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Post by Blackdog on Dec 18, 2008 22:26:12 GMT
(Excuse me for interrupting the flow of this but I think we need to give more time for others to post. As I've noticed only half the registered players have posted so far)
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lemex
Mumbler
SHF Scribe '11[/b
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Post by lemex on Dec 19, 2008 11:29:47 GMT
Jack pocketed the Tarot Card he had found on the desk with the evilly glowing lamp. He had a good look at the thing and did not understand where it had came from, nor why it was here, if it was here for a reason in the first place. Sometimes, his mind kept returning to the question 'Where am I?' but it remained unanswered.
As he stood, he could feel the blood surge though his body, his head was still throbbing, but now it had died down to something he could manage.
He walked to the door, but it was a slumped, half-walk which could have only resulted from his shambolic frame of mind. Grabbing hold of the doorhandle he stopped for a moment, reflecting, he was frozen. Soon he gathered himself, and opened the door the rest of the way. Outside he found the hallway to be just as stygian and gloomy as that room. But in the dirty air he could see two vague figures, a rattling sound seemed to be emitting from them. "Hello?" He pushed the words out of him as his blood felt heavy, hot-headed, ill. His heat slammed against his chest as he held his breath and awaited a response.
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Post by Pyramid H. Victim on Dec 19, 2008 18:51:55 GMT
Kayla Miguel Clarence 16
Body(/hair): At about 5"2, Kayla is quite small, and with her small height comes a small build. Her hips and breasts equal to her shoulders, so she doesn't do much for curves, but with a curve-less body comes other advantages. She can fit into tight corners and squeeze herself in, lets say, the crack of an elevator door? Kayla's eyes are a light brown, almost like bark, and her hair is the same, though maybe a smidge bit darker. The fringe tends to poke out of the front, where her hair falls down her back only to just below her shoulders. Face: Kayla has a small, round face, like a child, which throws some people off because she's 16. Kayla prefers to wear a hat, like a mushroom hat, with out the rim, and three small metal clips, clips to the front of the rim of the hat. Kayla usually stands with a modest stance, with her full lips barley open, and a distance (usually looking away) stare. By her mouth on the left (her left) is a small mole. Like a beauty mark. Clothes: Other then the hat, Kayla where's modestly short skirts, that come just above her knee's that's white and black pleaded with a few very small pink lines. It actually looks like it may have been part of a uniform. On her top she wears a white, wool turtleneck sweeter-shirt with a black jacket that has several hearts patches of all sizes on the sleeve and breast. Her boots are just below her knee, but she wears pink (matching the small hearts) socks to her knees coming up the rest of her leg that the skirt doesn't cover itself. The boots are a dirty looking brown; they seem kind of old and used.
What’s happenin’? I am dead… What’s happenin’? I am dead…What’s happenin’? I am dead… What’s happenin’? I am dead… Kayla’s eyes flickered open, she gave out a small mutter of a question, probable along the lines of; “Where am I?” Her eyes looked up, slowly taking focuses on a fan hanging, lopsided, from the ceiling. A web of cracks covered the ceiling, along with pealing paint and termite holes in such large number that the ceiling gave the impression of being years old, old enough that she shouldn’t be there. It only a moment, but Kayla finally reacted, sitting up so fast her head was suddenly full of air. Her brows knitted together as she looked around her in confusion. This wasn’t right. These toppled chairs, the thick stink of mold, pealing, or completely bare, walls. She couldn’t even make out the color of the room, or if the lights where working of not. Every time she breathed a cloud of dust rose up around her, no, this was not the steadily roaming bus she remembered. Suddenly Kayla felt her stomach get heavy, and she could about throw up. She had no idea where she was. For all she knew… this… was her hell. Time passed… And then she searched…Kayla tucked a piece of hair behind her ear; she was bent down looking at a pile of papers on the floor but they where illegible. Out of curiosity, Kayla discarded her fear and began to look around the room. Her bed was thick with mold, and just lying on it made her feel weeks dirty. Her cloths where already caked with dust and a thin layer of dirt from travel… Finding an excuse to not leave the room, Kayla walked around the room, looking on the ground and around her. Occasionally opening draws, such as in the bedside stand. She attempted to open the closet, then moved on to the desk. She really didn’t try to turn the room upside down. Not wanting to touch anything, or really get her hopes up. Finally she found something, not beaten with age and decay. It didn’t fit with the rest of the room, and sat in the yellow glow of the desks lamp. Kayla looked the tarot card over, flipping it around, then upside down. She felt along the side and ran it through her fingers wondering if anything was maybe trapped in the middle of it. But the only success was the writing on the back, and it made her nervous. Kayla quickly shoved it into her jacket pocket, thinking that maybe it was a room key. She traced the dirt of the desk with her finger, leaving her name in it. “Kayla was here”. Then quickly wipped the dust on her skirt. The young girl put both her hands in her jacket pocket and looked at the desk, mostly pondering her predicament. This Hell, really wasn’t that bad. In her daze she pulled open a few draws, or at lest the ones that would open. Where she ended her search…She walked, hands in pockets, towards the far wall where the only window to the room was. She could guess, that she had a middle room in a hallway, but the placement of the window. Expecting to seeing some extra light to add to the dimmed room, Kayla gasped when the drawn curtains showed several pieces of ply wood boarded up over them. This place must have been abandoned. Kayla was here alone, in a room that spelt of dirty laundry and a graveyard of shallow graves. Shaking hands dropped the thin curtain back to it's place. Kayla gave out a shaken sigh, then returned to the bed, sitting at the corner with her feet up, and her legs against her chest. She hugged her legs close and stared at the door, almost expecting some demon like monster to burst through and pull her to her doom by her hair. But Kayla didn’t remember dying, she didn’t even remember coming here. All she remembered was the soft purr of a motor, and curling up on cold leather seats. She almost remembered the empty feeling in her chest of lost hope, but not enough to understand why she was here. Kayla let out a long sign, a small tear slide down the corner of her eye as she sat on the bed, feeling a sort of hopelessness.
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insaneserini
Mumbler
Killjoyous
Wanna know why I'm whittling?
Posts: 72
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Post by insaneserini on Dec 19, 2008 20:50:39 GMT
Name: Riiko Matsuda Age: 25 Gender" Female Usually wears a large white dress shirt with a black vest over it. She also wears loose black pinstripe pants and glasses with thick black frames. She always has dark circles under her eyes, and she seems to be very tired sometimes. She is Japanese, and it can be seen that she used to be a traditional Japanese beauty, but now, she just seems worn down. ~~~~~~ He's burning up... Riiko thought as she felt the man's forehead with her hand. She rushed into the bathroom, grabbed a dirty rag, and soaked it with cold water. She placed it on his forehead and sat on the edge of the bed. "What am I safe from?" The cult wasn't after her, and she didn't have any enemies who'd endanger her, so who or what was after her? While thinking, the man - Jordan was his name - moved a little. She got up and kneeled down by his side of the bed. "Are you feeling a little better?" Riiko repositioned the rag on his forehead. It felt nice helping someone...She sighed and watched over him.
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Post by Vio on Dec 19, 2008 22:46:17 GMT
Roughly half of the Characters have awoken to find themselves in a rundown hotel, the Elevator is locked and there are no stairs. The lights flicker and the walls softly moan occasionally.
TURN UPDATE
Rooms to Explore
(Characters may enter and explore any of these rooms) ("x" means that the room have been searched)
Hotel: Room 601 Room 602 Room 603 x Room 604 x Room 605 Room 606 x Room 607 x Room 608 x Room 609 x Room 701 Room 702 x Room 703 Room 704 Room 705 Room 706 Ambassador’s Suite x Commodore’s Suite Elevator (door is locked)
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Player Update:
Jordan's Condition is now common knowledge, he has Major Wounds, he is Resting in the Commodore's Suite.
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Post by Temple Black on Dec 20, 2008 3:58:24 GMT
Kierra's eyes fluttered open. Her hand was alseep from her head lying on it, and she rubbed it as she tiredly looked around, taking in an unfamiliar enviroment.
She lay there, feeling heavy, unable to move. She was nervous, she couldn't figure out where she was and it worried her.
'I'm intelligent, I'm just tired', she reasoned to herself, '...there is a logical explanation'. She calmly thought back to the night before, but she only remembered sleeping in her own bed, in her own home.
Kierra got up slowly, her heart fluttering, and quietly moved away from the bed. She searched the bedroom carefully and silently.
In the bathroom she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the rusty mirror. Her hair was a little messy from sleep. She combed it with her fingers, the black and red strands, wavy and untamed, untangling in her hands.
She wiped the clumped black eyeliner from her eyes, and then peered at her cleaned up lids, staring at herself, into her big brown eyes, the whites tainted with red from the rubbing.
She used the broken toilet, then walked back out into the empty room. The walls creaked, and wind rumbled the window slightly. The dim light from the lamp illuminated her pale skin, she was almost glowing. She approached the window, and stared out at her own reflection. She wore her long kneehigh socks, white boxers with red hearts, and thin white t-shirt. That was her favorite pjs afterall, what she wore to bed last night.
She heard some comotion outside her hotel room. Kierra mustered up some bravery, and unlocked the bedroom door, and carefully peaked out. She saw some people out there, and from the look of it, they were possibly confused about their whereabouts as well. She saw other people down the hall or standing by their door as well.
She stepped out quietly, then asked to anyone willing to answer "Umm, this is going to sound weird, but where am I? What hotel, what city?" She waited for an answer, as she nervously fumbled with the tarot card in her pocket that she had picked up from her nightstand inside the dirty little hotel room.
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Dwz
Lying Figure
Faceless
Complete the pattern, solve the puzzle, turn the key
Posts: 435
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Post by Dwz on Dec 20, 2008 11:44:09 GMT
Calling out to Max he felt a surge coming from his stomache. Jack ran to the bathroom and clutched the toilet seat like it was his best friend in the world.
A few minutes later Jack lifted his head and looked around: a lone newspaper was laying on the ground beside the tub, he approached it. Picking it up he noticed a weird message written in red on the backside. It made no sense but, then again, nothing did at this point.
Throwing the paper aside Jack approached the door. He twisted the handle and the door creeked open. A lone and long corridor greeted him. The wallpaper was torn asunder, the floor bore weird and dark spots, the few lamps lit the hallway faintly.
He went outside and looked at the door "608". He glanced to the side only to have his vision blur and distort, he pushed his fingers against his eyes and sighed. The corridor looked inviting and yet deceiving. Jack knew better than to wonder off into wherever without a weapon or, rather, Max had taught him better than to wonder off without a weapon. Max never answered back, he would usually reply to Jack's calls in his own head but not this time. This time there was only stale silence.
Jack clutched his fist, alert as always, and continued down the hall.
He stoped at room "705". He knocked on the door. Silence. He knocked again. Nothing. The door was open.
[SEARCH] Jack checks the room's restroom, tables and drawers, closet, bed [SEARCH]
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Post by Pyramid H. Victim on Dec 20, 2008 17:19:44 GMT
Kayla played with something in her pocket, that she had found in the room. The lights flicker and the walls softly moan.
Kayla didn't spend more then a minute or two sitting on the bed corner, her face hidden in her arms. The sound, and sight of the flickering lamp caused her to slowly move her face up, lowing her eyes to see over her arms and look at the lamb on the table. It stood, silently, and without a single flicker. Kayla signed softly, annoyed, she moved her face back into its hiding place. Suddenly the light flickered again, more violently then before, and Kayla heard it. “Now what?”
Then, the sounds started. Kayla jumped so high she fell off the bed. The walls began to let out small moans and cries, as though the room was breaking down around her. Kayla looked up at the ceiling, it didn’t show any indication of falling, but to Kayla it was worst. In each crack she saw a face, with each moan from the room she noticed something more terrifying.
Finally she couldn’t take it, Kayla jumped off the bed and run towards the rooms door, it took her a moment for her shaking hands to turn the knob and throw the door open. It hit the wall and slammed shut behind her, as though kicking her out room 604.
Kayla ran down the wall, her boots stomping into old carpet. She didn't know which way she was going, the people in the hall around her didn't look like anything but blurs, she kept running till she was forced to stop.
That moment Mark was standing up, finished unnecessarily retying his shoes. Kayla, who didn't see him, or even care to see him, and ran directly into him. She screamed, it was small but still a scream. Tears where running down her eyes now and she was in a state of panic.
"What's your problem!" She yelled, pushing the man in front of her, the sudden direct touch made her so uncomfortable, the she felt like she could vomit.
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spearofhope
Nurse
Life In Iambic Pentameter
Player Character: Fuck all if I know
Posts: 163
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Post by spearofhope on Dec 20, 2008 17:43:03 GMT
Christian looked down the Hallway, having gotten nothing from the half Serene, half out of it person in front of him. He sighed, and closed his eyes, shaking his head again, "Look..." he stopped, and looked down the hallway. There seemed to be a commotion about ten meters down the hall - A girl had stumbled into the hallway and assaulted a man who was just Tying his shoes. Christian sighed, and held his head, "whats going on?" he muttered.
He looked James in his dialated Eyes, "Hey kid." He said sternly, "Help me take a look around." he commanded. He walked down the hall towards the Confrontation, "Excuse me!" he called, looking back to check if James was in Tow. "Hey!" he called, approaching them.
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Post by Blackdog on Dec 20, 2008 19:23:52 GMT
Jason couldn't hide in the room forever. Mr Teddy wasn't there and that was reason enough for him to leave. However the sound of voices on the otherside of the door made him pause. It was possible this unfamiliar room was part of the asylum. It certainly sounded like the asylum on the otherside of the door. Jason was smart enough to know the only way he would find out for sure would be to pass the threshhold
Jason tentaively opened the door and stared out into what appeared to be a corridor. He pulled in a deep breath, curled his hands in his pocket, touching the two items he had found in the room, and carefully stepped out.
'WAH!'
He barked out in surprise as a man passed by him. He scrabbled for the door but it had swung close behind him. Now Jason found himself trying to grip the wooden panel. Trying to merge into the very door itself.
He goggled in fear at the strangers he saw and whimpered. This wasn't the asylum that was for sure. The urge to hold his missing friend was strong. Jason trembled, his mouth working. Then suddenly he cried barely above a whisper...
'Mr Teddy where are you?!'
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Post by alx on Dec 21, 2008 0:43:25 GMT
Jordan opened his eyes to find Riiko kindly patting his forehead with a cool, damp cloth
"Daijobu desuka?" she asked
"Sukoshi" he replied "but I still feel weak. I want to rest more... is there a mini bar in here? Some vodka on those cuts might help fight off infection. Or a sewing kit... do they still have those in hotels?"
"I'll look for you" Riiko promised, then realized he was already asleep again. After a while she gently got up off the bed and went to take a look around
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Post by SilentHero on Dec 21, 2008 10:15:53 GMT
(I guess you can consider this my breaking the ice chapter, so please bear in mind that I'm just getting to know your characters and I hope you don't find my interaction with them to off) -------------------------------------------------------
In the small cabinet under the television, Jim finds a bottle of Vodka. Jim didn't drink, besides, he needed a steady head for now, to figure out what was happening and where he was.
Outside he hears murmuring and steps outside to see a number people in the hall. Stepping out towards the group with Vodka in hand, hiding his limp from his prosthetic leg as best he can, he passes a guy holding a somewhat wasted looking teen upright and approaches a young girl with brown hair and a small and frail frame.
"Excuse me," Jim says softly places his hand on her shoulder to get her attention, "I was wandering if..."
Without warning the girl quickly and violently slapped his hand away. She turned to face him and the look in her brown eyes were a mix of both outrage and terror, maybe more of the second.
Jim felt it right to apologize, but he was so shocked by what happened, that by the time he found the words the girl had run further down the hall, away from him.
Jim decided to walk further down the hall, noticing the other teen, high or whatever, was staring at the Vodka bottle fondly. He makes his way to a young woman wearer only a pair of heart cover boxers, a T-shirt and some socks.
Jim makes sure she sees him and asks, "Excuse me for asking this if it sounds strange, but I can't remember how I got here and I was wondering do you know..."
A little curious to hear this, but not stunned, the girl interrupts, "You too? I can't understand how I got here either. One moment I'm asleep in my own bed at home and the next, I wake up here."
"Do you think those others," Jim looks over his shoulder to the group behind him, "do you think they are the same?"
"Given how chaotic it seems, I'd guess so."
Jim nods before saying, "I'm going to check out the rest of the rooms, see if anyone is around and maybe hurt. I'm Jim, by the way."
"Kierra."
"Okay, Kierra, just be careful and stick close to this group for now."
With that, Jim walks off. In the corner of the hallway, he sees a young man, in his early twenties, was standing right inside the corner, his eyes fixed nervously on everyone. Jim approached slowly and held his arm out low in a submissive and helpful manner.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you... Are you alright?"
With a voice sounding more like it belonged to a child than to an older man, the stranger said, "Mr. Teddy is gone... I can't find him..." Tears welled in his eyes as he hugged himself tightly, as if trying to secure himself against his lost.
Jim didn't know what to say at first, but it slowly occurred to him that the man suffered from some kind of mental disorder. Realizing this, Jim feels a sting of pity for this boy, because that's how Jim really saw him now.
"I'm sorry you lost your friend, if you want I can help look for it for you? My name is Jim, what's yours?"
The boy hesitates before saying, "Jason..."
"Okay Jason, I'm going to look around and if I see your Mr. Teddy I'll bring it back to you, I promise." Without waiting for a response, Jim continues back down to the other end of the hall.
Heading to room 601, Jim opens the door and steps inside. The room is no different than his room, but instead of dust, there is a mess of water damage to the walls and the ceiling.
The windows are again boarded and in the bed is a lump that appears to be a human figure. Not wanting to wake someone and scare them half to death, or worse, find a dead body, Jim quietly and quickly searches. Who knows, it might even be a mass of pillows under there.
SEARCH Jim sneaks a look under the bed, before moving to the four drawer dresser. He heads to the cabinet on which this TV stands, this one extrangantly painted with motifs of birds and reeds. Opening the doors, he searches inside before moving the bathroom and searching through the tub, cabinet under the sink and inside the toilet tank. END SEARCH --------------------------------------------------------
(If anyone is in this room, you can wake and and have me walking out or have a talk with me, whatever. Note to alx and insane, if either one of you want to have Riiko, stumble upon Jim and find that he has Vodka, feel free to drag him to Jordan. I'm sure he would be honored to meet him. Or you can just ask nicely for it.)
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Post by Vio on Dec 21, 2008 15:25:11 GMT
TURN UPDATE
(I will try to post an update every two days, tommarrow I will travel home, I will try to stay on schedule!)
Remember, try to explore once every turn, that will help keep the game moving, there is something here you have to find.
Rooms to Explore
(Characters may enter and explore any of these rooms) ("x" means that the room have been searched)
Hotel: Room 601 x Room 602 Room 603 x Room 604 x Room 605 Room 606 x Room 607 x Room 608 x Room 609 x Room 701 Room 702 x Room 703 Room 704 Room 705 x Room 706 Ambassador’s Suite x Commodore’s Suite x Elevator (door is locked)
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Player Update:
Jordan has Major Wounds, he is Resting in the Commodore's Suite.
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spearofhope
Nurse
Life In Iambic Pentameter
Player Character: Fuck all if I know
Posts: 163
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Post by spearofhope on Dec 21, 2008 15:41:09 GMT
(Ah... it's been to long since I've seen one of your Trademarked Uberlong posts, Silenthero. And by the by, I believe Jordan and Rikko are in the Commodore suite... and I was under the impression that the C and A suites were on a different floor. I don't know, perhaps not.)
Christian frowned, seeing the Girl act in violence again, "Hey!" he said loudly, to get her attention, but still stayed a bit off. "Would you cut that out?!" he asked, sighing and shaking his head. He looked down the hallway, to see Jim speaking to another kid. He sighed, and looked back at the Girl, "We're not going to hurt you." he stressed, trying to emphasise it by lifting his hands in the air and stepping back, "Right now, We are your Friends." he said - noting not to emphasize every Sylable, so she wouldn't think he was talking down to her. She seemed to still be on edge, but she turned, pacing slowly.
He looked over at Mark, "Hey buddy, are you alright?" he asked, staying where he was, making sure he had a firm hand clamped on his Teen Companion's Shoulder. James was currently mumbling something along the Lines of 'Vincent' and 'Gummy bears', and Christian blinked, shaking his head. Mark stood and brushed off a very soft looking Black jacket, "I'm fine..." he said, looking up. Christian put forward a hand, "My name's Christian Sentzke." he said, "I think we all just woke up here..." he said, looking around, "Do you know whats going on?" he asked.
Mark Sighed and shook his head, "No, I just..." he shrugged, "Woke up back in room 603... Last thing I remember is..." he frowned, looking down, "A...car...?" he sighed, "What's with the Jumpsuit?" he asked Christian. The older man sighed, and shook his head, "Actually... last thing I remember is being in prison..." he crossed his arms, "Tax evasion..." He sighed, and looked down, "Clearly there's something unnatural at work here." he looked back down the hall, to see Jim walk into a room. "Well, do you think we should take a look around?"
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Post by Temple Black on Dec 21, 2008 22:38:31 GMT
Kierra watched as Jim left her, to go explore the hotel. She went about her way, trying to find a way out of the hotel. There were no stairs for some odd reason, and the elevator was all locked up.
Only place left to escape were perhaps in the rooms somewhere, perhaps the windows. She started searching the rooms, one by one, looking for a means of escape. Each one, the windows were unopenable, and she peered out to a nice long drop into darkness if she were to break it and lunge out. Also there appeared to be no ledge of any kind, nothing to grip.
She searched rooms 601 to 609, looking under their beds and mattresses, through the dresser drawers, in cabinets, in closets, in bathtubs and toilets... trying to find a weapon, a clue, or a way out.
'I'm getting too old for this shit' she thought to herself, even though this is shit she is not familiar with getting herself into before, and even though she was in her 20's, but damn it felt old sometimes, and repeating this phrase in her head, comforted her somehow, keep her level of fear down to a minimum.
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