Julie smiled and laughed softly,her nerves easing up, "That sounds like my older brother whenever he gets home late and decides to raid the fridge for a midnight meal...." she squeaked quietly as she was ushered into the dining room.She laughed nervously and looked to the woman,"A-ah...um do I look for a room number later on for where I sleep at ma' am?" she fidgeted in her spot, growing slightly cold from the wet clothes she had on. She looked to the food and placed a hand over her stomach, holding back a whine that wished to come out as she felt her stomach grow angrily as she inhaled the delicious scents of food. She bit her lower lip and resisted grabbing some food hearing another person ask about prayer.It had been awhile since she ever prayed at dinner. Only because she knew if she ate before prayer meant a quick whap to the head.
<Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip] [Previously injured left shoulder]>
Krysta folded her hands and murmured her lips barely moving and her voice little more then a sigh, raising her head and opening her eyes she smiled and pulled the mashed potatoes toward her to begin serving herself.
Sitting back with a sigh Krysta enjoyed the full feeling and knew she had over eaten, but it had been so tasty, loaded down with butter and salt like good home cooking was, rather then the newer health concious diet even she followed at home. High protien, high salt, lots of spices and always with water, was the basis of her diet, with starches as the second most common group and fats in their own equitable amount. But this had been pure sense-gratification, and Krysta couldn't bring herslf to feel guilty as careful as she usually was. Sliding her seat back she started to gather her dishes, to take them to the skin before realizing, she didn't know where that was.
Louise patted her on the shoulder and wrapped the towel tighter around the young girl, "Yours is room number six and the number is on the door. Don't worry you should warm up soon it's fairly toasty in here." She smiled warmly, "My old bones aren't too fond of the cold themselves."
Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 1:06 pm
David lifted his head, and took a tiny bit of everything on the table. David rarely ate much, but wanted to be polite. He took a sip from the water he had and relaxed for a little wanting to have a conversation. "So where was everyone heading before this incident happened?" David asked. "Me myself, am on college brake, and was heading home visit my parents, and little sister. They have no idea I'm coming home, because I want to surprise my kid sister for her Christmas birthday." David said, his head bent looking at the table with a small smile.
.:':.Osborn Killam.:':. <100%> { No injuries currently sustained }
The second Osborn was "given the go" he leaped into action. He swiftly piled up his plate, dousing most of his turkey, stuffing and mashed potatoes and gravy though, despite his efforts, some did slip around his beans as well. When it seemed everyone had gathered up their food Osborn was already grabbing a forkful and had just slipped the food into his mouth when David asked aloud if anyone wanted to lead them into prayer.
He grimaced, still keeping the fork in his mouth. In his home when it was time for dinner you just dug in once everyone was seated. He had never once sat to dinner for a prayer, not with his parents, or grandparents, or friend's families when he came to visit. It was just about being civil and letting everyone sit first before eating. But everyone here, even the new girl who had likely arrived a little while ago, seemed to stop in turn to pray and he did not know if he should follow up with them, despite the fact that it felt unnatural for him to do it, or go on his way and risk offending everyone.
Reluctantly, as he was very hungry and wanted to start eating now, he sat still and avoided swallowing the forkful of food he had in his mouth. Though not bowing his head or crossing his hands, he could respect letting everyone start eating at the same time and once it was apparent that their prayer was over he swallowed his food and dove in. He had barely caught on to David's words, looking to the younger male who asked about what everyone was doing before this weather detoured them.
"I was heading over for some big family reunion. Thinking about it, I just should have stayed home and continued with my story..." He sighed, leaning back in his seat before continuing to eat.
- - - -
Stuffed and prepared to sleep, Osborn laid back on the bed at least relieved that, despite a terrible start, his day had gotten a little better. He kept still for a moment, enjoying lying on his back before he sat up, went to his suitcase and pulled out his notepad. Though fully charged he wanted to avoid using up his laptop's battery, considering the electricity was still out. So he would have to do his "pre-bed writing" on his notebook. Propping up some pillows behind him he laid back, took his pen and read through what he had, soon scribbling down some new additions.
.:':.Suitcase.:':. .:':. 6 days worth of clothing, his laptop and necessary additions (plug, mouse, small keyboard), several USB keys (each labelled in a code consisting of numbers and letters), a very thick notebook with tons of chicken-scratch on it, pencil case (filled with many pens, pencils, erasers and sharpeners), bathroom utilities (tooth and hair brush, toothpaste, floss, retainer, shampoo, razor and shaving cream), cell-phone, music player, sun-screen, hand-cream, junk food (chips, chocolate and candy), water bottle, 14 books, switch-blade, Hand-gun /w ammo .:':. .:':.Carried.:':. .:':.Suitcase.:':. .:':.On Person.:':. .:':.Pen, notebook.:':.
Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 8:41 pm
.:':.John De Luca.:':. <peak fighting condition>
As John doubled back heading straight for the inn, the police suggested to head for, he grabbed a stick of cigarette from his pocket and lit it up with his lighter, "Man, what a drag!' He shouted, as the heavy pour of rain continues to bombards the roof of his vehicle.
The heavy poor of rain covers the path towards the inn. "I wish this rain would stop already.". John puffed his cigarette and slightly rolled down the window of his car. As rain drops began to enter his car, he threw out the remains of his cigarette and quickly rolled the window back up.
As John was nearing the inn, he drove slowly, taking a good look at it. He looked for a place to park, but could not see clearly due to the heavy down pour, so he decides to drive closer to see where he can park his vehicle.He noticed a stable beside the house and saw some cars parked inside. "That must be parking area." He parked his car alongside the other cars, took his bag behind the driver's sit, covered his head with his leather jacket, then rushed towards the inn
John was soaking wet when he entered the manor. Water was dripping from his clothes as he walks, towards the front desk making squeaky sounds every step he makes with his shoes. His hair was covering his face as he brushed it to side with his hands. He rang the front desk's bell once and waited for someone to respond to it. As seconds go by no one has answered him. So, he decided to ring it again and again, slowly then faster and faster like a child playing with it like a toy.
Louise grabbed a robe and wrapped it tightly around herself, hobbling as quickly as she could to the door, as the bell began to ring progressively faster and faster. Unlocking the door Louise, opened it and ushered the young man in, looking for all the world like a twentieth century housekeeper called from her bed, in her overrobe and outdated nightgown, all in an antique white color. "Come in, come in... I will get you set up in a room for the night, considering how late it is and you can settle up in the morning, It's forty for the night and all meals are included." She toddled behind the desk and selected a key with a well worn wooden marker that read 6, his room number, "Rooms are up the stairs, I will show you to yours and then get back to mine, it's nearing on midnight after all."
Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 10:07 am
.:':.ANNOUNCEMENT.:':. Character Submission Ends as of today, and due to my limited availablity, the event to start the night will begin on Friday morning, so that gives time for everyone to settle and prepare becuase come Friday the zombies begin!
As everyone left to head to bed, David went to his own room. David laid on his bed worn out from the long night. He couldn't wait to wake up in the morning to get a head start on his trip to see his sister for he birthday. David laid for about an hour longer before he turned to his side, and flicked of the light; then he slowly drifted off to sleep.
Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 8:56 am
.:':.EVENT.:':. A great rumbling sounds from outside, amist the sound of the rain pounding down on very available surface, the whole house shook as the foundations were rattled. Once the noise stopped little could be seen from inside, all the windows were too close to see anything and with the rain falling so hard as to form a grey mist, and fog the windows from outside with the contrasting cold.
Those either foolish or brave enough to venture out in the battering freezing rain, would find that the side of the hill had collapsed, burying the stable turned garage, and sticking out of the freshly turned mud were odd shapes, like tree branches. In a crash thunder and flash of lightning, the shapes were revealed to be limbs, of bodies seemingly buried in the dirt, now revealed, at least a dozen limbs were exposed, and even a head, it's face rotted, half-decayed and grotesque. The flash of light faded and felt the after image in all it's horror burned into the eyes of those who saw it, and in the darkness after they could not see, the limbs began to move.
((Alright, boys and girls, choose to run out and see the following scene, or stay inside as your character is most like to do. For now, since no one saw them move yet, focus on the fact that the cars are locked inside the garage bu the mud slide. The converted stable has a loft and a window that is still exposed if you wish to enter.))
David awoke to the storm, with the great noise of the thunder and lightning. David sat at the end of his bed stretching out his body. "What the hell was that?" David said, after the feeling of the building shaking. David walked to his window and looked out, trying to see what went on out side. "Well hell, I can't even see a thing out there." David turned and sat back on his bed. David put on his boots and walked out into the hallway to see if anyone else woke up to what was going on outside.
David walked into the lobby and sat down in a chair and waited for someone else to come, because he was always trained to have a partner by his side if there was any trouble around.
Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 7:48 pm
.:':.Osborn Killam.:':. <100%> { No injuries currently sustained }
He had just been on the cusp of drifting away to sleep, his notebook and pen put onto the beside. As he raised in arm to turn off the lamp in his room a loud, violent, rumbling sound emanated outside. Nearly leaping from his bed he ran to the window, attempting to get a good view of the area outside though the darkness was far to overwhelming. Even when lightening strike the sky, the mist, rain and small windows made it impossible to tell what was going on.
Across from his room he could hear shuffling, Osborn peering out to see David heading downstairs. He put on his slippers again, following after David went downstairs. Though relieved to see the lights still on he felt nervous. What was that out there, a landslide? Had someone crashed? As he reached the lobby he leaned against the stair banister, looking over to David.
"What was that?" He asked, reluctant to head outside. While it would have helped, he had no umbrella or clothing fit for this weather and he much preferred staying dry now.
.:':.Suitcase.:':. .:':. 6 days worth of clothing, his laptop and necessary additions (plug, mouse, small keyboard), several USB keys (each labelled in a code consisting of numbers and letters), a very thick notebook with tons of chicken-scratch on it, pencil case (filled with many pens, pencils, erasers and sharpeners), bathroom utilities (tooth and hair brush, toothpaste, floss, retainer, shampoo, razor and shaving cream), cell-phone, music player, sun-screen, hand-cream, junk food (chips, chocolate and candy), water bottle, 14 books, switch-blade, Hand-gun /w ammo .:':. .:':.Carried.:':. .:':.Suitcase.:':. .:':.On Person.:':. .:':.Pen, notebook.:':.
"Yeah I don't think it's a good idea to go out right now. I think we might be stuck here a little longer than we wanted, by the way this storm is going." David said to Osborn. David bent over and put his hands behind his head, thinking of what to do. "This could be a natural disaster, and if that's the case we need to make sure everyone is okay and get them away from any windows. I only say this because the storm could get worse than what it all ready is." David said standing up and stretching.
Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 8:24 am
.:':.John De Luca.:':. <peak fighting condition>
John jumped off from his bed when we heard the loud thunder outside the manor. "The hell?! I thought I peed myself a little there." John stood up and wore his pants, while he was searching his lighter. "And I was having such a nice dream too." John put on his shirt, grab a stick of cigarette from his pocket and went straight down to know if anything had happened.
Downstairs, he saw two guys talking as he litted his cigarette. John puffed his smoke and ask "Did that lightning hit anything outside? It sounded pretty close."
.:':.On Person.:':. .:':. pack of mentholated cigarette, lighter, ring..:':.
David looked at the new guy, who must of come in while everyone was asleep. "I want to say yes, but we haven't checked yet." David said looking towards the front door. "I will check the damages, I wont be long." David walked to the door, and opened it. Rain blew in all directions and clouded a lot of David's vision. As David stepped out side his shut the door behind him. David Stepped around the building and saw that a land slide blocked the garage. David then walked out into the rain his white shirt quickly became see threw. He looked towards the road everyone had come in on; there were a few huge tree branches that blocked the path from cars coming in or going out, but could easily be moved by hand.
David turned to go in but tripped. As he looked to see what he tripped over his blood went cold. there was a human hand and what looked to lay berried slightly, a morbid fleshed head next to the hand. David jumped to his feet and ran inside the hotel.
"Well we have some problems. One were stuck here for a little, there is a landslide that blocked the garage; and a few large branches block our way out. Two find Louise and tell her to explain why there are dead bodies out side... I'm going to go grab Krysta and make sure she is okay." David said breathing heavily, then running up stairs.
As he reached Krysta's door he began banging on it "Krysta wake up!" he shouted.
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