The fog was still relentless, as each step seemed to almost seem to take even longer than the previous one. It itched under the sweater, up her arms, even her own cheeks felt wrong and prickly as Harper kept moving through the fog. Shadows darting, the infected, she could still hear them breathing growing closer and than fading back into the fog. Corey’s and her sister’s voices kept whispering, words in her head as she kept shaking her head slowly.
“Not going to make it. Infected, we don’t want you. Die go ahead.”
“No, no no no no no.” She kept saying to herself over and over, it was right, the whole place was wrong she wasn’t wrong. More movements, others there were growing closer to something that stood as an obstacle in the fog. Pair of rusted gates stood in front of Harper, beyond was buildings, things, vehicles, and abandonment. The university? No that wasn’t right no, she told herself looking at it closer her mind trying to shift itself out of the greyness.
Hospital yes.
That was the word her mind had been searching for, a place of care, of healing. Harper remained standing there in front. The whispers beckoning to return to the fog, the other saying go in it would help she would heal. The voice startled Harper as she sung around; her fist held high ready to deal with whatever apparition could now speak. First they didn’t want to speak, they just stood there in the fog, ignoring her and now as soon as she found something they wanted to care. The voices laughed, taunting her it wasn’t real, he was imaginary just a figment in her mind.
“Yes, I am Harper, as far as I am aware that is. Are you though? Are you really that germ-a-phob or are you really just some b*****d thing? Are you and this hospital all one thing?”
OOC: [ PROMPT 7 ] [ OUTSIDE ] Promise
Scenario requirements: This event can only be rped with TWO or more people. One of the characters begins to lose their mind, convinced that a someone is talking to them, telling them there is safety beyond the fog. They begin to drag the other character that direction as well.
The other character now has the option to fight back with that player, or accept. If they follow, the first player will continue to talk about this imaginary person talking to them (make one up, base it on a person close to that character) has promised them an increasingly more ludicrous count of promises (you can make these up). They get stranger and more unrealistic.
This rp continues until the second character being dragged realizes something is up with the first character. They can choose to roll 1d6 to drag the character back towards the hospital away from the thickness of the fog. If the roll even, they succeed, if they roll odd, the other character continues to drag them. Continue this RP until the second character has rolled 1d6 and rolled even successfully to drag the other player out. Characters involved: PRP - Harper Caine and Gillian Silverstein Extra effect: This effect is stacked with the above effect.
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!
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
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Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
musicaloner7
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 11:34 am
[ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100
These additional voices were something Gillian was actually starting to get annoyed with. While used to his on negative, and critical voices that came with his natural paranoia, these clashed. He was constantly flickering his eyes side to side, scoping out any sign of someone being near him, someone staring at him, watching...
As he kept aimlessly wandering, he could slowly see the makings of something come in a clearing ahead of him. But he wasn't going to fall for this again... he didn't let himself even accept the sight until it was right there standing before him; a building. Now after the casino event, he was skeptical with any sort of foreign housing. Who knew who could be lurking here... or what.
But not only did the run down hospital draw his attention, but another... figure. Another person! Staring for awhile, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. Surely another trick... approaching with caution, he didn't allow himself to get too terribly close so as not to land himself into possible harms way. But if his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, the figure looked surprisingly familiar. He didn't know anyone here, but he had come in contact with three individuals so far, this looking to be the first one.
"Harper?" he called out, for clarity, "Are you truly yourself, or another game my minds chosen to play with me?"
OOC
Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
hanging gallow
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musicaloner7
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stella cinere
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 11:47 am
The voice startled Harper as she sung around; her fist held high ready to deal with whatever apparition could now speak. First they didn’t want to speak, they just stood there in the fog, ignoring her and now as soon as she found something they wanted to care. The voices laughed, taunting her it wasn’t real, he was imaginary just a figment in her mind.
“Yes, I am Harper, as far as I am aware that is. Are you though? Are you really that germ-a-phob or are you really just some b*****d thing? Are you and this hospital all one thing?”
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 - 5 = 20 /100
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Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
musicaloner7
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 12:13 pm
[ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100
The raised fist was a surprise, causing him to involuntarily take a step back from the threatening pose. Brow raising before furrowing firmly, he snorted lightly, "As I already informed you in our last meeting, I'm not a germaphobe. That'd be troublesome considering the field of study I'm in." the voices whispered softly their disapproval, hinting at things that seemed silly and untrue... but did toy with his uneasy state.
Looking behind Harper, he eyed the hospital himself. Stepping towards it, he gave the girl a wide berth to near the gates, reaching out slowly to touch the metal bars. When contact was made, he let his fingers curl around them one by one, "This seems to be real too.." he confirmed.
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Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
hanging gallow
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musicaloner7
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stella cinere
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 12:29 pm
Harper lowed her arms as she continued to keep her eyes darting towards the shadows as the edgy feeling of anger wore off slowly. “I guess you must be Gillian then.” Only someone like him would have easily responded in such a manner, stuffy and still talking like a professor dealing with a student. It wasn’t really who she wanted to see, not at the moment, he would never make her feel any better dealing with the situation at hand.
Turning her attention back to the gate she stared for a few minutes before walking closer to where he stood. The voices lingering, it was wrong, they shouldn’t stay there. They should leave, Harper mind insisting that this was not safe. There was something better further in; they would be able to find it soon if they kept moving. Ignoring is
“We should go, back to the fog, there is a better place that isn’t here. Or so she says.” She snatched at his hand, not hesitating to hear even his own response. Push forward, Harper thought holding a tight grip around his wrist, she pulled him taking a few steps away from the hospital.
“Corey says if we keep moving this away there is a abandoned city. Someone, someone has been dropping supplies and we could hole out there for days. Corey wouldn’t lie, no. If we keep moving we will find it.”
[ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100
OOC
Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
With a flat expression taking to his face, he shook his head lightly with a silent sigh. They'd gotten out of that fog, and now had this rickity hospital to decide on whether to go in or not. It wasn't safe outside, where all the undying and infected resided...
Although he too was infected now, wasn't he..? At least that's what the man at the casino had said. Staring at the abandoned building, his mind churning to figure out the best course of action, he stiffened considerably when he felt a hand take his. Actual physical contact by another! Shocked, he whipped around to look to Harper, as well as stumble a little after her as she pulled him along away from the hospital. It was odd, her sudden determination to be away from the building, making his brows crinkle, and his heels try to dig into the ground in defiance.
"Why would she want us back in that? We were lost, wandering around and were lucky enough to find this place. Something solid, and concrete." Shaking his head, he pulled up his arm that she had taken custody of, to try and pull her back towards him instead, "If we go back in there, we'll just get lost again, and probably killed by those undying." he gave pause, that skeptical look returning, his lips pressing, and eyes rolling off to the side, "Besides... apparently she wants us to stay alive..." or so she said. But he wasn't buying it, still, and the voices whispering to him agreed.
OOC
Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
hanging gallow
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musicaloner7
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stella cinere
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 1:43 pm
Harper stopped, still holding Gillian wrist tightly as she tried to sort out her thoughts again. The voices all eagerly badgering her, to keep moving, to leave the place, that what lurked there wasn’t a hospital anymore it was something far worse than her own mind could even imagine. Yet what he said was true, it was a concrete place, or at least looked concrete enough, she could still feel the cold touch of the bars on her fingertips. Letting go of his wrist she turned around, her expression was a tired one before she looked past him towards the rusted gates. The voice of Corey still chiming in her head to leave, to come join her in the fog before focusing its attention on Gillian and his own comment about staying alive.
“Fine.” Her voice was flat as she crossed her arms across her chest; the thought of Corey betraying anyone from the university was preposterous. The only real problem was if the voice was real, or just another crazy inkling from the fog. Since Gillian was real there was less of a chance to not at least attempt to believe him. Taking a few steps forward she stood next to him, “Sorry.”
[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100
OOC
Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
