OOC: SCENARIO Prompt 8 Safety
Scenario requirements:Your character finds a campfire, and there's a few people settled around it. The people stationed at the campfire are fixated at it,and almost say nothing to you. You can (and any other players in the thread) talk to them as you wish. When you are done talking to them all, this event is over!
Character 1: A girl with long black hair. She stares into the campfire and continues to say the words she lied over and over.
Character 2: A balding, old man. He begins to recount a story about his past, about how he was a fisherman. All he fished up were dead bodies. He continues to talk about fishing up his friends. He continues to talk about his wife and how he fished her up too. The story gets more and more morbid.
Character 3: A small boy, maybe five years old. He is looking straight at you the entire time. As you approach him, he whispers I know why this is is happening. If you question him further he doesn't say anything. However if you bribe him with a food item (DISCARD IMMEDIATELY AFTER) he will take it and continue speaking. I am Peter Pan. You blink, and as you do, you realize it wasn't a child at all, but simply an skeleton corpse of a child.
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter
Characters involved: Charlotte Dee "Shard" Williams
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.
This effect ends once the next [ effect in this thread ] is posted up!
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!
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Shard continued to try to walk around the hospital's grounds staying close to the wall. She was kept from the darkest corners by the ominous vines growing up the side of the structure. In her mind, anything that was still growing in the current chaos was, if not in and of itself evil, had made some kind of deal with it.
Several twists and turns later, Shard had lost sight of the building, but was on some kind of footpath leading across a vast, empty expanse. Tangled and uncut grass bearing an oily look in the dim starlight leaned across the edges of the path, and Shard stayed right in the center.
After several minutes of plodding along, Shard discovered the path lead to a gazebo in what she figured might be the center of a courtyard. The bright white paint stood in stark contrast to the oily fog that was closing in...
“...the fog?...” The part of Shard that was her self-preservation thought in panic. “When did that creep back in?” She stepped quickly to the gazebo, still shining in the starlight and jumped up the stairs onto the inlaid floor.
The fog continued to roll in, but, to Shard's amazement, it didn't actually enter the gazebo. It hovered and rolled and billowed just outside the structure's eight sides. Not really knowing why, Shard began to believe she might be safe from what might be in the fog...
A cry of unimaginable sorrow erupted from behind her... Shard spun and saw... the fog. “I'm so sorry for your loss...” came a voice over her left shoulder. “What was her name?” Shard realized with a start that the voice was her Uncle Oscar. “We were going to name her 'Charlotte Dee'” came the pained voice of... her father???
The childlike part of Shard's head spun. “What's going on?” The voices continued, with her whirling around to catch their directions. “Losing a child in childbirth is a terrible thing,” continued the voice of her long-dead uncle. “I may know someone across the border who will be able to help Melinda though the loss...”
The voices faded and the fog began to dissipate … it slinked away like a predator who, knowing it has wounded its prey, now only has to wait for it to collapse from blood loss.
Shard's personality was opened to the void... She felt lost, alone, and confused in the silence. This was her moment of most abject terror since the beginning of the event... but her core fought back.
She got her head back on straight and her angry self appeared “I did not die in childbirth! I lived! ... and my parents and Uncle Oscar love me and respect my choices in life! This...” she waved her hand around “...Event will not stop me from surviving it!” she proclaimed savagely as she stumbled from the gazebo and moved on around the hospital.
As Shard moved back down the pathway, she failed to notice the small plaque embedded in the center of the path. The words read: “This Gazebo Donated In Loving Memory of Our Daughter, Charlotte Dee Williams.”
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 45 / 100
Character's name: Charlotte Dee Williams
Character's faction: Mall
Character's journal link:Shard's Journal
Character's survival stats: Charlotte Dee Williams View HERE
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER "Shard" is a very physically fit 5' 10" woman who is only three months out of the Army due to a medical discharge. She has blue eyes and dark-ish blonde hair that seems messy and matted no matter how she tries to style it. She tends to dress in baggy pants (with lots of pockets) and light jackets over plain shirts... and this was *before* joining the military! She was given a medical discharge when an accident dealing with a live grenade cost her her left pinkie finger and most of the feeling in that hand.
