[ OUTSIDE- AROUND THE FENCE ] (EMOTION: CONFUSION) Outside the fence is a little too close to the fog. It is extremely disorienting, as the fog calls out to you. Sometimes you see faces, shapes, sometimes actual form of people. It temps and tantalizes you and drives you insane. Sometimes, instead of seeing a humanoid shape, you just see a set of eyes and teeth that are way too large for any human gazing at you, immediately turning away as you stare directly at it, always followed by a series of footsteps.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 12:08 pm
He had been here at the hospital for such a long time—days, probably—and Max still hadn't made it inside. He had met up with Diana, lost Diana, swung a crowbar at the Boss, visited a rooftop greenhouse in New York, and traded bodies with a clone, all right here, a handful of feet away from the fog. He was exhausted. It was probably much, much safer inside, but he didn't know if he had it in him to actually go there. What if it was worse? He sat outside the door in the grass, legs crossed, and stared at the main entrance, idly scratching his arm and waiting for something to happen.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10 / 100
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 12:33 pm
Diana had lost Max again, or maybe he had run away. Maybe she had run away. She didn't know anymore, and she wasn't sure how much time had passed. How long had it been? She'd been out in the fog for so long that she wasn't even sure she knew how to get back to the hospital doors, but she needed to try. She needed to see if she could find anyone else. She was angry that Max had left her again, but she still wanted to find him. Wandering closer she thought she saw him, but was it a fake or something evil? She couldn't tell.
"Max?" she called out softly, terrified that she was about to make a mistake in doing so.
Max, Max, Max. It's always Max. He's probably sick of you trying to cling to him.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100
Character's name: Diana Vyn Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:X Character's survival stats: X BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERX
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 5:16 pm
He turned and smiled at her before he realized it might not actually be her at all.
"Hey. Um." How did you go about asking someone if they really were who they appeared to be? "I'm sorry I wandered off." Maybe being nice would be enough. Not that he wouldn't have told her that regardless, but it also happened to be a neutral, supportive statement that hopefully wouldn't piss off a clone. He pushed himself up off of the ground, brushing at the back of his pants as he moved closer. Copy or not, he could still take her if she attacked him. Possibly.
"Are you okay?" He wanted to tell her about the things he had seen, to compare notes and feel a little more sane by sharing. "Because for the first time since all of this started, I don't think I am."
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10 / 100
Character's name: Max Porter Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:x Character's survival stats:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair and eyes. Light brown skin. Average build. Five feet, ten inches tall. Frown.
"Y-yeah I can understand that," she muttered, moving to stand beside him. She didn't want to be far from him, but at the same point in time she was wary at him. No sooner had she thought that, he began twisting and contorting in front of her. His skin began to peel, thorns protruding from his eyes in a grotesque way.
"N-NO! NOT AGAIN!" Diana shouted, taking several steps back and pulling out her knife to defend herself. "Please stop doing this to me. Please. First Isabelle, now Max. Why torment me with all of this? I just want it all to end," she sobbed, tugging at her hair.
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Yay hallucinations. XD
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 9:24 pm
Max raised his crowbar to defend against her. Behind Diana, the fog watched. He could feel it judging him for being so quick to retaliate when he had thus far been so intent on keeping her safe. How quickly things changed.
"Stop what?" he said, watching her in alarm. "What's happening?" Max could imagine the terrible things she was seeing, but he didn't know how he could help. "Should I go? Or maybe we can go find Isabelle?" Max wasn't sure there even was an Isabelle, but he would have told her Santa was pulling up in a foggy sleigh pulled by undying if he'd thought it would have made her feel better.
Snapping out of it, Diana glanced around again in an attempt to find the source of her hallucinations. She knew Max wasn't one of them, she could see his normal figure again and the fact that he held a crowbar ready in his hands. Did he plan on attacking her? Now she was angry.
"What the hell, Max?? Were you going to hit me with that?" she snapped, never realizing she had her own weapon drawn. "What we go into a bit of fog and now I'm suddenly the enemy? After everything this is how it is?"
Yes, he's only out for himself. You're dangerous to him. A threat. He wants to hurt you, abandon you.
"No, no this is wrong. I-I can't. We need to get away from each other," she switched suddenly, trying to get a hold of herself and her raging emotions. "I don't want to hurt you."
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Dealing with Diana is a roller coaster right now. XD
[ OUTSIDE- AROUND THE FENCE ] (EMOTION: CONFUSION) Outside the fence is a little too close to the fog. It is extremely disorienting, as the fog calls out to you. Sometimes you see faces, shapes, sometimes actual form of people. It temps and tantalizes you and drives you insane. Sometimes, instead of seeing a humanoid shape, you just see a set of eyes and teeth that are way too large for any human gazing at you, immediately turning away as you stare directly at it, always followed by a series of footsteps.
