lemex
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Post by lemex on Dec 22, 2008 0:10:35 GMT
"Mmmhmmm" Jack thought, quietly contemplating his current situation. He had essentially been hanging behind his room door, listening to the ever growing chaos outside as more and more voices became apparent.
Who are these people?
He stared around the room, looking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Nothing. Nothing really stood out to him other than the dankness of the surroundings, and the morbid dirt hanging down the rotting walls.
Summoning the energy - and the courage - He pulled himself off the floor, he had spend the last few minutes slumped over his own pelvis, his head hanging toward the floor and now, frankly, he was sick, and walked out. Feeling rather sentimental, though still unnerved with human contact, Jack became acutely aware of other rooms in this area. He thought he may as well check those out too.
There was something about this whole set up that troubled him deeply. It seemed like that film he seen rather recently, though could not remember the name of ... something about a killer? Jigsaw?
Was the film named 'Saw?'
No, that would be too obvious.
In any case, it did not matter. Jack was trying as hard as he could to not make any sounds as he walked, limiting his movement to a step every half a minute. His heart had now leapt into his neck and was now dancing around like a Latin-Salsa dancer. He slipped into the next room (Room 703) and closed the door, so not to be seen. The room was empty too. "Awww hell" He said, "I was expecting a bit more than this."
What he was expecting however, was something not even he knew, but as he reopened the door and slipped out again he muttered under his breath 'A Gun, a key, a condom ... anything is better than this...'
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BogeyMeph
Lying Figure
Character: James Sentzke
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Post by BogeyMeph on Dec 22, 2008 0:32:17 GMT
James had felt rather out of character. He had suddenly been more ... active.. and had, strangely, questioned his father's presence.. he hadn't done that in years. Why had he asked? He wasn't sure. Perhaps he was tripping worse than he thought. However, there were more PEOPLE in this trip... people who didn't have claws for hands.. no, now the kind of claws crabs have.. not animal claws.. not hooks.. like.. a crane-game version. But no the one with the toys. The kinda with the candy. Yeah. Usually people had hands like that.
He followed after his father, as he usually did. He quietly observed the chaos going around.. this was rather.. organized. In fact, it was VERY organized... strange, considering his mind was decaying. Oh well. he supposed it wasn't that big a deal. The worse stuff would come later. He cleared his throat. "Dad can we just get out of here before Vincent shows up?" he asked, ignoring all else going on. He could care less about these illusions. The only one that mattered was his father. They had to get out of there before his uncle showed up and started hitting everything with dead fish.
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Boris Stoke
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Some of the best things in life don't exist.
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Post by Boris Stoke on Dec 22, 2008 1:00:01 GMT
The awkward tumble was some minutes ago now, in the past, but he cursed himself for kneeling so low to tie a shoe that didn't need it. The hallway was lit, sure, but it was dim and he must've slipped into a shadow by mistake.
The brief conversation with Christian was not awe inspiring, in fact it was downright dreadful. An instant of happiness because he wasn't the only one terribly confused was gone when he realized that it'd be better if they knew what was going on. Now he had a common bond with these strangers but no actual help whatsoever.
As quickly as the small group had formed it had practically vanished as everyone went off in their own directions to search the place. Mark stood alone for a time, stopping just short of twiddling his thumbs. No stairs and a locked elevator meant they were trapped. Beyond finding an idea of what building they were in or an open window Mark couldn't see what good searching random hotel rooms would do. The place was obviously abandoned. While power seemed to be on in the place the TV he had tried to turn on in room 603 had only yielded static, so there were obviously no cable hook ups.
603... Mark thought about the number of his room. He assumed it meant he was on the sixth floor of the building. If it was indeed a hotel then the chances of there being a fire escape from a window were likely minimal. Then again, he was already surprised there were no stairs.
Mark shook his head as everyone went off to search. In a hotel all doors automatically lock and he knew they wouldn't be getting anywhere. A waste of time.
Search (602) He leaned against the door to room 602, setting his hand on the lengthy handle in his attempts to find something to do with his idleness. To his surprise, the door handle moved downward swiftly. The door opened in an instant and he tumbled into the room. He was really hating this place.
He stood up and looked over toward the window. It was barricaded too, just like the one in room 603, though he hadn't thought much of it at the time. Now he felt distinctly claustrophobic.
he checked the desk and any drawers or closets he could find here, looking for anything at all useful. End search
After the brief search he headed back out into the hall, not bothering to jam the door guard to keep the door open. He really hoped that teenager wouldn't run into him again.
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spearofhope
Nurse
Life In Iambic Pentameter
Player Character: Fuck all if I know
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Post by spearofhope on Dec 22, 2008 1:05:27 GMT
"What the hell are you talking about?" Christian asked James, shaking his head. "Look, I'm not your Dad." he said, "I don't even know who you are." he sighed. "Who are you, anyways?" he asked, exhasperatedly. He looked over and Noted Mark entering the hallway again. He looked back at James, "Look Kid, snap out of it." He snapped his Fingers in front of his face, "This is serious stuff going on here. we need you to Crash now." he said, calmly moving James so he was leaning against the wall. He looked at Mark, "Would you keep an eye on the Kid? I'm going to check out the rest of the rooms." he muttered exhasperatedly.
SEARCH (room 605) Christian Headed towards the only room that nobody had been in so far and entered slowly. He immediately reeled, and his Cough returned. The room Reeked, painfully so, and Christian nearly Vomited. He crossed his arms and slowly headed deeper into the room.
Almost immediately he found the source of the stench - On the bed was a Dead bird, covered in maggots. Christian swore, loudly. He tossed the mattress over, and heard a crunch as it landed. He sighed, and shook his head as the stench subsided. He wondered how the bird had even gotten in, since the windows were boarded up. He slowly approached the Bedtable and went through the drawers, sighing. He then went over to the closet, looking through the damp clothes. He found a supprisingly clean grey jacket and an old red button shirt, and took off his Jumpsuit top. He put on the Shirt and then the Jacket, feeling a little more in place now.
He then went through the bathroom, looking through and under the sink slowly, taking his time. He didn't particularly relish the thought of returning to the people in the hall, so he went through every drawer and cranny. Eventually he returned to the room propper and sat on the bedframe, sighing. END SEARCH
Christian sighed and relaxed, laying down on the bed, still not ready to go out and face the Mysteriously absent world again. He breathed deeply and wondered if this was all just a dream - and if not, whether that kid really was his Son. If it was, it probably would have been James... he was talking about Vincent, and Vincent had probably died from his Injuries... Christian sighed. He closed his eyes, and opened them again, to see if he would just be looking up at the ceiling of his Room. No such luck - a dilapitated Ceiling fan was the only thing staring back at him. The older man yawned slowly, and hoping he wouldn't fall asleep - he did.
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Post by Pyramid H. Victim on Dec 22, 2008 2:00:40 GMT
(((OOC: I’m assuming theres two floors. And only some of the room was open, such as the rooms 601—609 the rest being empty and so locked. Then there’s the floor above with only rooms 701—706 then the same thing with the other rooms. But I don’t know where Ambassador’s Suite and Commodore’s Suite is… Can I get some heads up? Till then I’m gonna treat all the rooms as being on one floor with the rooms in the middle not open… making it a long hall.)))________________________________________________________________ Kayla had moved away from Mark, after falling over him, she stood to the side of him, looking wide eyed at him as though he had just vomited himself. It took her a second to gather her thoughts, and move away, slowly. Kayla stood with her back to the others as she faced the wall next to her own room; the room door was closed and for all she knew, locked. But Kayla didn’t want to go back in there even if it killed her. "Excuse me," Kayla jumped, she had forgotten about everyone else in the hall, she was still having trouble grasping all of this. ’Thisishellthisishellthisishell’ Kayla felt the soft hand on her shoulder, and without a second though, slapped it away. She never heard what else Jim said but in seeing that he was a man, became defensive again. She didn’t know herself what look she was giving him, and quickly walked down the hall towards the elevator. She had to get out of this freakin’ hotel. “Hey!” The word beat inside Kayla’s skull and she didn’t even bother to listen to the rest of what Christian said, the blood in her veins where beginning to feed off her adrenalin from her fear. She paced. Then finally stopped when she heard someone say something about prison. “Prison?” Kayla’s voice was loud, but sharp and high-pitched near the end. Realizing how loud she had said it, Kayla turned away quickly to face the wall as though she was interested in something else. The situation was getting closer and closer to her guess what where she was The James boy was acting in a way that bothered Kayla; she’d never witnessed someone who used narcotics before. And his lazy movements and muttering of fathers made her inch away very slowly. “Well?” Kayla said loudly, looking at Mark as though she was expecting something from him. “Did you hear it in there too?” She waited a seconded as Mark’s face became confused. “The noises! My whole room was screaming and...” She noticed the faces look at her, confused some as though she was the crazy one. Kayla felt her face get hot with blood. “I’m serious!” She stomped on the ground with her left foot, it creaked under her foot and she jumped back scared it’s break under her weight.
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Post by alx on Dec 22, 2008 4:13:34 GMT
In the last game, it seemed like the layout was more or less by acclamation- whoever called it first (like the location of a door) would be honored by the rest of the PCs. I don't recall Vio contradicting a PC description of a room but obviously he has the right to do so
My understanding of the layout was that the suites were on the top floor, the 700's and 600's are on separate floors as well. This leads me to believe that there are at least five floors underneath us that we will be able to reach once we open the elevator
Uncertain how to move between the top three floors. Possibly by fire escape or inside stairs. Anything you want to share with us, oh intrepid narrator?
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Boris Stoke
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Post by Boris Stoke on Dec 22, 2008 5:06:34 GMT
Mark turned away from kayla, who was making all sorts of demands of him at the moment, and looked at James. Christian had asked him to watch James for the time being. Mark was beginning to wonder how he became the babysitter.
"So," said Mark. "How old are you?"
"Sixteen," answered James. He didn't look at Mark. His eyes seemed obsessed with the walls for some reason.
"That's, well..." Mark began muttering to himself. "Terrific."
Mark leaned again, this time on a wall instead of on a door handle. He watched Kayla and James, noting that they were both acting a bit odd. Certainly they were all meeting under strange circumstances, but the two teenagers were acting positively tortured by their environment.
Mark glanced down the hallway since he didn't have much else to do. Aside from appearing slightly run down and dusty the place was fine. Rather quaint, in fact. Near the elevator there seemed to be a large bit of wall before there was another door. Mark presumed a stairway would be there if there had been one at all.
He eyed the elevator one more time. Maybe they'd get lucky and someone would find a key for it, he thought.
"So, I don't supposed either of you know where we are?" Mark asked the two teenagers. He was sure he knew the answer anyway, but felt it'd be foolish not to ask.
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BogeyMeph
Lying Figure
Character: James Sentzke
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Post by BogeyMeph on Dec 22, 2008 8:48:02 GMT
James, rolling his eyes a bit, looked to Mark. The wall hadn't been mocking him... but he'd been waiting for it to start.
"... as far as I'm concerned.. we're in some shitty hotel in the middle of East Jack-Crap, Ohio 45631 and right now, I'm standing in a hallway, potentially talking to no one while a potentially nonexistant girl is pitching a hissy fit about I don't care what.." he spoke in a completely monotone voice, seeming to think this was SO logical is was tiring that no one else had thought of it, "... and my dad went off.. somewhere.. and if we don't get out of this hallway soon and into the street, leeches are going to tumble out of the ceiling, sing hava nagila, and get squished by a fish my uncle is wielding. So I'd suggest you start disappearing like people normally do. It's pretty messy and as a hallucination, you can do nothing for me. So.. yes. Onward, my good man. It's about time you faded away and let the wall bleed behind you.. perhaps I'll be lucky today and the blood won't be calling me fat."
He turned his attention back to the wall in front of him. This had to be the WORST trip ever.. this wasn't horrific.. it wasn't scary.. it wasn't even super-fatabu-happy.. it was boring and, frankly, that was the worst thing of all. It was BORING. Well, nothing got done if you didn't do it yourself. He looked around.. First things first...
"DAD!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, ensuring the man would hear him, "I'm going to take the stairs!" he turned, hands shoved into his pockets. As he started to walk, he paused, looking at the wall. If it didn't want to talk to him... "You're PATHETIC!" he burst out, glaring at it.. and then suddenly he was calm again, shuffling down the hallway to take the stairs to the next floor up. There may have been something fun upstairs. Maybe another druggie lost his drugs and they were upstairs? ... oh good idea!
He quickly made his way up to the next floor via staircase. Ah, the 700s... glorious.. He looked around... 706 seemed promising.. Why? .. well even he wasn't sure. Still, he made a move, thinking the door was locked... and simply crashed right through it.. No doors were harmed in the making of this open-door.
Search:
James started with the obvious places: BED! There was no reason to be a druggie if you didn't know to hide things in your bed. He started with the sheets, then under the mattress. He checked the mattress for slices on both sides, just in case something was inside. He went to the desk, checked the drawers, under the lamp. He inspected the floor to make sure there was nothing under the bed and no way there could be anything hidden under it. He checked the bathroom, in the sink, in the tub, behind the toilet, in the tank, and in the medicine cabinet. He was determined to find something.. even if it was a second card.. just in case he found a mirror and crack later... two cards were WAY better than one.
End Search
He ended up finding Medicine and Vodka... together, this could be a pretty good alternative for drugs..
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spearofhope
Nurse
Life In Iambic Pentameter
Player Character: Fuck all if I know
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Post by spearofhope on Dec 22, 2008 13:35:59 GMT
(Uh oh... a contradiction... Are there stairs or aren't there?) Christian quickly walked into the hall, Looking alert. "Who was screaming?" he asked, with an Pencil at Hand. He glanced around. Kierra was Raving - nothing Special. Mark seemed exhasperated, and the kid was... "Where's that Kid?" he asked, walking up to him. Mark shrugged slowly, sighing, "I don't know, he just started talking..." mark continued to explain while Christian glanced up and down the hallway, not looking very impressed by his story. "...and he just... wandered off. Hey, when did I become the Babysitter?" Christian continued to pace for a moment, but stopped when Mark finished his sentence. He sighed putting away the Pencil, into his left pocket. "Looks like this Floor is tapped." he said, "There's no way out here." he crossed his arms. Mark cocked an eyebrow, "What's with the Pencil?" he asked, pointing. "Oh this?" He asked, taking it out. "I found it... in my room." he said briskly, shaking his head. "I know, it doesn't seem like that important... like anything of use." he frowned, and looked down, "But it was... like... shining. Almost as if someone Wanted me to find it... Like the only point of that room was to hold the Pencil." he shrugged. "Have you found anything?"
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lemex
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Post by lemex on Dec 22, 2008 16:17:23 GMT
Jack looked from side to side. He was trying hard not to met anyone as he was still uneasy with the idea of keeping cumpany at this point. The whole interior of the building, it seemed to him, in a state of total disripute. Walls covered in durt and other sorts of decay, the whole building must be in this shambolic state. It was not nice, and Jack feared to touch the walls in case he might catch some awful illness from the contact.
He walked down the hallway. Room 705 was the next door he tried, it was slightly ajar, he pushed it open while vainly feeling his gotee. He checked the whole room, he found nothing. There was a small red Jazz III Guitar pick on the table, and a few scattered and torn bits of paper.
Other than that, there was nothing of real interest.
"Will I not find anything good in here?" He asked himself sadily.
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Boris Stoke
Creeper
Some of the best things in life don't exist.
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Post by Boris Stoke on Dec 22, 2008 16:28:58 GMT
"Actually," said Mark. "I found a pen. I don't know if it's got ink in it, though. But then I guess that doesn't matter much for the moment. Drawing a new door on the wall isn't going to help much."
The conversation ended as soon as it started, just as conversations with strangers tend to go. Christian seemed to busy himself with thoughts, Mark just stood around wondering if he was supposed to say something interesting.
"The kid... James," said Mark. "He said we were in Ohio, but last I remember I was miles away from Ohio. In fact, I've never been to Ohio. Where do you last remember being?"
Mark looked at his pen, waiting for an answer. Suddenly his pen seemed important too. Hadn't he seen some spy movie where a lock was picked with a pen? No, probably not possible even if he had seen such a thing. He wasn't skilled in lock picking at all. But being surrounded by strangers in an unknown place, he was thankful he has something somewhat sharp to grip in his hand.
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BogeyMeph
Lying Figure
Character: James Sentzke
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Post by BogeyMeph on Dec 22, 2008 18:34:04 GMT
(they said whoever claims it claims it x-x and that no one had stated yet if there was one floor or not.. and with so many rooms of different numbers? in a hotel? it'd be different floors. And an elevator is broken. Not the stairs. and we have to get up somehow, right? even into the suites, which would be on the top floor. So. There's stairs, I guess xD)
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Boris Stoke
Creeper
Some of the best things in life don't exist.
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Post by Boris Stoke on Dec 22, 2008 18:47:10 GMT
the Elevator is locked and there are no stairs.
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Post by Pyramid H. Victim on Dec 22, 2008 19:56:28 GMT
the Elevator is locked and there are no stairs. Yeah we need to find either a fire escape, some hidden stairs... a hole in the wall (Which I hope for god there's none...)
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spearofhope
Nurse
Life In Iambic Pentameter
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Post by spearofhope on Dec 22, 2008 20:11:54 GMT
Christian sighed, "His name is James? he told you his name?" he frowned, and shook his head, Pacing. When Mark asked where he was, Christian turned, "Last I remember was Uptown Pennitentiary. Thats all I remember for a few years..." he muttered, crossing his arms.
"Say, maybe you can use that Pen to pick the lock of the Elevator?"
(I'm sorry, I can't really find much substance to bulk up my posts... I guess for a bit, my posts will be pretty small.)
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