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 Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 9:32 am
OOC: SCENARIO #6 Scenario requirements: 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. When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter. Characters involved: Scott Winfield-Kimura Extra effect: N/A
OOC: CHARACTER STATS HP: 50/50 Base Attack Dice: 2d6-6 Base Defending Dice: 1d6 Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link: [X]Character's survival stats: [X]Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
INFECTION: 30 / 100
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 10:01 am
He was lost.
Shrouded in the fog that had gathered itself thickly around the hospital, Scott felt like he'd been wandering around for hours. His body was weak and worn from running. His skin itched, as though ants were crawling along every inch of exposed flesh. Occasionally, he had to clench his hands into fists at his side- fight the rage that filled him for no reason he could think of. Though he'd had, at first, been given the option to venture inside the hospital, that choice was long gone now that the fog was so thick he could barely see a few inches in front of him. The youth lets out a curse as his foot comes into contact with a large rock and he's forced to stumble forward. He lands, hard, on his hands and knees. Blood wells to the surface of his scraped palms and he grimaces, wiping them off on his shirt. He should've just gone into the hospital. At least he would've been able to see there... maybe even find someone else. Fear had gripped him, however, when he'd first found himself standing at its entrance. Something about the building had felt... off. He'd turned around and had wandered around it instead... then, the fog had set in and he'd lost all concept of direction.
"Scott!"
His body goes rigid at the sound of someone calling his name. He looks up from his place on the ground, swiveling his head wildly to try and catch sight of the voice's source.
"Scott..."
He jumps. This voice had sounded like a whisper, just next to his ear.
"SCOTT!"
Suddenly, his name is called from all sides- a jumbled mass of sound, all directed towards him; filling his mind with ceaseless noise. The student grips his head, curling forward so he was nothing more than a shaking huddle on the ground. Tears slip from the corner of his eyes, and he finds himself sobbing as the voices attack him relentlessly. His breathing becomes ragged, his eyes roll useless within their sockets.
A warm hand touches his shoulder. "Scott, it's alright. It's me... er- you. Scott, you've gotta get up. You should find the hospital. It's probably better than this fog... you're not going to get anything done, curled up on the ground..."
Scott blinks the tears away from his eyes, peeking at the face that had appeared before him. His face. Though he looked a lot less worn, and his expression was gentle- kind, even. Other Scott offers up a soft smile as he pats Real Scott's shoulder. "C'mon, buddy, you've got s**t to do."
"Tch. He's too weak to get anything done." Another Scott appears; this one wearing a scowl as he stares down at Real Scott; eyes filled with disgust, hatred. <********' pathetic waste of space. Why are you even trying to survive? You're useless. Nothing. Life doesn't need you. No one needs you."
Other Scott frowns. "That's not true, don't say that..."
Another Scott scoffs. "Don't treat him like some fragile ********' princess. He ought to know the truth. He's a waste. Just your stereotypical rich douche. His only friend is his ********' mom and I bet even she thinks he's useless." He kicks at Real Scott, foot coming into contact with his side- hard. Real Scott gasps, trying desperately to regain the air that had been knocked out of him. "You couldn't even save Jocelyn, you piece of s**t. She was the only thing that you had goin' good for you and you let her ********' die."
Again, tears begin falling from Real Scott's eyes. "J-Jocelyn..." He whispers pathetically, heart throbbing painfully in his chest at the thought of her.
"Jocelyn wouldn't want you to give up." Says Other Scott, just before both of them disappear.
Scott lays there for a long time. The voices that had filled his head earlier were now nothing but a cruel memory. When his tears finally run out, he picks himself up; feeling shaky, weak. He runs a hand through his hair and wipes at his eyes. The fog around him seems to slowly dissipate and he's able to make out the hospital in the distance. He moves towards it, trying to forget what had just happened. Trying to convince himself that he wasn't losing his mind.
INFECTION: 30 +10 = 40 / 100
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