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 Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 8:28 am
"Huh, seems like I asked a stupid question there". Jonathan sighed gently and stretched his now tired arms, he was the only one prepared and even he didn't come fully prepared in fact he only took two clips for his pistol and they only carried eleven rounds so he was a bit low on ammo. But two clips with eleven rounds each meant twenty two shots so that was twenty two kills if he aimed for the head or heart and even if he missed the head, nobody really ever recovers from taking a .40 S&W.
Well better get things over with if there's any chance of getting out of here quickly. "Alright so we've agreed to help each other with our own tasks, fair enough".
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 7:15 pm
  Riley wasn't quite bought on the whole "this place is dangerous" thing. The place was supposed to be empty, right? She'd been sent a colorful brochure, and she'd assumed it was still up and running, she hadn't been told different until arriving. So, did anyone know why it was empty? If it was just -poof- empty, then that meant natural disaster, or some kind of big even thing. If the whole place caught on fire, or found itself underwater-- what crazies were crazy enough to stay? Not many, by all of Riley's calculation.
Though, maybe she wasn't the best judge. After all, having lead a mostly normal life, she couldn't say that she'd been pushed into very many terribly dangerous situations. It seemed as if they'd stood around for entirely too long. Were they here to stall, or to check things out? Of all of them, with the exclusion of Adam who had revealed as little about himself as humanly possible in the situation, Jonathan was the only one who didn't necessarily need to go into the town itself.
"Maybe we should get going." Riley suggested, though she hoped she wasn't the only one who'd had such an idea. Sure, there hadn't been any time, that she was expected, only a date-- and, obviously, some time after her flight landed and she'd been given time to arrive. It wasn't like her parents to be so vague, hell, would it kill them to drop her a phone call? They had to have her phone number, if they had her address.
Of course, Riley hadn't seen her parents in quite some time, it wasn't so hard to say that they had changed. Hell, since she'd last "known" them, she'd changed, she'd changed a lot. A question came to mind. Would they even recognize her? To her, she didn't look so unlike she used to, but in the past six years she'd become a different person entirely. Maybe she appeared similar, but it wasn't even fair to call that girl she'd been Riley.
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 8:42 pm
 xx xx xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxseamus jacob erikson Jonathan spoke up. A stupid question? It seemed that way, but maybe it wasn't so crazy to assume. After all, they didn't know anything about each other, and maybe one of them happened to carry a weapon, out of paranoia or something. Seamus wasn't sure he could be trusted with a weapon. It'd been a long time since he'd trusted himself at all.
Seamus' lips quirked upward in a rare, though undoubtedly odd, smile as he responded to Jonathan: "Every tool is a weapon-- if you hold it right." Probably, the reference wasn't picked up by anyone around him, Seamus' smile dropped like a rock, and he was back to his former, stoic self. "I'm sure we'll find something on the way." He assured Jonathan, composed once again.
With that out of the way, Riley suggested they started moving. The girl looked antsy, though Seamus couldn't help but wonder why. It wasn't in his nature to ask question, especially personal things, but the girl seemed like she was in a perpetual state of... weirdness. He nodded slowly, shooting a glance at the others to see their reaction to the suggestion.
It seemed like a great idea, to him. After all, they were all here for something, and what they seemed to be doing in the graveyard was wasting time. Though Seamus was on no particular agenda, his time was still precious. He thought, with only more conviction than previous, he was going to stay as long as it took to get what he'd come for-- but that didn't mean that he didn't want to find it as soon as he could. After all, no one in their right mind would want to pass some time in a place like this.
As if to get the group started moving, Seamus was already leading the way. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, he was by far extremely vulnerable to anything dangerous, just as much as anyone else, but in his eyes he was probably the most expendable.
((Short, but I wanted to get this posted before my computer went back into seizures.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 9:19 am
Maxwell Coralyn Reid  ----- She spent a few more moments in the station before making up her mind. Well Max, no one seems to be here, she thought, trekking through the rubbish of the officers’ desks. Max scavenged through the wreckage, but all she found were papers, discarded uniforms, an upturned coffee mug with a broken handle. Someone must’ve cleared out the place before me, she frowned, grumbling. There were a few guns in a locker she has broken open, but since no current threat was posed, she left them behind. No point in carrying extra weight. She grabbed a black leather coat hanging from beside the door that clashed with her red hair. She had expect typical weather where she had been going – sun, a few clouds – so she dressed in a strappy black tank top that hugged her body and narrow, dark-washed boot-cut jeans that hid most of her leather boots at the bottom. However, nothing seemed to be typical here, and there was no way to was going to freeze her a** off because of some roadblock town. She let the door slam loudly behind her without much thought.
The fog curled around Max’s ankles as she stepped out of the station; the fog made it difficult to see in any direction. Well, I guess I’ll just keep moving forward till I get to a crossroads. She soon came to a large bridge that crossed over a lake. It seemed to once be used for travel, but most of the cars were abandoned, clearly broken down. “Christ, this place is a goddamned ghost town,” Max scoffed; out of every place in the world to stop, she had to end up in the emptiest town she’d ever seen.
It took awhile to get to the other side of the bridge, but when she did, things didn’t look much better. Mote empty cars littered the streets, but Maxwell couldn’t get any to start. Soon she reached a gas station. Not sure how that’s going to help much now. She entered with as much hesitation as she had at the police station. “Hello?” she called into the building. “Anyone here?” Of course, no one answered; she hadn’t really been expecting one. The cash registers were open and empty, and beer bottle glass was strewn all over the ground, along with papers, boxes and dirt. Dust hung everywhere, and she wondered just how old the place was. There was a small dining area with two tables and a booth, but she couldn’t find any chairs. Strange, I guess. The restrooms hung off to the corner, and Max walked over to one, opening the rusted door. “Hello?” she called again.
Gas station restrooms were never pretty, but this had to have been the worst one the red-head had ever seen. Toilet paper and towels were cemented on the floors, the walls, the ceilings. The only room was dimly lit, and if that weren’t eerie enough, dark patches of something stained the floors and walls as well. A broken sink hung from a wall, and the mirror above was blackened out with some sort of paint or marker. The stench was equally overpowering, sending Max back out, not having quite enough courage nor curiosity to explore the individual stalls. She figured it would be cleaner – and safer – to piss outside if she had to.
Feeling lightheaded, Max wandered to the booth, sliding in. Normally she would have kept moving, but she had to sit after that horrific encounter. “What the ******** happened here?” she voiced aloud. A wrinkled, yellowed paper caught her eye, and she opened it carefully. A picture of a young girl was pasted, as well as the large black caption “MISSING” on the top. The poster was so old, the name and any information that had been on the bottom had faded and warped away. Max didn’t know or care much for kids, but something about the girl’s picture nagged at her brain. Before she could give it much thought, blood from a gash on her forehead that she didn’t know she had dripped onto the table, and she concurrently fell over and passed out.-----   
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 3:51 pm
[OOC: I'mma go ahead and post again, 'cuz I don't want this to die.]
Everyone was standing around, still. Like they were scared, or something. Seamus assured them that they would definitely be guaranteed something that could be used as a weapon, later. Riley nodded with sudden conviction. "Good enough for me." She spoke up suddenly, and seemed to stand suddenly straighter.
There wasn't a lot of authority to be had in the girl, she'd never been a leader, but the urge struck her when everyone else milled around like the coward they were proving themselves to be. "You guys can stand around here, if you want, but psychopaths or not, I'm leaving." And just like that, Riley turned away from the others and headed for the exit, presumably in the opposite direction she had come.
All of the graves look years old, some of the words worn off of the older ones, and more than a few of the stones were corroded, chipped and cracked. The fog made it hard to see far, but Riley had a good enough sense of the direction, and she figured she'd eventually hit street, and that's when her map would come in handy.
But it didn't. The fog only led her onto the road, and after that there were no signs. She kept to a straight line down the main road, and she might've been worried about traffic in the fog, but it seemed as if the roads were blocked off from both sides. She'd known about one, but not the other-- that was why she'd entered via the observation deck, rather than the main road.
In the fog, there was the first change she'd seen in some time. Riley swore she saw something, someone, lumbering through the fog, fast. It was short, maybe the size of a child. Riley, momentarily forgetting her inhibitions picked up her pace. "Hey, you!" She called after the figure that was moving quickly away, already starting to fade back into the fog. It didn't react to her yelling, and that was when she remembered it.
Jonathan and the others had thought this town might be unsafe, and Jonathan himself had been here to meet a psychopath. Probably, some caution was in order. Riley couldn't help it, though, she had to see who it was, if it was anyone at all-- she was sure she hadn't imagined it. She started running, trying to keep the figure in her sight, but it seemed as if it were moving faster than she could.
The mist seemed to have cleared out around what appeared to be some building, though it looked to her no different than any other. It was a gas station. The figure wasn't around, at least, not that Riley could see. She'd never seen more than a glimpse of it, and wondered if she'd imagined it. There was no reason for her to go into the gas station, hell, if anything the place looked dangerous. Even if the tanks were empty, the fumes could still be dangerous, couldn't they?
Riley stepped toward the gas station, if only because she needed a moment out of the extreme openness of the streets. A break, and hell, something had led her here, hadn't it? If not only her own delusional mind. Riley approached the building, casting a hasty glance up at the sign that read Texxon, presumably the chain. The doors were the standard glass, though one of them seemed broken through, the doors could've been locked but she didn't think to check. Riley stepped carefully through the broken out frame.
The place was big, for a gas station, though just as desolate as the graveyard, but it was different. Cemetaries were supposed to seem empty, and sad, but the whole town seemed to have that abandoned air about it. She'd never been in a place so empty before, and she wasn't entirely sure how careful she should've been.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 4:26 pm
Jonathan had heard Riley call out to someone or something and this caused him to run after her, whatever she had found could have been dangerous or it could have been safe but now was not the time to take chances. Jonathan managed to catch up with her surprisingly, chasing women was not his forte, no pun intended.
He gently placed a hand on Riley's shoulder and stepped in front of her. "Stay behind me, if something jumps out at us just run or find something to defend yourself with". This wasn't manly nonsense or trying to look cool in front of the girl, bottom line was he had a gun and they didn't and if anyone's going to take some bullets it might as well be him. Jonathan took his pistol out of the holster on his belt, it was a Beretta 96 housing .40 S&W bullets so whatever was in here and if it proved dangerous, the gun would easily take it down. Jonathan slowly crept into the gas station holding the pistol in his hands, he glanced around and saw that everything was scattered and laying around, food products, magazines and even the cash register was wrecked, it looked like a typical breaking and entering scene. Jonathan's eye slowly came to what appeared to be a woman out cold sitting near a table. He rushed over and checked to see if there was a pulse. "Phew, still alive...".
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 2:07 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxseamus jacob eriksonThere was a moment of silence, and during that moment the blond girl, Riley, made a stupid decision. The girl was going to get herself killed, at this rate. She turned, and with nary a backwards glance walked straight out of the cemetery. They all stood staring awkwardly for a moment at each other, as if trying to make sense of her unusually hasty movement, though none of them could safely say they knew each other. But to say that it was hasty for a normal person was not so outlandish.
There was a yell, somewhere outside of the cemetery, and everyone was leaping to conclusions. Jonathan was quick on his feet, and the first one moving, but the others, the others being Seamus and Adam, were close behind. Riley was running up ahead, barely visible through the shifting fog, and they all seemed to have stopped in front of a gas station.
Like everything else, it looked as if it'd been abandoned in a hurry. The door leading in was broken, and the glass crunched under foot. Jonathan was heading toward a figure that Seamus hadn't seen yet, a redhead who looked unconscious, lying against a table. He said she was alive. "Alive isn't the same thing as alright." Seamus responded to him, almost a little coldly.
It was hard to guess how long the place had been abandoned, not so long that dust had collected in a thick layer, but nothing had been touched in some time. Maybe weeks, though he almost wouldn't have been surprised if this were a place suspended in time, where years could go by and have no effect on the place and its structures. Seamus stepped carefully over fallen shelves, looking for anything of any use.
On the floor lay a radio, the little pocket kind that people clipped to their belts while they worked, what caught Seamus's eye was that it looked as if it might've been in working condition. He bent to pick it up, and turned it over in his hand. It looked fine, minus a couple of small scratches. He turned it on, and was surprised to see the little red light glow, but through it came only silence pierced momentarily by fits of soft static. Weird.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 3:09 pm
Maxwell Coralyn Reid ----- Maxwell spent what felt like an eternity in a dreamless black, suspended in time. It was the feeling of warmth against her wrist that made her shoot up and awake, springing like a tiger on whomever had touched her. In your job, sleep equals death. How could you be so stupid? she thought. The crash earlier must gave been harder on her than she thought. Damn, the last I need is a ******** concussion. Having the handicap of being surprised, Max didn't take time to scan her surroundings; her hand shot to her side and she stood straight up, aiming her gun in a man's face. His hands went directly in the air before backing up, a natural reaction. His retreat caught the others' -- others? There were people here? -- attention, and sight of them made her flinch. She hadn't been prepared, and now she was backed into a corner.
Although the others seemed relatively harmless, the man in front of her had a gun as well, and not seeing any obvious form of authority, she wasn't feeling well enough to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Don't move," she ordered carefully, trying not to sway from the quick rise she'd taken; everything spun mildly, but she refused to show her weakness at that moment. "Who are you?" she directed specifically to the one in front of her; since he was the bigger threat, she decided to address him first. She realigned her aim, holding the barrell of her gun in line with the man's forehead. "And no lies. I'll know if you're lying."
Waiting for the man's response, she took careful observation of the others. There was a blonde girl who couldn't have been much, if at all, older than Max herself, and another man who stood in shock as much as the others, but showed less of it on his face. He seemed stoic and calculating, and Max made a mental note to keep a closer eye on him. The man in front of her hurriedly explained things on their end, and Max relaxed slightly, lowering her Glock, but not releasing it. "So you're not from around here then?" she inquired, not really expecting an answer. She waited for the questions she knew were bound to come for her -- Who was she? How'd she get a gun? Did she know what happened here? Standing silent, she felt another object in her left hand; she had crumpled the poster from earlier in passing out, and hadn't released it. As soon as they're through, I might as well ask. The red-head didn't expect much though.----- ((Sorry, I've been bogged down with hw and other RP posts; I'll make a longer post next time! >.<))
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 3:32 pm
Jonathan stepped hastily in front of Riley, and it was annoyance that colored her expression. He was barking orders, all of a sudden: stay back, run or find a weapon. Sure, it was for safety, but a part of Riley didn't care. She'd always been well enough on her own, at least, that was what everyone assumed, and why would that change now? It was Jonathan's surprise that kept her from pushing past him in the gas station, before he ran off to a girl.
Of course, she was unconscious-- but she didn't look like a particularly happy person. Jonathan mentioned that she was still alive, and that was when Seamus stepped through the broken door, and commented that alive was not alright. True enough, though Riley wouldn't have known from experience. Seamus' voice was somewhere between hostile and chilly, though detached. The man was unreadable, and Riley didn't like it a bit.
Jonathan had the girl covered, it seemed, and they seemed to have, to some degree, split up. Riley was aware of Adam somewhere behind her, just entering the building, but she paid him no further attention as she approached the counter, peering over it in to the darkness where the light coming through the fogged windows did not reach. There was nothing, but the floor was scuffed with ugly scratches, and they were filled with black. Riley didn't what to know what it was, and instead inspect the items on the counter. Nothing particularly interesting, just the normal gas station things.
She spotted a little case full of little flashlights, the kinds you kept around for when the power went out, so you could find the candles-- maybe it wouldn't be of much help, but Riley picked one up anyway. It clicked on, offering a beam of light that was something of a comfort, though she feared running the battery down. She grabbed a spare and emptied the batteries out of a couple of others. The sun wouldn't be out forever, and the dark in a place like this would not be friendly.
The noise somewhere behind Riley was that of things being pushed roughly out of the way, commotion-- and the negative kind. She swung around to see that the girl that had previously been unconscious had a gun on Jonathan. He hand his hands up in a kind of surrender, and though this was probably a misunderstanding, somehow Riley thought Jonathan would've looked a lot less defeated.
He stammered out some kind of explanation, and the girl seemed to accept it distrustingly. She lowered her weapon, and Riley did what she always seemed to do-- she spoke before she'd put proper thought into her words. "Everyone here's out of their ********' minds." She muttered under her breath. The girl waited in the silence that followed, presumably she expected a flurry of questions, though she would've been sorely disappointed. No one had delved into much about each other, why would they over this new girl? Maybe it was no more suspicious that she had a gun than Jonathan had. Though it seemed like everyone had come here expecting something bad. Riley could only be glad that she wasn't the only one misinformed. "Who're you?"
Seamus didn't look quite as surprised as he ought to have, but he had something in his hand that emitted a red glow. In the silence prior to the redhead's answer, Riley could hear faint static. A radio? If it didn't pick up any stations, Riley didn't see the use for it, but she didn't speak up, after all, it could come in handy.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 4:17 pm
((Huh, could've sworn I would've actually gotten a chance to post my character's reaction and explanation. ******** it, not in the mood to start anything))
Jonathan rummaged through some scattered objects in the gas station, he decided not to open his mouth or really do any major movements or actions since last time he got a gun pointed at his face by some jumpy little girl. He picked up a discarded newspaper and tried to find a date on it, hoping to find an exact time as to when this place became a ghost town. He did find a date, however it wasn't pleasing, the newspaper dated to a few years back roughly about three or four years give or take. Something then caught Jonathan's eye, a wallet laying amongst some ashes and papers that had been thrown away or lost, he flipped it open to see the owner's ID but also something that hit Jonathan, a photo of the person and a group of children.
Upon seeing that photo, the sweet yet haunting sounds of that fatal day two years ago began playing inside Jonathan's head, the sounds of children playing happily while their parents conversed with one another joyfully laughing, all that happiness and joy cut down by the loud sound of the church being blasted apart by an explosion. The laughing turned to screams and screams turned to intense crying as next came the worst part, survivors asking Jonathan what went wrong, accusing him off neglecting his duty, people blaming him. Jonathan sat in the gas station, his eye wide open as he was stuck replaying that horrible memory, all because of one photo.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 9:35 pm
_________________Trapped with those forever silenced;;xxxxxxx_________________xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx THIS IS GOING TO TAKE THE CLARITY OUT OF ME
There was a short pause as Riley said that they should leave the graveyard, and Adam merely thought in the second pause they should go back the way Riley had come, since that was an exit from the graveyard. To his half-surprise, she broke out into a trot in the opposite direction, quickly retreating down the path with a hasty and none to friendly comment. Jonathan was the first to follow, Adam and Seamus leaving after her at exactly the same time. Presently, she broke into a run, calling out to someone inscrutible to Adam from his vantage point. Jonathan chased after her, and Adam merely quickened and widened his gait so as to be in the back.
They arrived, strangely enough, at a run down Texxon gas station, Adam examining the expected solemn vacancy of the gas station with only half interest. He turned his gaze down just in time to see Seamus walk in through the broken pane of the glass door leading into the gas station itself. He walked up to the door, tugging it outwardly instead. The door itself did not protest, swinging open easily instead. He walked though the broken door, stepping through the actual doorway instead of the frame of glass. He felt the crunch of cullets beneath his shoes, continuing calmly into the room. Just as he stepped in, the redheaded woman sprang up, a gash on her forehead leaking down her nose and carving a path to her chin. In one hand she held a gun and in the other a crumpled and slightly yellowing sheet of paper. A silence followed, broken only by Riley's speech.
Adam chose to ignore that particular conversation; after all, she was most likely refering to Jonathan closest to her, and Riley who was in her line of vision. She seemd hardly aware that he was there, actually. If she wanted to know his name, she could ask him directly. Of course he wasn't the outgoing type, and he wasn't about to be.
Instead, his attention was attracted by a low buzzing noise, to which he turned and saw a radio in Seamus' hand. A red light glowed from it, the thing still being functional despite most likely being found in the deserted and decrepit Texxon station. He found himself drifting over to Seamus.
"Incredible that still works, although I'm not sure how it'd be a lot of use to us..." he said quietly, glancing up at Seamus' apathetic face before returning to the radio and it's low buzzing. It was true, a radio was of no use to them in a place where there was no on to recieve the waves.
>>I can post now but I'm unsure how long said arrangement will last, so, no promises.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 3:14 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxseamus jacob erikson((@ Sinistar: You still could've.
@ Err'body: Did you guys like my misuse of a whole bunch of adjectives?))
The redhead seemed to jump up, turning a gun on Jonathan. Everyone looked shocked, but somehow Seamus didn't exactly convey the feeling. Jonathan explained their situation, and she backed off. If it was everyone's attention she'd wanted, she sure had gotten it. Seamus could hear Riley make some comment under her breath, and he couldn't help the dry chuckle that escaped his lips. She didn't know how right she was.
She asked the redhead who she was, and with that Seamus had lost interest. She posed no immediate threat, and he could think of nothing that might further his interest in her. Maybe she'd expected more, he didn't care either way-- let the others preoccupy themselves with the girl, though it didn't seem as if anyone else actually did. They all went back about their own interests.
Adam picked his way through the gas station toward Seamus, and commented on the radio. He nodded calmly. Some radio stations could be picked out better at night, and though Adam didn't seem to guess that it would be useful, Seamus could differ. If they were planning on being here for a while, and he knew he would, he could think of a couple uses. "Phones are down, and if this can pick up anything, it'd be nice to have some connection to the outside world." True enough that it seemed as though this town was its own little world, completely unconnected to everywhere with a "normal" number of pulsing hearts.
Seamus turned the knob, searching for anything, but all that he received for his efforts was different variations of the same dull static, passing in and out, none of it louder or more intense than the next. He debated turning it off, what if he was to miss some moment of clarity? But instead wishful thinking fell to logic and he turned it off, pocketing it-- better to save the battery. He'd try again at night.
Seamus watched warily as Jonathan crossed the gas station and his eyes locked on something. If anything, the guy was spacey-- he more belonged in a mental ward than anywhere else. Maybe whatever had gotten to his eye had also gotten back into his brain. To say the least, Jonathan was the last person Seamus would've entrusted with a gun, after all, it seemed unlikely that he was a good shot when his depth perception had to be damaged by his lack of vision. Jonathan seemed to have caught himself in a staring match with the contents of a wallet, horror visible enough on the side of his face that was not bandaged.
Ordinarily, Seamus wouldn't have spoken up, he would've gone back to looking for something useful, or fiddling with the radio, but instead he figured it'd be best to have everyone at some level of alert. "Hey, Jonathan." It looked as if Riley, too, had found something undeniably useful. A flashlight, but by the looks of things there was only one, otherwise he would've requested she arm everyone. He figured when it got dark here, it would be dark. After all, with this much fog, there was no hope for the moon to break through.
Seamus heard an audible click, and the static. His hand was already in his pocket, withdrawing the radio that was emitting static. He could think of no way that it might've turned itself on in his pocket, especially standing as still as he had been. The static hit a crescendo that seemed almost violent in nature, the apogee of the noise was a sharp, ear splitting scream of static that filled the gas station more fully than would a pair of much more capable speakers. The noise was formidable, Seamus had never heard anything like it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 6:03 pm
Riley had asked the question, but she didn't listen for the answer. Maybe the girl had offered a name, or something, maybe she hadn't. Riley wasn't paying attention, as her attention was taken by other things. Seamus spoke up, maybe louder than he had in the past, though he was calling to Jonathan. There was no question, no follow-up anything-- Riley's eyes fell on their white-haired traveling companion, who seemed to be staring intensely at a wallet.
His back was to her, but she'd never seen someone so tense in her life. That was a lie, maybe she had, whatever. She banished the thought, though she hardly had to.
A sound came into the room, and it was started by a click that resounded ominously, but did not fall to silence, but rather to static. Quiet, at first, only a hum, but it fell loud, not background noise any longer, it was piercing, deafening in the screams of feedback. But it didn't sound like static she had heard, this had a quality to it that was dangerous, sharp, even.
Despite herself, Riley clasped her palms over her ears in a futile attempt to muffle the sound, but it did nothing, not even dampen it. But something roared above it, when it seemed that the noise had reached its highest point. The sound of breaking glass, which could've been music in comparison, though what it brought was horrible.
Through the whole where the tall, long window had once been there crawled something that looked more dead than alive. It seemed to move like a thing propelled by gears, clockwork, though it looked entirely organic. It had the figure of a human, almost, though human wasn't the word to describe it. It was a mound of flesh shaped into two legs, two arms, a torso, and some kind of lump of skin for a head. It was torn, so that until the waist it was two half, separated though held together by strands of muscle and splinters of bone. Blood oozed out of the tear between the two halves, the blood rising in dark red bubbles, before popping against the ceiling, leaving the liquid the drip down from above.
One half looked oddly feminine, with half of an hourglass shape, and something like the mound of flesh where a breast might have supposed to have been. The other half had a broader chest, more muscular features, though it was hard to tell as both halves were squirming as if filled with something that would not lie still. They were convulsing, as they might've been coursing with electricity, twitching madly, and stumbling forward. Until the waist, the two halves seemed to move independently, and they seemed to struggle forward as if two minds could not cooperate the twitching movements.
Each seemed to have a mouth, though in the mound of skin it only looked as if a space had been torn open and hollowed out, both halves screeched a piercing scream that seemed far more ominous than anything the radio could've managed. With its roar poured blood, which bubbled like froth and popped to let the dark liquid pool on the floor, and splatter the walls. The thing, convulsing and twitching, seemed to take a moment to observe the others.
Riley seemed the closest, having been standing beside the counter. She was wielding the flashlight, though it was small and particularly useless in this situation, as she might've a weapon. Her eyes searched the floor, as her mind struggled out some logical thoughts-- it must've been difficult, it was almost impossible to tear her eyes away from the beast. It reminded her of something distant, and painful-- something horrible. As if the appearance of the thing itself had wrenched her mind and tapped at something attached to that particular part of your brain that froze your spine, and filled your lungs with ice.
Riley couldn't seem to find a single thing that would serve as a better weapon, though the thing was lumbering almost painfully toward whatever it had made its target. Why did gas stations have to be so damn safe? Why couldn't they sell axes, or shotguns? Or big-scary-monster killer? In between its squeals, the thing wheezed like something suffocating, though who could've blamed it-- what with its lungs split in half, and clearly visible through the holes in its sides where it seemed to have been split, though it was hard to believe that it had ever been whole.
[OOC: Remember, guys, different people see different things. Make it good, it only gets worse from here. ;D
Edited. If you have a problem with the description, I'll fix it-- though you kind of should've expected this upon coming in here. Is that pg-13? I have trouble telling.]
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:03 pm
Jonathan lightly shook himself out of his trip down memory lane, he slowly got to his feet and glanced around to make sure he was in reality. Sadly the reality he came back to was loud and deafening, Jonathan didn't like this reality, he wanted to go home, to work, to sleep, he wanted everything to just stop all together. He looked at his pistol, one shot could end it all for him and make it all go away for good, it may have been a cowardly way out but why should he care about what people think about him now? He could tell the others with him thought of him as some unstable gunman ready to snap and they probably didn't trust him.
Well no point complaining now, Jonathan sighed to himself and turned around and looked at what without a doubt the creepiest and most disgusting things he had ever seen. Two figures had entered the gas station via one of the large windows, the first figure looked like a woman, a horribly scarred and disfigured woman, she wore a dark red dress which did little to conceal her badly burnt legs and her left arm which barely hung onto the rest of her body. The worst part of the figure was the large piece of shrapnel that was stuck in the side of her face through her jaw. The other figure was a pale skinny man hunched over due to a strange apparatus nailed into his back with wires placed at vital joints, the man resembled some sort of bondage puppet complete with a leather mask, with every movement the man made, a pained and muffled groan came out of his mask.
Jonathan instantly knew these things were dangerous and Riley was closest to them, Jonathan had to be quick to avoid casualties and this called for action now. Jonathan quickly raised his pistol and aimed down the barrel with his one eye, the iron sight lined up with the female creature's head which led to Jonathan pulling the trigger twice. The pistol fired two bullets which soared past Riley and tore through the creature's skull like paper. "All of you get back! Now!!".
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 1:02 pm
Maxwell Coralyn Reid ----- The nervous man quickly explained himself. Turns out that none of them knew what was going on either, which was both a comfort and a disappointment to Max. She only vaguely paid attention to the names that were given to her; upon second inspection, there was another person in the building, quietly speaking to the male that she had put on her watch list: the one called Seamus. After Max relaxed, everyone quickly lost interest; unlike her, they seemed to have a reason to be here, and were most likely more focused on their individual goals. One common goal everyone seemed to share, however, was figuring out what the hell had happened to this place. The red-head’s ears prickled as they picked up the blonde girl’s – Riley’s – comment. Having a short temper, Max’s first reaction was to address the girl with her own view of the strangers, Riley included, but years of training held her tongue. She didn’t want to make any enemies here… not unless she had to, of course.
The bandaged man from before was off in another part of the room, looking at something small with terror on his face, a wallet it seemed. A thousand different reasons to explain his reaction swarmed in her head, but she shoved them away. Riley had demanded a mild introduction from her, after all, and Max was debating on how to answer. Probably best not to get personal with these people – it didn’t seem like they really were too touchy-feely anyway. Better for me to handle things, anyway. Pulling out her own wallet, she flipped it open for Riley to get a clear view. “I’m Agent Sparks,” using the title she’d been given when she entered her division; last names were dangerous to be throwing around. “CIA.” She saw no reason to delve any further; anything further was classified information that didn’t exist. Not on paper, anyway. Max pushed past the blonde brusquely, making her way over to Jonathan. “Who does it belong to?” She had a way of getting straight to the point; the red-head wasn’t one for niceties.
As she waited for his response, a crackling noise spread through the building, breaking into a loud-pitched whine coming from Seamus’ direction. “What the hell?” She spotted the device emerging from his pocket. “A radio? What’s wrong with it?” Her response was ill-timed: At that moment, a wall of glass shattered, once being the windows that made up most of the gas station. The force must have been immense; she didn’t think anything less than an explosion could make a noise that loud. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the terrible part, in fact, it was a molehill compared to what came next.
There was no way it was human, that was for sure. It resembled a mix between a horse and a slug, in the most repulsive way possible. To Max, it looked like a lump of bloodied flesh with scrawny back legs and a tiny nub of a head… if that even was its head. It pushed its upper half across the ground slowly, leaving behind a trail of blood across the grimy tiles. The worst part Max found about it was the way that it twitched, not just periodically or in some places, but everywhere, constantly, as if maggots crawled underneath the surface of its… skin. “What the ********> she was loud to voice her opinion, swinging up her weapon hastily. “What in ******** hell is that?” While she continued to freak out mentally, her body shut up and went into hunting mode. Taking quick but careful aim, she didn’t one shot off before she heard two more explosions come concurrently from next to her. She hadn’t been standing too far from Jonathan, whom in the commotion, she had forgotten, was equipped; he shot two bullets into the beast that caught. The creature bellowed a horrible sound that tore at Max’s ear and make her want to puke. “All of you get back! Now!!” Max scoffed in her mind; he wasn’t the only one trained in combat, and there wasn’t anyone other than herself that she’d trust with a gun – too many negative experiences hindered her trust. Besides, she wasn’t exactly one to be playing damsel.
Getting closer, Max flipped over the table and took cover, adding her own bullets to the beast. Blood was everywhere, but she couldn’t tell if it was from their shots, or if the thing just naturally secreted the s**t. She looked around the others; it was clear that Jonathan’s focus was on protection, but Max only wanted to make sure that the other’s stayed out of her way. The last thing she needed was to die in some forgotten ghost town because of an accident some stranger made. Riley had a flashlight that she must have found at the station, and she was swinging the beam around. Somehow within the last few moments, it had gotten darker, and although Riley was smart to use the thing, especially since the girl had no visible weapon of her own, Max’s agent instincts went off, and she noticed something right away.
“Put the damn light away!” she ordered, blasting another shot into the bellowing creature’s bloodied hump. The lack of obedience forced Max to snap out of her aiming and spin around to where Riley was standing. “Didn’t you hear me? The damn thing is following the ******** light! Shut it off!!”
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((Mentis: I thought it was PG-13. Sorry for my own post though: Max tends to curse a lot. Just let me know if you’d rather I tone it down a bit.))
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