Ritsa flinched as words were passed around. Human nature was hard to understand, would she do the same in his shoes. She had no idea, but losing family was a hard thing to deal with. Getting angry and seeking revenge because of the pain would have done huge amounts of damage to anyone. Forget what she would have done for someone she only knew a month. Her heart ached for Guy, ached for Jeff and screamed inside with the emotions the Mall rats were displaying. Her eyes flashed around from one person to the next if they were condemning him, then they should be condemning her too!
There was some sense of relief knowing the information from guy. "STOP IT!" Ritsa screamed darting forward in an attempt to intercept whatever was coming. "You can't just blame him and let me off the hook! Yeah it was ******** up, yeah things could have been handled better but look at what we've done here!? If you're going to kill him then I should share that fate. It was my words that killed him in the end. Mine not his. If you want responsibility I'll take it."
Ritsa wanted the fighting to end, they were suffering enough already moving from one challenge to another. "I'm sorry Leiah. Please forgive me, it was my words... not his."
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[ Infection Rate ]: o/100 Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands about 5'1''. Costume: What the avatar is wearing Rank: 3
yep this thing
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 10:51 pm
There was a part of Rich that wanted to squeeze Guy's shoulder in solidarity, comfort an obviously confused and broken young man. There was another part of Rich that wanted to drive his knife into Guy's shoulder over and over again, until he bled like a stuck pig and squealed like one too.
And then there was Leiah, and then there was Guy again, and this was getting them ******** down, y'all!" Rich hollered, butting in between the two of them. "Just settle yerselves right down, pull up yer big boy n' girl britches, and be ********' civil about this s**t."
Rich was fuming too, but this was no place to be throwing blows. "Jesus wept, y'all. Look, the casino wasn't Guy's fault. We all went there on our own accord, followed them fireworks. Jeff dyin'? That's probably Guy's fault, in part. But he was too busy playin' Bingo to buy Jeff, ya hear? All he did was commit the act - and for that he deserves punishment." A hard glare at the suited man.
"So don't nobody go around thowin' blame on yerselves, awright? That's not gonna get us nowhere, 'specially not survivn'."
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Face currently concealed by a Storm Trooper mask.
Leiah's eye twitched. She was just starting to calm down when Guy poked her in the chest. Okay....Breathe. It was just a poke, be calm, try not to explode...Then her eye twitched. b***h?
b***h?!
HOKAY!
Leiah sneered at Ritsa, rolling her eyes. "So you want me to just sit here and let that ******** canibal poke me?! Nope sorry! If you want the same treatment, if you feel you are that guilty then FINE! Get in line..." She stepped around Rich and Ritsa, marching with intent to harm the man before her. ******** it he needed to hurt some how and if they weren't planning on killing him, then why not go for the next best thing? Leiah raised her booted foot so that it was at juuuussssst the right angle, meaning heel first, and drove it home, aiming for the one part that was most sensitive on a man.
The family jewels.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 11:11 pm
"Jesus H. Christ." Rich swore, throwing his hands up. "Leiah, could ya jest settle down fer a half second? We need ta decide what ta do with him, as a group, peacefully."
Ironically, the last part of Rich's sentence was laced with a silent threat.
"And Rista, ya ain't gettin' the same fate as Guy. Y'all weren't even in on the plan; mistakes happen."
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Face currently concealed by a Storm Trooper mask.
Guy's reply made Gretel gave him a look and sighed. "Don't belittle yourself. I never trust anyone fully, even leader range. I trusted Jeff simply because he looks into details, and you, Guy, your cheerfulness keeps us optimistic. He earned his recognition and you earned yours." She paused to take a breathe, "My point is accident can happen anytime, and Jeff didn't set you up, you know him better than me."
Then the grey eyes stared at Ritsa, "Stop taking the part of blame not belong to you, it doesn't work to stop this and you will hurt yourself more. Your decision just partially related." She looked a bit softer when she turned to Leiah. "It's his fault for the thought of taking revenge but it's unwise to lose another person, here, Leiah. He did it wrongly, when Jeff was there, he didn't plan to save him because he held the grudges. And that, we lost another leader as he didn't consider the benefits of the faction as a whole." Guy's direction was wrong, the casino killed his sister, not Jeff.
"We're a group, let's discuss a valid way to deal with Guy." She sighed again, couldn't believe one of their leaders plotted on revenge on another in a situation like that, too stupid. If he didn't change his belief, he was going to do it again, that was what she worried about. She sent a look of approval towards Rich.
Marushii
Carhop Cavalier
Silver_tigress18
Viva Viola
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Character's name: Gretel Sweet Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: GO BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 23, Grey eyes, short hair dyed in silver grey and wearing a pair of lavender colored frame. Don't ask about Hansel :/ [ LOOK LIKE THIS ] Infection rate: 0/100 [RESET~!]
Calab is drawn by the voices. He'd been hearing them, for once not calling out to him, not accusing him and that seemed to make all the difference. People, so many people... all talking, some yelling back and forth. In a part of his mind he recognized a few faces, a voice. He didn't trust them not to turn on him and become the topic to be yelled at. He was confused as to why they were here... they were here... right?
He didn't feel well. He was hot, much too hot, even though what had once been costume and clothes were shredded in several places. The right side of his face was covered in blood, it crusted around his eye matting it shut. He stood on the edge of the crowd, the events passing before him in a haze he couldn't understand. The yells made him shiver, he was terrified of being alone anymore, and even a hallucination of the others might keep him from 'falling down the rabbit hole' -the persona at bay.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 45 /100 - Your paranoia has peaked. You feel terrified, alone, but you also feel the anger of being left alone. You begin to sweat, building a light fever and nausea. You sometimes pause mid-conversation entirely as in front of you sometimes appear people familiar to you, talking to you instead (if you are at this stage, you must consistently roll 1d10 per non-battle post you make, and if you roll 1-3 you begin to hallucinate).
HP: 33/50 Weapon - Knife (2d4-2)
Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. *He is off his meds, and suffers from MPDD (multiple personality dissociative disorder) - intense mood swings, impulsive behaviors, and severe problems with self-worth. Characterized by the presence of two or more distinct or split identities, an inability to recall key personal information, memory variations, headache, amnesia, time loss. *Rank Costume - Skunk - all the fake fur and none of the boobs, A very well made skunk costume, with a hood, tail, hip wrap, leg wraps and arm wraps.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 11:48 pm
For someone incredibly opinionated and vocal, Lease was unusually quiet. Her eyes kept darting between everyone as they raised their voices - or spoke with extreme calm in the case of Gretel - and yelled at one another and throwing a kick (okay, that did get a snort of laughter from her).
But this situation was starting to go way over her head, especially for a teenager like her who was far more used to seeing these heavy situations unfolding on the internet far away from the cozy corner of her angst filled room. Oh, she could talk s**t all she wanted there, had been previous days during this whole fiasco. But here? Lease wasn't sure exactly what she should be believing if any of it. So much of it didn't seem real to her, she had played it off as nothing and had acted all the same with the air of indifference. Because it was all fake to her, but this... actually seemed like a thing. She couldn't see the other angles here to try to pass it off as another hoax. Like, people were ******** serious here that Guy had done everything he had said he had done. And these people seemed to want his head on a platter.
"I think I'm with.. Gretel..."
And then jumped when she noticed someone else was there now, caked in some blood and looking just... terrible. s**t, he had scared her.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100
Character's name: Annalise (Lease) Lapointe Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:bloop Character's survival stats: bloop BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 16, female, short and a little overweight. Probably looks disgruntled. Wearing a batgirl-ish costume now. Beware of personas. - Has a flashlight.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 11:48 pm
Ritsa stood there dumbfounded. She had been the one to say the words that had killed Jeff and yet no one even seemed to bat an eye to that fact. Each one claiming that she was innocent in all of this. That it had been a mistake, on her part she couldn't see coming. This didn't seem fair to her, it felt biased. Ritsa jerked as Leiah came around her to nail Guy where she knew it would hurt. Flinching at the obvious pain the man must feel. "Does it make you feel any better now Leiah?" Ritsa asked dryly.
"You're thinking of revenge now aren't you? With kicking him. And you're revenge isn't even rooted in family. Imagine the grief of loosing the family one cares so deeply for. It must be much worse than the pain we all feel now. Wouldn't it drive you insane too? I know I would be driven insane by it. Tragedy happened, so should we create further harm? We don't know what Guy was like before the infection. For all we know the casino turned him onto human flesh. The casino did horrible things to us, someone's fate was tied to our own. We worked together to save one another. Isn't it possible Guy is just another victim? "
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[ Infection Rate ]: o/100 Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands about 5'1''. Costume: What the avatar is wearing Rank: 3
Leiah took Gretel's decision into perspective and frowned. She agreed, but she didn't at the same time. It did help her calm a bit, and she did feel satisfied after kicking the b*****d in the d**k. Sure, they haven't killed him yet, but she'd take what she could get. The calm she was feeling started to dissipate however when she heard Ritsa.
"Look, I'm going to speak calmly so I dont fly off the handle. One: Don't try to make me feel guilty. I don't regret doing what I did, in fact that was less than what he deserved in my opinion. Two: Save the pity party. You think he's the only one that lost some one and hasn't thought about revenge? I can think of a few. And now that I'm thinking about it, since you want to take the blame so much then yes, I agree with Gretel. You had some part in this. You sent Jeff to an early death...BUT that doesn't mean he wouldn't die anyway per whatever Guy had in store for him." She shuddered with disgust at the thought of him consuming Jeff's flesh for power that the man didn't even have.
She sighed before looking to Rich.
"I agree that we should deal with him as a group since apparently it doesn't seem like any of us wants to soil our hands with killing him. I'm.....Not sure about anything else. I'm just hoping we make a decision that doesn't come back to bite us in the a**...No pun intended. Do what you want. My vote is to kill him but....." She threw up her hands. "Apparently it seems like that's not becoming an option."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 8:57 am
[Enter Lissa]
"Leave him, then."
Lissa stumbled into view from the fog, her dress in tatters and her eyes glassy and unfocused. She had collected a menagerie of sweaters and outdoor gear and idly clutched at one arm, where the fabric had run dark. Stopping just outside of the throng, Lissa squinted vaguely at the forms, trying to make sure they were something of substance, and then her eyes darted to the left, following an apparition none of them could see. Shaking her head under the mop of matted disheveled hair, she refocused on Guy and her expression hardened.
"He's not one of us, he's a liar, a dirty liar, a cheat." He made me a liar, too, the voices in her head continued to jeer, but she managed to choke down the words before they could bubble forth. "He's not a Mall Rat, he doesn't deserve us. He doesn't matter. If we kill him, he gets to escape, and that's not fair." She grimaced in disdain as she snarled out the last word, spitting it to the ground.
"Frisk him, take his stuff, it's Mall Rat stuff and he doesn't deserve it. Then leave him for whatever. It doesn't matter. He doesn't matter."
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[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100
Character's name: Elizabeth "Lissa" Buckly Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[Journal] Character's survival stats: [Stats] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Freckly-tan skin, wavy auburn hair, brown eyes, stands at 5' 7" with strong shoulders and a little bit of holdover baby fat on her stomach and thighs. Currently wearing a tattered light blue gown made of cheap fabric, calling to mind a particular character from Game of Thrones. The dress is worn over what appears to be a comfortable sweater and jeans because nothing about Khaleesi's outfit is Canada-approved.
... Leiah raised her booted foot so that it was at juuuussssst the right angle, meaning heel first, and drove it home, aiming for the one part that was most sensitive on a man.
The family jewels.
Needless to say, Guy crumpled faster than a house of cards. He was curled up in the fetal position, wheezing and swearing. The mask he clutched so tightly before was dropped, lying next to him in the grass.
Guy was too preoccupied with the pain to add anything to the conversation, aside from the occasional wheeze.
chirigami
Seconds Gretel/meegane's suggestion.
Silver_tigress18
Offered to take responsibility.
Carhop Cavalier
Votes for punishment of some unspecified sort.
Viva Viola
Agrees to deal with Guy as a group. Votes to kill him.
Meegane
Votes to work with the group to find a way to deal with Guy.
Demoonica Darkmoon
No opinion yet.
AMItotic
Votes to kick Guy out of the Mall faction and take his stuff.
They were calling for something... Calab tried to push through the haze, they wanted something from THEM.
From him. Calab pulled himself free of his psychosis long enough to realize he'd been standing there for who know how long. He sorted through the words he'd half heard, the persona each chiming in inside his mind their opinion. He'd never dealt with the others before now, always the one completely blocked out when a switch happened.
Guy had... done some very horrible things. So the others were saying around him, even this Guy said so. They wanted judgement. Would they judge him next?! Events, ones Calab had never recalled himself being through flashed though his mind, missing time when another was in control. Calab's hands curled into fists. He wouldn't be the cause of the loss of another life, he wouldn't let this spiral into more horror, like everything else he'd came across. He wasn't even thinking if this was real or just another hallucination.
"Doing that- makes him scum." Calab's voice was shaky and raw. "But- taking his life wont change anything." It was hard to stay focused and Calab stopped talking for some time, long enough for more things to happen around him. There was more he wanted to say, needed to say-
"We suggest, stripping him of rank. He's lost our trust." The voice had a different inflection and Calab didn't notice he'd said 'we' instead of 'I'. "Take any weapon he might have."
It was a long time before the next words left his mouth. "Someone should- watch him." He stopped, sure the scene before him would change and twist now. Waiting for them to descend on Guy like Hyenas.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 45 /100 - Your paranoia has peaked. You feel terrified, alone, but you also feel the anger of being left alone. You begin to sweat, building a light fever and nausea. You sometimes pause mid-conversation entirely as in front of you sometimes appear people familiar to you, talking to you instead (if you are at this stage, you must consistently roll 1d10 per non-battle post you make, and if you roll 1-3 you begin to hallucinate).
HP: 33/50 Weapon - Knife (2d4-2)
Character's name: Calab Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: #63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'7. *He is off his meds, and suffers from MPDD (multiple personality dissociative disorder) - intense mood swings, impulsive behaviors, and severe problems with self-worth. Characterized by the presence of two or more distinct or split identities, an inability to recall key personal information, memory variations, headache, amnesia, time loss. *Rank Costume - Skunk - all the fake fur and none of the boobs, A very well made skunk costume, with a hood, tail, hip wrap, leg wraps and arm wraps.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 7:11 pm
G-Man had hung back, away from the crowd, listening but reserving judgement for a time, simply keeping his opinions to himself When there was a lull in the discussion, he finally stepped forward, but refused to look at anybody as he spoke.
"Look. Keepin an eye on him is all good an shiz, but what's gonna happen when someone screws up, when someone looks away, when someone lets their guard down for just a second? An don't tell me it ain't gonna happen, cuz it will. Now Guy might not hurt anybody, but then again, he might, an I dunno if that's a risk you really wanna be takin."
He paused then, and looked down for a moment, before looking back up again, eyes hidden behind his shutter shades.
"The problem with punishin or banishin is bout the same. He's proven that he can hold a grudge. A deadly grudge. Tha rules ain't the same anymore, guys. He needs....We need ta...." His words were strained as he tried to get them out, but he knew that it needed to be said.
"He needs to be put down. He's rabid an unpredicatable an you all know I'm right." They had to, because it was smart. It was the right thing to do. There was no coming back from what Guy did. There should not be any redemption.
Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 8:41 pm
"Real fan o' the death penalty, pardners?" Rich asked, having moved over Guy's limp body, arms crossed as half a guardian and half axe-man, should it come to that. His knife was drawn in one hand, eyes roaming from face to face. "Y'all heard the Mask back in that there casino- we're all infected. If we kill 'in here n' now, he'll just turn on us - then what? Y'all wanna be them Undyin' freaks?"
He cleared his throat, looking from Gman, to Lissa, Rista, Calab, Gretel, and Lease. "I ain't never been a big fan o' killin', 'specially not fer revenge. But I s'pose we oughta do somethin'." He twirled the knife, looking down at Guy. "How's about we make it so he can't take out his gudge? Idle hands are the Devil's playthings, n' if he don't got no hands, Devil can't we'll play with 'em, can he?"
(Quote train too long, no quoting anyone, sorry in advance.)
Gretel quietly listened to the opinions of her group, they were diverse. Some said killing the man, some said keep him under watch while some were saying handicap his ability to hurt anyone more. Ritsa was too emotionally driven in Gretel's opinion, first she self-blamed herself and took all the responsibility for Jeff's death. As a result, she sympathized with Guy and though she was the one should be punished and he was simply a poor victim. Wrong. Holding grudges and taking revenge were normal things for humanity but his selfish action had contributed adversely to the group as a whole.
On the other hand, Leiah acted before she thought. Gretel couldn't judge whether kicking Guy at the man's most vulnerable part is right or wrong, but she understood her anger. After all - Guy was a cannibal, he's dangerous. She appreciated Leiah's control over her emotions, nothing can come to a conclusion if they can't think in the most rational manner.
Gretel thought of Lissa's suggestion, couldn't decide in a short time if leaving Guy free would be good after seeing they could turn into strong horrible creatures. Hmm, she needed more time. More comments were added. She took a glance at G-Man, glad that someone would think of some common points. A deadly grudge, such an on-the-point description and one of her biggest worries.
She was ready to raise her concern when Rich said something, she listened instead. His suggestion - she can't say she agree or disagree again. After all, the decision would affect the whole faction. Losing two leader figures had shadowed the group somehow, even implicitly. "Can I say something?" She asked. "If - If we end up with the decision to handicap or kill him, who'll do it? Second, dealing with the blood would be a problem as it will attract the infected." She took a glance at Guy, sighed. "Sorry, I haven't made up my mind yet."
He was a survivor like them, even he was dangerous and did something really wrong. "Guy," she called softly, "Did your sister tell you to take revenge for her? If not, would she be happy to see you doing so?" His sister didn't ask for that, it was his injured soul told him to do so. So pathetic.......Gretel thought about herself and then what Hansel did.
Character's name: Annalise (Lease) Lapointe 
