Shaun was surprisingly jumpy when he was alone... which was why he had his radio and was intending to get this over with quickly. As quickly as possible.
He knew he was just looking but, if he found some pens and paper, he wasn't going to just leave them there. Hadn't he been wishing for some pens and paper just the other day with the radio? That clearly meant that his first step would be... a desk.
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Your character finds a stapler. It doesn't seem very useful. It is still attached to an arm, that has long begun it's final stages of decay. Attached to the bracelet of the arm is a name. "R O R...." the rest is missing.
He made his way to one, only to find that it still had an occupant... an arm. He poked it warily with a stick, and it stayed there. “Good.” he told it, gingerly moving towards the desk drawers. Yep, there is was, notebooks and pens, nice and still there. He swiped one of the notebooks and a handful of pens, stuffing them... somewhere... for later. The notebook he had to hold, though. It was too big for pockets.
“Well, uh, bye Ror...?” he said, waving uneasily to the severed arm before moving quickly away...
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Your character finds a stray cat. It doesn't seem very friendly
“MRRROWOWLL!” Shaun leapt back as a feral cat shrieked at him, hissing and clawing at him as he apparently disturbed its resting spot underneath the desk.
“Geez!” he exclaimed, fending off its attack with his new notebook, “I'm sorry!”
The cat, whether it gave a damn about his apology or not, hissed at him again before running off.
“Rude.” Shaun huffed, moving deeper into the office...
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Your character turns the corner and finds one of the undying! They must remain quiet for a bit to avoid being caught. If your character wishes to fight it instead for some reason, the undying has 50 HP and does -5 auto damage.
A little rattled from the cat encounter, Shaun continued to move through the offices. He entered a hallway, moldy and gross with all sorts of unpleasant smells... and then he saw it. An undying, tall and black against the flickering emergency sign's red light and the flickering lights of the building.
Oh s**t. Shaun flipped off the radio and dodged into the nearest open room, praying it didn't see him...
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Your character notices a foul smell coming from the copier room. You notice that the copier has stopped running, but there are pages and pages of images that surround it. Each one depicts someone being brutally stabbed. It is difficult to look at.
Unfortunately, Shaun chose a very unpleasant room to hide in.
The first thing he noticed was the smell. The horrible, awful, putrid carrion-smell. A copier machine, dead for the moment, lurked in the corner. All around it, obscuring the pleasantly bland normalcy of the shelves and spare reams of paper were pictures. Horrible pictures of brutal stabbings, graphic and in color and repeating... everywhere and everywhere and everywhere.
Shaun swallowed back his vomit and began to back out of the room... only to hear, in the hallway behind him... movement.
Shaun had no choice but to hide, scrambling behind the copier and camouflaging himself with the depictions of murder. He hid there, quietly, surrounded by images of death and gore, hoping to whatever god could allow this sort of crazy s**t that he would get out of this building alive.
He waited in heart pounding silence, listening to the thing move outside, tromping down the hall slowly, ever so slowly. It was looking for him – it was totally looking for him.
Shaun waited, sweating, until he thought it might have passed before he carefully crawled out of the paper and to the doorway. He peered out, warily.
No sign of it.
He peered up, warily.
No sign of it.
Just for the sake of it, he checked down.
Also... no sign.
He breathed a sigh of relief and, with his slightly scratched paper and pens in tow, he got the hell out of that building, as fast and as quietly as he could.
He returned to the bandit camp, smiling and cocky as ever. “Yeah.” he said to one of them, “Don't go in there, unless you really want pens and broken copiers. Also, theres a monster.” he shrugged, “Not worth it.”
Inside, though, he was still shaking.
OOC
HP: 50/50
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer
Character's faction: Prison
Character's Rank: Recruit
Character's journal link: Link
Character's survival stats: View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER
Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Currently has a black eye. It sucks.
