There was no way of knowing how much time had passed as she sat in that room where she'd spoken to her baby sister, but Mel quite frankly didn't care. She sat and stared into the distance, memories of her old life playing like a movie in her mind. She was quiet save for the occasional sniffle; she'd since stopped crying, and all that was left as evidence of that were her puffy eyes. The itch in her arm had gotten progressively worse, though, and she'd been absently scratching at it.
Eventually though, eventually, she got up and walked out in search of...people. She needed people, real life and not just in her head people, to ground herself and maybe get a more solid sense of reality again. It didn't need to be rock solid, but right now she was rocking over the edge of her sanity and she wasn't sure she'd be able to come back if she did actually go over. Feeling of guilt and regret were slowly taking over, and the voices, the voices, everything they said was absolutely right.
She left them. Didn't even bother to contact or look for them.
She did abandon them, and she'd never know what really happened to them now. If they survived somehow and were hiding away, far from this hospital. Far from any of the chaos that she and so many others were in the middle of...
Mel walked on again, almost aimlessly until she suddenly felt too tired to keep walking, whether from hunger or thirst or just plain exhaustion, and she found a corner right there in the hallways that was relatively clean, and she curled up, perfectly bundled up in her sweater and jacket, to rest a little bit.
[ Infection Rate: 35/100 ]
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[ 21- 40 ] 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: SCENARIO 5
Scenario requirements: You're not too sure how, but your character has fallen asleep. If you are in a group with multiple people, each person just dreams a separate dream. As a mix-up, optionally if you are in a group, you can have one of the people be the VICTIM in your dream if you wish (or victims!) You are aware you are asleep, but nothing you do will wake yourself up in this dream. You walk along the dream, and are forced into multiple unwilling scenarios. In the first, you are chasing someone with a weapon of choice down a long hallway, and they beg you to stop. In the second, you turn a hallway, and see them hiding in the room. You can hear them breathing and drag them out from their hiding spot. In the third you raise your weapon against the victim.
As you wake up you realize it was all a dream, and you are sweating intently. Your hands however, are covered in blood. (If a player is RPING the victim, when they wake up they take -10 damage, and are bleeding at [random location ], otherwise make up a bloodied, unconscious victim)
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter.
Characters involved: Pomelo Ranier Antonelli
Extra effect: Players [ carrying a flashlight ] can shine it in dark places. Does additional +1 damage every time they hit a mob (including bosses) when they flash it at them. Also, if one person rolls a mob in a PRP/SOLO/ORP thread, nobody else in the thread has to roll for mobs. This post is applicable to ALL characters, flashlight or none.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Petit, 5'5" and 114lbs. She is rather fair skinned with relatively soft facial features (compared to her parents) and curiously blue-green eyes. Her hair is a light shade of caramel brown and is naturally wavy, an asset she's rather proud of. [ ref ]
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:12 am
She wasn't sure when she'd nodded off, but the next thing she knew she was walking along the hallway again. There was something about the whole situation that felt off...kind of like a waking dream but not exactly. Most everything was the same but she just sort of knew that she was actually asleep in her little corner. It was something she tried to keep in mind as she walked along, though, so she could wake herself up just in case something happened and she needed to wake up, kind of like how they did it in that one movie...Inception, was it?
The hallways were still empty for the most part, but the echo of her footsteps seemed a bit duller than what she remembered. Probably because this was a dream.
"It's a dream, Pomelo," she whispered a few times repeatedly to herself as she continued walking. For the longest time it was just her and her dull footsteps, but finally once she rounded a corner she saw a familiar face a few feet away. Her heart quite literally skipped a beat and she thought she was raising a hand to wave energetically at him, but for whatever reason the look on his face contorted into one of terror before he turned and started running.
"Wait!" she called out. "Hey, why the heck are you running away from me?" She started giving chase, her arm raised for some reason or another. When she looked up she realized why he was running.
She had a knife, and was waving it at him.
It was all she could to call out to him and tell him that this wasn't real and that she was sorry. He never once looked back, he just kept on running and occasionally crying out and begging her to stop. Still, she gave chase.
Mel tried her hardest to derail her dream-self from chasing him down. She tried to force herself to run into a wall or a table or a post or anything really that would wake her up--a strong impact would do the trick, right? But no matter what she did nothing would wake her up, and she just kept right on chasing him. Knife at the ready.
[ Infection Rate: 35/100 ]
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[ 21- 40 ] 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.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Petit, 5'5" and 114lbs. She is rather fair skinned with relatively soft facial features (compared to her parents) and curiously blue-green eyes. Her hair is a light shade of caramel brown and is naturally wavy, an asset she's rather proud of. [ ref ]
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:27 am
It wasn't long before she managed to chase him into a room, and he cowered in one of the corners. Tears pricked her eyes and quickly fell but still her body jerked forward and grabbed him by the ankles. In reality he was much bigger and much heavier than anything she could manage with just one hand, but in this dream? She was plenty strong enough. His breathing was heavy and he was begging her to stop but she couldn't, and when they were finally in the hallway she turned to him, watched him for a time.
"Pl-please, Mel, you can't..."
"I'm sorry," she wanted to say, but no words left her mouth.
The fear on his face, the way he was looking at her was more than she could handle. She'd never be able to forget that look. She wanted to throw herself against the wall, to turn the knife against herself even, anything to wake herself up so she didn't have to see that expression on his face anymore. But whatever she did, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop herself. Her dream-self, anyway.
She felt herself raising her arm, her other hand holding him firmly by the ankle.
"No, Mel! Wait, you can't--"
[ Infection Rate: 35/100 ]
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[ 21- 40 ] 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.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Petit, 5'5" and 114lbs. She is rather fair skinned with relatively soft facial features (compared to her parents) and curiously blue-green eyes. Her hair is a light shade of caramel brown and is naturally wavy, an asset she's rather proud of. [ ref ]
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:34 am
Forty-five.
That was how many she counted before she was jolted awake by...something. She couldn't be sure. When her eyes finally opened she noticed first that her cheeks were wet, and so were her hands, and she wasn't in her corner anymore. Upon looking around she realized that she didn't know where she was, just that she was finally awake and holding a knife. A big one.
"Kn..."
Her eyes widened at the memory of her dream and when she looked down at her hands she realized that the wet feeling was because they were slick with blood. She could only assume someone else's since she didn't feel at all like she'd been stabbed. When she looked past her hands she finally saw it...
Someone was lying there, bleeding out and unconscious. She could only guess how many times that person had been stabbed...
"No..." she whispered weakly as she dropped the knife. The clatter as it fell to the floor echoed and filled the silence in the hallway, and slowly Mel backed away. She needed to get out of there...now.
Now.
So she ran.
[ Infection Rate: 35 +10 45/100 ]
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[ 41 - 60 ] Your paranoia has peaked. You feel terrified, alone, but you also feel the anger of being left alone. You begin to sweat, building a light fever and nausea. You sometimes pause mid-conversation entirely as in front of you sometimes appear people familiar to you, talking to you instead (if you are at this stage, you must consistently roll 1d10 per non-battle post you make, and if you roll 1-3 you begin to hallucinate).
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Petit, 5'5" and 114lbs. She is rather fair skinned with relatively soft facial features (compared to her parents) and curiously blue-green eyes. Her hair is a light shade of caramel brown and is naturally wavy, an asset she's rather proud of. [ ref ]
