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 Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 5:29 am
Tybalt exited the shed, more or less in tact. He had managed to avoid all the traps in the area. But as freaky as those things were they seemed like nothing compared to what he encountered at the end. To be honest, he seriously thought he was going die in there. In fact, he was surprised that he wasn't dead. Surprised, and extremely lucky.
That aside, he hadn't come out empty handed either. Something was tucked under his jacket that emitted a soft eerie green glow. What it was, was up to others to figure out. He didn't speak a word about anything. Not about what was in there. No words of advice. No tips to get past the various traps. Nothing. Instead, he pulled his hood down, so that it covered most of his face. Though it did nothing to hide the crooked grin.
He gave the shed one last look, before he began to make his way back to his dorm room. He didn't run though. He walked. Making sure that he was very VERY careful not to step on the grass this time.
(( Belated reply, sorry. OTL ))
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Huni Pi rolled 1 100-sided dice:
42
Total: 42 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 5:37 am
Maritess had heard that the school's groundskeeper was the best tracker there was, and well, she was in obvious need of his help. Perhaps he had seen a pair of legs, perhaps even hers! And while she could have also gone to ask Professor Red who was also a hunter, Tess would much rather go to someone less likely to share a tale of tracking down wayward limbs. Even if it meant pain and humiliation.
She could always pass it off as an "everyone was doing it" sort of thing. And it would also make her parents unhappy, which steeled Tess' nerves even more. She may be a proper manananggal, but there were times she felt like spiting her strict parents. And so, she attempts to sneak in.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 5:42 am
Quote: 41-50 - You made it past the plant, the tree, and the seeds... you found the spring trap under the carpet. You're launched unceremoniously out the door.
She doesn't really know what it was or how it happened, just that she heard a twang and the carpet was suddenly rushing up to greet her. Or rather shove her at and out the door.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 6:02 am
Quote: 1-20 - You make it though the door of the shed only to find the bag of crab grass seed, your efforts to intrude further are thwarted by a swarm of pinching and hungry seeds determined to turn you into mulch.
A bag leaning against the wall of the shed caught her eyes and she found herself walking towards it cautiously, her lighted candle leading the way. The bag twitched, and Lizzy froze - bags aren't supposed to move! Before she could decide what to do next, tiny thingsjumped out of the bag and latched onto her dress. She let out a surprised cry, dropping her candle. As it fell, she felt even more of them fling themselves on her hand.
"C-Crab grass seeds!" She flailed, feeling their tiny pincers sink into her flesh; like an army of attacking ants! Deciding that whatever the groundskeeper was trying to hide in this place was not worth finding out in this situation, the demon spun around and ran towards the door, bent on getting back to her room - maybe she'll come back another day, when she feels braver. But for now, her heart ached at the thought of her dress being torn apart by the vicious crab grass seeds.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 4:09 pm
((Cheers on the attempts <3))
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 4:41 pm
((A very belated and short response to my roll on the second page. xD))Quote: 31-40 - You make it past the tree and the crab-grass seed, but there's a marvelous little plant that draws your attention just inside the door, its skull shaped blossoms are almost hypnotic, seconds later you're wondering how to explain that you can't get a house plant to stop trying to eat your finger/hand/toe/tail/
It looks like Professor Cadmus would be guaranteed at least on student attending his Botany class this semester.
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Ary Keeyara rolled 1 100-sided dice:
98
Total: 98 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 8:29 am
"Luka?" Coralie wandered across the grounds, feeling her sneakers stick a bit in the occasional muddy spot beneath her feet. She had been reading outside, nothing terribly exciting really, and Luka had gotten bored and ran off, as was typical of the curious little cat. Much to the complain of Wilfred, her hat, she decided Luka'd had the better idea and gone to follow him off to...where ever he had decided to find some trouble.
She managed to spot him just as he darted around the side of the Ground Keeper's shed. When she moved around the corner, however, he was no where to be seen.
"Did he go inside?" she whispered and headed towards the shed door without hesitation.
"Do ya wanta get caught knee deep in rat s**t?" Exclaimed Wilfred all too loudly. "Prohibited, little lady, that's what that their shed is!"
"Oh be quiet," she hissed. "Or I'll take you off and leave you behind." Looking for the best way in she added with a small smile, "Besides, it doesn't hurt to take a look."
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eldritch stardust rolled 1 100-sided dice:
61
Total: 61 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 12:09 pm
The things I will do, the young, female Samebito thought to herself as she edged towards the shed, carefully looking in every direction she could think of to avoid possible detection. The things I will do to fit in.
It wasn't that Yui was worried about popularity or how many new BFFs she could make while at school. Hardly. It was more that well, she could hardly send her own people out to do things if she refused to do them herself. It looked bad when the boss wasn't willing to go through the same things as her subordinates. Besides, the Dragon Kings tended to look down on those who didn't show a bit of daring once in a while. And Yui was nothing if not determined to succeed.
Ah! Reaching the shed door at last, she reached into her obi and fished around until she extracted a very small lockpicking kit. Okay, it was less of a kit and more a collection of fancy hair pins that her mother insisted she take. But what Mother didn't know abut her daughter's taste in hair accessories wouldn't hurt her. Though it might hurt Yui if Mother ever found out.... Well. Kneeling down, she began to systematically test each pin in the lock until she found one that seemed to fit well enough. Wriggling the pin around carefully, she heard a faint click.
Grinning, she withdrew the pin, returned the small pack to her obi and carefully pushed the door open. Now provided that the Groundskeeper wasn't home tonight, she could indulge in a bit of curiosity.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 12:24 pm
Quote: 61-70- You dodged the other way from the trap door, you didn't end up in the gardening equipment, instead you seem to have found a... laundry chute? You slide down the rusty metal rattle trap and find yourself outside in a wheelbarrow with some dirty socks and a boot that needs resoled.... and one red bra with a gold-orange feather sticking to it. (wat?)
Yui straightened herself from the ball she'd curled into at the trap door's activation. For once, she found herself feeling quite pleased that her tail sometimes threw her off balance. Instead of pitching her straight ahead, the trap had flung her slightly off to the side. Away from the angry little seeds and the flowers that had looked SO interesting. The only problem with being flung to the side was the slight stumble as she'd tried to find her feet again. A slight stumble which had resulted in Yui pitching headfirst down a laundry shoot and landing, well, landing in a pile of smelly old socks.
Wrinkling her nose delicately, she rubbed her sore tail gingerly and climbed out. Once she was standing beside the whellbarrow, she glanced down and saw the bra and gold feather. She stared for a moment, her brain trying out several possible scenarios as her mouth worked silently, unsure if laughing would get her killed or not. There was always the chance that the bra belonged to Breck, of course. But... not with that distinctive feather attached. No, it would appear that certain rumors she'd heard were correct.
Feeling that laughter and embarrassment were fighting for control of her brain, Yui decided that now would be an excellent time to try and get the hell out. She wouldn't have minded being caught checking out the seeds. But to be caught in the dirty laundry.... No.
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Sosiqui rolled 1 100-sided dice:
61
Total: 61 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 7:30 pm
"Parassiti!" Malodore hissed, its metallic feathers bristling and rubbing edges like knives. Its damned rat had run off again, and it was quite certain that it'd seen the little thing slither under the door and into the groundskeeper's shed.
Malodore wasn't given to trespassing, but its little Parassiti was in there... and who knew what traps and contraptions the groundskeeper might have within? Even if it could stitch the wee rat together again...
"You are not to leave my person again, damnable creature," the plague doctor muttered as it tip-toed towards the shed...
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 7:34 pm
Trap door! Rakes! Spades! Blades! Malodore dodged the first three and narrowly deflected the fourth with the tip of its tail, metal ringing with a bright ting! sound. This was ridiculous, the height of foolishness, the-
-floor!
A moment later, Malodore was outside once more, dumped very unceremoniously into a wheelbarrow with very little recollection of how it had gotten there. And... what was that dangling across its hat and into its face?
... "Oh my."
The plague doctor regained its composure a moment later when a familiar rat chittered at it. "Parassiti! There you are - ugh-" It threw the unmentionable into the barrow as it struggled to its feet. "Come here, bella - and don't ever do that again..."
The rat gave it an entirely noncommittal look.
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Appeal rolled 1 100-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 9:49 pm
Lucien made a huff as he pushed his way over the grass, not touching it as he gracefully walked on the air over it. He had been mindful to read the "KEEP OFF THE GRASS" sign, however, he did not see the "NO TRESPASSING" one, being far too distracted at that point. He could have sworn he had seen Tybalt come out this way, and with that, he was determined to find that black dog. Last he had seen him they had been playing and then Lucien seemed to have misplaced him. Tybalt sure was lucky, being able to disappear like that! He'd always win hide and seek...
Creeeeeeeeeeak.
Lucien turned around, ears directing him towards a small shed close by. It had to be Tybalt! He would win this game of Hide and Seek! Quickly, Lucien found his way to the shed, grabbed the door... "I found...!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 9:59 pm
Quote: 1-20 - You make it though the door of the shed only to find the bag of crab grass seed, your efforts to intrude further are thwarted by a swarm of pinching and hungry seeds determined to turn you into mulch. "... seeds?!"
Well, it made sense. It was a shed after all. It was logical to keep seeds in there so you could plant them in the land nearby. But... moving seeds. The seeds trying to pinch his toes! Thankful he had not been standing, Lucien quickly backed out of the shed, closing the door, almost pinching his hand between the door and the wall as he locked those toe-pinching seeds in the shed. Lucien was not impressed! All this, and he still hadn't found Tybalt! He would not give up though, and with a new huff, he wandered off in a new direction with new hope that this path would lead him to Tybalt and not some ear snapping apples.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 7:41 pm
((caught up to here <33))
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Discordancy rolled 1 100-sided dice:
55
Total: 55 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 8:38 pm
Bad girl, Davi. Baaad girl...
The voice of the Garou's conscience, while persistent, was weak from frequent and blatant disregard. This it was easy for her to silence its eternal prattling as she crept, stealthier than ever, closer to the creepy garden shed that had the whole school buzzin'. She wasn't even joking: the place was like (the alleged) Fright Club. She never heard anyone talk about it. No one hinted at it. Ever. But students still sneaked out here every few nights and tried to break into it.
When she first saw it for herself, the loup-garou thought the rest of the student body was crazy, and would have been perfectly happy to leave it at that. She'd always thought everyone outside her pack was a little lulu, and it hadn't steered her wrong yet. Then she did her research (in secret, of course). The info her little student packet had coughed up on Groundskeeper Breck was way too interesting to leave alone. An army of ghost dogs only sounded like the coolest thing ever ( ; ~; )! So here she was. In the dark. Preparing to leap up and into what was apparently the creepiest shed in all of Amityville.
Oh, the things she did for FEAR.
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