Darkness was quickly approaching as the couple remained outside of the hospital. They'd arrived early in the afternoon, but the time had passed far too quickly for either of their liking, the sun's departure adding additional shadows to the dense fog surrounding them.
The hospital had been too eerie to enter, in Lola's opinion. Sure, it would get them out of the creepy fog, but it also meant walking in to a pitch black building with who knows what lurking inside. Nope, nope, nope. She'd gotten her fill of creepy places back at that Casino of Death, there was no way she was going to get tricked again.
"We could always take turns sleeping, right? I'm sure we can find some place outside in the hospital's courtyard. Maybe a bench or something. At least until this fog lets up."
OOC: SCENARIO 7
Scenario requirements: This event can only be rped with TWO or more people. One of the characters begins to lose their mind, convinced that a someone is talking to them, telling them there is safety beyond the fog. They begin to drag the other character that direction as well.
The other character now has the option to fight back with that player, or accept. If they follow, the first player will continue to talk about this imaginary person talking to them (make one up, base it on a person close to that character) has promised them an increasingly more ludicrous count of promises (you can make these up). They get stranger and more unrealistic.
This rp continues until the second character being dragged realizes something is up with the first character. They can choose to roll 1d6 to drag the character back towards the hospital away from the thickness of the fog. If the roll even, they succeed, if they roll odd, the other character continues to drag them. Continue this RP until the second character has rolled 1d6 and rolled even successfully to drag the other player out. Characters involved: Lola and Al Malcom Extra effect: Neither of us have flashlights, so it's moot.
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Infection Rate: 20/100 Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby woman with bleached-blonde teased hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt. Typically somewhat clever, though has never had to adjust to a situation quite like this one before.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 5:12 pm
Lola had a bad feeling about that hospital, and honestly, Al agreed with her. Hospitals were ******** bad news. If they didn't murder you with the bill, they took you out with a crazy amount of drugs. "Sure, babe." He said quietly, his eyes roaming from side to side as though he could see a goddamn thing in this fog. "You'll sleep first, though. I know you're tired."
He didn't think he could sleep, even if he tried.
Miraculously, the voices had died down for a while, and while Al couldn't say he was relaxed, he was definitely calmer than he'd been for quite some time.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 0/100 Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 5:32 pm
She gripped his hand tightly, as though she were afraid that letting go would separate them forever. The thickness of the fog prevented them from seeing any further out than a few feet, creating even more stress than what was already upon them. Who knew what was lurking in the shadows around them? And why hadn't they seen anyone else from the prison yet?
"Sure, sugar. But wake me up when you're ready to sl--"
"Lola!"
She froze. Babs? How in the world?
"Lola, over here!"
It was her! It was her baby sister! Maybe the trick her mind was playing on her was a premonition of finding her sister later on? Babs had always said they had some psychic powers in their family, but Lola had always written it off as mumbo-jumbo nonsense. But she was here! In Canada! At the hospital!
"Al - did you hear that?" Her voice grew loud in excitement, yanking on her husband's hand. "Al, it's Babs!"
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 5:38 pm
Lola had been in mid-sentence when she suddenly cut off, and Al cast a worried look in her direction. When his wife suddenly said her sister's name, his brows arched sharply in surprise, peering into the fog to search... though he knew, logically, it was impossible.
"Lola," He said lowly, gripping his wife tight so she couldn't pull away from him. "Hon, Babs can't be here. She's got a warrant here, remember? She's not stupid, she wouldn't dare cross the border." And truth be told, he hadn't heard a goddamn thing. True, his ears might still be screwy from those grenades... but there was no way.
"Let's think about this, alright? Why would Babs be here of all places...?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 5:48 pm
She could hear Al speaking to her, but she was only half-listening to him. Okay, she wasn't really listening to him at all, instead focusing on the fact that her baby sister had come to find her!
"Lola, we brought a van - I heard on the news what had happened, we came to get you out of here."
Babs had come to rescue them? Oh, bless her sweet little heart, her baby sister had clearly brought her husband Dickie and they were here to take them out of this godforsaken place!
"Al, Al - she's here, can't you hear her?" She turned to look up at her (obviously concerned) husband, who was staring at her blankly. It was only then that she realized what the problem was. "Oh, you big oaf, you're clearly still having hearing problems."
Her jaw still occasionally ached, so why wouldn't his ears still have difficulties?
"Lola, hurry up! They're going to close the border soon - the States haven't been hit by this infection. C'mon, honey, let's go back home!"
Excited by the news, she yanked on Al's hand, pulling him forward as her fingers began to slip from his. They needed to go fast - the zombies weren't in America? Things could actually return to some form of normal? This was FANTASTIC!
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 5:49 pm
"No, I can't goddamn hear her," He growled with agitation, aware that he was losing Lola's attention. The tug made him step forward some, his hand tightening anxiously around hers as she nearly pulled free from his grip. "Lola! Don't go runnin' of alone in this!" Al had no choice but to follow after his wife, afraid of what would happen if she darted off alone into this fog.
Could Babs really be here? It was far too unlikely, but blood was thicker than water. Still, the whole goddamn thing made him uneasy, and the former prisoner was stubbornly digging his heels in. "How do you know it's her?" He questioned roughly. "What's she sayin'?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 5:59 pm
"They've come to get us - sugar, she and Dickie have come to take us back to the States where it's safe!"
Her voice was growing curt, her impatience with her husband becoming more and more evident. Still, the excitement was there, the prospect of getting out of this chaos the only thing on her mind. While she couldn't actually see her sister, she knew she was there. No one had a voice like Babs, the high pitch, the little baby-voice that Lola had always teased her over. No, this was surely her sister.
"Lola, hurry up with Al, darling! Where are you?"
"We're coming!" She screamed back, a giggle escaping as the giddiness bubbled up from within her. "We're comin', Babs!"
The tugging on his hand became almost painful yanks, the shorter woman dragging her feet onto the ground as she attempted to pull him faster with her into the depths of the fog. They were moving further and further away from the hospital's perimeter, deeper into the unknown. They'd no doubt see Dickie's old van soon enough, Lola, for once, excited to see the dilapidated VW with the god-awful painting of the woman riding an ugly-a** tiger painted on its side. She'd never been so happy to see such a horrible thing in her entire life.
They were going to be free!
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 6:02 pm
The States? What, they'd brought that shitty old van all the way up to Canada with them? Al could hardly believe it, and the man resisted the urge to slap his hand over hand over Lola's mouth to quiet her down. God only knew what undying were lurking out here in this s**t. Hell, what if they were luring them farther and farther out so they'd be easier to pick off? The thought was enough to stop him dead, feeling uneasy and suspicious all at once.
Lola was going to hate him, he decided, but he couldn't let this happen. In an instant, his arms had wrapped around her waist, and with a grunt of effort, the man hauled his wife up and over his shoulder with obvious effort. His face was a little red, as he hadn't worked out like this in quite some time.
Without another word, he turned around and started to march back the way they'd come, his grip tight upon Lola.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 6:22 pm
She was caught off guard as she was lifted up into the air and thrown over the larger man's shoulder like a sack of taters. Her chubby hands began to beat on his back as he struggled to carry her off back towards the hospital, further and further distancing them from the warm and welcome voice of her sister.
"Let me down, you b*****d!" Her yelling only intensified as her legs swung with the same force as her arms, "Al, what the ******** are you doing? We need to get home!!"
Maybe he couldn't hear her, but Lola surely could! As if to prove her point, Babs called out again, the urgency growing in her sweet, young voice.
"Momma's waiting on us, Lola! Hurry up so we can get back home to her!"
Her thrashing and flailing immediately stopped. Their Momma?
But...but Momma had been dead for the past five years!
"Oh my God...." Her voice was a whisper, fingernails now digging into Al's back out of sheer fear. This wasn't Babs after all. Something or someone was out there impersonating her baby sister. Lola's cheeks grew white and pale, the thought more than alarming. She'd almost walked right into a trap... into only God knows what that was lurkin' in the fog around them, beckoning with tempting promises it had no intentions of keeping.
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Infection Rate: 20-5 = 15/100 Character's name: Lola Malcom Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'2, chubby woman with bleached-blonde teased hair. Black leggings, leopard print top. She's fairly outgoing but under present circumstances, probably very curt. Typically somewhat clever, though has never had to adjust to a situation quite like this one before.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:40 am
He grunted as her fists hit against his back, but that wasn't enough to deter him. Like hell if he was gonna let her suddenly throw everything away because she swore she heard her sister--who was a selfish piece of s**t, in his opinion--coming to valiantly rescue them.
"We don't got a home!" He yelled back at her, continuing to stomp through the fog. Almost unexpectedly, his wife fell limp. He glanced over his shoulder,but sure enough, she was alive. Why wouldn't she be? He was getting paranoid, for sure.
There was another grunt as her fake nails bit deep into his skin, hissing quietly between his teeth. "C'mon." He told her roughly. "We gotta keep going. We've survived this long, right?"
