[ 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.
For the members of the University faction who had been seeking their leaders, whether hoping to save them or reverse their fate or put them out of their misery, everything had fallen eerily silent, even for this place. There were no calls to round up the group and stay together, no further attempts to account for those who were lost. No efforts to heal their injuries, no chastising them for being injured in the first place. No more counting, and no notice that the counting had been ruined.
But something else came in their place: their faces as they once were, the leaders the faction had rallied under. The sound of them repeating things they said to each of them before, in passing, in confidence, in their orders. In the absence of Corey, Charlie, and Caroline, the fog offered only memories of them, nothing else.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:40 pm
The fact that Rook hadn't seen any of the faction leaders was bothering him immensely. He had encountered a few other people, sure, but he had seen none of the leaders. Well, aside from the occasional glimpses of them, but he was pretty sure that he was just hallucinating. In fact, ninety-five percent sure. But that left the question of where their missing friends were...
Had they been caught? Were they back at the casino--or worse, were they dead?
He immediately pushed the thought to the back of his mind, trying to ignore the memory of, what he hoped was just an illusion, of seeing Charlie dead and rotting. There was a whisper of a voice and he ignored it. It wasn't true! This place was making him crazy and feeding him lies, that's all! It was just a lie. They would find the three of them, they would gather the others, and then they'd get the hell out of here. At least that was what he kept telling himself.
Character's name: Rook Character's faction: University Character's journal link:View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERVisual Ref Jersey Number: 25
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:44 pm
It wasn't as if hearing things was really that out of place anymore for Liam. It had been that way sense he'd found his way out of the fog. For the most part, at it's least, a constant low level buzz, like the static over the radios. Occasionally things would slip through, and in those moments Liam's gaze would loose focus, attention wandering from whatever he'd been doing. Then back, a minute or so later. At it's worst, well...There had been a few that had seen him at his worst. Talking gibberish, following voices, seeing things that weren't there. He'd been a liability. So, as clarity had returned to him, he'd stopped paying the whispers any mind.
Until now.
Frowning in clear puzzled concern, he rubbed at his ear, then covered both. Uncovered, covered. Over and over until finally dropping his hands down in front of him. "That's not in my head..." Did they hear it too? Austin, Kammy? Wait...where did Austin go? "Austin?"
He knew these voices. He respected this voices, liked these voices. Followed them. Charlie, Caroline, Corey. Friends, mentors, leaders. Each and every one Liam had seen twisted, and nearly all of them had tried to kill him, their voices wrong parroting perverse echos of their words.
These didn't sound like that. This sounded like...them. "Corey?" He turned in place, searching the fog. "Charlie? Caroline?"
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35 /100
Name: Liam Johnson Faction: University Rank: Sophmore Character's journal link:Here Weapon: Crow bar Status: 50 HP
Clothing is heavily blood stained, mostly across the back, arms, and legs, but there are fresh bandages peeking out from beneath them. Moves somewhat gingerly.
Not that there was ever a lot of clarity to her decisionmaking. She heard and saw people gathering. And hallucinations or not, they looked just real enough to be temporarily grounding. She seemed a bit too interested in watching peoples' mouths move as they spoke, but was otherwise more or less her usual self.
"Where is Corey?" she asked Rook airily. She'd been lost for so long, she hadn't quite caught up to the recent events.
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Infection: 55/100
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Character's name: Charlotte Rhrodri Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Student, blonde, intense looking. 20 year old student.
Rorrow ran outside...he shivered in the coldness. Looking around, he didn't hear from any of the three C's...where were they? He ran a hand through his hair. He still didn't have it tied back, that wasn't an issue for him right now...he whirled around...
[ 21- 40 ] Your paranoia begins to build up even more. You begin to get angry as well, and your skin begins to itch sporadically. Sometimes, instead of just voices, you swear you see faces of familiar people in the distance. They always fade away when you stare directly at them. Character's name: Rorrow Graves Character's faction: Univeristy Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Rorrow Graves #26 View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6', Slender Build/Bookworm, Really good at kicking if need be. Long chesnut hair, kept in twin tails at most times. Green eyes, glasses as he has a slight depth issue. Always has a messenger bag with him. Jersey Number: 11
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:45 pm
Finding their leaders had been another priority that Cecil had bumped to the top of his list. His nerves were shot but he wanted more than anything for everyone to get out of this place. It wasn't fair that they had been driven from one bad situation to the next and without Corey, Charlie, and Caroline there to offer guidance he felt a little lost.
He had wandered outside, eyeing the fence but daring not to stray to close to it. The fog did not bring pleasant memories and even now it was taunting him with memories that were.
Tearing his eyes away from the fog and trying to ignore the voices he saw Rook and headed straight for him. "Hey. Any luck finding anyone else?" He turned back to see if Rorrow and Hitsu were still there worried about keeping track of everyone.
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Name:Cecil Halvorson Faction: District 1 (University) Journal :Here Character's stats: View Jersey Number: 35 BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference Status:Oh God what is going on. Currently bloodied and bandaged but able to move around okay. Damage list includes knife wound to the cut, healing bullet wound in the side, bullet wound to the arm, gash across the top of his head. Weapon: Fishing Rod 2d6 -2 [ Infection Rate ]: 20/100 [HP:] 50/50 [Map:] 5/5
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:46 pm
Inside the hospital wasn't quite as bad as he had been imagining it to be, but Dylan still felt safer outside. Even if that was where the faces were. He could feel them there when he walked out, but it looked like a group of university people were gathering, and Dylan headed over to them.
As he approached though, he was attacked by a swarm of bugs, and he slapped at his body to kill them as they bit him. "Stupid bugs." He stayed off to the side, close enough to hear, but hopefully far enough that the bugs would only bother him.
He could hear the voices of their leaders, but if they were in the group, he didn't see them. Were they stuck in the fog?
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Infection Rate: 50/100 HP: 45/50 Weapon: Fishing pole 2d6-2
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Character's name: Dylan Sallow Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE Jersey Number: 31 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 20 years old. Dylan is 5'9 with a lean runner's build. His skin is a pale beige and covered in freckles. He has short carrot orange hair, and dark blue eyes. He typically wears jeans and plain colored t-shirts. He is currently wearing a jersey with the number 31 on it.
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:49 pm
The counting had faded, fallen to silence, brought about by his insistence she not skip numbers. If she wanted nines, she would have them - her pattern. But now there was nothing. His palm itched and he curled his hand into a fist. Austin's stunned look had almost made up for the man's cocky words, although he had missed the pout. Austin was wrong, anyway. There was still Caroline in there, somewhere. Harvard was a pessimistic man by heart, but on this he could not give up. Call it a gut feeling, or a hunch, or sheer stubbornness. Whatever it was, it was not something to be shaken, not when he could still see Caroline inside her. He would find her.
He had promised, and Austin didn't need him right now.
So, Harvard walked along the fence, and listened to memories that were not his own. He walked, and he looked, and because the counting had died down, he whispered a number here and there, waiting.
HP: 41/50 Infection: 20/100
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Character's name: Dr. Harvard Falls Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #80 Jersey Number: 15 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 35 year old linguistic anthropology professor. Dark hair and beard. Smokes. [x]
The entire time, that Justin and the other members of the University were here, wandering around, losing their last remnants of sanity and getting spooked from here to high heaven, their leaders had gone AWOL. They kept the lot of them on track, kept their spirits up, kept them going. It was miserable being without their guidance.
Without their leaders, they were truly lost.
the search inside turned up nothing, just mental scars and a whole lot of nothing, the outside only had fog. fog and careful chatter of familiar voices that resonated within him. Kammy was trying to call out, the disheartened blonde could just shake his head at her. "not a thing, sorry. did Cecil and the others fare any better?" he managed to grit out, his sanity keeping him grounded if only for the moment. He didn't even try to put Rook in a headlock and just rested a hand on his shoulder. "Hey."
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[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100
Character's name: Justin Sider Character's faction: District 1 (University) Character's journal link: Link to journal here Character's survival stats: Justin SiderView Jersey Number: 06 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 6'ft 2 in (188 cm) Dusty Blonde buzzed on one side and long on the other (and a little disheveled), Lanky, Slightly built and really wants to have a good shave to deal with the stubble. Gravely deep voice of dissaproval is present.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:50 pm
Once Caroline had disappeared, Kammy was off trying to find her again, running through the complex and outside along the fence, looking for any signs of her, or anyone else.
It had grown quiet, all except for the whispered voices in the fog, memories of her faction leads and the words they had said to her once upon a time.
Seriously, where the heck were they.
Up ahead she saw more of her uni friends. "Guys!" She hurried over to them, eyes lingering on Cecil, the cut above his eye easily visible. "H-have you found Hitsu yet?" She asked.
Infection rate: 0/100 HP: 39
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short.
Harper kept to the outer edge of the hospital not wanting to go near the buildings any more nor lose herself back into the fog. There were a few others she had heard, or maybe she had just assumed she heard them while keeping her distance. Gillian was somewhere as well, but Harper had wondered off a little further from him as the voice kept getting louder. Corey’s voice still ran in her head, it kept telling to wander further and further into the fog. No, no, no, she couldn’t listen to them not yet she had to find someone. Where was Corey again? The voices mocked reminding her of the hallway.
No, that wasn’t it was wrong, wrong yes?
She kept walking her fingers running along the fence of the hospital as a large figure loomed in the grayness.
“Cecil, is that Cecil?” Her footsteps quickened as she started to notice a few others from the university as well. Harper wrapped her arms around Cecil giving him a hug.
“I was supposed to tell you thank you earlier Cecil, but everyone was gone. I couldn’t find you, I still can’t find Corey.”
Infection Rate: 40/50 HP: 50
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Character's name: Harper Caine Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Harper Caine (View Jersey Numer: 07 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5’4”, tanned with bright green eyes and blue to grey colored hair with an undershave and fluffy mohawk. Thin body frame with just enough curves that she can’t call herself flat as a board, light in muscles, and dressed in an old tank top, shorts, with a pair of sneakers and torn panty hose stockings. (Current Avi)
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:54 pm
Matilda had heard something. She knew she did. It wasn't just an illusion or her mind playing tricks on her. She knew that someone was there. If she could just find someone, things would make sense!
"Someone... Anyone! If you're there, please show yourself!," she cried out into the fog.
Her heart stopped for a moment as a group came into view. The sight of blue jerseys had never been such a relief as it was now.
Matilda ran to the group, shouting and waving with a teary grin on her face.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 5/100 Map: 3/5 Pieces
Character's name: Matilda Baer Character's faction: University Character's journal link:X Character's survival stats:View Jersey Number: 4 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5"3', slim, short blonde curly hair, narrow green eyes, age 29, English Teacher. - Eloquent, hard-working, resourceful, and somewhat athletic. Also pessimistic, strict, emotional when stressed, and holds grudges.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:55 pm
When the others asked, Rook could only shrug. He had no answer. He didn't even know himself. "I have no idea. To be honest, I was hoping you guys would know where they might be." He finally admitted. To Cecil he merely gave a shake of the head.
Character's name: Matilda Baer 
