Jane could hear breathing as she continued he enless Journey. "Killer?" she hoped somehow against hope hat it was her dog. She had a knife but she still felt defenseless.
turning around she saw eyes. too many for a dog.
"Please, leave me alone."
Some small part of her still wanted to live.
OOC
Character's name: Jane Doe- Eteni, the Lady of Andromeda Character's faction: university Character's journal link:link Character's survival stats: Jane DoeView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER a plain Jane, blends in the back ground sort of girl. She has brown hair blue eyes and is average height. Dressed nice, but practical too. Has a cute purse. Jersey number 8.
Jane tripped over something when... "Mom?" her face was rotting. haf gone but she still recognizes her. "Mom? No no no no." she backed off trying to get away from it. for the image.
"No. please no." tears rolled down her face and it occurred to her that she should bury here. But there was nothing when she went back.
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Character's name: Jane Doe- Eteni, the Lady of Andromeda Character's faction: university Character's journal link:link Character's survival stats: Jane DoeView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER a plain Jane, blends in the back ground sort of girl. She has brown hair blue eyes and is average height. Dressed nice, but practical too. Has a cute purse. Jersey number 8.
His heart was racing, but his mind kept churning. It would get little whispers that weren't of his own voice, on his own accord. They were faint, and almost hard to hear, while others were clear as day. Eyes snapped around to try and look and see the source, only to be met with the constant thickness that engulfed him. Where had this fog come from? How was he to escape it?
And then he does start to hear himself, as he stumbles along. Freezing, his body stiffens completely, listening intently to the words that drip from unseen lips, his own pressed taut. This voice that took on the guise of his own... saying things only he would know! What was this sorcery... this treachery, this trick of the sound! His many faults, failures, and disappointments are listed so easily, without a hitch, making his mouth begin to dry, and his throat tighten with nervousness.
While paranoia ran rampant in his mind, this voice had a stronger presence than his normal ones....
OOC
Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
Trying his darndest to ignore the never ending voice that followed him around like a ghost, coming from every direction and none at the same time, Gillian made sure to keep moving. He had to keep moving. He had to get out of this nonsense!
He began muttering things to himself, scientific theories, and some of his analysis he'd gathered on various aspects of the fallen society he was now thrust into. And just as he began to feel, and see, some sign of a break in the clouding density.... he came to realize that it'd just simply been a trick of the eyes.
Or perhaps the mind... Hope was a dangerous, and cruel thing.
OOC
Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
[ SEREVA ]♤Mall District Survivor -----------------------------
Effect
You walk around in the fog, entirely lost. You begin to hear someone talking to you, and it sounds like yourself. They mock you for being such a failure in the trials so far with clear examples of when. The fact that they know scares you. [+5 infection]
Sereva ran, her lungs burning with each step that hit against the ground. Even if she was relatively fit something seemed to stick in her esophagus the farther she ran. A fog. Thick darkness started to layer itself around her. Her footsteps slowed as she began to loose the direction she was running in. Where had she gone? Where was she going? The woman's head swiveled around, only seeing fog in every direction. Her breathing slowed, and in replace she could only hear her heartbeat.
She continued to stumble through the fog, her feet catching on the occasional raise of ground only for her to catch herself moments before she fell over. This is when she began to hear them. Her eyes constantly looked around her, trying to observe her surroundings and seeing if someone was there trying to ******** with her. "If someone is out there it's not ******** funny. So you best cut it out unless you want to end up being undying food" she said. But her words quickly grew cold as she listened to the voice more. It sounded like her own, as if words she didn't say were echoing back. She tried to keep calm, her face only twisting in anger, trying to shake this feeling off. But the more she rejected it the louder the voice grew. Beginning to accuse her of her failures. The failures she was so easily able to overcome, she was a glass-half full kind of girl... but the more she listened to the pinpoint of her failures the more it began to her effect her. "Shut up..." she muttered. Gritting her teeth together, a force of habit. Shaking her head she tried to clear her mind.
Character's name: Sereva Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: #77 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fit body structure, that of a hunter ♠ Grey eyes with a cyan ring through the middle of the iris (contacts) ♠ Vibrant purple hair pulled back in a high pony tail ♠ Punk a** and courageous attitude.
In an attempt to keep going the same direction, certain that it would surely lead to the other end, he is suddenly halted in his efforts when trips over something sturdy. Managing to land on his knees and hands, his head whips around, hair flipping over a shoulder in the process, to see what it was that'd sent him tumbling.
Instantly his eyes widen, and his legs kick in to make him pull further away from the sight. The face of.... that guy from school.... how... no, why? mouth agape, moving and twitching slightly in attempts to speak, he can only stare in disbelief. This... couldn't be...?
In an uncharacteristically act, Gillian went back the way he'd came--or at least in the direction he assumed he had-- to retreat from the unsightly scene.
OOC
Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
[ SEREVA ]♤Mall District Survivor -----------------------------
Effect
You walk around in the fog, entirely lost. You begin to hear someone talking to you, and it sounds like yourself. They mock you for being such a failure in the trials so far with clear examples of when. The fact that they know scares you. [+5 infection]
The voices wouldn't stop, they kept tearing her down. Knowing exactly the things to pinpoint, the things that really would chip away at her sanity. Her strong demeanor began to weaken. Though she held on to a sliver of her will.. she couldn't break this soon...
Character's name: Sereva Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: #77 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fit body structure, that of a hunter ♠ Grey eyes with a cyan ring through the middle of the iris (contacts) ♠ Vibrant purple hair pulled back in a high pony tail ♠ Punk a** and courageous attitude.
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Chishire rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 11:49 pm
[ SEREVA ]♤Mall District Survivor -----------------------------
Effect
Your begin to feel dizzy and nauseous as a strange sleepiness comes over you. Your limbs began to drag on and on. Eventually, you are forced to look down - to see hundreds of bodies around you, all sleeping. If you flip one over, you will notice that their faces have been forcefully stitched into smiles, and their entire chest cavity has been crudely stitched and removed, their skin bloated. You run.
The longer she walked on the softer the voices got, until they were just a whisper in the back of her mind. Constantly talking, constantly haunting her. The girl's eyes felt heavy, as if she had been wandering this fog for months. But no.. it had only been what? Minute? an hour? She couldn't even keep track of the time. Her lungs hurt, the fog was effecting then just her line of sight.
The heaviness in her eyes caused her to get dizzy, her feet stumbling more than usual as her stomach turned and knotted. Sereva's hand moved up to clutch onto her stomach, trying to prevent herself from loosing anything she might have eaten. Her head pounded, feeling heavier and heavier till it tilted down. It was then she saw them... her eyes suddenly widening as she realized she was walking among hundreds of bodies. Were they all part of her imagination? Or were they real? Her foot dared to kick one, a solid (or imaginary) connection happened as it was flipped over. Stitches strung all throughout its body. A bone chilling smile carved and sewn from its mouth as it was mutilated and puffed up. Immediately Sereva started to run, no matter how much her body weighed her down.. she wanted to get away. She couldn't stay there any longer.
Character's name: Sereva Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: #77 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fit body structure, that of a hunter ♠ Grey eyes with a cyan ring through the middle of the iris (contacts) ♠ Vibrant purple hair pulled back in a high pony tail ♠ Punk a** and courageous attitude.
The fog didn't last long here, almost as soon as Charlotte entered it she could see the break in it not far ahead. She put a little extra energy in her run. Almost there!
Five minutes later, she seemed to be no closer to the way out. What was going on here?
Corey!?
[ Infection Rate ]: 5 /100
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Character's name: Charlotte Rhrodri Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Student, blonde, intense looking. 20 year old student.
In the distance, echoing, were several more gunshots. The casino was far behind her - or at least, it felt that way. There were a few others around her when she had fled in this direction, but - somehow - they had all vanished in the confusion. She could still hear them, or at least, she thought she could.
But one by one, the faint murmurs become one and the same, a repeated phrase. "Everyone is infected."
Somehow, it was not as comforting for thin air to confirm her suspicions as she had previously hoped.
All that frantic, aimless running was slowing Charlotte down after a while, though. Kind of dizzy and sick, and tired. She fought the urge to lie down in the middle of the - street? Grass? Path? It would have been so much better than continuing on like this. She was suddenly exhausted, and with the way her feet began to drag it wasn't long before she'd tripped over something lying in her path. A... a body...
Crouching down, she rolled her hands into her sweater sleeves and tentatively flipped it over. It smiled at her, a crude stitching job sewing the mouth into a permanent smile. As she looked around, there were others. Each of them with a heart removed as, telltale signs of removal gouging into the chest and barely fixed. Fighting the wave of nausea and dizziness, she struggled to her feet, and to keep moving. She had to find a cure, and fast. This was not looking good.
[ Infection Rate ]: 15 /100
OOC
Character's name: Charlotte Rhrodri Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Student, blonde, intense looking. 20 year old student.
By the time Charlotte had pushed herself to exhaustion again, at least she had found the others. Sort of.
"Hey," she greeted them, scratching at her arm furiously. "You all run pretty fast, you know that?"
If they knew that, they didn't acknowledge it. They just stared straight ahead. Like mannequins more than humans. But the steady rise and fall of their chests, the slight movement of their eyes, led her to believe they were truly alive.
"Did you see the bodies? The ones with their mouths stitched all wide, like this?" She pulled the edges of her mouth wide like the stitched grins. Still nothing. They stared past her.
"It's fine. You know what? I'm going to keep walking. That way. I'll tell you about the cure if you can keep up with me..."
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
OOC
Character's name: Charlotte Rhrodri Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Student, blonde, intense looking. 20 year old student.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 2:49 pm
((Placeholder while I'm still out of internet but I forgot to roll lol))
