With their reassurances calming him further, Max had been about to rejoin the fight to put down the one who hadn't replied, but the arrival of Shaun drew his attention instead. They had left him? Wasn't this kid the one Diana had asked him to buy when he no longer needed coins for himself? How dare he say he had been left alone when they'd done everything in their power to get him out.
He stood straighter, waving his crowbar around as he spoke. It was somehow both sinister and kind of nonthreatening.
"No one left you, man. We were all separated in the fog." He almost didn't recognize his own voice. It was barely audible, and seemed to be coming from a place deep in his chest rather than his throat. Max's anger was rising up to strangle him, and Shaun had been its catalyst. "But maybe you should have been abandoned. Since all you can do is stand around and whine."
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Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
“Did you... did you even look...?” Shaun accused, before he realized what he'd said. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Monica, I'm sorry...” he babbled unsteadily. His head hurt, a dull pain just behind his eyes that wouldn't go away. For a brief moment, he thought he saw something in the fog, a face, perhaps, or heard a name (his own?). “I'm sorry, I...” What was she doing? He squinted through the pounding of his head. Was she fighting? What was she fighting? What was that? He...
He looked to the man, a man vaguely familiar to him (but not quite) and cringed back. Shaun did not like his tone at all, and the way he was waving that crowbar was intimidating, to say the least. Shaun was scared... and then Shaun was angry. At him. The b*****d. “******** you...” he snarled, feeling – as if from a nightmare or that dream, not that dream again the knife fall neatly into his fist, at the ready, at the...
No. No. This was wrong.
Shaun put the knife firmly away and backed up, scared, his hands open and up as much for himself as for the other. That b*****d. “Well sorry,” he spat, “That I was ever ******** born.”
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction: Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Just as the first doppleganger fell, a glint of green could be seen from somewhere behind it. The Boss moved forth, slowly, weapon in hand. His body appeared decayed, though some fresher wounds were also apparent, and the way he moved suggested injury. The blood dripping at his feet didn't help, either. When he spoke, his voice sounded different. Wrong.
HP: 3/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: The Boss appears to have a horn protruding from his head. He's completely covered in blood. His right eye appears to be there, but it glows a bright and sickly green. You must do at least 10 damage to repel this Boss!
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:59 pm
"M'fine," she grunted as Monica appeared, the last of her whistling seeming to be swallowed up by the fog. More arrived, and she chose to stand back, a little winded still from her previous fight with the thing that claimed to be Boss. (And maybe just to be stingy too, if the whispers were right; let them fight some demons of their own and see how it felt.)
Not right, Adelaide countered. Not right.
"I just found them somewhere on the way," she told Mia with a tiny shrug. "Nice to have a little light out." A small shadow of her usual grin appeared. "You think I got the flexibility t'do circus s**t, honey? Hah. I'll actually take it as a compliment."
Bickering broke out. Only then did the older woman react (they were just like kids, they were just like her sons, they were nothing like--)
"Now's a ********' choosy time to start acting up," she snapped at them both. "Shut your mouths unless it's to share something important. For instance, any of you seen--"
Oh. Nevermind. There he was.
And she knew it was him now, despite her strongest beliefs against the fact, because she swore she heard, she heard ********, s**t, ********, <********> But there couldn't be hesitation. If she had been in that situation, she wouldn't have wanted to live either.
Face set in a tight grimace, Adelaide jammed the candlesticks again at the shadow's good eye. It wasn't, like Mia had thought, like a circus trick. It was no trick at all, unfortunately, even in a space like this when there seemed to be nothing but illusions. (God, but she wished this wasn't real, this couldn't be...)
HP: 30 Damage: 2 Weapon: Candlestick (1d6) BOSS HP: 1
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[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100 Character's name: Adelaide St. Pierre Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stern faced, tough-loving, over the hill aged woman with graying hair tied back in a short ponytail and contrasting limpid blue eyes. 5'6" and on the thin side with a gauntness to her bony face especially. wearing a dark blue parka over a pink parka over a grey sweater, the fronts of which are coated in dried blood that isn't hers.
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She'd been cautiously watching the newcomer and the brunette talking. Well, arguing, really - things seemed about to escalate when suddenly the Boss entered the scene.
Or something that looked like him, anyway. It spoke and she still wasn't sure what it was, but it didn't seem the sort of thing to let hang around; grabbing her knife once again, she deemed that whatever this was, it was the greater threat than the grey thing.
In a few quick movements, she lunged at the Boss, slashing out with her knife and hoping it went better than her last attempts at attacking something.
((HP: 35/50 dmg: 4 (knife)))
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100 Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
It was the sound of voices that had drawn the big man in, desperately squinting through the fog to try and catch a glimpse of a living soul. Christ, please be actual people. There was chittering and whispering too, not all of it real, and Al felt as though he was going to lose his mind if this kept up for much longer.
Stumbling upon the 'Boss' was almost too much to bear. It wasn't real. Just like those goddamn bodies from earlier, the voices screaming at him--it couldn't be real.
Al didn't hesitate, didn't shout or demand answers. He just hefted his shovel up high and tried to smash the imposter's brains in.
HP: 45/50
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[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100 Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
Shaun's response made Max frown. Not that he'd been in many verbal fights, but he was pretty sure saying you were sorry you had ever been born was not the way to successfully defend yourself. He almost apologized himself, lowering his weapon despite his churning rage, only he found he had little to say about anything at all when the Boss rose up out of nowhere, bloody and distorted.
He swung his weapon without thinking, barely clipping the creature that may or may not have once been their faction leader. Max retreated to Shaun's side after that, standing with him instead of providing unnecessary opposition.
Crowbar: 2d10-8
HP: 45/50 Damage: 2 Boss: deadest
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25 / 100
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:03 pm
“I'm not f....” Whatever nippy thing the young thief had been about to say was lost as SOMETHING appeared in front of them, something that sounded horribly familiar. Shaun backed away - oh god, oh god, why was it familiar, why...
OH GOD IT WAS THE BOSS THE BOSS WAS THE FOG WHAT THE ******** WHAT THE ********?! It looked like the warden, but it HAD A ******** HORN and its eyes WERE GLOWING and... and...
Shaun's head hurt and spun, and he wasn't sure what to do, so he did the only thing he could do – back away from the things that made no sense. He couldn't help giving Max a fearful, wide eyed, angry glare He was still a b*****d, whoever the ******** he was, and Shaun wasn't going to forgive him, but he didn't do more than that, besides keeping the knife firmly away, where it was supposed to be, before he did something with it he would regret...
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction: Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
When Adelaide came at him, he brought a hand up, just barely deflecting the blow. He grabbed a crate nearby and hurled it back towards the others. This left him open for Sylvi's attack, however, taking the knife right across the chest. He staggered back, then was knocked to the ground as a shovel blade struck him upside the head. The little crowbar hit afterwards was just extra insult at that point.
Shadows then began to peel away from his body. Beneath the cloak, Magnus laid. The horn no longer protruded from his head. His flesh no longer appeared decayed. Some of the blood covering was now gone. The rest remained, oozing from fresh wounds.
A low groan escaped him. He wasn't dead.
"What..."
The crate he had thrown earlier had broken open. Inside were... a lot of fishing rods.
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The Boss has been freed! Everyone in the ORP has their infection meter set to 0. Also... everyone gets a fishing rod. Uh...go ahead and claim one in the redemption thread!
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 4:29 pm
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Just missed the boss, figures
Vayne staggered into the camp, collapsing on the ground trembling a bit, which he would later deny that he had done at all. He was just tired, it certainly had nothing at all to do with the things he had seen and been through. He got hold of himself a time later before looking around at the others, grateful that they were at least moving and showing that they were living beings, not those disturbing frozen things at the fires.
Pushing his hand through pale hair he took a couple of deep choking breaths calming himself. "Sorry... seen s**t I wish I hadn't... Anyone else been to the other fires... seen the... statue like people?" He was aware that the people around this fire were at least human, and seemed to be ones from the prison.
Shaun stared. He just... stared. That thing was gone, now, and all that remained was the Boss – their boss, the warden, injured but looking just as he was supposed to look. Bloodied, but as he was supposed to be.
Numbly, Shaun stared, rage gone for the time being, though it lingered at the edges of his mind. Things were clearer now, somehow. Things felt a little more right, though very plainly they weren't. And that was... well, that was good.
“I...” he began, then fell silent again.
Finally, he turned to the newcomer (distinctly not looking at Max, he still did not like that guy). Slowly, he spoke, his voice feeling hoarse and tired and distant. "Statue... people?" he asked vaguely. He didn't know this man, but he had the apple shackle, and thus was from their faction. "You mean, the ones that..." so he hadn't been the only one to see it? Had he? "The people that don't move, don't talk, don't do anything?" he wrapped a blanket - found, somewhere at some point - around his shoulders, "I saw them in the fog..."
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Weapon: Knife (2d4-2)
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 4:50 pm
Vayne's gold eyes widened more as he heard the voice speaking to him, and he turned his head to look right at the one who had responded. "s**t.. they were real then.." He groaned and put his palms to his head. He had mentioned it, so he had wanted to know.. but part of him wanted someone to tell him he was stoned or something and they didn't exist. Nope, no such luck ******** me... what the hell is going on in this world?" He looked at the other one and rubbed the back of his own neck slowly, easing the tension that was building. Fighting to get control of himself. One would think a guy that was so covered in studs, and piercings would hold it together a bit more, but he was a damned hacker, not some kind of zombie hunting bad a**.
"Okay.. so they were real... which means the other s**t is real too. Son of a ... someone just tell me this is a group delirium from lack of food."
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[ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER 30 /100 HP: 50/50 Character's name: William Vayne Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24795187 (desc here) Character's survival stats: William VayneView (based on_)
“I have no idea...” said Shaun, “I don't think anyone does.” He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, his insides suddenly cool... or cooler. How warm had he been? “I don't even know whats real anymore.” Maybe he was just asleep. Maybe he would wake up and it would be his birthday and there would be cake and this would all have been some weird dream.
Nah.
His head felt much clearer now, and he was very certain that that was not the case. He hated this horrible nightmare world. He hated how he hadn't been able to eat his cake. He hated all of it. Bleh
“You should probably stick with us.”
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100 HP: 37/50
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction:Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Weapon: Knife (2d4-2)
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:01 pm
"******** me, it really was..." She gave a long, harsh sigh. She didn't know if she felt better or worse about the fact that she had been wrong about Boss' infection.
She turned her head to the pair of guys, overhearing their conversation. "Listen. Keep ya heads on tight, boys, because I doubt this is the end of it. We got Boss back, just remember that. Anythin' else coming at ya or acting strange, like those ghosts? Not real. Hard to tell yourself and believe it, but you got to get that grip and then hold it tight like a lover, eh?" An odd analogy, but Adelaide was an odd woman.
Punishing loosened hairs from her braid behind her ear, she knelt down by the bleeding boss and began trying to tend to him as best she could, lips pressed into a thin line. "Jesus Christ, Boss, you owe all of us like a hundred ********' bars after that..."
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0/100 Character's name: Adelaide St. Pierre Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stern faced, tough-loving, over the hill aged woman with graying hair tied back in a short ponytail and contrasting limpid blue eyes. 5'6" and on the thin side with a gauntness to her bony face especially. wearing a dark blue parka over a pink parka over a grey sweater, the fronts of which are coated in dried blood that isn't hers.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:01 pm
After a little while, the Boss began to slowly push himself up. A hand slowly went up to touch his head as he shifted into a kneeling position. Some blood had trickled down the side of his face at some point, leaving a red smear there. Cautiously, he looked around at the others in the area, while his senses were returning to him. Once he realized where he was and who was all around, he grabbed a hold of his rifle defensively, gritting his teeth.
He soon paused, then glanced over himself, and lightly touching his chest now. The bleeding had stopped there, with Adelaide's aid, at least.
"I'm back," he uttered, more to himself than anyone else. Taking in a deep breath, he pushed himself back up to his feet. Magnus appeared to be a little unsteady at first, but he did his best to straighten up after that. Couldn't let the others see him all vulnerable and whatnot. Once up, he gave a light nod to the woman who had helped patched him back up, then surveyed the rest of the group gathered here.
"Status report, everyone?"
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer
[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100