After a moment of running, the shadow tapped Shaun on the shoulder.
"Excuse me," it said, "But you have it all the wrong way. See, you shouldn't be apologizing to her."
Shaun nearly did a flip in shock. "I... Why? Who are you?"
"I'm you, obviously, and you know what? What do you have to apologize for? Nothing." The shadow drew a knife and smiled, a dark smile. It was greyed out, but its eyes had a characteristic gleam to them - the same gleam that Shaun had in his eyes, at times. It was too familiar.
"Bullshit." Shaun attacked it, only to get struck in return...
(13/15)
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100 HP: 35/50
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)
Unallocated points:
Tasinei rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 2Total: 5 (2-8)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:59 pm
One moment they were fighting a female shadow the next they there was a male version which looked exactly like Shaun. Was this a good opportunity to sort of get revenge? The whispers certainly thought so, and Lorena attacked it with her knife.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100 -5 HP: 30/50 -3 Weapon: Knife - 2d4 -2 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
Thinking was... thinking was becoming a chore, really. He itched, his emotions kept wanting to run out of control, thanks to whatever the fog had done to him, and he kept hearing voices, and now seeing faces peer at him.
Bing really needed to hit something. He needed to hit something right now, and he was running out of excuses to keep himself from doing so. He could only hope that whatever crossed his path was something he could hit without feeling like a moral sack of crap afterwards.
He, and the group he ended up coming upon, were both very fortunate that the first thing his flashlight revealed was Shaun's shadowy doppleganger.
As he sliced into the shadow with his blade, it turned and did the same to him, mimicking Bing's moves exactly. Somehow, it even managed to hurt him with the light of the flashlight.
Bing fell back, but he wasn't done, not by a long shot.
Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
“Well hello Lorena!” crooned the shadow as it mirrored her movements exactly, “How do you feel about a rematch in reality, eh? This is sooo much better than that silly dream!” It stabbed at her viciously, still grinning that boyish smile. Shaun launched at it, trying to hold it back, but it easily slipped away – it wasn't much more than vapor. “Ohhh, and Bing too, I see?” it cackled gleefully. “Very nice.”
“You're an a*****e.” said Shaun, crying as he stabbed at it. It was an evil, bad shadow. It lied. IT LIED.
So he stabbed it.
Pain flared inside of him and he choked it back as his mirror image dissipated, it's blade now red with Shaun's blood. "Yes, but what are you" it whispered...
(0/15)
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100 HP: 32/50
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.
A card fluttered its way into Shaun's pocket as he watched the dissappearing spectre. What did it mean? What did it matter? Had he meant to hurt Lorena?
No. He hadn't. It had just been a dream, a terrible dream...
"I'm sorry..." he said again, frowning at the fog, "I'm very sorry...."
Tasinei rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-4)
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:20 pm
"I knew it was you!" Lorena screeched as she pointed a finger at him. "Look at me!" She pulled up her sleeve to revealed a large black blue bruise that covered almost all of her upper arm.
"You hurt me!"
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[ Infection Rate ]: 30 /100 HP: 327/50 Weapon: Knife - 2d4 -2 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
Well, Bing hadn't been done, but the shadow had been. Still, as it disappeared, Bing felt the slightest bit of relief. (-5 Infection)
He wiped his knife off and put it carefully back in his stash (Mine!), then turned back to the others. Real? They looked real enough. He still wanted to smash them to a pulp, but it was easier to keep his anger under wraps, now that he'd let off some steam.
He simply stood there, struggling with himself while the group made noise around him. He didn't even notice the card that fluttered its way into his stuff.
[Infection: 45/100]
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Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100 
