Sylvi looked up from where she'd been scavenging for loot to give the purple-haired woman a wave, "I'm fine! Teamwork made it easier for all of us, I think." Pausing to pick up the card she found, she moved closer to the other woman and gave her a probing look, "and you? That was some shitty stuff that creature was spewing."
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100 Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
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"I wonder what calls them here," said Monica, too spooked to voice the immediately obvious answer. Humans, gathered in large numbers. She didn't want to be alone again. "Or what...what they're made of." How did they just appear? Were they undying, too? Were they going to come back?
HP: 24/50
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 5 /100
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"I'm....well I can't say I'm fine, but it's okay. Everyone else seems to be alright so I'm sure I'll be okay sooner or later," she smiled, though it was obvious Diana was very shaken up by everything. She wanted to keep moving in case something bad happened again, but she hated being alone.
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Character's name: Diana Vyn Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:X Character's survival stats: X BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERX
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"I have no idea," Sylvi frowned, thinking on Monica's question. "Whatever they are... they don't seem as aggressive as the other undying. If they are undying, that is." The things had practically waited around for them to start hitting them, after all. Even if they'd been spouting s**t, they hadn't attacked anyone outright.
Moving to scavenge more loot, she paused to look at Diana, "you'll be fine, don't worry." Her tone was firm, brokering no arguments, even if she was slightly more doubtful on the inside. But hopefully they'd all come out of this intact. They had to. "As long as we stick together like we have been, no shadow's a match for us."
She picked up the water bottle left by Joy Ann's creature, stowing it away for later. ((water bottle))
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0 /100 Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
Vayne was glad to see the three shadows finally go down. He pocketed his knife again, before fluffing his sweater again and laying back down. "What a pain in the back,,, sheesh stupid shadows. "
(rolling 5d4 because of all the mobs omgosh junkyard 5 card, junkyard 5 card, bottled water, potato, junkyard 5 card)
Standing down, Mia visibly sighed as he lowered his knife, sheathing it into a belt around his pants and turning to look at Diana. It seemed that like him, she couldn't fight herself either.
"Are you okay?" Eyes full of concern, they still brimmed on the edge of madness, but as long as he concentrated he would be fine and everything would be fine and they would all be fine as long as they stuck together.
He knew what madness was like, and he worried about Diana. Lowering his voice, he stepped closer to her and put both of his hands on her shoulders, staring directly at her with worry.
"I don't want you to end up like me."
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Character's Name: Mad Mia Character's Faction: Prison Character's Journal Link:Hey! Listen! Over Here! Character's survival stats:Mad MiaView Coins: 63 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Wiry thin with wild chin-length blond hair, and blue eyes. For clothing, he has goggles resting on his head over a llama hat. two scarves, a red shirt with a black vest, green pants, and brown boots. He looks... not quite all there in the head.
Vayne smiled weakly from where he was laying on the ground, his sweater was again pillowed under his head, but he was also listening to the other people around him. "So, anyone want to clue me in on why those demonic shadow creatures are up to? I mean, they look like us and s**t, and that is terrifying to think of." His voice was a soft almost slur as he tried to relax, but that may have been because he was still talking around his tongue studs and stuff and wasn't concentrating on it that much.
He cracked one eye and looked at Mia, the guy who he had been fighting along side earlier. "It seems you have experience with these things.."
Joy Ann blinked as her faction mates destroyed her alter ego, torn between feeling glad and angry. On the one hand, she had been busy yelling at herself and it sorta felt good to finally direct her anger at a source, but on the other... They had attacked 'her' pretty readily, hadn't they? She wasn't going to thank them until she figured out if it had been out of dislike for her or because they were getting really good at spotting the shadows of self.
She decided that the safest course of action would be to cling to Autumn and pretend that she hadn't just watched herself, or some version of herself, die. No matter how angry she'd been, that just wasn't really something that she had wanted to or needed to see. Watching one's own murder by stabbing was not pleasant, especially as she felt like she was being stabbed every time her faction mates knives entered its semi-transparent form.
Attempting to ignore the lingering pain and still clinging to Autumn, Joy Ann ventured a conversational topic to the group at large. "...Where are we, exactly?" she directed her question half to their faction leader and half to everyone who wanted to venture a guess. "I mean, I thought I was headed towards the prison and..." She felt a rush of anger towards the stupid fog that had gotten her lost. Honestly! The nerve of the non-sentient cloud! She'd be yelling at it too soon, if she didn't find something else to direct her anger at in the next 30 seconds.
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Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Worn prison uniform, good for getting messy = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
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Jacob stumbled towards the group as Joy asked her question, he was scratching at his neck and his face looked more sunken then usual, his skin already badly worn looked more wrinkled and ragged like he was neglecting to ******** where ever this is," he said as he got closer to Joy, "There was, something in the hospital, ten feet, blades, rusted.... All the doors are locked and the halls go on forever..." He finally made his way into the crowd dropping into crouch followed by a seat on the grass beside Joy. "The fogs.... it's not going away. We chose to escape death in one hell hole to find another."
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Character's name: Jacob Thatch Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJacob Day 0 Usually looks kind of irritated or bored, stands 5’11 skinny, tries to dress nice given the situation.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:40 pm
And before too long, his crew managed to dispatch the lingering shadows. The Boss let out a breath, then looked around at all who were nearby.
"I appreciate the concern, Monica. But I'm fine," he said quietly, sounding a little tired, perhaps.
"I don't know if those were undying, exactly, but they definitely weren't human. Disperse this group. But don't travel alone. Go in pairs or groups of three. Big groups like this might be attracting the damn things."
Magnus winced lightly after moving a bit more. Yeah, he wasn't feeling too great right about now.
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Vayne frowned a bit as he listened to what was going on around him. He could tell Boss was getting tired, how could he not be? The blond got to his feet, stalked over to Boss, and tried to tap him on the shoulder. "Hey... get some rest, we aren't so weak that we can't keep a watch out." He sighed a little and looked closely at the other man. "F'n lay down before I tackle you..." That could be taken the wrong way.... or would it even be the wrong way when it came to this blond. His lips twitched and he licked his lips a bit showing off his studs. "I will tackle you either way if you want..."
With one last, brutal attack from Adelaide with a... fishing rod... the Shadow Bing dissipated. With him gone, the voices seemed to recede somewhat, it became easier for the real Bing to think. There seemed to be a pattern, and it sounded like the Boss had figured out some of it.
"Thanks, Diana, Adelaide." he said, when he finally managed to arrange his thoughts into something useful. "Think it's harder for the fog to get inside yer head when you're with someone."
With a groan, he took a seat near the fire. Goddamn, lunacy really took it out of a person. Bing looked from face to face, as he started pulling splinters from his hands. It was good to see real faces, exhausted though everyone seemed. Even the Boss was looking tired. Wait a minute. The Boss?
Bing squinted at him.
"You look less evil." he decided. The Boss would never look like an angel with the eye patch, that was for sure. "I stabbed something that looked like you in the gut. Must've been one of those shadow things."
Boy are you in for a surprise.
Damn, the voices were still there.
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Infection Rate: 35/100
Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up Special Weapons: ??? dagger! [ ??? Daggers ]: A pretty interesting item. When used to strike undying, it causes them to instantly disappear. This can only be used for NON BOSS MOBS that have 80 or less HP. ((OOC: The monster instantly dissipates, go ahead and collect loot) 3/3 uses left
Walking back into the group of prison faction members had Rufus sighing with a sense of relief that probably had more to do with safety in numbers than a loner ever wanted to admit. He barely brushed off the itch that had been haunting him since he'd come from the hospital, and immediately felt that thread of sarcasm tugging at his memory as he heard someone offering - demanding? - to tackle the warden, of all people. This was, perhaps, the perfect time to be walking in - and a welcome distraction.
"Wait, I think I've got some popcorn, I don't want to miss this show." He searched his pockets, and pulled out yet another red herring instead. "God. Damnit."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:34 pm
The Boss just sort of stared at William for a moment or two.
"Tackle me, and I will plant your face into the ground," he stated calmly, "I'll rest, but now isn't the time."
He paused and glanced over at Bing.
"...No. That was me, unfortunately," he grunted, "Sort of. The damn fog possessed me. I'm fine now."
Mostly.
Glancing back, he blinked at Rufus, but didn't say anything to him.
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
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"Oh..."
Well, this was awkward.
"Uh, sorry about the knife to the gut. You look pretty good considerin'."
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[Infection Rate: 35/100]
Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up Special Weapons: ??? dagger! [ ??? Daggers ]: A pretty interesting item. When used to strike undying, it causes them to instantly disappear. This can only be used for NON BOSS MOBS that have 80 or less HP. ((OOC: The monster instantly dissipates, go ahead and collect loot) 3/3 uses left
