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 Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 5:16 pm
OOC: SCENARIO #6 Scenario requirements: Your character turns the corner and is suddenly greeted by an apparition of character of your choice, from either this meta OR from before it in their lives that was important to them. That character begins to talk to them, as if they were that person (just rp it out yourself for that part, as this is what your character THINKS is that character). Your character is CONVINCED that this is this person, and they are alive. The apparition begins to accuse your character of things. They could be anywhere from "why are you making these choices" to "you did __ wrong". You feel paranoia and regret. If you are rping with multiple characters, for this part, you CANNOT see anything other than the apparition. The more they talk, the more the apparition's face, and body begins to rot, as if rapidly going through the stages of the infection. At the very end, you are left talking to an Infected version of the apparition, before it dissolves away. Their accusations never leave you 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: 40 / 100
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 5:27 pm
The air within the hospital was stale and smelled of iron. Scott scrunches his nose upon entering, bringing a hand up to cover the lower portion of his face as he peers within the dimly lit foyer. Somehow, fog still floats through the building; though it's nowhere near as thick as the shroud outside. Scott moves quickly, and silently. He makes his way across the foyer and to the entrance of the stairs, climbing them two at a time. When he arrives at the entrance to the second floor, he opens up the door and hurries past it. His skin feels red hot and he scrapes his nails against the warmth of his cheek, tearing open a scab and causing blood to ooze down the line of his jaw. His breathing intensifies and he slams his fist against the wall of the hallway. Rage boils in his gut. He lets out a yell and slams both fists against a door. It flies open, but Scott doesn't enter.
Instead, he continues down the hallway; turning a corner and discovering the form of a female. She's facing away from him, but she's familiar. He can just barely make out the chocolate tint to her dark, wavy brown hair. He recognizes the soft curve of her neck, the daintiness of her shoulders.
"J-Jocelyn...?"
She whips around to face him, tears in her light brown eyes. She looks terrified. Scott's heart stops at the full sight of her. He takes a hesitant step backwards, and she takes one towards him in response. "Joss... what- you're not..."
"Scott...?" The sound of her voice sends a pain through his chest and a chill down his spine. It sounds exactly as he remembers. She looks exactly how he remembers. But how...? "Scott... I'm s-scared... it's so cold... I can't remember how I g-got here, and..." The tears spill from the corner of Jocelyn's eyes, her arms wrap around herself and she shivers. "My skin feels hot, but I'm s-so cold..." Her nails rake up and down her forearms. Scott closes the gap between them with a few long strides. He reaches out, tentatively, and cups his hand against her elbow. She did feel warm. And now that he was close to her, he could smell that familiar woody scent that seemed to always cling to her. Almost immediately, she nudges even closer; resting her forehead against his chest in the way she always had and closing her eyes as she breathes him in.
Unable to help himself, Scott rests his hand on the back of her head, slowly smoothing down the dark colored waves and releasing a new scent- lavender- into the dimly lit hallway. Tears p***k at the corners of his eyes and Scott leans his head forward, pressing his lips gently to the top of Jocelyn's head. "I thought you were dead..." He murmurs, the tears making their way down his cheeks as he says the words.
"I am." Jocelyn says, causing Scott's body to tense around her. She shoves him away, anger suddenly overcoming her fear. "You killed me, remember?" She scowls at him. "You were supposed to always be there for me and you weren't." She looks him up and down, eyes wild. "You let me die because you were too weak to save me."
"N-no, I-"
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Her voice takes on a more monstrous tone, she shoves him again; then slams her entire body into the wall next to them- pounding her fists against it in an uncontrollable rage. "You're weak and pathetic, you couldn't SAVE ME, you just chose to save YOURSELF." The words leave her lips in an roar. Sweat beads on her forehead, she doubles over and vomits onto the ground. Scott takes a step back, hands trembling. Jocelyn rakes her nails frantically across her exposed skin. "It- it feels like it's peeling off..." She murmurs, looking downwards at herself and then whipping her head back up; forcing Scott to lock eyes with her. "Why are you even still here, Scott? Why haven't you given up? That's all you do back in the real world. Give up. You gave up on me, but you haven't given up on yourself? Don't you even feel guilty? Don't you even CARE? You killed me, Scott. You're a murderer. WHY ARE YOU HERE WHEN I CAN'T BE, SCOTT?" Blood trickles from her nose, then from her eyes. Her body seems to rot before Scott's eyes until she resembles an infected almost perfectly. Scott struggles to control the heaving of his chest, he takes another step back and is stopped by a wall. Jocelyn roars and runs at him, he closes his eyes and... nothing.
When he opens them again, he is alone. His knees give way and he slides to the floor below. He pulls his legs close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and resting his forehead on his knees as he sobs.
INFECTION: 40 +10 = 50 / 100
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