The thing wearing Fantasia's face couldn't help but breathe the heavy fog in like it was fresh air and exhale it in a pleasant sigh. Her skin itched but her purpose was known: and what faster way to get attention than to yell? People were so very helpful these days, whether out of kindness or out of convenience. What they didn't know was the way out, however, and she was determined to show them.
Soon, all of them would go Home.
"HELP!" she yelled, that smile twisting quickly into terror as she cupped her mouth. Feign an injury, find someone's blood to smear herself in for the job. She had to look perfect. "SOMEBODY! A-ANYBODY THERE?" Fear, rising panic, all in chorus with the howls of the trapped undying by the shed: all easy to mimic. Taysia had been such a good little coward for the most part.
ZOO EFFECT
Fantasia is trapped inside the ??? computer. (located in the secret area) She can communicate through the computer if anyone rps interacting with it but if the computer is smashed SHE DIES. She will remain trapped until someone realizes the fake Fantasia is a fake!
While you are trapped in the computer: - You also RP your "possessed" body form. It has assimilated Fantasia's memories so it plays a pretty good job of being her, with one exception - it is determined to infect as many people as possible.
Interact with as many people as possible. If your character makes contact with another character (touching them), that character's +infection rate goes up by 10. If a player spots your character is "fake" AND they do 10 damage to you, Fantasia is freed from the computer again. While in this fake form however, her dice are a phenomenal 2d12-6 (she does not differentiate between allies (bosses) and humans in this mode.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 3:09 pm
Despite her best efforts - which, in all honesty were next to none thanks to her deranged state and hallucination fueled mind (It was a little better, but not by much) - Juliette didn't make it too far from the shed. It was more like earnest circles, gravitating outward to the rest of the outside areas of the hospital grounds before just winding up right back at the foreboding shed that housed the noises and limbs.
So, Fantasia or at least the fake one, would find herself encountering the elderly woman yet again. Though, to this one, the first time. "Oh Y-you!" Or was it? It might not be, it could be another trick of her mind and of the fog. Someone had mentioned earlier that so much wasn't real here and seeing a somewhat familiar face could easily be apart of it. Juliette scratched at her arm nervously.
But those injuries, "Oh goodness, d-dear!" She made her way over but hovered over the girl, not touching her despite the company. The older woman didn't want to meet disappointment when realizing this was just another facade.
medigel
might as well keep the poor woman here and maybe someday she'll have a thing against sheds ~
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[ Infection Rate ]: 45 /100
Character's name: Juliette Carver Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:meep Character's survival stats: meep BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 60, female, tall and lean, mostly grey long hair with bits of her remaining black. Misses her cats from old and now the new. Wearing simple slacks and a sweater with an umbrella patch on it. - Has a flashlight (actually 2...)
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 3:23 pm
She whimpered as a familiar face emerged from the fog and limped over, feigning a sprained ankle. "You," she breathed raggedly, like she had just been in a fight with one of the mobs. One more step, and—
Too much weight on that foot. She fell to the ground with a grunt and cursed herself. With smears of blood everywhere, it was hard to tell where there were fresh wounds, if any. Taysia clutched at her ankle and gave the woman a pitiful look. "D'you have anything?" she begged, reaching out. (Touch her, bring her home—) "It got me bad, those s-stupid shadow ******** class="spoiler-wrapper spoiler-hidden">
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0/100 Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, goggles, and a hat.
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CONVENIENCE EH
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 3:41 pm
The distance between them dwindled easily, but still Juliette stopped short as she rushed further towards the girl once she fell to the ground. Her hands were clutched to the sides of her face, just behind her ears and tangled into her own hair as she muttered to herself, "pleasebereal, pleasebereal." And injured hallucination would be cruel.
But Fantasia's image didn't seem to fade like the others that only lasted so long and taunted her. The injured "girl" was still there, still bleeding and hurt before her eyes. Not disappearing as the older woman stood above her. "I..." She accounted for her supplies; some clothing, a little bit of food, a random piece of coal... but nothing she could think to help the poor girl. She used to work in a bank, was never much of a survivalist, so how could these be administered or helpful? (And really, would anyone want her to try like this?
Juliette fell to her knees next to her, "M-maybe the radio," but as she brought it out and pressed the button all she got was the usual static and pops, a few broken messages like before. "I'm sorry, I don't... I'm sorry." She reached out and placed a gentle hand on "Fantasia's" shoulder. An apology perhaps or comfort.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 45 /100
Character's name: Juliette Carver Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:meep Character's survival stats: meep BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 60, female, tall and lean, mostly grey long hair with bits of her remaining black. Misses her cats from old and now the new. Wearing simple slacks and a sweater with an umbrella patch on it. - Has a flashlight (actually 2...)
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 4:04 pm
She leaned into the touch and grasped the woman's shoulder in turn. Taysia's faint smile could have easily been construed as thankful she had company at all.
"It's hard out here," she said a little softly. "You see some weird s**t, right? I did too. I saw Daddy..." She placed a pause then and squeezed her shoulder. "But I'm here, okay? I'm real. Just don't lemme go. We'll make it together."
She glanced at the radio curiously. "We got shitty reception, but, like...maybe if you yell 'shed' at it over and over someone might come over?" Damn the stupid thing for being inaccessible now; more could have been reached through it.
chirigami
+10 infection!
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0/100 Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, goggles, and a hat.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 4:18 pm
Juliette flinched at the contact, a real and solid touch. It had been an uncontrollable action, she would have apologized if it weren't for the sudden pain in her head. A feeling she had thought was finally on the recession but had crept its way back. Her head felt more heavy, more hot and she hand to press her palm against her forehead for a moment to catch her breath.
"Yes..." she replied weakly, but didn't divulge further about it. She inhaled deeply, trying to settle the wave that had come over her. "Do.. you you think we can make it inside?" It was a thought, despite what was inside but what also resided within the walls was medical supplies. Or so it was supposed to.
But Fantasia was making other suggestions, and finding others to help didn't sound too bad at all. Weakly, the woman pulled the radio back to her lips and pressed the button, repeating the single word a few times in hopes that someone would hear her.
medigel
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[ Infection Rate ]: 45+10 = 55 /100
Character's name: Juliette Carver Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:meep Character's survival stats: meep BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 60, female, tall and lean, mostly grey long hair with bits of her remaining black. Misses her cats from old and now the new. Wearing simple slacks and a sweater with an umbrella patch on it. - Has a flashlight (actually 2...)
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 4:43 pm
And someone did hear her.
She hadn't used the radio hardly at all, but when she and her husband had yet to find any of their other faction members, she'd given it a try just in case. The words she'd heard had been static and choppy at best, but, considering the word "shed" with the yells for help she'd heard minutes before, somehow managed to track the direction towards the building.
The fog was dense, but it was clear what the shed was holding and Lola had no intentions of approaching it any further than she had to. The young girl with dreadlocks and older woman soon came into vision - had they been the ones screaming?
"What's going on?" Her hand remained on the hilt of her knife, though she kept it in the waistband for the time being. "I heard screaming - are you two alright?"
While concerned, she remained several yards away. After the last hallucination involving a little girl, she wasn't about to get tricked again. She needed proof - how could she ensure that this wasn't another illusion of the fog?
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100 Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby woman with bleached-blonde teased hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt. Typically somewhat clever, though has never had to adjust to a situation quite like this one before.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 5:38 pm
Rajni was sour to see three people surrounding something; she'd had enough fighting, thank you.
She was even more sour to see it was Fantasia.
But something wasn't right. Fantasia wasn't normally so open, nor was she so stupid as to stay near someone yelling in the middle of an undying forest.
"Shut up," she hissed at Juliette. "There are creatures out there you batty old woman, you will get us all killed!" She kept her distance from the others, watching them warily. "Taysia ... you went into the hospital. Why have you now returned?"
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Character's Name: Rajni Patel Character's Faction: Apartments Character's Journal Link:here Character's Survival Stats:Rajni PatelView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Indian, hooked nose, average height, thin black hair, thick green headband, aviators
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 5:56 pm
"Inside's probably safer," she murmured with a nod, her thumb now stroking the woman's shoulder in reassurance. "It's got some shadows in there, but if we just get a group going, I bet we could clear it out." Taysia seemed to lean in closer with each repetition of the word, eager to hear a response even if it was broken static for the most part.
She lifted her head as she heard footsteps approaching: first, a stranger; second, Rajni. The latter made her eyes widen; it was a natural response.
"It's the fog," she whispered to Juliette quickly, her fingers digging in. "They're just messing with us some more, bringing in people who'd hurt us. They're going to try and stop us from going to the hospital, they're gonna attack us if we turn our backs. You need to help me." As if she was owed for not being able to get properly treated.
Wincing, Taysia pushed herself to her feet, favoring one. The blood streaked across her skin and clothes made her strike a gruesome sight. "Got in a bad fight there," she explained shakily, looking ready to fall over if someone didn't help steady her. "I saw s**t, guys. You have to go see, i-it's...It's ********' unreal. Not ghost s**t neither, I'm talkin' source of the virus and everything."
chirigami
+10 infection again.....
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0/100 Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, goggles, and a hat.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:29 pm
Source of the virus?
Lola stared at the girl as she spoke, her eyes falling down to her attire. There was blood everywhere, clothes, face - she had definitely seen some sort of fight, but where was her weapon? How was she even able to stand up, after being attacked like that?
Her stumbling answered at least one of her questions, Lola still too uneasy to assist the stranger. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. The last thing she'd touched had knocked her flat on her a**, the ghost before that had scared the s**t out of her.
"How...how did you find the source?" Her voice wavered for a moment while she attempted to collect herself. Then, the Indian girl appeared from out of nowhere, startling her. She seemed to know the two of them - were they friends? Part of a group? Her question to the bleeding girl surprised Lola enough to blurt out, "You went into the hospital?"
Virus source or not, there was no way in hell that she was going into that creepy building. The Casino had already nearly killed her, she wasn't going to naively walk into the hospital and become zombie fodder.
She took a step back, away from both the newcomer and the duo who were whispering to one another. "Are you yankin' my leg? What is the source, then?"
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100 Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby woman with bleached-blonde teased hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt. Typically somewhat clever, though has never had to adjust to a situation quite like this one before.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:58 pm
So Wataru didn't really know...what he was doing here? He'd just been stumbling around trying to find someone not in a bunny suit, and maybe with an umbrella. He hadn't been here long enough to know what was going on...right?
Then again, he never knew what was going on, lately. "Hey?" he asked, jogging nearer to the group. He remembered candle girl - er - her name probably wasn't candle, but Wataru mostly only knew her because she'd given him one in exchange for a can of juice. There was someone was a knife...the old lady who'd touched his cheeks, in the casino. The last person was a black girl who he'd seen sometimes on the stairs, but who he couldn't quite name.
Had someone said something about the source of the infection? Distantly, he remembered a kid sitting down, jaw broken, and grilling him about it. "Does - do you mean the source of. Of undying?"
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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 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.
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:59 pm
Well that was just too obvious.
"She's lying," Rajni said easily. Rajni had told Fantasia her advice regarding staying in the hospital. That, and that there was no cure. "What did you do with the real Fantasia hm?" She smacked her crowbar against her hand. "Or did you kill her too?"
Rajni turned to the other person present. "Do not touch her. They infect you by touching you."
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Character's Name: Rajni Patel Character's Faction: Apartments Character's Journal Link:here Character's Survival Stats:Rajni PatelView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Indian, hooked nose, average height, thin black hair, thick green headband, aviators
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:49 pm
Only about half of of Rajni's insulting words began to register, the latter becoming nothing but a jumbled mess in her head as Fantasia's fingers dug deeper into the older woman's shoulders. Something about the creatures. Even those words, those that were attempting to be soothing sounded muffled. Whatever this Fantasia was doing was working.
Juliette could feel her fever rising, everything was beginning to spin and her vision grew hazy. The old woman staggered out a breathe. Her hands! Her hands! Something was wrong. Her whole body ached, itched all over. She turned her head up to those who had gathered with wild wide eyes. Hazy. Jumbled.
"Somethi-" but she didn't get the rest out as she finally pulled out of Fantasia's grip. Not out of fear of the girl but fear of herself. Something was wrong. She was getting worse. They needed to get away from her!
"Hospital..." It sounded like a great idea right now.
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ack. Awkward tag from work
who ever else is here aaah! I am at work
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[ Infection Rate ]: 65/100
Character's name: Juliette Carver Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:meep Character's survival stats: meep BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 60, female, tall and lean, mostly grey long hair with bits of her remaining black. Misses her cats from old and now the new. Wearing simple slacks and a sweater with an umbrella patch on it. - Has a flashlight (actually 2...)
"I followed a map," she explained, leaving Juliette to her own growing insanity. There were more to take care of. "Found pieces of it around here. Led me to the maintenance entrance at the back. There was a whole basement down there, completely untouched."
And then Rajni had to open her mouth. Scowling, she pulled out her shovel and use it as a crutch, taking the act all the way as long as possible.
"Ms. Hostile here doesn't wanna believe anything anyone says," the teen hissed. Agitation? Pain? "Like she's ever cared about the rest of us at Clearview anyway. She'd rather believe we were killing each other than go to safety together! She's lost focus."
Using the shovel like a crude crowbar, she forced Wataru away from her. Isolate, infect, that was all that mattered.
"There was a computer down there still working. Showed me all sorts of things, Raj. You wanna know what I know? Any of you?" she threw at them. "'Cause I won't say a damn word if you decide to join her in crazy town. In fact, Raj, I'm starting to wonder if you're not looking a little green yourself."
HP: 50 (0/10 damage to bring back real Fantasia) Damage: 3 Target: Wataru
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0/100 Character's name: Fantasia Moore Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5ft even African American with dreads, dark eyes, and a very hard to read affect. wears tan sweater, gloves, goggles, and a hat.
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thyPOPE
rolled a dice in thread since i couldn't decide sorry u...
The girls obviously have a tiff with one another and Lola was good and prepared to leave them to their arguing when the bloody one suddenly decided to take a shovel to the man who'd approached the scene with his own questions.
"Hey - what the hell?" She withdrew her knife and swung it out towards the girl. Shorty might be crazy, but hopefully she was sensible enough to move away from pointy objects. Her brain was still trying to register the words leaving Bloody Chick's - or Fantasia, as the headband girl called her - mouth.
You're so gullible, falling for another trap.
Computers? During the apocalypse? No, no this was not right. It was all starting to make sense to her. This was another trick, had to be.
"There isn't any power in the city, so how can there be a working computer?"
Now she was mad. How the hell was she letting this fog get to her again and again? She was going to put an end to this - now.
Hp: 40/50 Damage: 5 (knife: 2d4 -2)
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100 Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby woman with bleached-blonde teased hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt. Typically somewhat clever, though has never had to adjust to a situation quite like this one before.
Character's name: Juliette Carver 
