When Monica had run far, far away from the dog and his boy (or just the dog and the boy who'd witnessed her killing it), she was glad to see that she was back at the campfire.
Or, ah, she'd been glad.
OOC: SAFETY
Scenario requirements: Your character finds a campfire, and there's a few people settled around it. The people stationed at the campfire are fixated at it,and almost say nothing to you. You can (and any other players in the thread) talk to them as you wish. When you are done talking to them all, this event is over!
Character 1: A girl with long black hair. She stares into the campfire and continues to say the words she lied over and over.
Character 2: A balding, old man. He begins to recount a story about his past, about how he was a fisherman. All he fished up were dead bodies. He continues to talk about fishing up his friends. He continues to talk about his wife and how he fished her up too. The story gets more and more morbid.
Character 3: A small boy, maybe five years old. He is looking straight at you the entire time. As you approach him, he whispers I know why this is is happening. If you question him further he doesn't say anything. However if you bribe him with a food item (DISCARD IMMEDIATELY AFTER) he will take it and continue speaking. I am Peter Pan. You blink, and as you do, you realize it wasn't a child at all, but simply an skeleton corpse of a child.
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter Characters involved: monica chavez Extra effect: flashlight+1, no double mobs
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 10 /100
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:38 pm
But none of these people were people she recognized. Where had the Boss gone? Diana? Sylvi? Adelaide? Shaun? Mia? Where'd Greta even wandered off to, back when they'd arrived here together? "Hello!" she called, to the three people settled around the campfire. No one was wearing a funny costume, but maybe their faction symbols were more subtle. Apple Prison's sure could be. Worst, Monica's skin itched.
"Um, have you seen my friends?" she asked, crowding in closer. "I mean - I mean, um, hi, I'm Monica." She bobbed her head at them carefully. "You don't mind if I sit here, right? How'd you even get a fire going in the fog...?"
Actually, the fire seemed pretty cold, too. "They were just here, I think," she continued, switching back to the topic of her factionmates. "Big eyepatch guy, purple-haired girl in a jumpsuit...skinny blond guy? Old lady with braids?" Monica pulled her hair back wonderingly. "Um, should I speak louder?" More clearly? The black-haired one wasn't even looking at her, but Monica inched closer anyway. They were both girls! That meant this one would be a little more inclined to talk to her, right? Was she a girl? Monica thought so. But she was saying something soft and repetitive - she lied; she lied; she lied...
"Who lied?" Monica asked. "Was it me? I didn't mean to - I don't even know what I lied about. I came back!"
Had she come back? Was this the same campfire, and were these the same people? All of a sudden Monica wasn't sure. It was hard to see where you were going, in all of this darkness. Maybe she'd headed the wrong way...Monica glanced back towards the fence.
OOC
Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 5 /100
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:38 pm
"Is something wrong?" asked Monica, turning to the person on her other side. "I don't...I don't know. What did I say?" She searched her mind for it. She hadn't talked to this person before, right? "Which faction are the three of you with."
"I was a fisherman before all this got started," he mused in a low, gruff voice.
"A - a fisherman?" Monica thought about driving down to the beach, casting her rod out over the water. "Did you...did you sell your fish? Where've you been staying?" Sure, his story was a non sequitur, but at least he wasn't just repeating the same words over and over.
"I was cursed," said the man, shaking his head. "I'd pull a trout out of the water and it'd be dead-eyed. No flopping on the boat, scrabbling for purchase. Still."
"That's good, right?" Monica asked, confused. "I-I mean, at least you don't have to - how'd it get on the hook?"
"My biggest catch ever was my ol' buddy Rudy."
"You named your fish?" Monica asked, impressed.
"Nah; I think his parents named him." The old man gave her a toothy smile. "He was six feet tall - made me look like small fry, with that big chest and bulging muscles."
"Sounds like a big fish," Monica praised, although she was a little unsure. Didn't people prefer fattier fish rather than more muscular ones? Something about marbling...
"And his beard was magnificent," said the old man, shaking his head. "My best friend. Used to go drinkin' with me in the dusk. Then I just had to go and fish 'im up. Dead."
"What?" Monica asked.
"I was once married to a woman named Elle Goldberg. Had yellow hair like the sun; fanned out behind her when she ran. She was a real beaut. Eyes were real stunners, too - green like my ocean. Her skin was freckled and warm; her laughter was poetry." The man was grinning, now, and Monica was just confused.
"What was she like?" she asked, polite as can be. What was wrong? Why was he just - why did he keep switching between topics like this? Monica was pretty confused. This...this was a conversation for Cory.
"Dead." Monica was too shocked to speak, but he continued anyway. "She was dead, when I pulled her up. Eyes gouged out, hair torn off and in tangles..."
What was wrong with this guy? Was he...was he hallucinating?
OOC
Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 5 /100
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:42 pm
The last person she saw was tiny - shorter even than Monica. "What's up with him, huh?" she joked, settling easily by his side. "He's so...ticked off!"
It was a little boy, and he looked up at her and beamed. "I know why this is happening," he whispered, cheeks dimpling angelically.
"Why's that?" Monica asked, cocking her head. What was this? Did he mean the undying?
He shook his head, smiling.
"Well, do you wanna come look for other people with me?"
He shook his head, smiling. He rubbed his tummy. Hungry, maybe? But Monica didn't have any food.
Monica eyed him suspiciously. "Are you sure? I don't...I don't want to leave you alone."
He shook his head, smiling.
But he wasn't safe, with these two. "Come on," Monica said, offering a hand. But he wasn't there anymore. It was just a corpse, worn down to the bone. Small and fragile.
Monica took a gasping breath and ran.
OOC
Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 15 /100
