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 Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 6:52 am
OOC: SCENARIO #4 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: 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: 50 / 100
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:10 am
A phone rings, and Scott ignores it.
He stays sitting against the wall of the second floor's long hallway; cradling himself as he rocks backwards and forwards. Jocelyn's words from his earlier hallucination still repeat within his head- over and over again.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE WHEN I CAN'T BE?"
A question that he doesn't have an answer to. Perhaps it would be better for him to just give up fighting. Perhaps he was meant to get caught up in all of this. Maybe it was meant to be a gift, an easy way out so he didn't have to do it himself. All he had to do was just... give up. All he had to do was just sit there until an undead stumbled upon him and ended things. It would stop the fear, the paranoia, the pain. It would all go away, if he just gave up.
The phone rings again and Scott lets out an irritated roar. He stands up and realizes he feels nauseous. His hands are trembling again and sweat has begun to cling to his form, despite the chill of the air. He whirls around, then begins searching the floor for the phone. It rings and rings, calling out to him in desperation. When he finally finds it in a patient's room, he grabs it off the hook- his voice a growl. "What?"
"S-Scott? Is that you Scott? Oh thank g-goodness I thought you were dead... they told us everyone there was dead..."
Scott frowns. "Mom?"
"Yes, Scott! This is your mother! I- I need your help. I'm trapped, and- oh, oh no! Scott, please hurry! I need you!"
Her voice sounds panicked, terrified. The emotions make their way over to Scott, tightening within his chest. "Where are you, mom? I'll come help you, I-"
The phone goes dead, but somewhere within the hospital another one rings. Scott bolts out of the room, sprinting towards the sound's source and finding a phone right where he'd been sitting in the middle of the hallway. Without thinking more into it, he grabs it and presses it hard against his ear. "Mom? Are you alright? Tell me where you are." He speaks so fast his voice slurs together, he's swaying on his feet; the nausea within his gut intensifying.
"Scott. Please... help..."
The voice that answers him does not belong to his mother, but his father. And he sounds weak. His voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper. Scott can hear the pounding of his heart, as though someone were holding it right next to his ear. "Dad! Where are you?!"
Too late, the phone's already gone dead. Frustrated, Scott throws the thing down on the ground; then doubles over and vomits what little he had left in his stomach. He kicks the phone away from him. "This is just another ******** hallucination." He growls, slamming his fist into the wall. <******** THIS PLACE! I'm not ********' playing your goddamn games anymore!" He moves towards the stairs, intent on finding a way back outside.
INFECTION: 50 +10 = 60 / 100
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