The screaming made her wince and rattled her head a bit, quickly ditching that creepy a** door--what the <******** joining the others in the passageway they'd found. "The hell kinda place is this?"
When Hania began to head toward the left door, she followed, trying the handle on that to see what would be the result. "No more ghosts, no more ghosts, no more ghosts," she hissed under her breath, a prayer of a mantra. She'd rather s**t she could beat up. Give her one of those horror movie plot lines.
The elevator, miraculously, worked. Julian stepped inside with a certain amount of reservation and wariness, wrapping the phone cord a little more securely around his wrist to keep it secure. He pushed the button for the main floor, took a breath as the elevator started to move, and felt a certain sense of grim satisfaction that he had been right in his choice.
Fingers, along his scalp, across the back of his neck. A voice rasping in his ear, curling around his thoughts. Julian's heart slammed into overdrive, his breathing quickening without intention, and he felt his palms begin to sweat, his brow furrowing.
"No," he said aloud, but his voice trembled, galling him. He squeezed his eyes shut, opened them, and staggered out of the elevator as the doors dinged open, Julian gasping out a sound, clutching a hand to his chest, his other gripping the phone so tightly that he thought he might crack it.
"Damnation," Julian snarled, and there was nothing in the elevator.
Austen leapt back with a screech, nearly dropping her IV pole. She stumbled on something behind her and almost fell over, dragging the pole with a scrape across the ground to keep her balance, clutching onto it the best she could.
"Bugger and balls," she gasped, Austen straightening. "What the bloody hell was that?"
She hadn't seen anything. There was nothing there. Austen hastily fell into step with the rest of the group, ambling down the hall alongside them as they began to disperse into the two doors.
She'd seen the horror movies. She knew how this worked.
"Er," said Austen, brows raising. "Is this the moment where we all dissolve or some such?"
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 5:47 pm
oxygen tank - lingering behind
She was certainly unsure of the entire place. It was super scary, she had thought the haunted house had been spooky but this was something else entirely. Keeping the tank clutched close to her chest she followed the group along and gulped a little when there was a loud scream and she tried to huddle into the group a bit. She wished Accalia was here. Noticing some people lingering back she decided to keep with those few.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 5:52 pm
Caleb! Heading to the Front Doorway!Phone with cord
Well. Ow. Whatever…had been through that door…or whatever…the scream left a ringing in Caleb’s ears, and he winced, even has he looked around to see if anyone was staring at him for making such a racket. The strange thing was, that nobody seemed to notice…except those others who also tried the door, but when they did, he didn’t hear anything coming from it at all.
…Was this just one big fun house of death or something? Sheesh.
When the door near the boilers was found, Caleb still wasn’t quite sure he wanted to use it…but he wasn’t going to stay behind, so off he went. When they were in the new hallway, he went right for the door in front of them—he had enough issues with doors to the side, and he wasn’t going to do that again, nor was he going to leave the group. That would just be stupid and suicidal, neither of which Caleb thought that he was.
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RESULTS:
Option One:
You take a chance and head towards the door straight ahead. The knob is difficult to turn but eventually gives way with enough push and you find yourself walking into an equally creepy... morgue. Well, if you were worried about landing in a horror movie, you surely are headed in the right direction!
Option Two:
The door on the left seems like a safe option--whoever heard of the right path being directly in front of you?! Taking a deep breath to steel yourself, you cautiously open it and step inside.... only to realize there's no floor under your feet. Too terrified to even scream, you plummet into the darkness, falling for what feels like far too long.
You can suddenly see the ground beneath you, and you're falling so fast that you know you'll die once you hit it. Maybe you decide to close your eyes and pray, or maybe you just scream. Whatever you do, you have only seconds until you hit the concrete and...
You stumble hard and throw your hands out, bracing yourself against the wall. You're back in the hallway, and if you glance behind you, the door you just went through is still closed. No one seems to think that anything strange has happened. Did you imagine it all?
Trembling, you decide not to try that door again.
Option Three:
You decide to linger behind and let the others do the honors of figuring out where each door leads. As the others push forward, you find yourself getting left behind. Darkness shrouds you and despite not actually stepping in any direction, the thickness of the darkness leaves you suddenly finding yourself lost. Moving forward several yards, you no longer see any light, nor do you hear any voices of the other tourists. You turn around and run the other way, but the same applies. You begin to panic and start getting a little bit terrified because what is going on, only to turn around and suddenly see everyone still standing there. Wait... but it was dark just a second ago....
Better keep up with them!
You enter the morgue. It's just as creepy as you would think a basement morgue would be. There are a few overhead lights glowing directly above some examination tables and a few large coolers which you assume were built to hold the dearly departed. A rusty looking sink sits to the side, as does what you can only assume is a draining device of some kind.
The most noticeable thing, however, is the large black shroud bag sitting on one of the examination tables. The light above the bag flickers once, twice, three times and after a few moments, you notice the contents of the large, human-sized bag begin to move.
Do you...
Option One
HIT IT, HIT IT, HIT IT WITH ANY AND EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT.
Option Two
Slowly open it.
Option Three
You ain't going anywhere near it.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 6:08 pm
Gweneth Malley - HIT IT, HIT IT, HIT IT WITH ANY AND EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT. (Broken IV Pole) She stepped right through the door without thinking and before she even had a chance to yell in surprise she noted the floor was completely missing below her and she began to plummet through nothingness. Eventually she found her voice and her yelling and screaming began.
Gwen had no concept of the passage of time so she had no clue how long she was falling until she was finally able to see the ground and it was then that it hit her that she was likely going to die right there. Smashed to pieces upon the hard ground like nothing.
Wait. Maybe if she powered up she could save herself?
Too late. The ground was too close. She closed her eyes fo the impact.
And she fell forward, her hand hitting the hard sides of the walls as her eyes snapped open. Her breathing was harsh and ragged and perspiration glowed on her brow. “What the hell was that.” She said as she looked around.
No one else seemed to notice a thing.
Swallowing hard she pushed away from the wall and kept a fair distance from the door she had thought she walked through. Instead she followed the group into something that looked like it was straight out of a horror film. Perfect, a morgue.
And there on the table was a body bag. And it was moving…
Gwen didn’t think twice. Her high-strung emotions from her last experience had her on edge enough that she immediately sprung into action and began using the body bag like a punching bag.
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Maybe lingering behind wasn't the best idea in the world. She began to panic as she moved forward and seemed unable to actually go anywhere. Everything is dark and everyone else seemed to go away and suddenly she's back with the group.
This was not going to well for her.
Keeping with the group she watched as they entered into a morgue and she didn't like how cold it was, and creepy.
Closing her eyes she wasn't going to go anywhere near the bag with it's movingness. NOPE. Not happening at all. She wasn't going to touch it. She was scared.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 6:20 pm
Rayna - ain't gonna go near it
Rayna's breath was coming in heaving gasps. That had felt way too real. The teen had honestly believed that it was the end of her journey. Trying to calm her racing heart the teen joined the rest of the group in the morgue and immediately caught sight of the bag on the table. After the last two experiences Rayna was definitely not going to do anything that would seem foolish. Still clutching at her chest Rayna watched to see what the rest of the group would do. There was no way she was going to even go near that thing if it could be helped.
"Apparently a Negaverse run one." Hania said as the ringing finally died down. When Kailey started to chant about no more ghosts the guardian cat readily agreed. Once the door was opened he stepped into the room. He almost let out a yowl of fear when he started to fall with no floor beneath him for a moment only for it to show up. The cat kept his legs pointed down so they would catch him as the ground came faster and closer, knowing that no mater what it would probably hurt. Just when he was about to hit the ground he found himself stumbling into Kailey's legs and back in the hall.
His fur was standing on end while his eyes were wide after that 'trip'. "Straight door, let's go straight door." He said then hurried after the group. The fact that they ended up in the morgue was just par for the course. When he spotted the bag that was on the table he kept himself far away from it for now.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 6:28 pm
Rhiannon Beaumont - Option two
Okay, so it was a morgue. She didn’t like this. Rhiannon glanced to the other guy who headed through the door. He didn’t look too great.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. This was a horrible situation for them all to be in, but he looked like he’d just seen a ghost or something. His face was practically white and he was gripping at the phone he carried much too tightly.
Reaching out, she placed a hand against his arm. It was only for a few moments before she pulled away. They were still looking for a way out, after all.
She didn't like any of this, but they couldn't all afford to get spooked over this. And she was comfortable in these kind of sterile environments. The movements of the bag made her jump, but she tried to open it slowly before everyone else tried to whack at it.
The group was moving on without her, oddly swift; Jada swallowed, staring after them into the darkness. And then, all too soon, they were gone. Moved far past and far beyond, and while a corner of her mind might be screaming that this wasn't right, it didn't stop her pulse from rising, breath catching uncomfortably, wheezing softly.
She couldn't even see the boi-
Voices. The group was- Why had she ******** this place.
The fact they were in a morgue, next, as she chased after them (deciding to let the retreat guard itself) made her even more uncomfortable. The moving body bag gave her a shriek, and she skittered back. "Don't get CLOSE to it!" she cried out to the people moving in to touch it. "Do you want zombies?! This is how we get zombies, and it is not Halloween, okay?"
It was dismal and dim, entirely too creepy and unpleasant for Julian's tastes. He wrinkled his nose at the very smell of it, at the very sight of it, slowly making his way around to look with a narrow eyed gaze at everything that was in the place, his lips pressing together in a thin line.
His heart still felt uneasy, off kilter. It was a terrible sensation, his chest tightening with every step, and he hated feeling as off as he did, Julian normally entirely self assured and confident about his every choice in life. This was something entirely different.
He wished, for the first time, that he could power up.
There was something in a bag on the table - something in danger of moving. Julian edged towards it, his pulse quickening, clutching the phone as tightly in his hand as he could as he came closer to the thing, gaze narrowing further.
The woman beside him, blond and looking just as unhappy about being here as he was, had asked him a question, and it took Julian a moment to actually register this in his sluggish mind. He gave a small shake of his head to clear it, sweat beading against his forehead.
"This place is a hellhole," Julian muttered in response. "I don't want to be here. This is a nightmare."
He stretched out his free hand and very slowly tried to open the bag.
Austen's decision to stay behind was not a good one.
For the first minute or so, it had been okay.
For the second set of minutes, it had started to become very Not Okay.
By the time five minutes had passed, Austen had started racing around the place, gasping and panting and trying to find a way out until she'd at last somehow stumbled upon the group of people she'd been with again, her heart in her throat.
She wasn't actually sure how she'd found them again, but it was much better than being alone. Austen scrambled after them and found herself in an even worse room, a room with -
"Oh," said Austen. "Oh, this is dreadful."
And the bag was moving. Austen gave a squawk and leapt back, arms and legs flailing, the IV pole swinging towards the thing on the table in an attempt at batting it away, or maybe it was just a lot of scrambling to make sure she wasn't about to get eaten.
"Bloody hell, this place is a nightmare, innit?" Austen said brightly, to no one in particular. There were plenty of other people around, but she was, in reality, more concerned about actually getting out of here than making friends. Which was a shame, because there were many people who looked as though they could use a good friend, Austen glancing from wary face to wary face, her lips curving down in a disappointed frown.
She kind of wanted to hit whatever was in the bag again, but refrained at the last moment.
Right, right, there was no use being ridiculous about this, it was a hospital and this was - well, it was whatever it was, there was no reason to believe zombies existed - not that such things seemed to mean anything to Jordan's compatriots - it was so dark it was so ******** dark, Jesus Christ god damn these ******** lights who had built this building - fine! Fine! Whatever, it didn't matter! They could maintain some manner of manners -- open the bag. Could be someone trapped. Could bargain for escape. Could be, could be.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 6:39 pm
Kailey O'Carroll {Broken Wheelchair Fragment} Not going near the bag
"I better get my ******** money back. I donated for a hospital, not a haunted house," she grumbled back to Hania as she pushed the door open.
Only to find herself falling.
She choked on her scream and tried to grab for Hania, only to find nothing but darkness and she was still falling and down there was a floor and it was ******** concrete and <******** could she henshin up and safe herself would that even work--
The choked scream came out as a rough cough as she slammed her hands against the wall, eyes unfocused for a moment or two longer before she jerked back with realization. "Right--I mean yes, front, front," she hastily agreed, following Hania as her pulse pounded in her chest and roared in her ears. She wasn't exactly thrilled to be in a freaking morgue and when the ******** body bag began to move she stayed the hell away from that.
"The ******** is doing all this? Are they freaking youma?" Ghosts existed in books, films, and that's about it. The hell was this?
What the ever loving... Mathias made a mental note, provided he got out of this bullshit alive, to have a VERY long talk with General Obsidian. It wasn't like his name wasn't IN the roster. A warning to avoid the tour at this point would have sufficed.
He made a mental note that if DID make it out alive - an after action report on the LACK of research done by the general would be... useful.
But in any case, he'd managed to wander into the morgue, and he wasn't about to risk anything at this point - and thus was more than happy to bring the oxygen tank he found onto the moving bag. If it was an innocent human being - too damn bad.
