Damn, he was being asked to think again. Think brain think, he had been instructed on evacuation methods before hadn't he?
"Ummm....Docks. Yes, the docks. We should head for the docks. Might find a ship there we can use." Wow, he was surprised he could even think like that.
Though what surprised him more was the giant ******** spider coming his way.
Barry had never sworn so loud in his entire life.
FUUUUUCCCCCKKK ******** ******** s**t WHAT THE BLOODY ******** IS THAT THING. NO. NO I DON'T CARE WHAT NATIONALITY I AM SOMEONE GIVE ME A BLOODY CAN OF BLOODY BUG SPRAY FOR THE LOVE OF-
His tirade quickly cut short as he was covered in sticky web, and he stumbled backwards as the webbing burned his skin leaving large wed welts were the clothes wouldn't cover.
"Yes somewhere safer than here.." And as if on cue a gigantic spider burst into the room. Algie wasn't particularly frightened of spiders and had, on more than one occasion, been the man called in to dispatch the tiny creatures in aid of women friends or girlfriends. Of course when the spider could eat your head, that was an entirely different issue.
First it hit them with sticky web and Algie found himself pretty much bonded to both Lydia and Jean. His anxiety flared again. Not only the fear of being attacked, but now an unfamiliar claustrophobia that he imagined would easily develop when someone was captured by a monstrous spider for it's next meal. His flailing in the webs was futile and he could do was struggle silently, web having half covered his mouth.
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Guest Name: Algie Mixlin Guest Profession: Comic Writer - Lecturer - Professor HP: 15/25 (-5 initial attack, -5 failed escape) Physical Description: Fifties, salt and pepper neatly cut hair, he's a sort of tired-scruffy version of handsome. He dresses like a typical english professor type... sweaters, button up shirts, scarves, etc. Brief Character Profile: Algie become known for writing what are now known as 'classic' comics. Edgy politically fueled hero stories which changed the way many looked at the hero complex. He was never fond of the spotlight (not like theres much in comics) and has continued to live, almost hermit like, in a small village that is his home town. He doesn't write many comics anymore (a few small things here and there), instead often guest lectures at universities and teaches writing. He rarely makes appearances or signings and has denied connection to any movies or shows made of his works. (( Think Alan Moore-esque))
There was no way for them to know where would be safer than here, or if there even was anywhere safer. People were grouping up and leaving, and it was half tempting to follow, but something kept Lydia rooted to her spot. She didn't want to go out there, not with the sounds of screaming coming from the distance, not when, at the moment, there was nothing threatening them here.
She opened her mouth to say as much, but a clattering sound had her turning away from Algie and Jean, eyes squinting at the massive form that came through the kitchen doors.
That was no congolese giant spider.......those were only reported to be four feet across. A funny thought to have, when something so huge and deadly was baring down on them all.
Lydia backed up, only to remember she was right next to a wall, and flattened herself against it. The spider shot it's webbing at her and she felt it, against her arms and legs, her neck and part of her face, and it burned.
She let out a yelp of pain, and frantically began trying to brush the sticky substance off of her skin.
Now would have been a great time to leave. Now she would have more then willingly left, taking her chances outside, except for the fact that now she was stuck to a wall, and to Algie who was next to her. All she could do was struggle to get free.
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Guest Name: Lydia Stiles Guest Profession: Crazy person Cryptozoologist Descript: Smalle, willowy, lots of fly away, frizzy light brown hair that is tied back in a very messy ponytail. She is wearing a grumpy cat t-shirt, shorts made from torn off and worn out jeans, hiking boots, and is carrying a tan canvas bag that is full of useless things. She appears to be in her mid to late thirties.
Algie continued to struggle as he felt the webs begin to eat away at his clothing. He'd dressed lightly this morning, thinking it would be another day traveling around the park. If he'd known a giant spider would attempt to murder him he may have put on several more layers.
Unfortunately the man was unable to find any sort of sharp edge to cut out of the webbing and his green eyes darted to Lydia, also trapped. He looked almost apologetic that he couldn't help her.
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Guest Name: Algie Mixlin Guest Profession: Comic Writer - Lecturer - Professor HP: 10/25 Physical Description: Fifties, salt and pepper neatly cut hair, he's a sort of tired-scruffy version of handsome. He dresses like a typical english professor type... sweaters, button up shirts, scarves, etc. Brief Character Profile: Algie become known for writing what are now known as 'classic' comics. Edgy politically fueled hero stories which changed the way many looked at the hero complex. He was never fond of the spotlight (not like theres much in comics) and has continued to live, almost hermit like, in a small village that is his home town. He doesn't write many comics anymore (a few small things here and there), instead often guest lectures at universities and teaches writing. He rarely makes appearances or signings and has denied connection to any movies or shows made of his works. (( Think Alan Moore-esque))
Sticky, horrible, and seemingly impossible to remove, the webbing held on to Lydia fast. Did she have anything in her bag that might help? A quick glance down showed where she had dropped it in her surprise during the initial spider attack, it's contents unreachable at this point.
The webbing continued to burn, and she struggled to pry herself away from the wall that she was held against, while also trying not to draw anymore attention to herself then necessary. The look Algie gave her was met with a grim one of her own.
Their fastly approaching fate was beginning to look rather bleak.
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Guest Name: Lydia Stiles Guest Profession: Crazy person Cryptozoologist Descript: Smalle, willowy, lots of fly away, frizzy light brown hair that is tied back in a very messy ponytail. She is wearing a grumpy cat t-shirt, shorts made from torn off and worn out jeans, hiking boots, and is carrying a tan canvas bag that is full of useless things. She appears to be in her mid to late thirties.
She's a little...weird at times~
HP: 10/25
iloveyouDIE
medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8Total: 8 (1-20)
Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 10:09 am
Good good, most of Mermaid group was still alive at least. Wayra was runnin of just as Kiera began to address Algie and Lydia--
And then the next thing she knew, she was thrown off by sticky web and staggering backwards, almost tossed to the wall with the force. She thought she might have remembered this pain; nasty, awful stuff to get off with tools available. "You little arsehole," the lab tech hissed as she stuff led and tore off parts of the web, the stinging making it hard to think for a moment as adrenaline began to pump through her. Remember the training courses, Kiera. Remember self defense.
She half walked, half waddled to her pair first. "Yes, hi, hello, calm down," she greeted them, trying to help tear the web off their arms and legs while trying not to entangle the stuff still on her. "Set that energy to action, no panic there, Lydia."
Acting professional was pretty much the only way to stop Kiera from panicking herself. She was only able to radiate an unflappable aura because she was just so used to it by now.
"Hang on, I'm coming," she called to one of the other guests, calm as you please, webbing making her hair look like half of a bat wing. "Quit flapping your gums or you'll really get that beast on you. Oy, September, Tobias, quit being nellies for a moment and help me out here!"
Algie's struggling combined with Kiera's efforts to free them from the webs at least allowed him to flail enough to prevent further damage.
He wasn't quite free yet.
"Fhhanyou." He muffled into the webbing over his mouth. He was thanking her.
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Guest Name: Algie Mixlin Guest Profession: Comic Writer - Lecturer - Professor HP: 10/25 - No dmg this roll Physical Description: Fifties, salt and pepper neatly cut hair, he's a sort of tired-scruffy version of handsome. He dresses like a typical english professor type... sweaters, button up shirts, scarves, etc. Brief Character Profile: Algie become known for writing what are now known as 'classic' comics. Edgy politically fueled hero stories which changed the way many looked at the hero complex. He was never fond of the spotlight (not like theres much in comics) and has continued to live, almost hermit like, in a small village that is his home town. He doesn't write many comics anymore (a few small things here and there), instead often guest lectures at universities and teaches writing. He rarely makes appearances or signings and has denied connection to any movies or shows made of his works. (( Think Alan Moore-esque))
Seussi
Zee Oddwyn
sorry I keep quoting ;; but Jean's still there I assume
Ol-j-man
Seussi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8Total: 8 (1-20)
Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 10:30 am
"Do I look like I'm panicking?" Her voice came out quiet, low, and with a hint of anger that Lydia rarely ever felt. Still, this woman was trying to help, so she continued to attempt to free herself as well. The webbing itself had burned through the fabric of her clothing, and was now eating through her skin beneath, while the earlier webbing she had yet to remove from her skin had begun to burn giant, gaping wounds all over her body, ones that were oozing out blood and were making it harder for her to even want to move.
She was beginning to feel so weak.
"Algie.....I....." Her voice was whispered. "You are the finest specimen of any living creature I think I've ever had the pleasure of coming across."
It was totally a compliment.
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Guest Name: Lydia Stiles Guest Profession: Crazy person Cryptozoologist Descript: Smalle, willowy, lots of fly away, frizzy light brown hair that is tied back in a very messy ponytail. She is wearing a grumpy cat t-shirt, shorts made from torn off and worn out jeans, hiking boots, and is carrying a tan canvas bag that is full of useless things. She appears to be in her mid to late thirties.
Algie's minor success was short lived as another web hit him, this time further in the face.
He was now suffocating.
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Guest Name: Algie Mixlin Guest Profession: Comic Writer - Lecturer - Professor HP: 5/25 -LAST LEGS *crai*- Physical Description: Fifties, salt and pepper neatly cut hair, he's a sort of tired-scruffy version of handsome. He dresses like a typical english professor type... sweaters, button up shirts, scarves, etc. Brief Character Profile: Algie become known for writing what are now known as 'classic' comics. Edgy politically fueled hero stories which changed the way many looked at the hero complex. He was never fond of the spotlight (not like theres much in comics) and has continued to live, almost hermit like, in a small village that is his home town. He doesn't write many comics anymore (a few small things here and there), instead often guest lectures at universities and teaches writing. He rarely makes appearances or signings and has denied connection to any movies or shows made of his works. (( Think Alan Moore-esque))
Seussi
Zee Oddwyn
sorry I keep quoting ;; but Jean's still there I assume
Ol-j-man
Seussi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17Total: 17 (1-20)
Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 10:42 am
She would not cry, she would not cry.
Hot, wet trails began coursing their way own Lydia's cheeks, her eyes closing tight as a small sob escaped from her throat. She couldn't help it, it just hurt too much for her to handle any longer. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, and the more she attempted to free herself, the worse it seemed to get.
Opening up bloodshot and glassy eyes, she glanced to her side once more, only to see that Algie's face was covered, his airways blocked. He had shown her more kindness then she had received from many in her lifetime, and now he was dying.
They were both dying.
"No. Not yet." Whispered words, almost too faint for anyone to hear. With a burst of adrenaline and strength, she was able to tear herself away from the wall, and rolled towards the door, hand clutching at the handle, turning it, and tearing it open before she ducked out into the early morning gloom.
She could only hope that the others would find a way to follow.
((EXITING!))
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Guest Name: Lydia Stiles Guest Profession: Crazy person Cryptozoologist Descript: Smalle, willowy, lots of fly away, frizzy light brown hair that is tied back in a very messy ponytail. She is wearing a grumpy cat t-shirt, shorts made from torn off and worn out jeans, hiking boots, and is carrying a tan canvas bag that is full of useless things. She appears to be in her mid to late thirties.
Encased in webs there was nothing he could do. The writer simply writhed and squirmed until his flailing lessened and lessened and his body stilled all together.
He should've stayed home.
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Guest Name: Algie Mixlin Guest Profession: Comic Writer - Lecturer - Professor HP: 0/25 DEAD Physical Description: Fifties, salt and pepper neatly cut hair, he's a sort of tired-scruffy version of handsome. He dresses like a typical english professor type... sweaters, button up shirts, scarves, etc. Brief Character Profile: Algie become known for writing what are now known as 'classic' comics. Edgy politically fueled hero stories which changed the way many looked at the hero complex. He was never fond of the spotlight (not like theres much in comics) and has continued to live, almost hermit like, in a small village that is his home town. He doesn't write many comics anymore (a few small things here and there), instead often guest lectures at universities and teaches writing. He rarely makes appearances or signings and has denied connection to any movies or shows made of his works. (( Think Alan Moore-esque))
Seussi
Zee Oddwyn
sorry I keep quoting ;; but Jean's still there I assume
She thought he was okay. Honest to God she did. One moment she was helping get the webs off his limbs, the Ned he was shuddering to a stop in movements. Alarmed, the labtech ripped more of the awful stuff out but her hands didn't seem to move fast enough for her liking. The comics professor was still in front of her and she stared for a moment like she wasn't quite sure how to believe death could sneak up so easily.
Wordlessly, Kiera took Algie's ID and closed his eyes. If she could, she would have carried him out just so he wouldn't provide succor to the slider. But survival was survival. With a curt look to Lydia's back as she escaped, Kiera pocketed the deceased's possessions and took off after.
While she was momentarily relieved to see two familiar faces around her, as well as one of the guides from yesterday, Tooly's day was ruined when a spider the size of a small pony burst through the doors, and sprayed everyone.
Oh god, she didn't need to see spinnerets magnified to that size! It was like the spider had a bunch of cheese whiz tops poking out its butt.
Her horrified fascination with spider anatomy was abruptly turned to address the fact that those webs burned. Tooly struggled with the webbing, aware that around her the struggles of some of those around her had lessened, and definitely not wanting to join the still form of Algie.
In this case, her small stature was a help, having been missed by some of the webbing, she was able to wiggle out of most of it, ripping off a section of her jeans to get rid of a particularly stubborn strand.
Then, she booked it.
[EXIT]
Action: Fleeing Target: Freedom Roll Results: 16 - Success!
My HP: 20/25 My Items: Zip Guest Name: Jean "Tooly" Toulouse Guest Profession: Special Effects Makeup Artist/Professional Vlogger Physical Description: Tooly's lean and lanky despite being rather short, and is decidedly androgynous. She likes to dress in faded, comfortable jeans, and concentrates an unnerving amount of color on her upper body. Her arms are covered in tattoos, which she'll proudly tell you she designed herself. She has very short, bleached white hair, and cool green eyes.
When Cora told him everything would be ok he had to bite back an annoyed reply. He knew she was simply trying to comfort him and though he was a nervous man in this situation his temper was taking over. Blame. Why had he came here? Why wasn't the security better! Why did they not have something anything for this, a backup plan? And as he thought his temper showed by the slightly twists of his bottom lip into a deep frown.
Snapping from his thoughts he turned to look over Les as Cora questioned about Mel. Turning to Cora he gave her a small smile as she suggested looking for Mel, while this was a fine plan, part of him didn't want to waste the time. If they found her magnificent. If not...well at least they were out of the fray. Biting tongue yet again his hands shifted into his pockets to play at the lint that had gathered inside.
After voicing his opinion of leaving and when Cora agree he went for her hand only to drop his own to his side at the loud clatter from the kitchen. Panic rose as did his chest in a heavy heave. What. What was it ,and before he had time to pull Cora under a nearby table a giant spider burst forth and sprayed what seemed like the entire room in a sticky burning web. Shutting your eyes is instinctive when expecting a hit, and as his skin burned in the web he was thankful that he had squeezed his own eyes tightly shut. "..s**t." Cursing without regard he flicked his eyes open and wrapped what he could of the bottom of his shirt around a hand before attempting to free himself of some of the acid like webbing.
"Cora! Cora its time to go, run!" Tonio called to his friend, forceful in tone to end hopefully any protest the woman might give him. In his hurry to get the webbing off he didn't catch Tooly running until he looked up and see her back. Glancing to Cora he gave a nod in that direction and as he got the last of the webbing off he attempted to hightail it himself, only to trip over a fallen debris and land face first on the ground. A sitting duck it was no wonder he was hit with more webbing and stuck fast to the ground for a moment.
Beejoux*
8D sup
Krista_Darkangel_Silme*
at least its not a flying spider. Go on without him CORA BE FREEEE
Action: Flee Target: N/A Roll Results: Fail
My HP: 25 - 5 (first spider attack) - 5 (for failed attempt) =15 - 5 (second attempt.) 10 Hp My Items: None Brief Character Profile: Stubborn. Anyone that's met Antonio knows he's a little uneasy around a large number of people, one that prefers to do his job with as minimal talking as necessary after all he's there to do a job not make a friend. While he's a bit of a hard-a** when works involved he is able to cut loose and lay back when the situation for it arrives. He's an observer by nature which can have him coming off a little creepy at times.. well that and his own twisted sense of humor. All in all he's a generally silent sweet man until his temper gets the better of him or his 'inspiration' strikes.
Guest Name: Algie Mixlin
Action: Flee