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 Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:10 pm
When the group lit up with exclaimations of disgust and fear, Jamal decided he better move now. He slithered forward as carefully as he could, trying his damnest to not make too much noise, and was only a few yards from Billy before Jamal spoke.
"Billy...Billy," he hissed as loud as he dared as he came into view, taking great pains in keeping concealed under his costume. "Billy, it's Jamal..."
If Alec or anyone else heard him, well...so be it...hopefully they wouldn't all freak out. As far as he knew, hardly anyone knew of him removing his buzzer chip.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:10 pm
Without the head mask to carry in his hands, Oz's arms just seemed to swing loose in time with his gait, very much resembling some sort of ambling ape already. His insecurities about himself and fitting in had been totally forgotten at this point. And after finally realising how good this event had been set up, he almost looked forward to the next part.
And he didn't have to wait long.
After the lights regained their brightness, Oz squinted to shield his eyes for a moment as things came into focus. But for the moment, his nose picked up a lot more than his eyes.
"Oh...good...lord! What....what is that smell!?" he wrinkled his nose and then, finding that to be an ineffective way of preventing the smell from entering his notrils, threw his hands to his face.
His garbled gags and groans could just be heard through his make-shift mask. And then it all came into view. Deformed lumps of meat beyond the imagination of even the best horror writer. Oz's face, and hands, dropped for a moment in ******** me," he uttered quietly. He practically froze. He then craned his head over his shoulder to Ginerva. Beautiful? That wasn't the word he would have chosen personally.
The smell became over-powering once more and filled him with an uneasy squeasyness. Covering his mouth and nose again, he stepped carefully, looking at all these horrid things. That seeped. And dripped. Right onto his shoulder.
"YUK!"
He pranced about tryign to wipe the gunk from the furry suit, but anything slimy made Oz phsyically sick. And so he began to retch, trying to hold it back by looking away and taking deep, laboured breaths.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:10 pm
The group moved, and Bobby with them. She finally saw the bodies: strewn, mutilated, twisted. Reaching up with a hoof she scratched her nose. Among the disgusting smell of bodies was the glorious smell... of Pyroth.
Bobby walked carefully forward, meaningfully not looking at the bodies. She knelt near the sitting coyote and put a hoofed hand on his shoulder.
The woman knew such sights before.... people did not do nice things to each other in the heart of New York City. It didn't lighten the blow the sight caused.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:10 pm
"I don't know," Sid said, leaning closer to Billy. Talking meant breathing, breathing meant he got another good whiff of the smell. He coughed. "It can't be that much further, can it?" He risked glancing up.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:11 pm
Gallen heard the bat man behind him as he was looking and turned. "Richard!!! Tommy!!! what thehell are these things?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:11 pm
Thankfully, Newt had become acustomed to the smell of flesh from visiting Kaveri's clearing for an easy snack, and his constant dumpster diving. Working at the labs as well left such sights as normal, especially for the cleaning crew who had to mop up at the end of the night and move along the various tanks of failed experiments and small labrat expreiments as well. The scare of the wolf was enough, though, that Newt remained clinging to the snake man, his face burried against Thom's arm as he sobbed frantically even still. He had been among those who had *seen* the attack first hand, afterall.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:12 pm
It took Marshall every ounce of strength not to vomit at the sight. He covered his nose and mouth (innefectively, but still) with both hands. Dead, rotting corpses with extra limbs...Were they subjects? Expiriments? What where they?! The last thing Marshall wanted to do was find out.
"L-Lets just keep going..." Marshall managed to say weakly to no one in particular.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:12 pm
As the group stumbled upon the clearing, F peered at the eerie display in stunned silence the same as the general population of the Islanders.
Then he came to a halt in front of a large, pure white rabbit with too-long fur stemming from from behind its long ears.
"Hah!" a sharp laugh escaped the fleaman.
"Va' one looks li' Thabin." he blurted, pointing at the specimen. F found that if he ignored the fact that all of its limbs appeared to be malformed into twisted shapes, he could actually laugh at the thing.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:14 pm
The hoof on his shoulder brought Pyroth back from that bottomless horror, if only a bit. He couldn't even talk as he turned to face Bobby, unable to look anywhere else but at her. Talk about good timing.
"S..Sorry. I just...the memories..." He still didn't know if there was more to come transformation-wise for him so these things made him all the more afraid. He shivered again and leaned his head on Bobby's hand, closing his eyes tightly, trying not to breathe.
"Could you lead?..Just for now?."
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:14 pm
Nita clung to Kikue, her nostrils flaring. Something was very, very wrong. More than just a sick joke... The tears running down her face stopped abruptly; the red panda girl was too frightened and disgusted even to cry.
What could have happened to those.. creatures? Who on earth could produce such abominations?
Nita's breath came quick and shallow; her eyes were wide, with dilated pupils. She was close to vomiting, and the unmistakable sound of someone else retching nearby didn't help. The girl gulped convulsively. "What.. This.. Why??" she stammered.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:14 pm
The lights continue further down into the distance... and up ahead, you begin to make out a dim blue-white glow... Here's where the path leads. In total, the group of you have traveled approximately a half of a mile through the jungle.
The trees break into a small clearing, and after being in the thick jungle, this grove feels a little chillier as the wind stirs around you. Dim blue lights shine from ground level illuminating the mist and making the specific sources difficult to pinpoint... but the blue-white light and the clearing make it very easy to see a small graveyard.
Compared to the rest of the frights, it seems almost a let down - nothing jumping out at you, no mangled corpses, no eerie noises. Only a small graveyard ringed in a low fence that is easy to step over. However, when you begin to examine the headstones closer, the real fright sets in: These are no props.
The headstones near the front are newer, of finely carved and smoothed granite and bearing names:
headstone1 Nathan Moriarity, subject Died of Complications, August 29, 2006
headstone2 Fiona Brooks, subject Killed by Angharad Anderson, September 11, 2006
headstone3 Matthew Brandovich, subject Died of Complications, March 31, 2006
headstone4 Sean "The Dude" Carrol, subject Died of Complications, February 23, 2006
headstone 5 Oscar Feldman Killed by Angharad Anderson, October 2, 2006
headstone 6 Dr. Marlena Frost, administration Killed by Angharad Anderson, October 27 2006
In front of THIS headstone, and the guards' tombstone next to it, number 6, the dirt is even still freshly tilled
headstone 7 Brian Ducksworth, guard Killed by Angharad Anderson, October 27 2006
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Then, further back, there is a series of very old, very worn headstones. Most of them are decayed beyond recognition, but a few letters can be made out. Seldom enough to make out words, however.
A few headstones have dates that can be made out:
1890 and 1895 in particular
And even fewer have names, specifically:
Montgomery (last name illegible)
and... one tombstone is in the remarkably good condition compared to the other older ones. And unlike the other headstones, this one is much more elaborate, crafted of a finer stone, and with a carved winged dog perched on the top. It's set off from the others as well, on a small rise:
headstone Alphonse Moreau 1847 - 1897 "His creations were his life... and his death"
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:14 pm
Miller looked up from on his knees at F and to the deformed rabbit thing and back again to F, "Are you ******** cra-" he stoped again as he felt his stomach heave and spill again on the forest followed by a dry heave. He had to get out away...
He stood up stumbleing after the group now leaveing his bottle behind.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:15 pm
Still struggling forward, Kikue stepped as carefully as she could...until her paw squished onto a wayward corpse, teeth sticking out of its skin and into her paw pad. Yowling while crying at the same time, she lept forward, clenching still to Nita's hand. Kikue shook, letting out something like a whimper and a sob. Part of her outfit still had spiderweb stuck to it.
Oh gods...
The corpses. They were everywhere...twisted deformities...everywhere... They...
She pushed herself forward...trying to get past it.
There was some opening in the distance...and beyond it, things she couldn't quite see well enough from where she was.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:15 pm
The visor went back up as Gaius looked around at what the others were muttering about, the scent assaulting his nose as well. Instinctively, he covered it and grimaced.
"Bloody hell..."
It was enough to make even his iron stomach churn.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:16 pm
Gallen looked back at the creatures feeling his hears skip, so was this what happens if they make a mistake in the processes? The sight only made the blow that everything on the island was real and he was trapped among it even harder. And what if they goofed on him? The fur and the scales....oh god was what had started to happen to him the same thing as this.. was he doomed to be,...no.. no.... his stomach churned more as he freaked.
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