Prompt
Your character wanders around outside, too scared to go into the hospital, too scared to go back to the fog. At some point the fog encroaches, and envelops them entirely. They begin to hear voices from all directions, and it directly shatters their psyche as they are no longer able to process or comprehend what or who they are. They wander the fog for hours, trapped in a state of non-living, as they begin to develop several personas, and talk to each persona of themselves to cope with the situation.
Eventually the effect subsides, and they escape the fog, feeling shaken. It feels like however, a switch has become undone, and they might become unstable again, to the point of even being taken over by the other personas.
If rping this event with multiple people, you only have to pick ONE person to get trapped by the fog, as the other people simply search for them. At the end as the fog recedes they can find them again!
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter
Eventually the effect subsides, and they escape the fog, feeling shaken. It feels like however, a switch has become undone, and they might become unstable again, to the point of even being taken over by the other personas.
If rping this event with multiple people, you only have to pick ONE person to get trapped by the fog, as the other people simply search for them. At the end as the fog recedes they can find them again!
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter
She reached the hospital... but didn't want to go in. It was dark in there.. darkness was bad. Darkness mean undying... But out here was the fog. There was also infected... but they were slow and could be dealt with. She wandered, the fog closing in until there was nothing but white mist swirling all about her.
"We should stop being a coward." She looked over to see herself, but a more athletic version, the one she wanted to be. The one who was like Commander Shepard, wearing the combat boots and N7 hoodie outfit that Anya loved so much but never had the guts to actually wear .
"But we're weak." Came a voice on the other side. This one was fat and wore oversized sweater and sweatpants. Her lazy gamer side that did nothing but eat and game. "We can't fight like others"
“We can try… maybe something good will come of it?” A younger her, when she’d first entered college and had that bright outlook that everything would be better here. “IF we try people will see.. maybe make us some friends?”
“We don’t need friends!” Shepard!Anya said. “We need to be strong, need to be a leader. Someone others can rely upon so that we can trust them to be at our side.”
“It won’t happen,” Fat!Anya snorted. “They know we’re useless, they know we can barely fight. Whats the point? We just need to hide and survive till help comes.”
“Help won’t come.” The many Anya’s were in a circle, more appearing and al different somehow. Each was an aspect of her personified. Her cowardly parts, her happy sides, her loner side, her lonely side.. All pipped up, offering their voices.
“We’re useless.”
“Can’t fight.”
“Can’t run.”
“Can’t help.”
“No help is coming. We need to do better.”
“We can survive, we need to find help.”
“We can do this.”
“We’ll die.”
“We’re all infected anyways.” They all said at once. “So we might as well try our best? What’s wrong with being a coward? I’ve run and lived.. but I also helped. I was useful.” The fog shifted and swirled and there was only one Anya. One left with voices talking to her but feeling better about herself. She may be lost, maybe going insane.. but she could do this.
The faces in the mist were replacing the voices. But she could deal with that… right? Silence was better so that she could hear the infected coming… And it wasn’t like she could see anything anyways!
She was also angry now… Angry at the world for doing this. Angry that things were happing like they were.. angry there was no help. She scratched at her arm and walked away.
OOC:[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100 :: Your paranoia begins to build up even more. You begin to get angry as well, and your skin begins to itch sporadically. Sometimes, instead of just voices, you swear you see faces of familiar people in the distance. They always fade away when you stare directly at them.
OOC
Character's name: Anya
IC Wounds: None atm
Character's faction: University
Character's journal link: ola!
Character's survival stats: Mini site
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Quiet and gamer girl
Slightly wavy black hair, blue eyes, light brown skin with a scattering of freckles. Average height, average looks. Has some meat on her bones. Usually wears jeans, a black t-shirt and bright blue convers. Has simple blackrimmed glasses with an N7 symbol on the right side.
