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[Prompt 1 solo] In which Professor Voss makes a friend

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Ves

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PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 9:43 pm


A sensible person would take one look at the abandoned hospital and run the ******** away, and Professor Voss usually considers himself to be such a person on days where he isn't gawking around like a lost, frightened child reeling with infection through the suspiciously empty halls of the hospital. It's better than the casino, he can say that much, but the emptiness chills his blood like no other. He's suddenly glad for the sweater he acquired through scavenging the other day, although it does little to give him any psychological ease.

The sound of rats scurrying in the walls is loud and sets his nerves on end, as does the odd dripping of water from the ceiling. He's not even sure why he's been venturing deeper into the halls of the hospital, and it feels like the walls are drawing closer and closer to each other the further he goes. "Odd choice in architecture this place has," Voss murmurs to nobody in particular, gripping his cane so hard that his knuckles have turned white.

For a while, all that's heard are Voss's footsteps and the sound of his cane tapping along the linoleum floor. Occasionally he'll peek inside empty rooms, look for something of value, and typically wander back out empty-handed. It's possible the place has already been long since looted and there's nothing left. After inspecting what seems to be an old surgical ward, Voss comes outside to the sound of something scraping coming from behind the old professor. The noise alone is enough to make his skin crawl. There is no earthly way this is going to be good.

And yet, when he turns around to look with wide, terrified eyes, there's nothing but the darkness that's shrouding the rest of the hospital...

OOC: SCENARIO 1

Scenario requirements: Your character is lost inside the hospital. As the walls become narrower and narrower, they hear a strange scraping noise. They turn around, and see only darkness. As they turn around again, a shadowed figure begins to approach them steadily, a long rusted weapon dragging behind them. It is huge, spanning nearly ten feet. You can feel it breathing behind you, approaching closer.

Your character must RUN AWAY from this thing. Every time you make a post you take -10 damage as it chases you.

To run away, your character MUST take -20 damage OR, drop two items from their minis inventory to slow it down. Announce which items they are. Remove them from your inventory. If multiple characters in your party, all characters need to either drop 2 items or take the -20 damage.

When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter. Add only +5 infection if your character suffered NO DAMAGE.
Characters involved: Frederich Voss
Extra effect: Any player in your party [ carrying a flashlight ] will be able to shine it in dark places. This does an additional +1 damage every time they hit any sort of mob (including boss mobs!) when they flash it at them.

If you one person rolls a mob in a PRP/SOLO/ORP thread, nobody else in the thread has to roll for mobs! This post's effect is applicable to ALL characters, flashlight or none!

[Voss has no flashlight.]


OOC

[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100

Character's name: Frederich Voss
Character's faction: University
Character's journal link: Yo
Character's survival stats: Frederich Voss View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Frederich is a grim-faced old man with a wiry build, sunken eyes, and bony hands. He walks with a cane and carries himself with much importance, as he places a lot of stock in being seen as intimidating by others. Grey hair tied back in a short ponytail, ghostly pale skin, almost anachronistic way of dress. His coat is padded to make himself look bigger than he actually is.

PostPosted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:18 pm


The scraping echoes throughout the halls again, a dragging, miserable noise that sounded like metal on concrete, now accompanied by breathing. Remembering the eyes from earlier, Voss turns around, expecting them to be looking back at him. To have caught up with him.

Instead, he makes out something entirely different-- a humanoid form, albeit with an indistinguishably triangular head, laboriously dragging something that looks like a gnarled piece of rebar behind him with one hand; a positively charming fellow who is in no way meant to be based on a copyrighted character, just like Voss is in no way meant to be similar to a certain Satanic prosecutor. The professor tightens his lips in a grimace.

Voss nervously shifts his weight, facing forward and expecting the apparition to be gone when he looks back. "Well aren't you a pleasant one," he tells the creature, still not looking at it. Behind him, he hears a footstep, followed by the sound of scraping once more.

He slowly turns his head to see the creature approaching him.

"Oh. ...Oh. You're real this time," Voss frowns, pointing back over his shoulder. "I-I suppose you're not much of a conversationalist, are you?"

The creature wordlessly draws nearer, and Voss takes a step back.

"No, I guess not," he stammers, taking another step back and tucking his cane under his arm, preparing to run. His other hand reaches into his bag for a distraction, any distraction, to throw at the creature so he can make a break for it. His fingers brush against the terrycloth surface of a towel, and without thinking, he lobs it at the thing and starts to sprint off.

The towel drapes comically over the creature's head, and the rubber duck print really is not the most flattering pattern to adorn this thing. It does little to obstruct the monster's vision, if it even could see through that thing on its head. It actually looks momentarily taken aback at its new hat, holding up its free hand at Voss in a 'What the hell, man?' gesture.

Voss stops long enough to look back at the spectacle and shrugs back at the creature before reaching into his bag and throwing another towel at it, and it drops the rebar in exasperation to flail at the towels and try to shake them off like a dog that's been forced to wear a sweater, momentarily distracted as it flails its arms at its oversized head. Once it rips one of the towels off and throws it to the floor in exasperation, the professor is out of sight.

With his inventory now lighter with the loss of two towels and the creature's attention diverted at trying to get them off, Professor Voss hauls a** as far away from the surgical ward as his legs can carry him, not particularly concerned for the fact that his new friend has lost his trail. He stumbles into the lobby to catch his breath, leaning against the counter and wiping sweat from his brow. Maybe this isn't the best place to stick around.

OOC

[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100 (+5 for escaping Triangle Head)
-2 Towels from the minis site (will delete momentarily)

Character's name: Frederich Voss
Character's faction: University
Character's journal link: Yo
Character's survival stats: Frederich Voss View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Frederich is a grim-faced old man with a wiry build, sunken eyes, and bony hands. He walks with a cane and carries himself with much importance, as he places a lot of stock in being seen as intimidating by others. Grey hair tied back in a short ponytail, ghostly pale skin, almost anachronistic way of dress. His coat is padded to make himself look bigger than he actually is.


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{ ARCHIVED } ----------------- Day Zero, Sept 2015

 
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