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 Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 9:13 pm
_________________Trapped with those forever silenced;;xxxxxxx_________________xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx THIS IS GOING TO TAKE THE CLARITY OUT OF ME
Adam felt slightly apprehensive at the thought of picking up a weapon, it was daunting in a way he didn't quite understand. However, Jonathan, Seamus and Sparks seemed to take the mention of such easily killing things so seamlessly that Adam began to feel a bit silly about that. So they were using the map. Sparks and Jonathan perhaps were going to look at the map Riley had taken back out at some point, and Adam didn't even bother going over. He figured no reason to look at the map, since he knew that whatever the map said, he would simply follow the leading group.
Sparks argued herself down because of her concussion, and Adam figured he would disagree before Jonathan did. He felt no other reason to add on now that he had said that, but it was true. It would be unwise to wander from the large group of them once she got them to wherever they were supposed to be going since there was no guarantee of help. She was better off staying with them for a greater chance of living. Besides, it would be much easier getting her if she was passed out than if she was being protected. Adam disagreed with one thing though. He thought that Jonathan should probably stay fighting instead of Riley, himself and Seamus (first time shooters, as he thought them all to be, made a lousy protection team,) because it was possible that Jonathan could do some real damage to whatever they were faced with. He didn't say anything though. Because that would mean someone else would have to do it and he certainly didn't want it to be him, and did not want to imply otherwise. So Jonathan could do it if he wanted.
He was waiting for them to leave the gas station, the thought of the now hacked thing on the far side of the room making him a bit upset still. He glanced at Seamus, who was still wearing that brooding expression and standing there, not contributing to the conversation much without being prompted. Riley also seemed attentive, but drifting as though she may be deep in thought at the same time.
" Jonathan is right; we should stay together. Who knows when you'd be able to get help for your concussion if you were on your own, " he stated cautiously to Sparks, glancing at Jonathan now that he said that. " As you said before Jonathan, you have your rendezvous in a bit; do you think you'll make it on time if you go to the police station? " he asked, actually curious seeing as how he would have to stick around to show Adam how to shoot a gun. He might have to leave before he had a chance to kill anything and or carry Sparks.
>>Just call me D.
It'll take a while for him to ask something like that, since he's quiet and I usually refer to characters how [Adam] thinks of them. xDDD
So I'll try to keep from calling Sparks Ashley, and if you ever see it without any particular reason, just know it's Sparks until he starts to call her Max. xDDD
LAYOUT && GRAPHIC DESIGN © RAEKAH
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 8:35 am
"Half an hour is long enough as long as we don't get side tracked or run into any more of those things. My main priority now is making sure you guys can defend yourselves, I don't give a rat's a** about why I'm here anymore, I only care about making sure we leave in one piece". Jonathan went outside and glanced around, nothing was coming either way and now he just needed someone to call out the directions. "Find whatever you can, baseball bats, golf clubs, even steel pipes will do. These freaks may come at any direction and we all need to watch each other's backs, got that?".
It didn't make Jonathan feel like a man or give him any sense of authority or power as he finally got his head in gear, no more sad depressed idiot it was time for him to take action and get back into the game. "Let's go, the sooner we get weapons the sooner we can get out of this hell hole".
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 10:01 am
Maxwell Coralyn Reid ----- Max nodded briefly, trying to shake the curls of black that threatened her vision. “I suppose you’re right, Jonathan,” she replied seriously. “It’s just that… Well, I’ve never passed out before. I just don’t want to hinder the group.” She thought a bit before adding on, “But I can probably shake it off. It’s getting better.” Of course she didn’t like admitting that Jonathan was right – natural pride got in the way – but he was... about her training, anyway. She was equipped to handle something like this, but the creature, the notes, the whole damn town completely unsettled her and her thoughts. She was going to have to work harder if she wanted to stay at the top of her game. Jonathan stepped up and took the plate on the leader issue, and everyone seemed to be turning to him for the next step, more or less. Truth be told, Max didn’t really care – in fact, she was glad, happy to have someone else take the responsibilities of leader. Max never was a team player, and Jonathan’s leadership took a lot of burden off her shoulders. Reverting back to her caustic self as her vision cleared, Max gave Jonathan a cocky grin. “Just know one thing, Papa Gunslinger. I’ve got no problem taking orders from you, but whatever happens to anyone of this group falls on your shoulders. Just be sure you’re ready to take responsibility for any deaths that may or may not occur… except for my own, of course.” No one could take blame for her death except herself; she always made it that way. She knew how it felt to carry that burden of death, and she only hoped Jonathan did too, only so he’d be prepared if it happened. She didn’t want to imagine any of the group killed – possibly hacked to pieces by those things – but she knew it happened and had experienced it first-hand… sometimes caused it herself. If she was prepared for anything, it was death.
Maxwell looked up as Adam made his statement. Despite his quiet demeanor, Max found she liked the guy. He seemed a little distracted at times, and naturally wary, but these were qualities that reminded Max faintly of Erik. Physically, he wasn’t that bad-looking, and it was damn funny how uneasy she made him feel, just by being her normal, bitchy self. “Thanks for the sentiment, Adam,” she responded to his comment about her being safer with the group, narrowing her yellowed-hazel eyes at him and grinning devilishly. She had always been told that in training, but never took it seriously, always figuring that being alone meant less chances to get another person killed. She listened quietly as Adam and Jonathan spoke back and forth. Hearing their conversation reminded her vaguely of why Jonathan had said he was here. Only barely curious, Max set her head on her hand, looking over to Seamus, who had yet to respond verbally to the brouhaha. Riley was quiet beside her, probably running through her own plans in her head; Max tried not to bother her too much since she gave her the photograph. Part of her regretted doing it, seeing how it made her, but something else told her that if she hadn’t, Riley would have just found it later. She must be here for her parents, but what parents in their right minds would send their daughter here alone? she thought, staring at Seamus unknowingly. Maybe they’re not in their right minds. Or maybe… sabotage? Max wasn’t sure what was going on here, but she knew that if she wanted to get anywhere with the group, she was going to have to buckle down on her temper and be a compliant little puppy dog. No better than the military was. Better to be a good girl than a dead girl, I suppose. Perhaps this was why Seamus was so silent all of the time. Max hadn’t given it much thought before, not wanting to get involved, but the thought occurred to her now. He seems to be the only one not dying to get out of here. I wonder what he’s come for. Did he know the town would be like this? She shook her head, her bangs settling in around her forehead. No way would he have come here unarmed if her knew that these creatures were around. Not unless he was planning suicide, and Max didn’t find Seamus of that mind. At least, that’s how he seemed.
Jonathan seemed ready to go, encouraging the others to grab what they could for weapons. A gas station must have something around here for combat, although long-range weapons would be preferable – Max doubted anyone really wanted to get closer to these things. Unwillingly, the red-head found her gaze travelling to the disemboweled creature putrefying on the floor. The halved lump of flesh naturally disgusted her, but it was the same features that began to trouble her. The small lump of a head that was devoid of ears, a nose, or any other protruding feature. The lack of arms. And the puny, stringy legs that reminded Max of a baby foal attached rudely behind. The more she examined them, she realized that the legs bent backwards, with a small wrist attached to the end, feet looking almost like paws. She gasped quietly – they were dog’s legs. A dog… The image of a large brown Retriever dashed into her vision, smiling goofily. No way, she thought. But there was no mistaking those legs, each individual toe resting in the pile of accumulated blood. Trevor? But her dog had been dead for years, run over by a drunk driver then dumped in a lake. She still remember how mangled and swollen his body had looked after she finally found him. But her dog was dead, and it certainly hadn’t looked as bad as the corpse in front of her. Still, trembles went across her body and she couldn’t stop shaking at the thought. First the photo, then the creature… This place is trying to get to me. Part of her snorted inwardly. Max, it’s a town, defined only by land and buildings. Stop being so paranoid. You’re gonna lose your focus. Maintaining a tight grip on her shoulders, she grit her teeth and tried to agree, focusing on keeping her grip away from the shred carcass. She realized the others had finished and she turned to Riley’s map. “Well, if we want to get to the police station, the fastest way would be through here,” she stated, pointing down the length of W. Sandford St. “But unless we could cross the river on a jet ski, I don’t see how we’re making it down that road in thirty minutes. There’s no realistic way. I don’t even know how I got here so fast.” She went through her memories, but couldn’t find any explanation for her travel. She hardly remembered it as it was. Falling silent, she decided it was best to have Jonathan figure that part out. He was the one who needed to get somewhere, after all. She’d just go along until they got out, or she found Erik: whichever came first. She still didn’t really believe that he was here, but if someone were following them, leaving them these strange notes, then they probably knew more than they did.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 5:19 am
  Riley tried to shrug off the photograph, but its very existance nagged at her that something was not right. That photo had sat on the mantle from the time it was taken, 'til Riley was thirteen, and then she swore she saw it burn. Or if the fire had spared that one, there was no way it survived the shredder. Either way, she could think of no way that it could've possibly made its way into her hands, not when there had been so much effort to bury it, and all of its kind, at such a depth that it would not unearth.
Riley had missed quite a bit of the conversation at hand, and knew it would be dangerous for her to be so much in her head. She had to be of some use to the group, because as it was they could easily do without her. She pushed the photograph and its appearance out of her mind and threw herself headfirst into reality.
They were talking about weapons, about the police station being more than thirty minutes away. Riley recalled something about Jonathan's meeting with his psychopath in thirty minutes. Thus far, neither Adam nor Seamus had had much to contribute, but despite the fact that they were the two most likely to remain silent, their demeanors had always been quite different. Maybe not opposing, but they were hardly birds of a feather.
"Isn't there any other place we could find weapons?" Riley spoke up at last, moving over to peer at the map beside the others. A lot of the buildings went unmarked, but many of them were. There had to be some place closer that would offer them something for protection, even if it wasn't the guns that they seemed to think they so desperately needed. Riley had never shot a gun, hell, she'd never actually held one, either. She had hoped that that wouldn't change here, but it didn't seem as though she had an option.
But it was obvious that the station was their best bet for weapons, but that was a lot of open road between here and there-- and that open area and dense fog could hide anything, and any amount of anything. But that didn't mean that back streets would any easier serve their interests, it would be harder to escape, and though these things didn't appear to move very fast there might be something out there that did. All around, it was a horrible situation, and if she had the option Riley would've been the first out the door and running for the real world. But it had been a long time since that was an option, at least for her, anyway.
It seemed as though they were stalling, trying to avoid going outside. It was understandable, though it was hard to say that this place was any better. The air hung heavy with the blood of the creature, and there was the thick metallic scent of it that was heavy enough to choke on. It seemed as though it took everything of everyone not to look back at it, and though it's head, or heads, had been separated from its body, Riley wouldn't have been surprised if it sprang back up with renewed lust for blood.
Riley, despite herself, raised a hand up to muffle a cough. Funny, she didn't feel sick, but her throat had gained a certain amount of soreness that might've come with something like a cold. This would be an in appropriate time to develop a cough, and much less any kind of sickness. Riley's throat felt dry, but it was nothing more than an inconvenience, she would certainly live, and if Sparks could stand a concussion, there was no way she was going to let a sore throat slow her down.
[OOC: So it begins...]
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 6:27 pm
 xx xx xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxseamus jacob erikson Seamus remained silent, despite the conversation that went on about him. He'd always been that way, and that was probably the biggest complaint Addie had ever had about him, though many would've said there was plenty to complain about. She'd always been that way, she found the bright side of everything. Addie was the saint that everyone said would never go well with quietly pessimistic person like Seamus.
And if that was true, then why was he back here? And why did he feel that he couldn't leave, no matter the danger? Seamus looked up at the others to find that they were talking about leaving, specifically Jonathan. Said he didn't even care about what he'd come for, only that they all got out. The chilliness that had always had a certain hold on him coughed up a couple of words in the quiet distance that had often taken residence in his voice.
"And what reason do you have for caring about any of us?" Seamus' laugh was less of a laugh as much as it was a sarcastic little scoff. He didn't mean to start up any confrontation, but all of the cynicism that he'd bottled back had seemed to have caught up with him. He hadn't realized it before, having been too buried in his own thoughts, but his hands were in the pockets of his jacket, and the fingertips of one hand fluttered over the note he'd found, as if he feared it would disappear if he were to forget about it for a second.
That was when Riley started coughing. It ruined the atmosphere of the place, broke whatever tension had built up after Seamus' offhanded comment. It was quiet, but it was enough. "Bad place to develop a cough." He muttered under his breath. The others were looking for weapons, or if they weren't, they were thinking about it. But Seamus seemed, at least for the moment, a little bit out of it. He stepped carefully over the split body of the gasoline-drenched thing and walked toward the broken window, peering out of it into the distance.
His hands were still in his pockets, and he only withdrew the empty one to touch gingerly the edge of the glass. Looks familiar, don't it? And it sounded like something she would say, and she would laugh. Seamus' laugh came through only as a polite chuckle and a small smile. He didn't get her humor, her teasing sort of jabbing jokes. Seamus seemed to break from his sort of clouded, distant consciousness and turned to the others, his eyes just as hardened as they had been previously, and he looked longingly back at where he had just stood, across the gas station, as if he wasn't sure how he'd gotten to where he was, but the confusion was carefully hidden.
"I don't know how much longer we can safely stay here." Seamus said with the same kind of stiffness with which he had always spoken. He stared coldly past them, carefully guiding his eyes away from the bloody mess that he had so easily stepped over only a minute or two before. "But I don't advise we leave here, or get far, without weapons. We made it here without encountering anything, but we can't be promised the same luck." It was as if he hadn't heard a damn thing said in the past couple of minutes. He directly addressed Sparks, who seemed to be in possession of the map. "Anyplace we go is bound to have weapons, but what do we have to choose from on this block?" He'd done more than his share of talking, more talking than he'd probably done since he'd first met up with the others back in the graveyard.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 4:33 am
Jonathan mulled quietly to himself as he stood outside the gas station waiting for a decision to be made on where to go, patience wasn't his strong point but he wasn't rash and impulsive enough to go head first into a group of those freaks with nothing but a butter knife or some useless tool. He scratched the back of his head as he heard strange whispering, a female's voice that was telling him to just leave the others behind and that it was survival of the fittest, he shook his head and the whispering went away. "Fine time to start losing your mind Jonathan....". He mumbled that sentence quietly to himself, he didn't want anyone to become suspicious or worried about him, nor did he want to give Sparks a good reason to shoot him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 12:42 pm
Maxwell Coralyn Reid----- Max watched Jonathan leave, pacing outside of the station. It seems like he's leaving the traveling choice to us. The ambient noise from the radio and Riley's cough brought her back into reality. Seamus had thrown the small thing onto the table, seemingly glad to be rid of it. Max picked it up and thoroughly looked over it. It seemed like a normal hand-held radio, but Seamus had left it on, the noise coming from it like that an air-conditioning makes in a silent room. Max thought about turning it off, but remembering what had ensued earlier, she thought better of it. I'm not quite sure what the hell it did, but I have a feeling we're safer with it on.
Seamus started speaking up -- seeing him animated roused Max's thoughts about him once again. His words made him seem less and more suspicious at the same time, but Max decided that it would only hinder them to have dissension among the group. She was one of them now, and perhaps Jonathan had been right about them staying together. Only time will tell. Max looked at the map again, running a finger through the pathways marked on the paper. "Well," she spoke, clearing her throat. "We've got a choice between an Inn, a bowling alley, and some place called 'Heaven's Night.' Down the way is a hospital, but I don't think we'll find much there." Her mind went into mission mode, and she began thinking of all the possibilities. Seamus may have very well been right about weapon location. "If s**t was this bad before this place was deserted, then Seamus might be right," she said, looking over at the tall male. "Closest place is the bowling alley. I personally don't care where we go." She looked at the map again. "Except the hospital." She couldn't explain it, but something about the place, or maybe just the idea of a hospital in a ghost town disturbed her. Like I need to see a morgue after this.
The crumpled photo of Erik rested heavily in her pocket. She hadn't shown the others, but then again, why would she need to? No one else was participating in Show-and-Tell, so Max kept the matter quiet. No need to involve anyone else. Still, the thought wouldn't leave her mind, and a sullen, empty look passed over her yellow eyes. Erik... you wouldn't have followed me... not after what I said to you. What have you done? The idea of him being here... it froze her to the core.
Max quickly shook off the shadows weighing her down, and she abruptly stood. "Well, we can look around here for weapons, but I think it's the best we've got." She looked over to Adam with a grim smile -- he didn't look like he wanted to carry a weapon, never mind use one. He'll have to get over that fast. She brushed her hair from her shoulders and put a hand on Riley's. "I'll be just outside," she stated, speaking mostly to the blonde girl than anyone else. Somehow, they were all tied up in this together, but in the real world, Max knew that they wouldn't give each other a second glance. On some level this pained her, but she brushed it away. Why do you care? No one here seems to. She grabbed the missing poster from the table and joined Jonathan outside, sitting on the hood of a car near him. Searching her pockets, she was surprised that she still had some, but produced a crumpled package from her jeans. She put the jacket on and opened the package, popping a piece of gum in her mouth. Discarding the empty wrapper, Max stared out into the fog, hanging less heavy now. Perhaps they would have a chance. Perhaps they really would make it out alive...
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 6:49 pm
Riley felt as though her cough had broken up some of the tension that had been building up in the gas station, but it broke Seamus from a crazy sort of trance. His laugh sent chills straight to her bones, and she instead averted her eyes to look over at Sparks and Jonathan. Everyone was in their own little world, but it was Sparks that brought everything back to focus.
Heavens' Night. That sounded like some kind of sleazy hotel, because only a place like that would ever put the words heaven and night together. A bowling alley, and an inn were their other choices. Riley doubted that anyone would be interested in stepping foot in a hospital, not in a place like this. Probably, they would go there only as a last resort, if they needed medical supplies. Personally, Riley opted for the Inn.
The bowling alley sounded the least threatening, but it would likely also be the least useful. All they'd find there would be shoes and weighted bowling balls. Maybe they'd find a knife, maybe something used to clean out the holes in the balls, but there wouldn't be much else.
Riley didn't like the ease with which she had accepted that they would need weapons, all of them, as if she thought she could fight off one of these things. It'd taken, how many bullets? And she wasn't sure that she was willing to get close. What else could there be here? What could they expect.
This place was getting to her. She'd found what she'd come to look for, just not in the flesh. What would it cost, coming to get what she'd been waiting for? Certainly, she couldn't turn back, not when she was so close. It'd been years, entirely too many. And this was her test. How badly did she want her family back? How hard would she work after years of isolation from them? What did love really mean?
The thoughts were banished when physical contact rattled her, anchored her to reality. It wasn't safe, drifting off that way. She couldn't afford the distraction. Sparks. She said she'd be just outside, and Riley offered her a small smile and nod to show that she had heard. The others stood inside, awkwardly soaking in their own silence. But they needed to get moving, Riley was no longer as anxious to see her family, now that she knew what that precious reunion was going to cost her, but they needed to do something to ensure that they would survive to see whatever had brought them here.
"I think we should go to the hotel." Riley spoke up, though she wasn't usually one to suggest plans. It just didn't seem like anyone else was willing to, probably considering what it was that those plans might bring them to. Riley hated the idea, but staying here twiddling their thumbs while only two of them were armed, that was dangerous. Far more dangerous than anything they'd encounter out there. "They'd have something, right?"
It made sense to her, for reasons she couldn't explain, that a hotel would have some means of defending it and its residents. Every time she'd ever gone to a hotel, she'd imagined whoever behind the counter, with one hand on a gun, and the other on some invisible panic button. Maybe that was just the hotels she went too, living on her low wage and no family support. They were grim thoughts, sure, but she preferred them to most things.
Riley stepped past the others, telling herself that action was the way to regain control over herself. Her throat itched, it felt dry, but it was hardly something that she was going to let get her down. She moved toward the door peering carefully through, there wasn't much to see out in the fog, before stepping through the broken door frame, careful to step over the glass scattered at the base of the door.
"It smells like death in there." Riley offered to Sparks as her excuse for having left the gas station, it was something like a joke, but she didn't expect any laughs. It was true enough, though, the place stunk with the stinging scent of blood from the creature dead inside. It was easy not to be excited to see what the town would throw at them next.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 8:27 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxseamus jacob eriksonJonathan took himself out of the "thinkin' group" and marched himself outside of the gas station, maybe to mull things over, or to attempt to contain some of the crazy that was leaking out at the seams. Either way, it was moving things along. Sparks spoke up, listed their options. They weren't good. Not favorable, anyway.
Hotel, Bowling Alley, and something called Heaven's Night. There seemed a mutual feeling that the hospital was not a place they wanted to go. Seamus didn't like to think that one of them could get hurt to the point of needing something beyond what they had, which wasn't much. That was likely the only thing that could get them near a hospital, and while in that case it would be beneficial, he'd hate to see what, or who, had been left behind in the great rush out of town.
Closest was the bowling alley, but other than weighted bowling balls, Seamus doubted they would find much. And carrying weights hardly seemed like it would be convenient, though he could see them making good one-time weapons. Still, it wasn't worth it. Riley spoke up, opting for the inn. Living quarters. At the very least they would have knives, sharp ones, but he was sure they could find something better.
Sparks mentioned that they probably had as good as they'd get, here, and that she would be outside. Seamus couldn't blame her, he could hardly say that he was not growing more uneasy standing beside the bloodied corpse, while the air in the room hung heavy with stirred dust and death. There were three of them, and opinions were needed. Really, they needed to be moving, and Seamus would do anything to rush them along.
"I agree," Seamus spoke, mostly to Riley, as Adam hadn't spoken up in some time. "About the inn." He added, and having said that she seemed to be leaving at all, stepping carefully through the broken door. That left only Seamus and a relatively distracted Adam. He took a final glance about the Gas Station, maybe wishing that there had been more to find, but nothing caught his eye.
The thing, the beast, stunk of gasoline. Something about it was all too familiar, but Seamus loathed the idea of staying another moment near it, feeling that the fumes it had been emitting in life had to be toxic. He doubted it was just that, but being relatively alone, and unarmed near it seemed like a bad idea. Being unarmed at all, in fact. Seamus' steps, calm and measured as ever, took him to the door where the other three stood, spaced carefully about the door, each seeming to be more or less ignoring each other.
Seamus would make no attempt to get anyone talking, in his opinion, they'd done enough of that for a lifetime. The monster inside, and the strange occurring, the blood smeared across the bathroom-- if they were to take Spark's word, it hadn't distracted him from his initial purpose in coming. Answers. He hadn't been here, to this place, in years. He lost track of everything, everyone, for so long, but it seemed impossible for him to have come back into the world only to find everyone he'd sworn to keep in touch with vanished.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 10:35 am
Jonathan sat on the hood of a car that had been stripped of it's parts and just left near the gas station, not exactly a leather armchair with a leg rest but beggers can't be choosers especially in ugly scars of land like this place. He had quietly taken out a packet of cigarettes from his coat pocket, he had been told constantly that smoking would damage his health but he never listened due to the fact his face was damaged, his mind was damaged so why can't his health be damaged too?. He took out a lighter and lit an individual cigarette and began to smoke it, he glanced over at Sparks then at the others. "An Inn huh? Sounds about right I guess?".
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 6:02 pm
Maxwell Coralyn Reid----- Max looked over from the hood of the car she was seated on, snapping a bubble as Riley walked it. "Don't I know it," she gave as a reply, not really caring if Riley became curious about the statement having a double meaning. She blew a few strands of red hair from her forehead, reaching into her pocket again and extending her arm to the blonde girl. "Gum?"
There was a pause in dialogue, as no one had much to say anymore. Max gave up on thinking about other things, like what she'd planned on doing that morning, and what had happened last night. They seemed like memories that came from another world, memories that didn't belong here in this fog, this density, this silence. What a cruelly iconic name, she thought, the irony itself becoming the town's motto, slogan, and logo all at once. "Seems like everyone's wanting to go to the inn," she stated monotonously, as it was a statement that didn't need to be said; Max was just filling the empty air with words, a quality unlike her. Jonathon's voice came from a car not far from them. So he didn't leave. "Mhmm," she mumbled, chewing her piece of gum in silence.
One thing was certain about this place: someone, or something was targeting them, had managed to get them here and keep them here. Escaping it was their only hope, but could they even survive? "Just a random question," she blurted out, snapping another bubble while Jonathon took a drag from his cigarette. "But would anyone even be looking for us? I mean, would any of your guys' absence be noticed by someone who would come looking for you? Just wondering." It wasn't as if it took too much thinking on her part as to what case she was in. Normally, no one would have noticed Max's absence, but she was stupid enough to leave a trace. Damn Eric, she thought, wanting to punch something but refraining, instead clenching her fists in her lap.
Her gum had lost flavor, and no longer held its shape. She spat it out cruelly in the grass, enviously eyeing Jonathon's cigarettes. Of course, I quit, Erik. An agent can't have such a weakness. A hand went through her hair as Max's hazel eyes flashed to Jonathon. she asked, breaking down. Her fingers twitched, still aware of all they'd need to go through, yet not knowing the half of it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 8:12 am
Jonathan nodded and got up off the car hood before walking over to Sparks, he gave her a cigarette and waited to see if she needed a lighter. He sighed gently when she asked if anyone would come looking for them, that was a tough questions especially for Jonathan.
"I dunno about you guys but I got nobody to come looking for me, most of my family cut off all their ties to me after that church accident, bastards were trying to save their own skin and avoid publicity and rumours. Some of my police buddies may realize I'm gone but I was the hardass and tough guy of the group so they'll figure I can take care of myself or they'll think I've just gone on an unexpected vacation".
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 9:41 am
Riley was glad to hear that they'd be leaving, she was sure that no one would miss this place, but they seemed almost reluctant to leave. Maybe it seemed safe, seeing as how they'd held their ground here, and come out on top. "Don't I know it." Sparks certainly sounded like she did, but Riley knew better than to ask.
They were just wasting time now, but Riley had never been one to lead. She could take care of herself, sure, but other people? Well, that was a question that hardly needed an answer, wasn't it? Riley was offered a piece of gum by Sparks, but shook her head. Spark's next question got the ball rolling.
Truthfully, Riley didn't want to know a damn thing about the people with which she was traveling. In a place like this, it seemed like it would be dangerous to get attached-- to think of them as more than just people, to think of them as things beyond what they were-- sacks of flesh and vital organs. And it was impossible not to lose that perspective when you knew about their childhood, and who they were.
Would anyone miss Riley? Her employer would, after a day or two of being MIA, after all, she was the only one that did any real work around the damn place. Her landlord would, in another week or so. Friends? She'd fallen off the radar long ago, and anyone that might venture to call her a friend she might call an acquaintance. It was easier that way, with nothing to anchor you by, you could just up and leave, whenever.
You didn't need excuses, or lies. Riley would never have to spin up a new relative to die to get out of a couple of days of work. Sure, she hadn't taken any sick leave, but she halfway hadn't expected to ever go back to her old apartment, or her job. Riley shook her head. "Not for a while, anyway." She could see where Agent Sparks was going, though.
What if they got trapped, or hurt here? What if it came to a point where there was no way out? Would anyone come looking, or even miss them? Would anyone know where to look? Surely, one of them had to have someone that would get worried, come to the rescue. Right? Or maybe that was the common denominator, the reason they hadn't run for the exit, even.
It sounded like Jonathan had a similar story. It was horrible, though, to think that family ties were supposed to be strong, and yet they cut him off for something like that. The way one single event that could happen in a second could ruin your life that way. "After long enough, though--" Riley stopped herself, the realization was cold. After long enough for his friends to notice, there wouldn't be anything left of them to save. It wasn't a nice thought, but it wasn't one that they could be spared. All eyes were on Adam and Seamus. Surely, they? Or maybe Sparks? She was an Agent, after all, and anyone with a title like that would surely be missed after a long while of not checking in, right? She didn't seem like the one to report her every action, though. The situation seemed only to get more and more dangerous, but Riley could only think that this was precisely what she had signed up for, thinking the end would be worth it-- and the end would be worth any hell she had to go through, here.
They'd been standing around for far to long, being as helpless as they were. Maybe they weren't completely defenseless, but they wouldn't last long in the poor condition they were in. Though she didn't like to think about what else could be hiding in the fog, she couldn't simply ignore the idea and hope for the best. "We should get going." She didn't need to check the map again to know which direction they were going, it seemed as if they'd been staring at the piece of paper for ages.
It was obvious that Riley was not the one to lead the group onward, but she could at least provide them with some direction. After all, that was currently how she was making herself of use to the group, wasn't it? She was the only one with a map. The inn was only a little ways down the main road, the one they'd come into the town on-- Nathan Ave. But it was a bit of a stretch, considering what could be out there. Somehow, she wasn't sure that any confined spaces would be any safer, though.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 10:00 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxseamus jacob eriksonThey'd all finally migrated outside with the obvious intentions of going to the inn, as opposed to far less favorable places. Seamus had spent a lot of time in hospitals, and for him it seemed like a good place to start. He had no other reasons, though, than a gut feeling and it seemed a better option to simply agree with what the others felt they ought to do. He was the only one actively searching for something, it seemed, as opposed to focusing on survival and hoping to find whatever they were looking for on the way.
Maxwell Sparks, as she had introduced herself, had a random question that didn't seem quite so random. It was a sensible thing to ask, and by her asking it seemed as if she, herself, would have no one looking for her. Jonathan was the first to own up to the fact that even those he worked beside would assume he could handle himself, whatever he was up to. Riley didn't have a story, but her answer was similar. Not for a while. How long was a while? Too long to be of any help, probably. Seamus was sorry he didn't have any better news to give.
Seamus had friends, sure, but they were superficial. Too caught up in their own messes to worry about those of others. He couldn't blame him, couldn't say he was any different. That was why he was here, because he couldn't be bothered to worry about the problems of others, and what might happen if he were to suddenly disappear. He'd taken time off of work, expecting to be gone for some time, but no doubt he would get calls, questions. Could you do me a favor?
"Only when the paperwork piles up." Was his answer. She hadn't asked for a life story, and he wasn't sure he would've been opt to provide one. He had no secrets, but he wasn't an open book, and he hadn't come here to be judged by strangers. These were not pleasant answers, not for any of them. Riley was quick to rush them back along the path they had chosen, back to the Inn. He couldn't blame her, but for him there was no going back.
When she mentioned that they ought to be moving along, he only nodded in agreement. She seemed to know where they were going, and though Seamus had gotten a glance of the map, he hadn't noted the direction of their destination. He wasn't being very helpful, he knew, but when there came a time when any of his skills might be useful, then he would step up-- but he wouldn't sign up for anything at which he would be sub-par.
Seamus made a move to follow Riley, hoping the others would pick up the hint and take the lead. He was no leader, and though Riley might've proved to be one, she was in no position to be on the front lines, especially not armed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 7:47 pm
_________________Trapped with those forever silenced;;xxxxxxx_________________xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx THIS IS GOING TO TAKE THE CLARITY OUT OF ME
Adam was pretty silent after that, but then again there was no real necessity to say anything. Everyone else was planning, and he was content enough with just following along with them for now. There was no immediate need for him to contribute after all. Besides, the teasing (Adam was sure it was teasing) look he got from Sparks for his commentary was more than enough to keep him quiet for a while. Honestly, the girl set him one edge and her looks made him more than uncomfortable.
Jonathan brushed his minute concern away as unnecessary and from there Adam only barely paid attention. He was aware that they were going to leave soon, watched Seamus leave, watched Sparks leave. She had given him a look but he chose not to react to it. Maybe she was like one of those bullies that left you alone if you didn’t respond to them. Again, the mention of weapons made him slightly squeamish but he didn’t say anything.
Riley left the room next, and he followed Seamus out to where the other three both stood and sat. He watched Sparks offer Riley gum. The thought was so strange, of bubble gum. It didn’t seem appropriate to do the amount of moving that chewing gum required, and the fruity flavors combined with the dank metallic smell of blood and the foreboding fog was hardly a combination. Riley quite predictable declined, and seeming almost in response, Sparks popped another bubble. Then promptly spat out her gum.
The answers to the question Sparks had asked seemed to reel out only melancholy answers from the rest of them. Jonathan’s was the most cringeworthy. Riley seemed to have minimal reassurances in this subject that she would be come after. Seamus also insinuated that no one would come for him in any time soon.
Which left Adam to answer. He thought about it. He still got calls from his parents and he could imagine they wouldn’t be very worried when he didn’t answer. Adam didn’t answer the phone very much even when he was home. His sister lived in the next town over and occasionally visited him, but who knew when she would next visit. So as not to worry anyone he had left a note in his house explaining his departure to Silent Hill before he left, but there wasn’t any limit on how long he should be gone. After all, he wasn’t expecting anything like this. His school would probably call his parents, but maybe they would decide he was just having an episode.
“ Not likely,” Was all he said in response. He actually hoped that his little sister wouldn’t come for him. The thought of her being exposed to the horrors that awaited here was painful for him. Even though she was already 16, he couldn’t bring himself to stop looking at her like a child.
He nodded. " Maybe you should lead us there Sparks, " he said quietly, in a level tone, "Since you saw the map." He said, anxious to get away from this gas station and it's horrible corpse.
>>I’m sorry guys. Here I am tho. Expect my posts to be much more regular as of now ^ u ^
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Sorry it’s not very descriptive, I just wanted to catch up. It’ll get better next time U_U
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