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 Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 11:32 am
Alg's knee was throbbing at this point but with the were-girl secured he was able to step back and lean on something, wiping his head a moment. He was warm. Exertion, the pain in his leg, and the fact he was wearing layers were not helping the situation. "We should check the rooms.." Algie motioned ahead of them. Past rows of books on this side of the building. "We have to get as much searching done as possible before.." Catastrophe. Alg motions to the yellow conference room.He then moved to Thorne, "Are you sure you're alright with those wounds?" Then up aloud to the group, "Anyone who thinks they need to- can always go back downstairs." Especially since fighting was now thrown into the mix. ALL YALLS Only yellow cause according to the map it's the first we will come to
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 11:43 am
Jeremiah pulled back and was reaching for Algie, steadying him and offering him something to lean on. He saw the sweat on his brow, the way his expression was pinched. His fingers squeezed the other's arm. "The first conference room here on the left then," he replied, gesturing towards the yellow conference room. He looked towards Jamie and gave him a small smile. He did okay, it was okay." Thorne, let us know immediately if those get worse, alright?" Jeremiah meant it. "And Alg is right, any of us can go back at any moment." Then because Lily mentioned it earlier, the detective lieutenant shook his head. "We don't necessarily have the time for me to make a go of trying to see if there's anything around." He meant to see if he could find any entrances to other ashdown. There were other things on their minds at the moment. Including averting disaster. ... and also having to look over the young girl they had to knock into unconsciousness. It settled uneasily in his gut. This was absolutely the kind of thing he preferred to avoid. jeremiah mercer: 20 HP >> yellow conference room; it's first on the map
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 11:55 am
Chris rolled his shoulders (wincing at the pain in his left one), glad that everything was taken care of. He took a worried glance at Thorne but let it be - everyone had said their words already and Jer had it mostly under control. Jamie and Shiloh were upset but it was done, not much he could do but still make sure they were okay as they continued on looking.
Since it was summed up though he followed the group to the conference room, keeping an eye out as he went along.
To yellow conference room
Chris Watts || 20/20
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 12:02 pm
shiloh felt his stomach turn when Jamie spoke up.
Between him apologizing over and over and the blood dripping down Thorne's body, Shiloh felt himself wanting to throw up again. He didn't, if only because he was trying to keep himself together for the sake of the group; if he broke down then Jamie would follow, and he knew that it would just be another burden to the group as a whole. There wasn't time for that.
Honestly, he really felt for Jamie. His apologies were what Shiloh felt, despite his inability to outwardly grovel. That helplessness, that feeling of uselessness... he got it. It reminded him of what Jeremiah said. He took a deep breath.
"Hey, Jame, take a deep breath. Thorne's right-- it's his own dumbass fault for not being more observant." he snorted, anger masking his apparent fear. Speaking of, Thorne was already moving on, god dammit.
"Hey!" he grabbed Jamie's hand as he took off after the man "I don't give a ******** if you're fine! ******** do something about that gash before you slow us down." he puffed his cheeks, ripping the scarf off from his neck finally. Shiloh knew little about first aid, but he also had had his fair share of cuts and scratches and bruises that he had to take care of all on his own.
"It's long enough to wrap around the wound I think," he let go of Jamie if only to intercept the man, huffing constantly to vent his frustration with the situation. "...please? I..." he trailed off, mumbling to himself.
Shiloh is following Thorne into the Yellow Conference Room
Shiloh Beaumont || 20/20 HP saedusk thank god for external smartphone keyboards
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 12:39 pm
"O-Oh-" Jamie bumbled out, almost tripping over his own feet again as Shiloh grabbed his hand and dragged him off to catch up with everyone else. It was probably better not to fall behind, but he hadn't been expecting it. At least he really was getting better at maneuvering these damn bunny feet. "I-I'm okay, Shiloh..." he promised as he eventually let go of his hand.
It felt a tiny bit awkward, almost invasive as he stood there watching Shiloh try to convince Thorne to use the scarf to wrap his wound. It felt like something he shouldn't butt in on, but he didn't want his friend to think he was trying to go on without him, so he waited. So many thoughts were running through his head as he looked around, attempting to distract himself.
Everyone seemed to be heading in the same direction, and he tried his best to offer Jeremiah and Chris a tiny smile when he saw them. It wasn't much, but it was something. That was becoming Jamie's motto for this whole unfortunate adventure.
Then he remembered it, suddenly, like a strike of lightning. The cell phone he'd found had completely slipped his mind in the chaos of the were attack. Pulling it out of his pocket, he clicked it to life, almost surprised to see it unlocked. There were all those thoughts again, the unfortunate ones, vying for his attention as he scrolled through it. It felt wrong to search someone's personal phone like this, but he knew it might be important to their search.
Did it belong to their sister, the girl they'd subdued? Was she trying to reach out for help as she watched herself twist and morph into something unrecognizable the mirror? Or was it dropped by the were who started this all, their brother, who they were desperately trying to find?
Thinking about it made Jamie uncomfortable either way and he sidled closer to Shiloh again.-- Jamie is following everyone to the yellow conference room while examining the cell he found.Jamie DelaxcroixHP: 20/20
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lizbot rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 12:48 pm
Finally lifting her jacket, America got a good look at the girl's face for the first time. Please be okay. The jacket itself was covered in blood and saliva and it was a lot cause, maybe even dangerous really, if those bits were contagious. Emptying her keys and wallet from the pockets, America's hand felt a small tube and, after a moment of thought, pulled it out as well. She righted the trash can, tossed the jacket in, and before following the rest to the yellow conference room, she paused just outside the bathroom. Moments later there was a large scrawl of lipstick across the wall outside the bathroom. America is going to yellow conference room.
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lizbot rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 12:50 pm
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 12:55 pm
"Great, glad we had this talk." Falco noted, setting his jaw as he was talked over, maybe no surprise since people had acted around him as if he were part of the broken bathroom fixtures.
He shouldn't be surprised, he guessed. Most of them were like... were critters together or... normal together... or -adults- together or... whatever the hell was going on between Stabby and Bunny.
He wasn't surprised really, he just... felt a little more -outside- than normal under the circumstances, which in turn made him feel more -vulnerable-. He didn't even know how to properly warg, or maybe he could have saved them an unpleasant surprise.
He looked around for HotLips, who looked... well... still fluffy and kind of put out at the chaos, but maybe she took after her name, capable of holding it together in chaos, no matter how she acted the rest of the time.
"I don't suppose you're going to actually help?" he suggested to the cat. But she was a cat.. they were... pretty famous for their supposed lack of giving a s**t.
Following to the Yellow Room
Falco Marks
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shibrogane rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 1:00 pm
There's a scream across the hall: they can see Autumn and Zac stumble out of the room, clinging to each other. With so many people on the other side, though, their presence isn't immediately required. Jamie examines the cell phone. There's fifteen unread messages; he opens the messenger app to see they are all from "Mom": Quote: Finley? Finley? You answer me right now! Finley Jane! Ashley says you tried to kill her. What is happening to you? Come home right now! There's a single blurry picture of a wild-eyed dark-haired young man in a message addressed to 'Ashley heart heart heart '. Jamie recognizes him: not as pack, but as a classmate who had disappeared. The rogue girl bears her teeth by reflex, but is still and quiet. Hot Lips gives Falco a look like she thinks he might be stupid. It's a weird sensation, since Hot Lips' eyes are the exact same shade as Falco's. She seems to be saying, Don't be a dunkass, you're the human here. She saunters on towards the yellow conference room. Inside the yellow conference room is a table, six chairs, a projector and a water cooler. The water cooler has been knocked flat (Hot Lips toes her way around the puddle spreading from its broken water tank) and three of the chairs have been disturbed. It is very quiet… until a cell phone alarm goes off beneath the table. " This is your wakeup call, soldier. It's time to get up," booms an official-sounding voice. " Freedom is calling--" Someone cusses and scrambles to shut off the alarm. "-- Will you be the one to ignore it? I don't think so!--" THE NUMBER IS 15
THE TIME IS 1800
YOU HAVE DECIDED TO MOVE ON TO THE YELLOW CONFERENCE ROOM
THORNE'S WOUND CANNOT BE ALLOwED TO FREE BLEED
IT MUST BE BANDAGED
THIS WILL TAKE ONE ACTION TO COMPLETE
THERE IS SOMEONE BENEATH THE TABLE
YOUR NEXT GM POST WILL COME AT 1900 HOURS
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iloveyouDIE rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 1:48 pm
Alg squeezed Jeremiah's arm a moment, trying to reassure that he was alright considering, but his current limp wasn't doing him any favors when it came to assurances. He lingered as everyone walked to the conference room, much like the teacher he was, going over their numbers and counting everyone as if they were on a field trip. He even waited for America, watching her scrawl on the bathroom door with a small amused smirk, before he himself began to hobble past the bookshelves. The screems across the open balconies had his head darting but there was a group there- they couldn't exactly abandon the search here. Algie hoped everyone was alright. One broad hand rested on shelves, dragging along spines as he used it to ease his knee pain, and only in idle curiosity pulled out a book to glance over. Attempting to use Quick Reference powershibrogane NOT MY ROOM ROLL- Alg is limping behind the group. my book reading roll- will post for the room in a sec *u* if this is still ok with you
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 1:59 pm
"OK Fine... consider yourself under orders Major..."
The matching color of their eyes is... unnerving, like watching the world tilt marginally on it's axis, and it makes him have to resist the urge to shake his head, wondering if he'll get used to it, though his attempt to reach out and -see- through her is considerably less certain than his tone. He heard that phone though, he knows he's not alone, and HotLips has speed and size on her side, as well as being a much more -adorable- envoy than some of the rest of them. "C'mon. Help me do some Recon please?"
attempting to Warg and go have a look in the direction of the phone.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 1:59 pm
Jeremiah shook his head at Alg. He knew but accepted the reassurance that Algie was alright. At least for now. "Do you have enough to bandage him?" he asked Jamie and the others who were offering Thorne bandaging material. When the alarm from the phone went off and then the cursing followed, Jeremiah was stepping further into the room. "Hello, I'm Detective Lieutenant Jeremiah Mercer with the Ashdown Police. We are looking for injured." He was slowly making his way to the table, staying alert. jeremiah mercer: 20 HP >> approaching table/civilian?
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moonjavas rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 2:00 pm
Thorne glanced back at Algie, eyes raised for a moment before he looked down at his abdomen. The bleeding made it look more grotesque and alarming than it was - at least, Thorne hoped. Did were-things transfer by claws too? "I'll be alright for now. I've dealt with worse." He glanced up at the other man. "If you find anything that can disinfect it while we're up here though, let me know. I'd rather not take the chance of a were-pocalypse happening." It was a weak attempt to lift the tension of the situation a little bit, and Thorne turned to Jeremiah as well. "I'll be sure to let you know," he responded, biting down on if i start feeling wolfy, because now was definitely not the time. And of course there was Shiloh, yelling at him as they entered the new room. Thorne glanced down at him and took the offered makeshift bandage with a slight smile, his expression tamer than it should have been for someone bleeding all over the place. "It's alright. Thanks, kid." Thorne worked with the makeshift bandage, yanking the shredded shirt up high enough to get a good look at the shallow gore before working to bandage it. "I'm sorry for ruining it. I'll buy you a new one when this over, yeah?" And then a ringtone went off, scaring the s**t out of Thorne. He pressed his shoulder into Shiloh, effectively bulling between him and whoever was under the table. Because <******** that s**t.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 2:07 pm
The room, despite the destruction, seems calm and Chris looked around, letting himself get adjusted to the room. Nothing seemed out of place, or worth looking at, that Chris was willing to want to leave but then the alarm goes off and Chris' head snaps towards the table.
He takes a careful step forward, making sure he's level with Jer. He doesn't want to startle the person, but he does want to be reassuring. He takes a glance back, making sure both Shiloh and Jamie aren't nearby. They seem to be okay.
His voice low and level, Chris asks "Do you need help?"
chris watts || 20/20
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 2:19 pm
"Stay the <********> away from me," shouts the person under the table. "Holy s**t, are you trying to lure that thing back here?" Someone is having a bad day. "I'm fine! Jesus ******** wept! ********, through Hot Lips' cat eyes, sees the bright reflections of fluorescent light in the water spreading across the carpeted floor. Hot Lips bends down to lick at the water, which tastes uncomfortably of iron. She can see a vague reflection of a brown-haired person under the table, but isn't interested in exploring more. Algie finds a book about the animals of eastern Massachusetts, and opens it to a page about carnivores of the state. Foxes, bobcats, wolverines…
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