she was bringing the stout library door shut. He never noticed the thin crimson smear from the fresh slice that blade left upon her arm as his gaze was immediately drawn up towards her eyes as she quickly told him to bring the sofa over. His mind was already working that way though and without hesitation the nimble toed rogue turned and got one foot onto the sofa before he leaped over it. His shoulder dropped against the exquisite backing of the plush leather sofa as his legs began to churn. With a grunt that started out light and grew heavier he drove the sofa like a sled towards the door where the sound of the knife wielding plump head waitress cried out for them in low drowning groan. Hands grasped at the thick beaded top of the leather sofa as he spun it around a full ninety degrees as he drove it closer to the door. Working from one of the ends of the sofa he found the task easier as he pushed the opposite edge of the sofa straight towards Evelina and the door. Get out of the way. He grunted as he rammed the bulky leather arm rest right against the door just as Evelina spun out of the way. Did you lock it? He asked as he leaned down and clasped his hands beneath the bottom edge of the lush brown leather sofa. His body bent down again, and he bit his bottom lip hard as his shuffling feet brought the sofa to spin around again. The side of his body slammed up against the wall next to the doorway where the echoing thudding sounds of stabbing blades sinking into the hard wooden door resonated. With a grunt his hands released their hold on the bottom of the sofa, leaving the high sturdy back pressed up against the doorway. Immediately his eyes began to assess the luxorious room. Vast shelves of books were arranged with precision along the tapestry adorned rich wooden walls. A grand fire place was the centerpiece of the room, all four sides of which were fully opened and when lit would offer the warmth and glow of it's flames throughout the cozy chamber. There were smaller chairs, of the same styling as the sofa and his eyes settled on the nearest of them as he quickly darted towards the furnishing. Another echoing whack of the blade sinking into the door hinted at the persistent efforts of the zombiesque waitress working to get at them. With a heaving series of breaths Sebastian once more drove the thankfully smaller lounge chair over towards the waiting sofa. Pressing his body down again as he gritted his teeth the mildly muscular rogue strained as he turned the chair over on its end and deposited it atop the cushions of the barricading sofa. Whew. He exhaled as he looked over towards Evelina. Thanks for saying please. He offered in a dry breathy amused tone. Got any bright ideas now? His eyes slid away from her and over towards the series of long window panels that gazed out over the back gardens of the Thompson Estate. Maybe we should find a place to hide, at least until the night is past. I've always heard that undead don't care for the sun, though I can't speak from personal experience on that matter. He looked back towards Evelina as he adjusted the smaller lounge chair so it sat more securely atop the leather cushions of the bulky sofa. He flinched as the thick kitchen knife stabbed again and again at the stout wooden library door that for the moment kept the blood thirsty creature that Robin had been turned into at bay.