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 Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 9:31 pm
"That. Is. A. Likely. Scenario." Terry managed to say despite being shaken like a rag doll. He wasn't putting up much of a resistance and would have gladly stayed on the ground until it occurred to him how gross it was.
He sat up, tried to see if there were any stains on his shirt. He didn't recognize this shirt, now that he thought about it. "If we're in some death-game, shouldn't there be guards? Or cameras? Or something? Perhaps we're being observed? And besides," he was slowly masking his anxiety again, donning the stoic calm now that he wasn't alone, "Why should I believe you? You attacked me from out of nowhere. Perhaps you're working for whoever it is that abducted us."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 10:04 pm
Deus DormitoriesThere were voices, something vaguely resembling chatting and questions but none of them sounding familiar as Harper rolled over groaning into the side of her pillow. It was too early for her to wake up on a Saturday, wasn’t the whole point to enjoy the her dreaming about the movie she had gone to see with friends, or that it was her first kiss. Apparently not, as a few more unfamiliar voices muffled from behind the door. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes Harper blinked a few times looking around. This was not her room, this was not her bed, this was not where she was suppose to be, or should be for that matter. There was no smell of breakfast that her dad usually made, and even more so no pictures on the walls, no more photographs of her mom or sister or anything. “Dad…. Kinley…..” Getting to her feet she looked in the mirror, her hair was still short and bubblegum pink and her pj’s slightly big but for the most part something she would normally have worn to bed. Digging through the closet, everything there looked like the right size almost, the bra was a little big but the leggings and shorts and tank all things that she normally wore at home so where was she? Was this some weird twilight zone thing? Maybe a prank, she thought opening the door and looking out in the hallway. “Hell….” The hallway was dimly light and resembling something that belonged in the basement of a horror film. If this was a prank for April fools then it was done in poor taste for sure. Looking around she darted for the stairs and out of the building hoping she would see something familiar. Nothing was.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 10:18 pm
Somewhere on the Island, was a very confused 14 year old Marcus who was facing the fact he was apparently supposed to be a 'handsome 20+ year old who was married, had 2 dogs, a house, and a perverted vampire for a weapon'.
14 year old Marcus couldn't handle Algebra 2 yet what the fresh hell was all this then?
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 10:55 pm
Town"My daddy is very imporant," she slipped in, prioritizing this answer above anything else. She was not aware of anyone named 'Dr. Oz', but was certain beyond doubt that her father was important. America seemed far more prepared for...well, nearly everything, Mimsy thought. She seemed comfortable speaking, and taking the lead, and filling the silences that Mimsy had a tendency towards leaving. She didn't correct her about a 'doctor's knife' being a 'scalpel', and nodded along with her plan. The only concern that presented itself was that the likelihood of her tackling someone was not statistically probable, but she didn't raise that point either. It felt nice to simply watch and listen to her, then to follow behind in her footsteps. Comfortable, as though America was a fire as bold as her words and as warm as her hair, effortlessly clearing the way with the ease of her nature for her to walk safely in the ashes after her. This was what she did, with the same amount of gravity, taking careful steps after her new 'friend' (if this was a friend; she thought this was a friend). She was admittedly very relieved that there was no one in the house, big fat guy or otherwise, and sought out a surface that could be used to empty the bag. "You are impressively brave," she softly complimented her, still avoiding direct eye contact, as she began to slowly turn the bag upside-down on a table not far from the entrance. From the bag came an assortment of items: some empty vials, a small moleskine notebook, a chew ring that belonged to either a dog or a baby, bandages, pens, a letter kept in its envelope, strange batteries in a case, and finally something that looked like a phone. Similar enough to her father's blackberry, at least. "Is this a phone?" Curious as ever, she tapped a button at the edge of the screen. The screen lit up with the time and a background image of a blond, muscular man smiling up at them. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Mimsy covered her eyes and tried to find some kind of loophole that would allow her to not tell her daddy this part.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 11:10 pm
DORMS
"Oh," said the kid sadly in response to Otto not liking Pokemon, and he stared awkwardly at his Pokemon bandages for about two seconds, "But but- do you like Beyblade?"
Before either Otto or Chance could answer he was running up and down the hallway again shouting random phrases that didn't sound like any language on this planet ever.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 11:10 pm
Town"Yeah I'm hella brave," America agreed easily. "I bet if anybody had jumped us, we'd have taken them down even if they were a big fat slave ring santa. So don't worry okay, we've definitely got this." She poured over the treasures but obviously nothing was as interesting as the beefy vision on the phone. Whistling softly she commented first with a, "Dang." Followed by a considering, "I bet my boobs would grow to a B-cup in like a week lookin' at that everyday. That's a really fancy phone, like mine was smaller and thicker and way less nice even though it's pretty new." The date on the screen said 2017. "Someone went and messed up their calendar though," she tsked before straightening up. "I'm gonna check that phone drawer in the kitchen again, maybe that's one of those battery packs that can charge things up. You try calling your dad, or the police, or maybe the news." When she came back, it was with an armful of similar phones, some a little older seeming, one fairly new. All had cracked screens and other sorts of damage. Several though...the cracks looked like they were made by human fingers.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 11:16 pm
Outside DormsAny dreams about her life with Vanessa were good dreams. They were Caroline's favorite dreams to dream, and her least favorites to wake up from, though she could swear sometimes that she could still smell her hair in the morning when she did. They usually weren't dreams of a time so early in their relationship - and they usually didn't end in something so terrible. When she woke this time, there was nothing lingering for to be fond of. Just panic and a cold sweat, her adrenaline still surging from the feeling of running from shadows. Shadows and vines, just like Delta. Just like that thing that tried to eat her and Lucky. The distress she felt from the nightmares tended to go away by the time she left the basement and stepped into the sunlight. Staying in the basement always made them worse, so she always chose to make her way outside if she could help it. But she didn't really feel better today. Not because of the nightmare itself, but because she'd passed at least a dozen faces and none of them looked a day over sixteen. That was a red flag that she wasn't seeing things as they should be. Her breaths were shallow and panicked as she checked Twitter, knowing that it was not the most ideal gauge of reality, but was probably better than nothing. " Oh god," she sighed in relief, grateful for confirmation that it wasn't just her. Then the reality set in, and she cringed as realization really set in. "s**t. s**t." She needed to find Mimsy. Really needed to find the baby. She chewed her lip, trying to think as she watched a nervous teenager wander around. One that seemed a little familiar, now that she was looking more critically. "Hey, kiddo - what's your name?" A smile as she waved the boy over, then a smile and a wave to a girl that emerged from the dorm behind him. "C'mere. I won't bite, promise. Just as scared as you. Let's get this figured out, okay?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 11:26 pm
Death Offices
"Real funny guys," Mark stared from outside the barricade, "You guys aren't seriously going to just let me deal with all of this?"
Silence.
"Look," the acting Death lead pointed at Rep, "You owe me Rep for the whole not getting you killed thing," he was being specifically unspecific since he couldn't remember if Rep had just saved himself in any of these circumstances, "And you," here, he pointed at Lucky, "You owe me for unfollowing me on Twitter."
"And you owe me Gale for," here Mark paused, "because I'm your Jedi Master, and this is the will of the Force and all okay."
It was to be noted at this point Mark was still standing outside the barricade. "Look, is anyone going to help me or not, at least check on the other leads or something to make sure they don't just oh I dunno, destroy everything they did and blame it on us because they will." A pause. "Dibs on not Doctor Hannibal Lector."
"I can help too," said Carl, who was on the other side of the barricade on the inside with absolutely no indication of when he even got there or how. He looked surprisingly in a decent mood, probably just feeling good since he had gone through all the initial stages of denial and intense regret, "I can help explain the voices to people." OOC Feel free to pick and try to check on a division leader as well as wander around... (quote the rper), or just continue rping here is good too!
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 11:46 pm
TownThe whistle brought Mimsy's attention out of her own mind and back into the present situation, which regretfully continued to involve a persistently shirtless man. Biology was not her strongest discipline, but she was fairly certain that looking at someone like this did not stimulate tissue growth. Still, she glanced down at her own chest to make an informal measurement before she looked back at the screen. Any change would need to be noted for further research. "All right. I will make an attempt to contact him." Her finger hesitated over the '2017', face twisting with confusion and concentration. This was especially perplexing, because the technology was feasibly from a date in the future if it were accurately following Moore's law... She suspended her questioning of the technology for the moment, and tapped at the images on the screen that would most likely allow her to make a call - first the phone, then a green button with a phone on it again. When that didn't work, she tried to input his phone number before pushing the green button. It was still unsuccessful. "The call has failed. Is it possible that we do not have service? Can cellular service be limited by any method otherwise?" She nudged the phone across the table to America, her eyes trying to find anywhere to look that was not the phone's illuminated screen. The cracks in the other screens were much more safe to examine, so she did, cautiously placing her thumb in the center point of one shattered web. "Would the man on that phone be capable of applying the pressure necessary to fracture this? I cannot calculate the force exerted without data gathered by viewing either him or a more realistic image of him." She looked at her feet. "I would rather not do either."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 11:55 pm
At the first opportunity, Caroline snuck another glance at her phone for any updates about her kid. There were none, so she tried another tactic. Text to Mark Hey where are you anyway?? Text to Mark Have you seen Mimsy or does she turn up on any of your tracker tech.. Need to know where she is
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 12:25 am
Shu - Basement (15 years old)
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen made no differences for the adolescent Asian girl. She had a family, her sisters loved her while her brother forgave whatever she did to him. Therefore, even her father wasn't good to her and often beated her, she was fine with that. Father began to drink recently, and it scared her for what he did when he was drunken.
In the dream, her mother still cried a lot, every time she'd put ointment on her and told her to hide those bruises and wounds. It was heartbreaking to see her tears but she always wanted to ask: Why you don't stop him? She knew she would never ask that question as it would perturb her in misery.
Her adorable and beautiful sisters promised to bring her brother and her out for a family date, she was excited for it. They'd see a movie together, go shopping and have a nice afternoon tea. She dreamed that the date was one full of happiness, laughters and smiles until her father showed up. He seized her arm, pulled her to a dark room and locked her up. Before the door closed, she could see her mother troubled but did nothing and sobbing quietly.
Within the darkness, there was a shadow lurking there and simply there, staring. It might be her illusion that she seemed to hear whispers and laughters occasionally, she was starving but she forgot to hide some snacks inside her pocket. So she curled up and squished her stomach, locked herself like a tiny ball. By doing so, she could endure the night alone.
There was a ping of noise that drew her attention, she opened her eyes and saw a bed full of plushies. She apologized to the owner and grabbed one. It wasn't the dark room or her own bed. It was too small to accomodate three people. The first idea came to mind was her father finally decided to disown her prevailed.
The young girl raised up her knee and realized there were no wounds or bruises at all, how strange. She rolled up her loosen sleeves as well, on her skin, there were no marks. She frowned and was startled. Where is she?
Having too much in her life made her almost aloof to everything besides her siblings. She changed her clothes and packed some snacks and stuff, opened the door and ready to leave. Shu wasn't sure how to contact her siblings, the call on their numbers didn't reach them. The phone she found was in her taste but it didn't belong to her.
She found a hat in the wardrobe and borrowed it, being subtle was a good technique when you didn't want to catch anyone's attention. It worked quite well on her father, to be honest. The corridor that awaited her was pit-black, the only light came from the stickers that stuck on the door of the room she just left. The watchful eyes looked left and right, soon located a flight of stairs and she went up.
Her hair was up to hips, and normally her sister would tie it up neatly, but neither of them were there with her. She didn't like to be alone, where her sisters and brother were? Did they notice she was gone?
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 2:14 am
Text from Mark Death office, can u help me round up the children or something just tell them idk, that this is a summer field trip.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 2:48 am
Death Office
Rep just kept right on staring out the window, grim about the whole scenario. "I can go check on H if I need to." he said, he knew the way to H's office and part of him was hopeful that even as a teenager H would be able to help him.
He gave the others in the room a grave look.
"Carl can come with me if he wants."
He remembered last time.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:29 am
DEATH OFFICE MEETING WHERE MARK IS STILL OUTSIDE
As Carl had no clue who H was he was more than happy to oblige the only person who didn't treat him with the equivalent respect of a body bag. "Okay." He hopped off the top of the desk barricade (how he even got there was a mystery) and followed Rep closely. "Should I tell your friend about the voices thing?" molten tigrex idr if he was going to follow...
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:46 am
A 16 year old Jason woke in his room screaming something about shadow zombies, before looking around and screaming again when he wasn't in his normal room and he had a strange voice in his head.
a 16 year old Zanthvos was wondering what the flying jack was going on, but dam this guy had a nice a** so it was all cool.
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