Scenario requirements: A phone begins to ring as you wander the inside of the hospital. At first you do not want to pick it up, but the noise persists. You wander multiple rooms, and there are multiple phones. Each one you pick is a voice from a person you recognize, begging you for help. Whenever you ask where they are, they hang up. The ringing continues, over and over. If you are RPing this with multiple people, all of you hear the ringing, coming from various phones. It is up to you when your character comes to the realization that the ringing is all in their heads, (or if they need other chars to help them realize so!)
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter. Characters involved: Peter Kim Extra effect: -
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER HERE 55/100 Character's name: Prof. Peter Kim Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Peter KimView Jersey Number: 19 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER a slightly haggard looking middle-aged man. Grey-haired, perpetually sighing and cleaning his dusty spectacles
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 9:13 am
It began as an itching concern, small enough to ignore before it started to gnaw at the back of his head. Where was everybody? Why was he alone? He began to grow irritated that no one had bothered to look for him, or, he thought bitterly, that they had already assumed that he was lost. The jersey on him was given an irritated pull before he marched on, into the pitch-black building. Were they in there? Could they be waiting?
The corridors empty and dark, stretching on to eternity. Peter trudged along, his eyes searching the area desperately for any source of light or people. He gripped onto the knife in his hand tightly, still dripping with blood from dealing with the creature. He was going mad, no, no, he was not a mad man yet. He hissed sharply as the itch crawled all the way through he back, inciting a furious scratching.
The phone rang.
Was there a phone? Was someone calling?
The ringing echoed through the room, and Peter stood at the door, hesitant.
Is the call for me? No, it can't be.
Just as be began to wander off, the phone rang again.
Hello? HELLO? SOMEBODY SAVE ME!
He recognized that voice-
“Where are you? I'll come-”
The line went dead, and he scrambled to punch in the numbers, but there was no reception.
He hung the phone back up, and it began to ring.
Peter! PETER! IT'S YOUR MOM, SHE'S D----
“WHERE ARE YOU!” he roared, but the line went flat. He slammed the phone down once, then multiple times, taking his rage and anxiety out on the thing. Peter. Peter she's gone. She's gone and all she could say was how much she wanted to see you. Peter why did you have to go? You broke her heart Peter YOU KILLED HER.
This time the man simply held onto the receiver, not saying a word.
You're a terrible son, and a terrible brother. A coward who ran away.
Ah, he'd heard all this before. Not from his brother or anyone else, but from himself. And then he realised – oh, there had been no ringing at all. He began to laugh, hands running through his hair and tugging at it desperately.
Not going mad, not going mad, he chanted to himself.
Haunted hospital be damned, all he could see are the ghosts of his past coming back for him. Peter let the receiver in his hand fall, staggering out of the hospital wing back into the corridor.
If only...If only he could make a real call. Tears of regret began to stream down his face. If only he could call his family for one last time.
