Cecil frowned at the shake of Rook's head. He was really hoping he had turned up something. "I guess all we can do is keep looking."
This was a big place it was possible they just hadn't checked in the right place. Before he could make a suggestion however, a familiar voice chimed through the darkness. "Charlie?"
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Damage list includes knife wound to the cut, healing bullet wound in the side, bullet wound to the arm, gash across the top of his head. Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 20/100 [HP:] 50/50 [Map:] 5/5
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:01 pm
Oh, thank God, there were actual people here--her own people, by the looks of the jerseys and the familiar faces. She hated to admit it, but their leadership had been right on insisting on the jerseys; the others could be anyone else without them, and they would never know.
She didn't quite jog to the cluster of the others, her quick walk prompted by an itch that tingled beneath her skin. She wanted to squirm against it and she really wanted a shower, but she would settle for finding out what was going on and how they planned to get out of there.
"Hey," she said to the most sane-looking person in the group. "What's going on? Are we getting out of here soon?"
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[ Infection Rate ]: 15/100 Character's name: Cerise Mitchell Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Cerise Mitchell (View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER African-American; 5'8", brown eyes, brown hair; dresses casually: flats, plain colored leggings, slightly baggy, flowy shirts
Austin had gone at most halfway back to the hospital to sulk before he decided he was too angry, too wronged to just let that slide. A quick pivot had turned him around again -- and he found himself lost, almost immediately, swept up in a fog filled with memories.
At least this cooled his anger, some, brought the flush down from his cheeks and switched his pout to a frown, instead. He still had his weapon on the ready as he tried to follow the sounds of voices -- no easy feat, considering the ones that weren't there, still echoing in his head.
HP: 34/50
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Infection rate: 15
Character's name: Austin Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Austin ElswoodView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERHERE.
Austin's slim and a bit taller than average at 5'10' with sandy hair shorn short on the sides, longer and curly on the top. His eyes, behind a pair of thin wire thick plastic frames with the wrong prescription, are faded green and usually amused; his skin is fair, freckling in sun unless he's careful; his mouth is just a little too full, in a way that appeals to most people.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:05 pm
"I saw a monster that looks like Caroline, and before I saw Peter, Austin and Harvard, but beyond that I haven't seen anything..or the real leads for that matter."
She scanned the group as more people turned up. Matilda got a friendly wave back, the poor thing look so relieved to see everyone.
"JUSTIN!" She called out. "There you are! Oh my god,y ou look like you hit with every status effect. Like from those monsters in Final fantasy 13" Those things sucked.
Then...some more garbled words coming from the fog, which sounded quite familiar.
"..Is that Charlie??"
Someone approached her, looking more the worse for wear. "I don't know." She answered honesty. "We've been stuck in the fog for hours, and the more you get exposed to it the worse you feel. It's horrible." Somehow, she was feeling quite sane. Maybe she had build up some resistance to it?
Infection rate: 0/100 HP: 39
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short.
[ 21- 40 ] Your paranoia begins to build up even more. You begin to get angry as well, and your skin begins to itch sporadically. Sometimes, instead of just voices, you swear you see faces of familiar people in the distance. They always fade away when you stare directly at them. Character's name: Rorrow Graves Character's faction: Univeristy Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Rorrow Graves #26 View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6', Slender Build/Bookworm, Really good at kicking if need be. Long chesnut hair, kept in twin tails at most times. Green eyes, glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a messenger bag with him. Jersey Number: 11
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:12 pm
"What...?" Could she have been hearing things? That seemed unlikely since others were now calling out to Charlie. The second voice that sounded through the fog sounded eerily familiar as well.
"What that Caroline?" Matilda didn't like this suspense. Not one bit.
Were their faction leaders really here? Or was this just a trap? "Something isn't right here...," the blonde's voice quavered as she began reaching into her bag for her knife.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:12 pm
"Oh god..." Liam recognized those voices. He recognized them very well.
The color drained from already pale skin, eyes wide and almost frantic. He'd followed the others, they'd heard it too, but now. But now. "They're coming."
He didn't want to play this game anymore.
Teeth grit, shoulders hunched, the boy retreated a step, then turned, retreating another. There was no way to pinpoint where the twisted voices were coming from, no way to know what way to run.
Did he want to run? They had to help them. He wasn't useless...
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100
Name: Liam Johnson Faction: University Rank: Sophmore Character's journal link:Here Weapon: Crow bar Status: 50 HP
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:14 pm
"KAMMY?"
A very distraught James was yelling too, lost somewhere near the fence of the dilapidated complex.
"KAMMY, I AM VERY SORRY ABOUT THE CATS."
He waited for a response.
"THEY WERE NOT REAL."
"SUSAN WOULD NOT KNOW THE WAY TO THE UNIVERSITY ANYWAY."
Character's name: James Bridges Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Link to journals here Character's survival stats: James BridgesView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERmy avatar
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:15 pm
"Where are you guys?"_____________
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"---where---"_______
__________________________"Is anyone there?"
"Hello?"
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:17 pm
Others where showing up, or maybe not others, maybe they were figments too of her imagination, like Corey had. Maybe when they gathered all around they would taunt her, taunt her like the voices had been doing. The others were talking about the leaders, Charlie, Corey, and Caroline, so they still where not there. Harper just stood there as the voices kept laughing easily at her failure.
There was a new voice, something wrong, very wrong, as Rook called out to it. Not soon after another started to sing sending a shiver up her spine. Liam looked frightened as Harper watched him stepped backwards. “What… has happened?” Confusion was on her face.
Then another voice, eerie as the last two, but almost familiar as a lump in Harper’s throat grew larger.
Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
"JAMES?!" She heard his voice, along with another more quiet and foreboding whisper. Though she couldn't see him yet, only hear him.
"JAMES! IT'S OKAY! IT'S THE FOG' FAULT! OVER HERE!"
It was probably a bad idea to shout at this moment but, oh well.
She may have also forgiven James more easier then Austin.
As she called out, a third voice was also heard whispering in the air. That voice also sounded familiar.
"..COREY! COREYYY!"
Infection rate: 0/100 HP: 39
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:19 pm
Hitsu didn't want to be here anymore. She wanted to go back to the University. She would clean the toilets for the rest of her life if it meant she didn't have to face any of the things she had faced today alone.
The fact that the worst of her hallucinations were gone was little comfort, after being locked up with them for hours with nothing but their accusations and hurtful words.
She'd refused to let Cecil out of her sight since he and Rorrow had found her.
This reunion of their faction mates wasn't going to be as pleasant as she wanted it to be.
Character's Name: Hitsuzen Vang Character's Faction: University (Jersey 27) Character's Journal Link:Here Character's Survival Stats: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reference here.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:20 pm
"... Corey?" Matilda was torn. Part of her wanted their faction leaders to be here, to give them direction. To show the group they were okay. At the same time, though, she dreaded what form they would take if they did appear. Whether the group was being lead into a giant trap.
"Please, let this end well," Matilda whispered as she clutched the knife inside her bag.
