Wataru's footfalls felt heavy. His skin was itching and he kept thinking he could still hear Momoka's voice, from those stupid phone calls. Momoka wasn't even - actually. Actually, Momoka was ******** dead, probably. He hadn't wanted to think about that. He'd split from Sawyer so she could do her unpleasant things on her own and he could find somewhere to nap far away from phantom phone calls.
But he didn't know where he was, which was an admittedly unfamiliar feeling. "Hey!" he yelled down the hallway, because that'd summoned Sawyer, before. "Are you there? Where are the ******** hospital rooms? With the beds?"
All he could see were hallways, and they were getting narrower and darker and - Wataru fumbled for his flashlight and switched it on. He needed to see where he was going, right? Was there an end to this hallway? There was some weird scraping going on behind him. "Cut it out," he said, because it was Wataru and he was prone to talking to himself. It kept happening. He turned around, shining his flashlight into...darkness. Weird. Maybe it was in a parallel corridor.
He kept going. Something kept scraping, and it sounded heavier and closer. There was no way - it had to be directly behind him. Wataru turned aga -
No, no, no. A huge ******** shadow loomed, with a giant metal thing lagging behind it. If Wataru knew anything it was that this thing wasn't friendly, especially since it hadn't even been trying to talk back. He booked it, heading straight for a corner and - and bumping into someone.
"Hey!" he called blindly, waving his flashlight around. "Keep going; this way! We can't - it's gonna - "
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: PRP; Wataru Sugimoto + Lennard "Lenny" Manchester Extra effect: flashlight +1 dmg; double mobs unnecessary
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infection: 25/100 Character's name: Wataru Sugimoto Character's faction: 3 Apartments Character's journal link:hey Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, angry-looking Japanese man with shaggy hair that's obviously been bleached red-orange. He's not especially distinctive.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:56 pm
Lennard really didn't know if he trusted going inside. Some wacko on the radio had talked about salvation, and it being a great idea to go inside. If he was living in a real life horror game, that sounded exactly like what a murderous psycho cultist would say.. right?
Yet the red head wandered inside the old hospital, inspecting a few things here and there trying to make out the place. Namely it was to get a feel for his surroundings. As he took in a deep breath, somewhere in the darkness he could hear the sound of metal scraping. His throat went dry, he swallowed nervously. He wished he had some source of light, he felt ******** lost in the darkness.
Just as he was about to turn around and head back outside, he turned to move left and ran right into someone's body. Grunting in surprise he made a startled noise. "What the hell?!" He called out in surprise. His eyes adjusted as the flashlight wavered around. Len knew that grumpy voice!
"Wataru...?" He whispered his green eyes dilating in fear. "W..what thing is..gunna..?" Lennard tried to ask, before everything came into focus. A dim massive shadow was just down the way.
The walls seemed narrower, and everything was closed in. But the real problem was what was causing the god awful scraping noises. There was no scream that rose in his throat, only a small sound of terror. "G-o..!" he whispered fearfully, turning around and grabbing for the other males hand and yanking him along.
Running was slow going with a bunch of s**t in his bags, he felt sluggish. Grabbing for the old moldy smelling water bottle he chucked it to the side as his sneakers thudded against the ground. "RUN!" His voice echoed.
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Dropped an Old Water Bottle Infection Bar: 25/100 Character's name: Lennard Manchester Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: ..:biggrinata::.. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lennard has thick, bright reddish auburn hair that is fluffy, and cut in a messy shaggy style. His eyes are a blue-green mixture. He stands roughly at 5'9", he is relatively fit and has developed shoulder muscles. He has a fairly well rounded athletic build.
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lol sorry fixed <3
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 12:04 am
Yeah, Wataru totally knew what was going on. Not.
But he hadn't let himself stop running for more than a couple seconds, while he processed what'd just happened to him. The problem was that the thing, whatever it was, was following, still. And even though he thought he was going faster - maybe even a little more so now that Lennard - Lennard! - was dragging him along. "What are you - " Wataru spat, barely able to comprehend that someone he knew was here. "You're alive? Are you throwing away water?"
Actually, would getting rid of things help Wataru run any faster? He reached into his bag and took out his moldy potato, lobbing it angrily over his shoulder. There was a thunk and a slight pause in the dragging sound - it'd done something, sure.
Maybe...
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infection: 20/100 Character's name: Wataru Sugimoto Character's faction: 3 Apartments Character's journal link:hey Character's survival stats: View; dumped moldy potato BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, angry-looking Japanese man with shaggy hair that's obviously been bleached red-orange. He's not especially distinctive.
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Lennard wasn't surprised the other didn't have a lot to say, he wasn't really even sure he knew what was going on. When Wataru's words came across as grumpy and tense, the red head felt for a brief moment frustrated. "Of course I'm alive! And just an Old Water Bottle...the water was weird colored, and smelled awful. I got a fresh one on me. I didn't want to risk drinking the other one; I just hadn't ditched it yet. The casino kinda was ya know distracting."
It was hard to run and talk, even for the athletic security guard. His breathing came a little quicker as he looked back. It was still there chasing them! What the ******** was this crap? Lennard was pretty sure they were being engaged by some kind of crazy ******** madness that he wasn't too keen on. The itching in his skin was beginning to get worse the longer they were in the presence of this weird thing.
This place its toll on him, and he wasn't about to die to some crazy shadow creature with a big a** knife. "This is some real ******** awful salvation." He growled angrily, recalling the voice over his radio. "This is ridiculous?!" He snarled as they were forced to keep running. His body felt lighter, and while it wasn't like he'd shed much it had made him feel rejuvenated in an odd sense. Lennard reached into his bag, and grabbed for another item. An old potato he was keeping to give to Sawyer emerged. He eyed it for a brief moment before chucking it away.
She'd have to find her kingdom of moldy potatoes some other way. He needed to try and lighten his burden. "Throw something else, we're losing it!" Lennard called out, looking up at the taller male.
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Tossed a moldy potato! Infection Rate: 30 (25+5 (no damage taken!) Character's name: Lennard Manchester Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: ..:biggrinata::.. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lennard has thick, bright reddish auburn hair that is fluffy, and cut in a messy shaggy style. His eyes are a blue-green mixture. He stands roughly at 5'9", he is relatively fit and has developed shoulder muscles. He has a fairly well rounded athletic build.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 10:18 pm
Losing it?
"Are we really?" Wataru called. He didn't want to waste time glancing back, after all. "I can't - I don't wanna..."
He heard his footsteps, and Lennard's slightly heavier ones beside him, keeping pace. Behind all of that was something worse, the scraping and the ominous presence of the shadow. It was like something was watching Wataru, only this was clearly much, much worse. "Okay," he said, pulling the potato out and lobbing it over his shoulder. "Is it gone?"
He couldn't hear anything, all of a sudden. He kept running anyway.
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infection: 25/100 Character's name: Wataru Sugimoto Character's faction: 3 Apartments Character's journal link:hey Character's survival stats: View; dumped moldy potato BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, angry-looking Japanese man with shaggy hair that's obviously been bleached red-orange. He's not especially distinctive.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 10:34 pm
Just like that the ******** thing was gone. No more clanking or scraping, no thunderous heavy footfalls. The shadowy monstrous apparition dissipated as both of them kept running, seeking an exit from the inside of the abandoned hospital. "It..just vanished yeah. Completely." Lennard's heavy footsteps slowed, coming to a halt as he turned around looking back the direction they'd come. He had wanted to make sure they weren’t being followed.
Now he was just shell shocked. Both that dropping gear had helped, and the fact they’d just been nearly destroyed by that thing.
Lennard was certain the hallway corridor had somehow widened. Everything looked normal. His eyes scanned over the details, trying to make heads or tails of whatever the ******** it was that had just happened. When he joked about being in a horror game, he hadn’t actually meant it. He worried at his bottom lip. "Let’s maybe go outside?" He encouraged the other male; the security guard quickly stepped back outside, gazing off into the foggy grounds beyond the old building. "Whatever's inside I don't want any part of it..." He wiped his brow off on his sleeve as he panted leaning over his knees for a moment.
"Hey..Wataru, are you holding up okay? I haven't seen you since before the casino." His loss of eyesight seemed like a faint memory, which was the least of his concerns now. Lennard's hand gently clasped the others arm, before giving him an awkward pat as if to make sure he was real. The red head tried to catch his breath as he itched at his arm idly as he chatted with the other now that they were safe.
For the moment.
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Infection Rate: 30 / 100 Character's name: Lennard Manchester Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: ..:biggrinata::.. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lennard has thick, bright reddish auburn hair that is fluffy, and cut in a messy shaggy style. His eyes are a blue-green mixture. He stands roughly at 5'9", he is relatively fit and has developed shoulder muscles. He has a fairly well rounded athletic build.
