Bing burst out of the fog, pulling his limbs from the clinging tendrils with relief. The sensation was short-lived. The rusted gates of the decrepit hospital offered little comfort outside of being free from the fog. The way he figured it, the fog was bad news, and if it wasn't willing to hang around the hospital, the hospital must be worse.
But there were Infected milling around outside the gates. Bing looked at the fog-free grounds of the hospital, and figured they'd make a good compromise. So he squeezed through the gates as quietly as possible, and headed into the overgrowth.
As he navigated the maze of flower bushes gone to seed, and trees long overdue for a trim, Bing kept an eye and ear out for anyone else. He was really hoping to find Benji, but at this point, he'd take anyone from Prison, or even someone from elsewhere. He thought back to the circle of unresponsive people back in the fog and shivered.
Cold, are we?
A sudden rosy glow appeared before him. A fire? Coincidence, or were the voices that kept whispering actually affecting the world around him? Bing rubbed a hand over his face. He was starting to sound as paranoid as Benji. Still, the glow of fire felt like the first color he'd seen for a long time in a world reduced to shades of gray, so Bing pushed towards it.
A campfire? Bing ducked under one last branch, and found himself in a small clearing, a tiny fire burning at its center. There were people here, too. And they definitely looked more lively than the group he'd found in the fog.
OOC: SCENARIO 8
Scenario requirements: Your character finds a campfire, and there's a few people settled around it. The people stationed at the campfire are fixated at it,and almost say nothing to you. You can (and any other players in the thread) talk to them as you wish. When you are done talking to them all, this event is over!
Character 1: A girl with long black hair. She stares into the campfire and continues to say the words she lied over and over.
Character 2: A balding, old man. He begins to recount a story about his past, about how he was a fisherman. All he fished up were dead bodies. He continues to talk about fishing up his friends. He continues to talk about his wife and how he fished her up too. The story gets more and more morbid.
Character 3: A small boy, maybe five years old. He is looking straight at you the entire time. As you approach him, he whispers I know why this is is happening. If you question him further he doesn't say anything. However if you bribe him with a food item (DISCARD IMMEDIATELY AFTER) he will take it and continue speaking. I am Peter Pan. You blink, and as you do, you realize it wasn't a child at all, but simply an skeleton corpse of a child.
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter Characters involved: Bing Bonhomme and whatever suckers are foolish enough to join him. Extra effect: N/A
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[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100
Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 4:01 pm
Athena stumbled out of the fog and towards a blink of light, bedraggled and harrowed. She'd always looked a little exhausted, but this was a little worse than usual.
Same could be said as all of them, though.
Bing was a hard guy to miss, even though she'd barely said two words to the guy in the last month. He was certainly more familiar than-- uh. Them.
"They're not," Athena started, gesturing a little with her hands, "ours, are they?"
But the fire seemed warm, tempting. She was chilled to the bone.
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
OOC
Character's name: athena hyperion Character's faction: prison Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Athena HyperionView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Athena looks, well. Average. Brown hair, brown eyes, average height and weight and just the slightest smattering of freckles. No one would look twice at her and frankly, that's the way she likes it. She's got no time for anyone that isn't already in her life, friend or otherwise.
Bing tensed when he heard someone approaching. For a moment he was certain that whoever/whatever it was, it was held his death in its eyes and claws and soon he'dbenothingbuta- oh, wait. He knew this broad.
"I don't recognize any of 'em." he replied, studying the trio. While they were doing things, moving, breathing, muttering, they didn't really respond to his and... whatshername's presence.
"You're... uh, Aretha?" he asked. "Sorry, I try to remember names, but considerin' the circumstances..."
He shrugged, and moved towards one of the campers, a black-haired girl.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, crouching down beside her. The flames from the fire reflected in her wide open eyes. They didn't flicker towards Bing, but just stared into the light. Bing felt uneasy looking into them. Her lips moved constantly, a soft exhalation forming words. He leaned in close to catch what she she was saying.
"She lied... she lied... she lied... she lied..."
She lied, the whispers echoed. Unsettled, Bing moved away from the girl, shaking his head.
[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100
OOC
Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 5:11 pm
And then he came. His bright green right eye could likely be seen before anything else. Decaying flesh could be seen peeling away at parts of his body. A few drops of blood splattered onto the ground at his feet.
"Why are you all here, standing around? We should be fighting back. You're in my army now. Get it together, or I'll kill you, myself."
Despite his words, he looked like he was still about to attack them at any moment.
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 29/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: The Boss appears to have a horn protruding from his head. He's completely covered in blood. His right eye appears to be there, but it glows a bright and sickly green. You must do at least 10 damage to repel this Boss!
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Zee Oddwyn
Blade Kuroda
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its me debz rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 2Total: 6 (2-8)
"Yeah, that's right. And you're...Bing?" And then he was lumbering off, and. Hey! What, was she chopped liver in comparison to a girl who apparently had two words in her whole vocabulary? Ouch.
Athena turned on her heel, entirely ready to leave, and-- screamed. In a manner entirely undignified, she lashed out with her knife, stumbling backwards, eyes wild.
"What the ********," she yelped, "is going on with his skin. BING! Could use a hand!"
hp 45 dmg 4
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
OOC
Character's name: athena hyperion Character's faction: prison Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Athena HyperionView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Athena looks, well. Average. Brown hair, brown eyes, average height and weight and just the slightest smattering of freckles. No one would look twice at her and frankly, that's the way she likes it. She's got no time for anyone that isn't already in her life, friend or otherwise.
Jacob stumbled from the fog panting for his breath, his eyes darting around the grounds, they seemed to be near a hospital of some sort? He stumbled forward a bit shivering from the cold when he nearly stumbled into Bing and Athena.
"Guys? s**t one of us-"
He paused freezing in place, <********> He stumbled forward past the other two swiping at the freak lingering infront of them, "YOU THE ******** WHO KILLED MIA!? ARE YOU!?" He lunged forward stabbing with his candle holder.
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100 HP: 45/50 DMG 5
OOC
Character's name: Jacob Thatch Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJacob Day 0 Usually looks kind of irritated or bored, stands 5’11 skinny, tries to dress nice given the situation.
And then a bunch of stuff happened at once. Something that looked like the Warden entered the circle of light, Athena shrieked, another guy stumbled into the area around the campfire, he began yelling, and the campers...
They- they were still doing their thing.
"On it!" Bing growled, immediately pulling out his knife. He charged after the new guy, and buried his knife to the hilt in the Warden's gut. On the Warden's part, he seemed pretty serious about the whole 'kill you myself' thing. Bing winced at the blow, stumbling back, but managed to keep his knife.
[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100
HP: 37/50 Damage: 6
OOC
Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
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Miliardo Kason
Blade Kuroda
Over 10 damage done
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 5:41 pm
The Boss let out a grunt as he was struck several times before taking a knife to his gut. He staggered back. More blood fell to the floor.
"Traitors. You're all traitors!"
Groaning lowly, he stumbled back, and then he was gone. Lost in the fog. Something clattered to the ground and rolled on towards the group.
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 14/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 per attack Special Effect: The Boss appears to have a horn protruding from his head. He's completely covered in blood. His right eye appears to be there, but it glows a bright and sickly green. You must do at least 10 damage to repel this Boss!
OOC
The boss has been repelled! For now. A flashlight has also fallen on the ground for anyone to pick up. Aside from that, you may resume rp as normal!
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Zee Oddwyn
Tenacious Bookworm
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 6:01 pm
"Well." Bing started, then lapsed into silence. He really couldn't think of what to say that would properly reflect his feelings about the Warden turning into a bleeding horror. He settled for retrieving what the Warden had dropped. A flashlight? Bing tested it, and found that the batteries worked. At least that was something. He shone it uselessly into the fog, trying to see if he could spot anything with the added light, but the fog seemed to eat the light away.
He turned back to the other two. Athena, and... Jacob. He was pretty sure it was Jacob.
"You two okay?" he finally asked, studying them. The Warden had managed to get a few good blows in on all of them, it seemed.
[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100
OOC
Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
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Miliardo Kason
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 6:18 pm
"Yeah I'm good. ******** that was the boss?[/]" He shivered suddenly it made sense the empty eye socket glowing.... he wanted to puke. "Guys... in the fog, I think I saw... I saw a bed of bodies like just... tons of em, but when I got past. Mia, Mia was on the ground looked like the warden. You don't think we're all dying or dead right?"
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100 HP: 45
OOC
Character's name: Jacob Thatch Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJacob Day 0 Usually looks kind of irritated or bored, stands 5’11 skinny, tries to dress nice given the situation.
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
Miliardo Kason
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Zee Oddwyn
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 7:30 pm
Bing smoothed back his hair as he tried to make sense of the torrent of words coming out of Jacob's mouth. Something about a bed of bodies, and someone being dead? Mia? He'd been screaming at the Warden about her, too. Had the Warden killed her somewhere back in the fog?
He finally held up both hands in a placating manner as he approached the distraught Jacob.
"He's gone now. Slow down or you're going to hyperventilate." he said, laying a hand on Jacob's shoulder in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture. "I wouldn't exactly trust the fog. Damn thing felt like it was getting into my head."
Pretty easy with you Bing. Heheh, spacious accommodations kehehehe...
Bing wasn't aware that he'd started squeezing Jacob's shoulder when the whispers started. He immediately let go when he realized.
"Anyway, we're here, we're alive, and we're gonna try an' keep it that way." he stated.
[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100
OOC
Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
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Miliardo Kason
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 12:09 pm
Having said his piece, Bing moved back towards the silent group around the campfire. They hadn't reacted at all when the Warden attacked. And wasn't that a kick in the teeth? The Warden was the strongest fighter at the Prison, and he'd kept everyone from killing one another. Would they be able to stay together if the Warden died?
Well, that was a bridge they'd cross when they came to it, he supposed.
He crouched beside the old man.
"Whaddaya say, old timer, can you hear me?"
"Aye, that I can. An' this old timer has got quite a story to tell." the man responded, though he kept looking into the fire as he spoke. And true to his word, the old man launched right into a story, despite Bing's attempts to stall him.
Bing slowly grew quiet as he realized what the old man's story was about. Fishing dead people out of the water. But the old man spoke about it like it was a regular day of fishing, recounting the difficulties each one gave him. It was hard not to listen. When the man started telling how he'd fished his own wife out of the water, Bing wrote him off as senile, or just plain insane. The man didn't seem to notice when Bing stood up and left him, he just continued the story, moving onto his dead children.
"Old man's a no go." Bing stated bluntly.
[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100
OOC
Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
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Miliardo Kason
Zee Oddwyn
Tenacious Bookworm
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Miliardo Kason
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:56 pm
Without thinking Jacob flicked Bing's hand from his shoulder scooting a few steps away, something about the small touch was enough to make him jumpy.
"Yeah, alive, and for how long? With things like that lurking about we're all gona end up dead. Look at the boss, he's practically one of em at this point except he can still talk. Sort of." That worried him even more, an intelligent undying? Or people turning into super-undying?
Wrapped in his own thoughts he mostly ignored Bing and the old man shrugging, "So he's ******** mental, how are they even alive out here? We've barely held up in the prison and everywhere else we've roamed and now we got three nuts outside a hospital camping. I say we head inside. Has to be safer in there...."
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100 HP: 45
OOC
Character's name: Jacob Thatch Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJacob Day 0 Usually looks kind of irritated or bored, stands 5’11 skinny, tries to dress nice given the situation.
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
Zee Oddwyn
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 6:31 pm
Bing stared over at the walls of the Hospital with distrust.
"Can't say I agree with you on that one." he grunted. "I don't like the looks of that place one bit. An' as for the Infected and Undying, we manage."
Not the best pep talk, but Bing didn't care enough about Jacob to really put an effort into assuaging Jacob's fears. Not his job.
"The Infected must ignore them for some reason." he hazarded a guess, looking towards the final member of the trio, who was staring right back. Something about the kid's gaze unnerved Bing, but he still had to ask.
As he drew close, he tried to gauge the child's age. Four? Five? Six? Really young. Jacob was right, by all rights these guys should be dead.
"I know why this is happening." the child whispered to Bing.
"Why's that?" Bing asked, after he'd recovered from his surprise. Could the kid really know?
But the child remained silent. Bing did notice how the kid's gaze kept drifting to the potato in Bing's pocket, though.
"You hungry?" Bing asked, holding the potato out to the kid, who snatched it with hungry eyes.
"I am Peter Pan." he whispered, meeting Bing's gaze once more. Bing blinked at that, and fell back from the kid with a shout. Where the kid had been sitting, there was only a skeleton. A child's skeleton, cradling a potato in its thin, little bones.
"D-do you see this?" he asked Jacob, thoroughly unnerved.
[ Infection Rate ]: 30/100
OOC
Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
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Miliardo Kason
Zee Oddwyn
Tenacious Bookworm
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Miliardo Kason
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:16 pm
Jacob gave an aggressive shrug of his shoulders as Bing spoke, "Well if we get inside we can hold up. I'm heading that way. You can stay our here or come with. I think Athena already split."
She had the right idea, you should have gone with her, she was a hospital worker, she'd possibly know this place though come to think of it Jacob wasn't even sure where they had stumbled into, it wasn't any hospital he worked at.
Slowly curiosity got the better of him and he found himself gravitating towards Bing and the child, "Bing.... don't offer that to the k-" He stopped mid sentence, the kid wasn't there, maybe it never had been. Instead there was just a skeleton cradling the offered potato in it's arms.
