Turning the corner she froze, her eyes staring forward as a familiar figure stood near the window. Gillian was gone but it didn’t matter to Harper’s mind. The soft grey light made it clear for her to see as a gasp escaped from her lips, “Corey.”
The voices rose in their chatter, she pushed them aside in her head as she ran forward stopping only a few feet in front of the figure. “Corey! You made it, this place, it’s so crazy the fog is everywhere and the voices. These are these voices they kept talking. One sounds like you. It keeps telling me I am infected, I know that, but it likes to keep reminding me. I am glad you made it out of the casino, I lost everyone, I tried to look for the others but the fog, the fog is so thick. I found this place though. Is anyone else here? Oh I also found Gillian, he still as mean as ever and a p***k who has something stuck too far up his a**. The voices don’t like him much, paranoia and always wanting to be reasonable. Why…” Words and words kept tumbling out before she paused standing there staring at the crooked grin plastered on Corey’s face.
“Why aren’t you talking Corey?” She wanted to extend out a hand, curl her fingers around Corey, to remember what sanity was even for a brief moment.
Corey laughed, she continued to laugh the pitch growing higher as it became more erratic in behavior. Like venom on her lips she spoke, the crooked grin still lingering on her face.
“Your still alive?” The words sank like a knife into Harper’s heart, the voices mockingly laughed at her from the shadows. All this time she had spend looking for her and there she was questioning her life.
“What… do you mean?” Harper’s words stumbled; trying to find the reasoning for the question she had given.
“You know this is all your fault, you should have saved me first and then there you go purchasing yourself first in the casino. You were so eager to let me die weren’t you? Oh look at Harper, saving herself, and then feeling bad about it afterwards.” Corey slowly started to walk around her, the crooked grin slowly getting larger, as her skin turned darker, greyer as if trying to mesh into the sky. “Meanwhile everyone else is doing the best they can to save one another as you sat there drinking. What did you do Harper? Nothing. You should have died there.” Her eyes slowly started to sink in as the grin seemed to grow even wider as the cheeks gave way, Corey’s flesh was slowly rotting as Harper stood there.
Her eyes were wide, the voices still chuckling as Harper tried to make sense of everything spoken. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.” Repeating over and over as the rotting flesh made it even harder for her to see whom Corey was anymore.
“Too late, too late, you got here too late.” The voices chimed in as Harper raised her hand, pausing it in mid air as the infected corpse began to laugh. “Corey? Why?”
“You should have just let them eaten you. At least then you would have been of some use.” The face started to crumble as it spoke the last bit of its voice raspy as it started to fade to grey. Harper crouched down her hands pressed tightly across her ears. She tried to shake her head, tears running down her cheeks as the thought of failure repeated over and over.
“No, no, no, no, no.” Corey’s body crumbled to dust, fading away into the grey leaving Harper alone again with Gillian.
OOC: [ PROMPT 3 ] [INSIDE ] Loss
Scenario requirements: Your character turns the corner and is suddenly greeted by an apparition of character of your choice, from either this meta OR from before it in their lives that was important to them. That character begins to talk to them, as if they were that person (just rp it out yourself for that part, as this is what your character THINKS is that character). Your character is CONVINCED that this is this person, and they are alive.
The apparition begins to accuse your character of things. They could be anywhere from "why are you making these choices" to "you did __ wrong". You feel paranoia and regret. If you are rping with multiple characters, for this part, you CANNOT see anything other than the apparition. The more they talk, the more the apparition's face, and body begins to rot, as if rapidly going through the stages of the infection. At the very end, you are left talking to an Infected version of the apparition, before it dissolves away. Their accusations never leave you
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter.
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 ]: 20 + 10 = 30/100
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)
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