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 Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 8:01 pm
The questions only made him clench his teeth and shake his head. He couldn't tell them their names. They were just people. If he said their names, then they really would die. They wouldn't allow loose ends. No one would know them. They were sitting ducks out here. It was so dark. There were too many doors. They could come out from any of them. Any side. They were invisible too. Still could do that. He remembered that much. He couldn't sense them. Not as Toren. Toren was such a worthless piece of s**t. He couldn't fight or sense anything like this. There were too many people to be Gev. He wanted outside. He wanted sky. He wanted fresh air. Why was a hospital this dark? He couldn't hear anything other than people talking and moving around him. What if someone was moving among them?
His eyes moved to look all around, head turning from one side to the other, peering in the dark and darting to the other side. Then, moving closer to the man, eh grabbed his shirt tightly, balling up a wad of fabric into his fist. "We got to get out of here!" He said too loudly. "They're going to get us."
Rising up, he grabbed a chair and moved to the door. It didn't take long before he started to hit it against the doors.
BANG.
BANG
BANG!
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 8:54 pm
Cassie hears a smashing of glass from somewhere down the hall.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 8:59 pm
Rhys Autenberry Hitchcock
He had opened his mouth to speak - to say something comforting to Hitch, something about how he was not going to let Hitch just give up, because Rhys himself was not about to give up - but whatever it was that Rhys had been going to say died in his throat as the lights went out.
His heartbeat spiked almost immediately. Rhys was holding Hitch's hand so tightly it was probably painful.
"I h-have - a p-phone," he said, trying not to be frightened, trying to ignore the anxiety pulsing in his veins as he fumbled in his pocket with his free hand, trying to snag the mobile that was crammed into jeans too tight for him. At last he managed to yank it free, trembling fingers slipping over the glass front of it to find the flashlight function.
"What - what's happening - is - is everyone okay?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 9:02 pm
A light flashes outside the room where Liam, Imara, Ashley, and Grant are waiting. It seems to bob up and down, like someone carrying a flashlight, but the window on the door to the room is just a small square, hard to see out of.
Ashley can also hear a strange shuffling sound coming from outside the door...
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 9:03 pm
Alphonse, looking around, can see a pair of gleaming eyes in the dark just beyond one of the doors. They seem to be watching him, but when he looks back again, they are gone.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 9:04 pm
Desdemona can hear the strange shuffling sound as well, beyond the double doors that lead to the back of the hospital...
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 9:07 pm
For a brief, uncertain moment, the flash of someone's phone illuminates a face beyond the doors - a gaunt face with hollowed out eyes and heavily lidded brows, skeletal in its appearance, with ragged dark hair and a wide, gaping mouth.
Katie catches a glimpse of it, and so does Richard, and so does Mathias.
It is only there for a second - and then it is gone.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 9:08 pm
Something brushes against Brodie's leg. If he looks down, he sees -
- nothing. He sees nothing. But the feel of a hand touching his ankle is still there, lingering in his senses.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 9:10 pm
Something far, far distant shrieks; a terrible, drawn out, ghastly sound that can be heard by Dessie first, and then Toren.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 9:12 pm
Alphonse Wingates-St. Grey”I don’t seem to have a signal either.” Alphonse walked over to the man slowly as he tried to move around in the pitch dark. ”That’s odd. There doesn’t seem to be emergency lights either.”Alphonse was starting to feel anxious. Shouldn’t someone - anyone - have come to inform them of what was going on? Where were the doctors? Bang. Bang. Bang!The man next to him who had inquired about the signal was starting to panic. He was trying to break out. But why? They could just open the door... ”It’s okay. You can calm down. I am sure we can just open this...”. The young man’s hand finally reached the door... and it didn’t move. They were locked in. They’re going to get us.Alphonse’s one good hand went cold as he released the door knob futilely as a chill ran down his neck. He looked into the man’s green eyes in horror. And then, just beyond the doors, he sees them. Eyes. Watching. Waiting. And, just like that, they vanish. ”Who is coming?”✪
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2018 9:59 pm
Ashley nodded at the other's (Liam's) suggestion that they stay together in one place whilst the lights were out because the whole 'not tripping over each other' thing made sense.
"They should get everything up and running soon" at least Ashley certainly hoped that the staff would - because this place was a medical facility and she couldn't think of any medical facility, no matter how basic, that could function without power. She gestured towards one of the free chairs because the other did not look well, which meant that he probably shouldn't be standing.
Another voice piped up (Grant), this one a lot more cheerful-sounding, a third flash of light springing to life before bobbing its way over in their direction.
Ashley switched her flashlight app off as she considered the second male's question because it didn't make sense for the three of them to have the flashlight app functional - not when they were all in the same location - and she wanted to conserve as much phone battery as she could.
She couldn't help but wonder if the other (Grant) was serious, but before she could say anything the first male had commented about it making sense for them to be able to hear any instructions.
"I agree" she said "And we might want to keep any phone battery for the phone flashlight - at least until they fix the lights."
She couldn't help but agree with the feminine voice's comment (Imara) about exit lights - because honestly and truly this place should have at least had those - but there was nothing she could do about their lack.
There was another flash of flashlight, which meant by her count that at least four of them had flashlights, but her attention was drawn by what appeared to be the distinctive flash of a flashlight coming from outside the room.
"Hello?" She could see the flash of light coming from the window that was set into the door that they had been led into and could see the way that it was bobbing up and down as if it was being carried, but couldn't see anything more than that–
But she could hear the shuffling, it being kind of hard to miss the shuffling given that the sound appeared to be coming from outside the door.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2018 6:00 am
Dessie watched as the new guy ( Toren) seemed to have a panic attack either over the whole situation or the knowledge that they were locked in, really though it didn't matter what caused the attack just that it was happening. She stood there awkwardly as the poor man knelt on the ground and started to rock. Ian crouched down to try to comfort the dude even as he answered her observations and questions. "I know but the windows might be our only hope," She said quietly, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. The whispered 'they're coming' had the heebeegeebees crawl up her spine even as she stood straighter and inched closer. She was the fighter out of them right now. She would be the first line of defence. "I know," Dessie answered Ian's request to stick close. The blonde heard but only half paid attention to the questions Ian asked the man currently freaking out but apparently it was enough to have him completely loose it and grab at Ian. She was about to step in when the dude let her companion go and race for the door where he started to take a chair to it, trying to force it ********," the curse slipped out as she yanked Ian upright. "Stay against a wall," her instruction was brusk even as she walked over to the poor man freaking out against the door and the young man ( Alphonse Wingates-St. Grey) who had went to help with the door. Whatever she was about to say, either something comforting or more likely something a bit more constructive like suggesting he take the chair to one of the windows, was cut off before she had done more then open her mouth. A shriek, a drawn out ghostly, creepy as hell, scream echoed from somewhere far in the building. Dessie turned towards the sound, trying to figure out where it was coming from in the darkness, torn between going to stand in front of Ian or protecting these two door nutjobs. The first guy was definitely right though, something was coming and it wasn't here for a walk in the park. "Try the windows," She quietly suggested even as she continued to focus on the doors leading deeper into the building. Ian could, sort of, protect himself since he had the same kind of training as she did but these two... especially the guy freaking out, they didn't. Man, she wanted out of here. Meighei hey... welcome to the group ^.^
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2018 8:43 am
"Jammed?" No. That couldn't be right. It didn't set right in Sadie's head on either level, not the level where she wanted to be out and see stars or streetlights or anything but hurting humans, and not on the level where she'd just been watching people come in just fine for a whole hour. Well, she hadn't really watched anyone leave. She heard something at the door and turned her head to look. A man was fumbling with it and not getting anywhere. She turned away when he started to slip into a deeper panic then most of the others in the room. Her hands were already shaking, her breath too fast, and she was fighting it, dwelling on something like that would push her all the way. The girl in front of her seemed to be in some kind of fever dream haze where everything was fine, and the boy seemed to be handling himself all right. “Okay,” she said. “Okay. Okay.” If she said that enough, focused on how the flashlight glow flickered off their faces, it wasn’t quite as bad. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea to call out,” she said, since even if the boy was fine, others clearly weren’t. “But the landlines would be dead with the rest of it. Mmm.” So they were stuck waiting, still. She took a few steps towards the seating area, away from any who wanted to try their luck with the doors.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2018 10:43 am
Desdemona struggled against his grasp, maybe harder than she needed to, aiming to shrug off his hands - she knew it was Otto, but she did not want to be restrained right now. "It's more than anyone else here is doing, " she remarked bitingly, glancing over the others inhabiting the room. Maybe someone had something they could use to pick the lock. Or someone might have mechanical expertise. Something? - were there any vents in there? Maybe - Or it was just a normal black out and they waited like normal people. Desdemona sighed and fidgeted, pressing back a little against Otto as reassurance that she was not alone in this. "Sorry. I really am fine. I just - " Then she heard shuffling outside the door. Immediately, her attention was diverted to the door again. She pounded hard at it with her fist. "Hello? We're locked in here! Open the door, or get someone, we are trapped - I hear someone out there, " she finally called back to Otto by way of explanation, imploring him to help get their attention. And maybe anyone else with half a sense of self-preservation.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2018 10:58 am
What was the squeezing of a hand compared to the loss of an eye, really? Hitch just squeezed back, trying in his own way to be reassuring even if a s**t night had gone from shitty to optimal s**t levels. If he'd had insurance, or more money, they wouldn't even be here. He'd already be taken care of, maybe they'd already be home. Another reason tonight was his fault... There was so much going on. The slamming of chairs against doors locked tight. The distant echoing of screams, what kind, he didn't ******** know. "We're trapped in here, " he hissed, and suddenly, he was trying to rise; what else was he supposed to do? ******** sit there and bleeding until something changed? Hitch didn't know what he intended to do, but nothing sure as ******** wasn't going to cut it. "We're ********' trapped. Tol - " He almost slipped back into a name he hadn't tasted on his tongue for a long time. "Rhys, you got service? - anythin'?" The room was swaying - or was it him? - if it was a goddamn trap, no wonder no one had ******** done s**t to help him. Should've known. Stupid. Why are you so goddamn stupid?
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