Dwz
Lying Figure
Faceless
Complete the pattern, solve the puzzle, turn the key
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Post by Dwz on Sept 28, 2014 6:02:38 GMT
You exit your home and see a bright yellow school bus parked on the street. You look closer towards the driver and notice him holding up a piece of paper with a black insignia on it. It seems weirdly familiar and then you realize that the same insignia was on that strange envelope you got in the mail not long ago. As you approach the bus you notice that it isn’t that brightly colored after all. Stains and scratches litter its entire side indicating it being old and worn but, then again, most school buses are. Coming up to the driver’s door you hold up the envelope with the insignia for the driver to see and seconds later the door swings open as if confirming your strange invitation.
You say hello as you step inside but get no reply, the driver simply keeps staring ahead of him. You try to make out some of the driver’s features as you pass by him to one of the many empty seats but can’t quite make anything as his hat is so large that it hides most of his face in shadow.
As soon as you sit down the front door swings shut and the bus drives off. Along the way you hear a man’s voice come up on the bus speakers:
Dear horror fans, we are thrilled that you joined us on this perilous and exciting tour. This will be an adventure you won’t soon forget we promise you that but first let’s get acquainted with the town’s history and a little bit of lore. This small community of scientists and military along with their families was established in the early days of World War II as most of you are well aware by now. Their job here was to try and create super soldiers to battle the SS and their supposed versions of super soldiers that would attack the allied forces but by now we all know that was not the case. Regardless, smart people created smart weaponry here that was ahead of its time but the general public was told that this was just a research facility for various disease antidotes.
But the real shocker and mystery that would haunt this little town of 15,000 was how over one single night everyone in the town went mad and slaughtered one another. Authorities have not been able to explain this strange phenomenon even after sixty years but that has not stopped conspiracy theorists. Oh no, they have come up with a lot of theories as to what happened: SS mind control, rabies and even occult mass sacrifices. These are the most popular of stories but no one can really say what happened.
And this is where our little tour offers a unique insight into the past. The town has been abandoned after those horrible events and left mostly as it was discovered after the mass murders or suicides. You may find bodies in some buildings, blood or even old relics of a time gone by but most importantly you may find information that could help unravel one of the biggest mysteries of this area!
The bus finally arrives near the massive metal front gates leading inside town, you notice that fences with barb wires surround the entire town enclosing it in a metal perimeter. The driver steps outside swings the gates open and drives the bus inside. After a little bit of driving through the desolate town the bus comes to a stop to what appears to be a movie theatre. The driver stands up and hands you and several others the same envelopes with golden edges and an intricate insignia and points towards the door of the movie theatre.
You step outside and open up your letter, it reads:
Dear horror enthusiast, You have finally arrived at the biggest event of your life that you will not soon forget … if ever.Step inside the theatre and let your wits and gut lead you on to discover what the town has in store for you.
With a slight chuckle as much as a sigh you step inside the movie theatre with the others and instantly hear the door close shut behind you … “props”, you think to yourself.
The Movie Theatre:
Ticket booth 1 Ticket booth 2 Ticket booth 3 Auditorium 1 (locked) Auditorium 2 (locked) Auditorium 3 (locked) Auditorium 4 (locked) Auditorium 5 (locked) Auditorium 6 (locked) Souvenir shop 1 Souvenir shop 2 Souvenir shop 3 Men's bathroom Women's bathroom Popcorn stand Hotdog stand Hamburger stand Soft drink stand
West Wing (locked) (requires a key)
East Wing (locked) (requires a key)
Locked doors: locked doors can be forcefully opened (unless it specifically states that the door requires a key) but any item inside will be of lesser value, if there is an ambush inside then the monster will have an advantage over the player as it will be alerted.
P.S. Any questions regarding the game can be sent to me via Facebook PM
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Post by Kiryū Kazuma on Sept 28, 2014 11:48:04 GMT
Hitomi having pondered what to do next in life as she worked away as Miko in her native Japan going to university was on the cards but she longed for something to quench her thirst for adventure after reading stories of the legendary vice detective Kiryu Takahashi who himself had moved to the land of the free to seek new challenges.
Which is where we are today having recently moved to a small suburban town and getting used to the surroundings, before Hitomi is about to go for her usual run and breakfast stop she checks the mail box as usual not expecting anything but junk and maybe her first bills when something catches her eye an envelope with gold edges and an intricate crest on the top left corner.
Having read the note in inside and chuckled to herself "ghost town tour" this should be something to pass her time and get to know more of the surrounding area with the chance to maybe meet some local people. Making a note of the time which was in the next hour she goes back in to prepare for what she hoped would be an adventure, as she was packing what she thought would be enough for a day trip the usual mobile, mp3, purse and spare shoes a yellow school bus appears on the side walk.
Looking closer she notices the driver is holding up a sign with the same markings and insignia as the letter she had received "huh bus driver what's going on with that bus driver?" hastily packing the rest of her things and exiting the house towards the bus she notices that is is rather beat up making her way to door clutching her letter it swings open without her knocking, the driver must know she thought. Stepping inside about to utter a polite hello Hitomi notices the driver is staring ahead straight and true not flinching or utter a word with a odd hat covering his face, making a quick move she seats herself by the window 4 rows back.
It was then she noticed she wasn't alone with 5 other people on the bus a shadowy figure she couldn't make out on the back row plus another 2 women and 2 men, as the journey goes on the voice on the tannoy talks about the towns history and the past horrors. Interesting she thought this could actually be a good tour with a wry smile, thoughts turned to nothing as what seemed like a short journey Hitomi notices they are now in a desolate town that has fences with barb wires surrounding the entire place enclosing it in a metal bound cage, stopping outside what seems like a theatre the driver stands up face still hidden handing everyone a similar envelope to the one in the mail and then pointing towards the entrance of this large building.
Getting off the bus and entering the theatre with the others and sighing after reading what was in the envelope the door shuts with a thud and shiver instantly runs up her back, she announces to the group -
"I only got the invitation letter this morning so was in a rush, so will be going to find the women's bathroom to freshen up"
Hitomi goes to search the Womens Bathroom
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Maria
Mumbler
I'm not your Mary..
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Post by Maria on Sept 28, 2014 13:17:28 GMT
Mary, or Cherry as her friends called her due to her favorite color, stood in front of the cluster box, exhaling a pent up breath before shoving her key into her assigned mailbox, #4. Turning the key right, she swung the small metal door open, smacking the package cluster box by accident, her keys jingling. Her right hand slipped inside the deep box, rummaging, feeling about for all the letters squished inside. Finally, she had a hold on it all and carefully slid the contents of the mailbox out. Surprisingly, nothing dropped onto the sidewalk this time. The wind kicked up as it had been doing for the last couple of days and threatened to take her letters to the air, to spread among the sidewalk, street, and various lawns around.
With a tight grip she began going through her mail right at the box as she did whenever she remembered to get the mail. As well, she began muttering to herself as she slipped envelope after envelope behind one another, each of varying size, color, etcetera. Mostly, they were ads, some bills; nothing delinquent.
"Why have you not contacted me? You said you would.." She shook her head and rolled her eyes skyward, seeing grayish clouds overhead. Her long black hair with cherry colored ends blew about her, but she paid no mind to it except to move aside the strands that went into her face.
As she was about to close the mailbox door and retrieve her keys, she found an odd looking letter, one that looked professionally made, intricate even, eloquent. The edges were of a gold ink, raised even as she ran her right fingertips over the border. The crest then caught her attention and she perked her left eyebrow, just looking at it for the moment. Thinking this was the letter she had been waiting for from her identical twin sister, she ripped the envelope open and retrieved its innards.
She lipped to herself what the invitation said, "Dear reader, We are ecstatic to finally be able to send an invite to you to visit our very own and dear ghost town of $%!^#, We hope you accept our humble invitation and hop on the pre-scheduled bus that leaves @$^*% morning, We have planned a very special and exciting tour for you filled with adventure and danger, We will provide you, dear reader, the utmost of details about the history as well as lore of $%!^#, We eagerly await your visit and your fear."
For a moment she just stood there, the wind blowing her hair about in front of her face now. Narrowing her eyes and giving a look of confusion to the thick piece of parchment, she pursed her lips and then shook her head. Another moment passed and she began laughing, amused by the wording of the invitation.
"Oh dear dear sister, you had me for a second." She said, laughing still, now turning to walk back down the swept clean sidewalk toward her home that was not far away after she closed the mailbox and locked it, her keys now jingling as she walked as she held the keychain by its ring. Was the letter from her sister who seemed to have dropped off the radar months ago, or was it someone else? Cherry thought, stopping in her steps. No, no, it had to be her sister. Most definitely. This would be up her sister's alley right there since her sister was not only weird and eccentric, but was obsessed with the paranormal and horror. Cherry liked it, but wasn't nearly as batty for it.
Now in front of her home from the short walk, Cherry crossed up the slanted cement driveway and onto the sidewalk which led to her front door, passing her yard on the way; the many bushes, plants, flowers, and few trees swaying with the wind. Some of the small light brick colored rocks from her yard moved and rolled on top of one another. Leaves from her trees flew off and meandered down the drive and into the road to be crunched by cars when they came down the lane. As Cherry shoved her house key in the lock and twisted, pushing the door open with the handle after depressing the decorative button above the ornate twisted gold colored handle, she slipped into her home, the air conditioning washing over her, though it was not too hot outside anymore because of the wind. Closing the door and locking it, she dropped her mail onto the couch, though she still held the invitation, just staring at it, turning it over to look at the back, which was unsurprisingly blank. No name, nothing...not even a date or time.
What kind of invitation is this? She thought and tossed the invite onto the pile of mail.
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The next day, Cherry was outside about to get into her car when she stopped and cocked her head slightly to the right, seeing a yellow school bus parked across the street at the sidewalk where a white brick wall stood. Thinking this bus out of place, she began down the slanted drive to the sidewalk, just staring at it oddly. Why would a school bus be parked here? She thought and slowly stepped off the curb, making her way across the lane to the bus. A logo caught her eye on a sign being held by the driver of the bus and she immediately recalled that she had seen it on that odd invite from yesterday. As she continued to approach the bus, she realized that it wasn't as well painted as she had initially thought. Its paint job was scuffed, scratched, stained, unwaxed, just mistreated and most likely had not seen a wash in, well, ever, it seemed to her. The logo caught her eye again and she pulled her purse around, retrieving the envelope from within it, holding it up and comparing the two.
Slowly, she moved to her left and when she got within the driver's view, she flipped the envelope around and held it in both of her hands, plainly, for him to see. This was perking her interest and she needed to get down to the bottom of it at once. Opening her mouth to call out, she was silenced by the doors creaking and sliding apart on the opposite side of the bus. Bringing her arms down, she crossed around the front of the bus and stepped up onto the sidewalk, looking at the open doors. With apprehension and a slight flutter in her stomach, she lifted her left foot up and stepped onto the steps to go up into the bus.
"H-Hello?" She managed, stuttering a bit. The driver seemed to pay her no mind as he stared blankly into space, it seemed, though the ridiculous hat he wore obscured any chance to tell for sure, or any chance to see who this man was.
Something compelled her to move towards the two rows of seats on either side of the bus. The smell was not all too pleasant to her and she shook her head, moving now to a seat in the middle. Putting her purse on the seat, she plopped down next to it, the faux leather of the seat feeling greasy to her fingertips as she gripped the top of the seat in front of her. Looking around, she noticed some others on the bus, but they seemed none too talkative at the moment. Most likely they were feeling as she was. Confused.
CLACK! This got her attention as she saw the doors had slammed shut in the front of the bus. Her heart started pounding.
A loud squeal sounded, and a voice came over the intercom. "Dear horror fans, we are thrilled that you joined us on this perilous and exciting tour. This will be an adventure you won’t soon forget we promise you that but first let’s get acquainted with the town’s history and a little bit of lore. This small community of scientists and military along with their families was established in the early days of World War II as most of you are well aware by now. Their job here was to try and create super soldiers to battle the SS and their supposed versions of super soldiers that would attack the allied forces but by now we all know that was not the case. Regardless, smart people created smart weaponry here that was ahead of its time but the general public was told that this was just a research facility for various disease antidotes.
But the real shocker and mystery that would haunt this little town of 15,000 was how over one single night everyone in the town went mad and slaughtered one another. Authorities have not been able to explain this strange phenomenon even after sixty years but that has not stopped conspiracy theorists. Oh no, they have come up with a lot of theories as to what happened: SS mind control, rabies and even occult mass sacrifices. These are the most popular of stories but no one can really say what happened.
And this is where our little tour offers a unique insight into the past. The town has been abandoned after those horrible events and left mostly as it was discovered after the mass murders or suicides. You may find bodies in some buildings, blood or even old relics of a time gone by but most importantly you may find information that could help unravel one of the biggest mysteries of this area!"
Cherry sunk down low into her seat, knowing she could not just jump up and leave..something deep inside told her this. "Oh, I hope you're behind all of this.." She whispered to herself, her palms flat against the seat, on either side of her, her feet slid under the seat in front of her.
After a short venture, the bus ground to a halt. Jerking her head to the right, she looked out of the window, pushing to be seated upright. It was like something straight out of a horror movie, heavy duty metal fences, barbed wire.. It seemed it was sectioning this town off from the rest of the world..and maybe it was, according to what the driver had said earlier. Hearing the familiar creak, the doors to the bus opened and the mysterious driver disappeared as he stepped outside, though Cherry soon saw he was just opening the gates.. Once the driver was back in the bus, it proceeded forward inside the perimeter. Building after building passed by, or rather they did, and no one was there, there was no life at all, just a modern day ghost town, closed off to the public. If Cherry were honest, her curiosity was fighting with her rising confusion.
The squealing of the brakes echoed through the bus as it came, once more, to a halt. She made out what seemed to be a movie theatre. "Pretty sure I don't want to see what they have to show.." She murmured as an envelope was then handed to her by the driver. Trying to see his features, she still couldn't as they were shrouded by shadow due to the stupid hat he was wearing. To this, she shrugged and then looked at what she was handed. The new letter was more extravagant than the first, more gold ink on the borders and a really nice posh insignia. Again, she ran her fingertips over the border, and now the insignia. The driver was now pointing toward the theatre. Others were getting up so she grabbed her purse and too vacated the bus slowly.
Stopping, Cherry opened the letter and slipped out the letter within. Once more lipping what it had to say, she read the short passage to herself. "Dear horror enthusiast, You have finally arrived at the biggest event of your life that you will not soon forget … if ever. Step inside the theatre and let your wits and gut lead you on to discover what the town has in store for you."
Laughing a little, now amused, she followed the others into the abandoned building. Now in the lobby area, she sniffed the stale, musty air, looking about and turning as she looked.
SLAM! The doors closed behind the lot of them, hard.
Cherry furrowed her brows and then shrugged once more, turning back away from the doors.
"I only got the invitation letter this morning so was in a rush, so will be going to find the women's bathroom to freshen up." A female's voice said. Cherry turned and saw a Japanese girl moving off toward the restrooms.
"Be careful." Cherry offered, her voice sounding more amused than serious.
Slowly she made her way to the four others and looked at each in turn, noting three guys and one woman. The goatee on the one man was quite nice and she appreciated it silently, though maybe he could tell by the look in her honey brown eyes. She then offered a smile to the small group. Hopefully her suspicions were right and this was all just some elaborate plan of her sister's. Deep down something told her this had nothing to do with her sister whatsoever, but just for sanity's sake, she kept thinking positively.
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Post by alx on Sept 28, 2014 23:59:43 GMT
Naz couldn't believe what was happening, none of it was possible. Nervously patting himself down, he found that he still had his wallet, room key, a few chips and even his vial of coke. The odds against this were mind blowing, the thought caused his mouth to jerk into a rictus grin. Speaking of having his mind blown, he wasn't about to face impossible odds like this sober, so he marched straight to the men's room and used the room key to chop out a few lines on the marble sink, then snorted with a 100 dollar bill Dampening the tip of his finger, he sniffed some water as the rush of euphoria washed away all his confusion and doubt. All the variables were accounted for and the equations were balanced until he heard a noise from the last stall and was strangled by paranoia He knew that once the paranoid hooks were caught in his psyche, the only thing to do was methodically search the entire bathroom... struggling to swallow his fear, Naz searches the men's room
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Post by SilentHero on Sept 29, 2014 8:58:03 GMT
As the bus rolls along to it's destination, Ryan, sitting in the very back of the bus, again inspects the odd invitation he had found slipped under his front doorway a few nights ago. He holds the heavy card stocked piece of paper in his right hand, between his thumb and forefinger, reading words inside his head for what felt like the thousandth time.
Dear reader, We are ecstatic to finally be able to send an invite to you to visit our very own and dear ghost town of $%!^#, We hope you accept our humble invitation and hop on the pre-scheduled bus that leaves @$^*% morning, We have planned a very special and exciting tour for you filled with adventure and danger, We will provide you, dear reader, the utmost of details about the history as well as lore of $%!^#, We eagerly await your visit and your fear.
The invite was still visibly wrinkled from Ryan's initial response to the letter, which was to crumple it up and toss it into the waste basket, to rest alongside the remnants that day's attempt at writing the first scene of yet another generic zombie horror movie that his agent had trollopd him out to write for The Sanitarium, the premiere low budget horror studio in Hollywood at the moment. And there the invitation sat for most of the day, as Ryan wrote and tossed out page after page into the basket, burying the crippled message alive in a sense. When Ryan realized he wasn't going to get anything done that day, he begrudgingly rescued the page from it's fate, smoothed the paper out as well as he could and gave the paper a second look. He realized that he had been hasty, letting the frustration of the two week deadline for a completed script -- insane for even the most mass produced low-budget movie studios -- cloud his judgement.The problem was that nothing interested him anymore. All he had was his writing. He no longer had any family, at least none that he wanted to recognize anymore, especially after what happened a few months back...
He just didn't feel creative anymore, and the thrill he felt from writing had wilted away. But this, this invitation stirred something in him, in honesty it was probably what distracted him the most from his work today, but in a good way. In this, he felt a new potential to be inspired, something he hadn't felt in what seemed like forever. He decided he would go for it. It was only for one day, right? He still had a week and a half to to grind out the piece of shit script that would be filmed with pieces of shit effects, actors, and possible shitty cameras, so who cared if it was Shakespeare. But what comes afterwards, whatever he feels inspired to write after taking this tour, he was determined it would be his Magnum Opus, the thing that will finally get him out of low budget hell and finally make a name for himself, or he would give up on everything.
On the specified day, the bus arrives, looking rundown and off-putting enough to give Ryan a slight pause before braving ahead and stepping onto the bus. Stepping up the driver, Ryan presents the invitation. The guy was creepy for sure, definitely looking the part for a guide on a haunted tour, but what really unnerved Ryan was how the driver made no acknowledgement of Ryan as he stepped onto the bus or when he put the invitation in front of his face. "Uh, hi... So how does this work? Do I hand this off to you or keep it or..." The driver suddenly begins to nod his head slowly, mechanically, still looking dead ahead. Thoroughly creeped out, but feeling that this guy must be staying in character for the tour, Ryan only says, "Oh, okay then." Heading to the end of the bus and taking a seat on the right hand side. He did this for two reason: first, to keep as far away from that creepy ass bus driver, and two, to keep to himself. He didn't want to be bothered by anyone if he could help it, this was a merely a business trip, hopefully one he could enjoy, but still just business.
As others get on and they head to their destination, Ryan realizes that there are only five other people on the bus with him. He found this a little disconcerting because if there were only this many people on the tour, could it really be any good?
It is then that the bus' PA system screeches to life, piercing into Ryan's skull as he very loudly grimaces. Over the speaker the driver's, or he assumes it's the driver's, voice can be heard.
"Dear horror fans, we are thrilled that you joined us on this perilous and exciting tour. This will be an adventure you won’t soon forget we promise you that but first let’s get acquainted with the town’s history and a little bit of lore. This small community of scientists and military along with their families was established in the early days of World War II as most of you are well aware by now. Their job here was to try and create super soldiers to battle the SS and their supposed versions of super soldiers that would attack the allied forces but by now we all know that was not the case. Regardless, smart people created smart weaponry here that was ahead of its time but the general public was told that this was just a research facility for various disease antidotes.
But the real shocker and mystery that would haunt this little town of 15,000 was how over one single night everyone in the town went mad and slaughtered one another. Authorities have not been able to explain this strange phenomenon even after sixty years but that has not stopped conspiracy theorists. Oh no, they have come up with a lot of theories as to what happened: SS mind control, rabies and even occult mass sacrifices. These are the most popular of stories but no one can really say what happened.
And this is where our little tour offers a unique insight into the past. The town has been abandoned after those horrible events and left mostly as it was discovered after the mass murders or suicides. You may find bodies in some buildings, blood or even old relics of a time gone by but most importantly you may find information that could help unravel one of the biggest mysteries of this area!"
With the story told, Ryan is instantly reassured that this tour is going to be amazing. Secret WWII experiments, an entire town wiped out, this was not you're average horror story to be sure. But he wondered how much of it was actually real. If this was just some fictional story designed to suck in tourist he would have to be sure of it before writing his script, or else risk facing lawsuits forever. He would have to get out and look around, to investigate and try to detect if any of this was bull crap.
As they enter the through the gate, Ryan finds himself curious about the massive wall surrounding the town. Was this designed to keep whatever happened in this town from spreading further out after the initial disappearance or was this just a clever way to keep outsiders from learning that this place's history was just a clever marketing campaign. Either way, Ryan would find out soon enough as they pulled to a stop at a vintage 50's styled movie theater. It's large two sided marquee was missing a number letters, making the former coming attractions indiscernible. The poster displays pressed into the walls also gave no clues to the films that played here, as the glass is clouded with dirt and dust, the paper posters inside the cases yellowed and faded into obscurity by the sun for decades. Everyone steps out the bus, each being given another envelope similar to the one that had contained the invitation. Opening his, Ryan reads the contents.
Dear horror enthusiast, You have finally arrived at the biggest event of your life that you will not soon forget … if ever.Step inside the theater and let your wits and gut lead you on to discover what the town has in store for you.
Scoffing with a slight grin on his face, he look around the town and says under his breath, "Yeah, we'll see." He then sighs heavily before adding, "I just hope this isn't complete bullshit."
They all enter the theater and almost immediately as the doors close, one member of the group, a young Japanese girl, shouts out awkwardly to everyone, "I only got the invitation letter this morning so was in a rush, so will be going to find the women's bathroom to freshen up." She then promptly leaves to do so. Ryan, not wanting to stay around the others and start awkward conversation at the moment, turns from the group to walk around and try to find clues to the validity of this town's story.
After some walking he finds himself at the entrance of souvenir shop. "Interesting..." Ryan says to himself as he opens the door and begins to look inside.
Ryan SEARCHES Souvenir Shop 1
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Nina Melrose
Mumbler
Written In Blood
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Post by Nina Melrose on Sept 29, 2014 14:25:12 GMT
Dear Reader,
We are ecstatic to finally be able to send an invite to you to visit our very own and dear ghost town of $%!^# We hope you accept our humble invitation and hop on the pre-scheduled bus that leaves @$^*% morning. We have planned a very special and exciting tour for you filled with adventure and danger. We will provide you, dear reader, the utmost of details about the history as well as lore of $%!^#. We eagerly await your visit and your fear.
Riley's brows furrowed as he read the note over again, before folding it up and pushing it back inside his jeans pocket. What had he been thinking getting on this bus anyway? There had been no clue as to who had put the letter inside his mailbox. It had been placed there after all with no postage; handwritten with just his name on the front of a clean envelope, the script immaculate but extremely out of the ordinary. He'd been quite simply unable to ignore it. It would have been easy enough to ball up the thing, and throw it in the trash, but it had not even occurred to him to do that. It was as if he had been compelled to keep it. Compelled. Hell, that didn't even make sense to him, even now reading it again, and looking around at the mostly empty bus. There were six of them. Just six. What the hell kind of tour was this with so few people anyway?
But fuck it. He had a week off work that began the day that he'd opened the mailbox and found the invitation and no plans. It would be a good way to kill time, maybe. Anything but being cooped up inside the four walls of his apartment alone drinking too much beer, eating too much take out and maybe spending too much money on a woman or two to entertain him should the need arise. Yeah, getting out wasn't a bad idea. Not the greatest considering the circumstances, but still, not a bad one. Maybe there'd be a good casino in this so called ghost town, or a strip club. Anything. It couldn't all be abandoned buildings and staged horror houses after all, could it?
The one thing that did bother Riley as the bus came to a halt outside what appeared to be an old movie theater was the voice of the driver, something he'd said when they'd first set out.
“The real shocker and mystery that would haunt this little town of 15,000 was how over one single night everyone in the town went mad and slaughtered one another.”
The story of the town was not one he knew well, but on arrival, he now recalled having heard something of it before now, before the letter. Before any of this. He'd just had no way of knowing that the two things were related, until now. And he wondered, for just a moment, if all of this was more sinister in nature than he'd at first thought. He chuckled quietly out loud then, shaking his head a little, amused at himself and this ridiculous train of thought.
“Get it together, Stratton, “he thought to himself as he stepped off the bus slowly, squinting for a moment against the sudden light outside, and then opened the note the driver had handed to him and the others as they'd left the bus one by one.
Dear horror enthusiast, You have finally arrived at the biggest event of your life that you will not soon forget … if ever. Step inside the theater and let your wits and gut lead you on to discover what the town has in store for you.
He rolled his eyes and smiled to himself, amused, but quietly impressed. The staging of this whole thing was well down at least, whoever was responsible for it all. It felt pretty authentic, if nothing else. He looked around and felt momentarily disappointed that all he could see so far were just a whole lot of abandoned streets and buildings. No sign of any entertainment, that was for sure. Oh well, maybe he wasn't going to need it.
Inside the foyer, Riley notices three ticket booths and picks one at random to rifle through.
SEARCH: Ticket booth 3.
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spearofhope
Nurse
Life In Iambic Pentameter
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Post by spearofhope on Sept 30, 2014 0:59:25 GMT
A big, blank patch. Then she was moving down a stairway too quickly, the off-white walls seeming to move, breathing under her fingers as they trailed along the smooth but dirty surface. Then nothing again. Sitting on a couch in an apartment with paintings all over the wall, sitting for a long time in that spot? Maybe. She remembered that that had happened, but she had no image of it. But it was almost all vacant. Not even blank, not even erased. Just the absence of memories. She remembered a week ago, and now it was now, and it had happened as naturally, in her mind, as today becomes yesterday every midnight. It had transitioned from a week ago to this very second with little to no fuss. She didn't know where she was, or if anything had happened in the week outside of walking down a flight of stairs (and that felt recent) and possibly sitting on a couch for a while at some point, or if they had all simply skipped this week altogether. She didn't know or care. She was awake now, and that was what counts. She was back, and the only thing that mattered was that she knew she was holding, and that she was more or less alright. The past was gone. As her feet carried her onwards, mindlessly and without command, down the sidewalk of some place, some dim city somewhere between day and night, she searched for a pack of cigarettes in the old, brown jacket she found herself wearing, a man's jacket, somebody else's, still smelling of it's owner's store-bought scent. When she realized it wasn't hers she kept searching, finding a couple twenties and a piece of paper and absolutely no cigarettes. She kept her eyes on the storefronts she kept passing, looking for a convenience store or anywhere she could buy some smokes. It was her first order of business. Soon enough she walked through a wall of white florescence, turning to look directly in through the large wall-windows of a hole-in-the-wall market or pharmacy or whatever it was. Her head started to throb at the light and she winced but she moved to the door anyways. The bell jangled at her angrily as she moved past it and walked in and up towards the counter and stopped to wait in line. When it was her turn she took a couple quick steps up and set her hands on the counter, fidgeting absently as she did. She asked for two packs of black cats and turned to reach into the coat pocket again, digging out one of the twenties and laying it down. Just then the bell rang and she jumped at it. Suddenly she was absolutely terrified. Looking sharply over her shoulder, eyes wide and brimming with dread, she saw... just, someone, coming in. Just anyone. Coming in and heading off to shop. She tried to force herself to relax but was unable to. The image of someone coming up behind her, of coming after her, following her, had snuck suddenly into her mind and taken root within her. She looked over her shoulder again and took a deep breath, trying and failing again to relax. There was still nobody there. She found herself looking for a bald man without knowing why. As she turned back and picked up the two packs the man had laid down, stuffing them into the same side pocket the money had been found in, she heard someone moving a ways behind her, heading in her direction. Brows furrowed and eyes wide she tapped her fingers against the countertop rapidly, waiting for her change, for the man to punch in the price and give her the seven or eight bucks she was owed back. The person moving behind her was undoubtedly the same nobody who had walked in the door, just getting into line behind her. She knew this. She was still terrified. She snatched the change from the clerk's hand before he was able to fully extend it and turned, rushing out the door and returning to the comparable darkness of outside, where it was overcast or evening or whatever it was. Just better than inside. It was good to be moving again. And yet moving only did so much. She remembered one more thing now. Somebody was following her. Somebody was chasing her right now. Had followed her down the stairs and out the door and onto the street. She picked up the pace and wrapped her coat tighter around her. She didn't know who was after her or why, but she knew she didn't want to get caught. So she kept walking.
She walked with increasing speed, picking up bit by bit until she had to keep herself from crossing that invisible wall of full-body-movement that divides quickwalking from jogging. As much as she instinctively knew, without memory, that she was being chased, she also instinctively knew that she could not break into a run. If she did, then He would break into a run as well. And then it would be a real chase, a running chase, a tackled-if-he-catches-up-to-you chase. She could imagine him right on her heels right now, reaching out to grab her arm with a hard, calloused hand. She could practically feel it, feel his breath on her neck, hear his footsteps among those of the other pedestrians on the street. She knew just how it would feel, just how it would sound. Who was he? She didn't know. She didn't want to find out. She didn't want to remember, either. You don't often remember things that you're happy to learn. Her steps seemed to skip briefly, almost breaking into a run on their own accord. She slowed herself down, whipping her neck around as if she was self-consciously checking to see if anyone had seen it. Nobody paid attention to her. The people she passed, walked right by, didn't even look at her. People used to look at her. Everyone used to look at her. Now they look away. She almost screamed as someone bumped into her from behind, walking past her, having to brush by. It was getting more crowded. She was nearing a subway entrance. She considered going down but the thought was only more terrifying for the hope it offered of escape. Up here there was air, there was sky, there was breeze and open spaces. Down there, yeah, there were trains that could take her far away, but there was also enclosed spaces, doors that would close on her, people that would block her way, plenty of places to run into a dead end, only to turn around and see the way back blocked by him, trapped. She veered away from the entrance and moved across the street, crossing in the middle of it, the sound of an olds honking at her blaring against her brain. Glancing to the left she saw someone else crossing the street just as she was doing, jaywalking, cutting over. She could only see the shape of them but the dread certainty that it was him, that he was following her to the other side, drove her mindless. She picked up the pace again, as quick as she could, and turned a corner, moving down another street. Quieter than the last, but not completely empty, she was able to move quicker, and in any of her furtive glances back over her shoulder she would be able to see Anyone who followed her around the corner. There was no crowd to hide in now, for her or him. Her breathing was only growing sharper, lighter, struggling to gain purchase on whatever air she could grasp, clinging just barely to this side of panic. She grabbed one of the packs from her pocket and removed the foil, packing it down and then drawing a cigarette out. Truly fucked, it dawned upon her that she had not bought a lighter. they were useless. As she walked she dug through the pockets for a lighter, an old pack of matches, anything. She crossed this street down the middle, moving over to the other side. With a glance back she didn't see anyone doing the same. There was nothing in any of her pockets that could light a cigarette. She started to run. Old rainwater splashed on her calf as one of her sneakers dunked into a thin puddle. She cut across a parking lot and was sprinting by the time she spotted the bus stop up ahead. She realized she had run herself right out of the city center. The buildings were opening out and the peds were growing sparse. There was someone up ahead, a man waiting for the bus, and she decided to take shelter in his presence for at least a moment. She felt like he would be able to protect her if her pursuer caught up and tried to take her away.
The bus stop had a bench and she sat down on it, feeling exhausted. She had no idea how far she had run. She was either physically exhausted already, or she had run far enough to get winded. She forced herself to catch her breath. The man beside her was asking her if she was alright. She asked if he had a light. He paused and said he might. She looked over at him and watched as he searched his pockets and then his backpack for a lighter. He was saying that he hadn't smoked in a while and that he might not have one, but she wasn't listening. She was watching his hands. The ducked into one of his bag's front pockets and drew out a yellow lighter. Unlucky. Ah, well. She took it and thanked him and immediately lit the cigarette already in her lips. So much of the things she did she did without feeling. Getting the pack out, drawing out a cigarette, flicking the wheel of the lighter... she didn't think about or feel any of it. She didn't even notice the things happening. But the first draw of that cigarette, that, she felt. She drew it into her lungs and held the nicotine, the sweet comfort, with the need that one holds a lover. She exhaled it in a plume and mentally acknowledged that she was not supposed to smoke at a bus stop. She took another drag, loving it. She seemed to be relaxing. Things didn't seem entirely so dire. "Thank you." She said to him, and he waved his hand dismissively. She offered the lighter back to him and he shook his head.
"You need it more than me." He was the last person who saw her before she slipped over.
When the bus pulled up, she looked over at him and almost asked if it was his bus. Evidently he was waiting for another, because he made no sign of getting up or going to get on. She wondered if it was her bus, then, the one she was 'waiting for'. Something to take her far away. Well, she was beginning to relax. Nobody had come for her. Nobody had chased her down. Maybe she had lost him. Maybe she had imagined him. But either way, she had been sitting here for a bit, and he had never come and 'got' her. So maybe she didn't need to find the quickest way away, the passage back to the place she was before. She didn't need to flee. So with that dealt with, she knew she could do whatever she wanted. She didn't have to go anywhere at all. She could stay right here if she wanted. She could find out where she was. Try to get back. Or she could get on this bus, and find out where it goes. Slowly, she stood. Walking forward, she stopped and watched the doors creak open, waiting and then boarding the vehicle sluggishly, not looking at the driver or any of the other passengers. She didn't even realize she was boarding a school bus. Trudging a ways down the aisle, towards the back, she collapsed into one of the empty two-person bench seats and closed her eyes, resting her head against the glass of the windows and bringing her feet up to rest on the seat beside her. Curled up like that, she heard the hydraulic whish of the door closing again, and the groan of the engine as the bus started forward once more. And she heard no more.
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She woke up when the bus made it's final stop. She heard nothing of the tour, nothing of the history. She hadn't seen the walls or the gates, the abandoned town. She didn't know she wasn't on a city bus. She didn't even know she was on a sort of tour, a haunted house experience. All she knew was that she'd needed the sleep, apparently. She had needed it desperately. Sitting up and looking out the windows, she saw the front of the theater, old and abandoned, and turned to see the others begin to disembark the bus. Pulling herself to her feet, feeling a bit dizzy and rather numbed, she started to move forward down the aisle, registering that this was the stop and automatically following everyone else off. Deposited onto the front walk of the theater, she took a few lethargic steps forward and around, turning her aching neck to examine the abandoned surroundings. The bus had taken her to the bad side of town, it seemed. Even that wasn't her first clue that things were not as they seemed. No, the first thing that really stuck out was when the Driver shoved a letter into her hand and pointed to the door of the Theater. She had ridden the bus a lot over the years. She had never owned a car. She took the bus wherever she couldn't walk. And so far, this had never happened before. Still, she simply took it and turned, heading in through the doors, entering the shut-down and probably condemned theater, already feeling weighed down. She started to look for somewhere to sit down, to collapse for a bit. It turned out the floor was as good as anywhere else, so she walked over to the black, damaged and stained walls and pressed her back against it, sliding down so that she was sitting on the floor, thighs against her chest and knees by her chin. Leaning her head back, she rested it against the wall, still holding the letter in one hand. She just needed a little longer to clear her head, to get right... but it wouldn't be easy. Unfortunately, she wasn't to have the silence she needed. Others started talking - the people from the bus were still here? - Someone talking about going to the bathroom, someone saying be careful... she didn't know. She had heard the door shut and absently, for the first time, wondered what was going on. It was still a couple moments before she remembered the letter; roughly, she opened it, and scanned the contents as best she could despite the increasing pounding in her head. Dropping the note back down, she gave up on the pursuit of answers and got out another cigarette from her pack, lighting it and taking a drag, eyes closed as she tried to get her head on straight.
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Maria
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Post by Maria on Sept 30, 2014 8:54:58 GMT
Cherry shrugged her slender shoulders as she looked from person to person. It would only be a matter of time before the group started to disperse in different directions, she ascertained. The four others seemed distant, no one saying so much as a word or even seeming like they noticed anyone else was there.
"Some people.." She muttered, left eyebrow raised. She wondered what was up with them..had she gotten on a bus with a bunch of social rejects? It seemed so when she looked to the other woman. The girl seemed cloistered, drab, boring. There was nothing remarkable about her, not her appearance and surely not her clothing that seemed faded and stereotypical of a waitress from ages ago.
Cherry saw another of the men walk away without so much as a 'hello'. He seemed kind of like a jerk, she mused. Shortly, yet another of the men took off in another direction. He too seemed to have some attitude to him. An introvert, Cherry suspected. Goatee Guy too took off. She was glad he'd not noticed her staring at his facial hair. The facial hair reminded her of her Fiancé's fine goatee and beard, although the nameless man's facial hair wasn't as thick.
Turning her attention to the only remaining member of the group, Plain Jane, as Cherry had mentally named her, she saw her pull out a cigarette and light it up, now crouched against the bottom of the wall almost pitifully, at least in her opinion.
Cherry smelled the smoke and wrinkled her nose in disgust. One thing she didn't like was cigarette smoke..call it a pet peeve. It also gave her a headache, sometimes even a migraine. "So much for no smoking indoors." She said with a groan.
I guess I'll see if this place has any ice.. I could REALLY use a drink with this antisocial bunch..
Cherry continued along the lobby, looking at all of the fixtures which may have once held advertisements for upcoming movies, the light bulbs that surrounded the square fixtures long burned out, the old analog clock on the wall near the ticket booths with broken glass and dust caked thick on it stopped working eons ago and of course showed the incorrect time, plus the other frakkus littered about on the floor added to the creep nature of the place. None of it really interested her, so she paid no mind to it, much like the long drawn out story the bus driver told on the way over. Honestly, she couldn't recall all the facts if she tried, though the ones she HAD heard were disturbing enough, but most likely fake.
Seeing the refreshment area, Cherry immediately located the area where drinks had once been dispensed. With a swift movement, she cleared the dust coated counter and rolled onto her feet, now behind the counter. Going straight to the bin where the ice would be poured in, she opened it and saw....no ice.
"Dammit." Cherry closed the bin and sat on the counter swinging her legs lightly. Of course there'd be no ice! The place was abandoned after all. Feeling a bit stupid now, she put her purse on the counter and opened the main compartment with a flick of the zipper, drawing out a decorative silver flask that reflected the low lighting.
Screwing the cap off, she held it up. "To you, Maria. Wherever you are." And with that, she started swigging the blue liquid down. Warmness flowed through her due to the proof of the alcohol. For just a moment, in the reflection of the flask she saw Maria's face, identical to her own minus Cherry's lip piercings. The reflection smiled at her. Cherry nearly dropped the flask before she realized that logically it was all in her head.
SEARCH: Cherry searches the Soft Drink Stand.
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Dwz
Lying Figure
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Complete the pattern, solve the puzzle, turn the key
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Post by Dwz on Sept 30, 2014 19:59:40 GMT
Turn Update As you go around doing your own thing you hear an audial glitch, you look around and notice speakers in pretty much every corner. Seemingly they are trying to work but aren't completely successful in doing so. You hear them stutter and A short moment later the speakers seem to finally burst to life: Dear horror enthusiasts, We are extremely relieved that you have managed to enter our dear ghost town unharmed, We sincerely hope that our bus driver has not shown his ... rather ... antisocial side, We never wanted dismemberment or other kind of physical harm to be a part of the tour, He really is a nice creature, just hard to train and tame and most of all control, *Ahem* As you may have noticed by now, you are locked inside this theater ... for now, We hope you have not been scared away by this small turn of events though, We couldn't let you go free even if we wanted to, not after you have willingly accepted your sa....... The speakers go silent before the announcer has a chance to finish his dialogue. The Movie Theatre: Ticket booth 1 Ticket booth 2 Ticket booth 3Auditorium 1 (locked) Auditorium 2 (locked) Auditorium 3 (locked) Auditorium 4 (locked) Auditorium 5 (locked) Auditorium 6 (locked) Souvenir shop 1Souvenir shop 2 Souvenir shop 3 Men's bathroomWomen's bathroomPopcorn stand Hotdog stand Hamburger stand Soft drink standWest Wing (locked) (requires a key) East Wing (locked) (requires a key)
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Post by alx on Oct 1, 2014 1:22:42 GMT
Naz found a vial in one of the stalls, and grinned again "Seems I'm not the only one with that idea..." but before he completed his search, the PA system blared into life sending the already paranoid man into a complete panic. He went crashing out the bathroom door into the lobby, when the speakers suddenly cut out midsentance
"What the hell?" he muttered, suddenly feeling idiotic and exposed
Naz feels both stupid and paranoid
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spearofhope
Nurse
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Post by spearofhope on Oct 1, 2014 5:03:21 GMT
The pounding in her head only grows more severe as the noise goes on and on. Bringing the cigarette up to her lips and taking a nigh-eternal drag, the glowing ember at the end turning from an ashen glow to a torch-like spot of light in the dimness, 'Plain Jane' filled her lungs with tobacco, tar and nicotine, needing a good many things (A half gallon or so of water in her dehydrated body, a healthy meal, a real night's sleep, some advil) but unable to see past the most obvious need that dominated her mind. She needed to get right, she thought, to beat this low and get back on top, to leave this place behind. But she couldn't do that right now, right here. Already people were filtering back into the lobby from wherever they'd gone - a few figures had disappeared into bathrooms, and those rooting around in kiosks and stands were finally beginning to stop. If she could get somewhere quiet, that would be best, to get away. But that meant getting up, getting on her feet, and she didn't know if she had that in her right now. She felt wobbly and week even sitting on her ass. Pressing her palms flat against her forehead, the balls of her palms pressing into her sullen eye sockets, grinding bluntly into the soft tissue inside. Shuddering, she dropped her hands again and opened her eyes at last, glancing back up and in the vague direction of the source of the sound. More words like the ones on that letter coming over the groaning, choking speakers, static and feedback grating against her skull worse even than the oppressive voice. The man who had rushed out of the bathroom stood not far from her, reacting a bit, seeming surprised or confused, uncertain maybe. "Make it stooop..." She exhaled in as faint a voice as there could be, her croaking words as powerless as the request itself, and everyone else here. If there was a chance that anyone else even heard her let out that whisper of a groan, which was unlikely in and of itself, there would be no point in replying to her at all. She might not even listen. Finally the voice died off, disappearing mid-sentence, and she let out a gust of air in relief, quickly replacing it with another lungfull of smoke. Her headache wasn't gone, but it at least her brain wasn't being stabbed on top of being pounded.
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Post by Kiryū Kazuma on Oct 1, 2014 17:09:59 GMT
Having freshened up in the dirty bathroom which some how still had clear running water, Hitomi decides for the best to check out the stalls and the rest of the room to no avail as she is putting a few odds and ends away she spots a small glass vial thinking to herself
"Could be useful later but chances are refreshments are scarce here so may as well get whats left of this water whilst it is still good"
Filling up the vial with must of been a small swig at most she placed it in her bag and exited the bathroom, what she saw when she got out was a small surprise for her a slightly confused man rushing out of the mens bathroom and a somewhat distance girl smoking a cigarette in thought. Best leave them be for now she thought, looking around she saw two men one searching the souvenir shop and the other rifling through one of the ticket booths both busy and the girl who had said be careful checking out the soft drink stand.
Taking a moment to take in her surroundings sighing as she takes a deep breath she hears the crackle of speakers coming to life and almost like a below that familiar voice starts talking again a welcoming of sorts before getting cut short. Deciding to check out the Popcorn stand she walks past the girl from earlier who is now swigging some sort of drink "ah she must of found something" Hitomi thought.
As she walks past she gives the girl a wave and says hello, before looking through whats left of the mouldy popcorn.
Hitomi searches the popcorn stand
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Post by alx on Oct 2, 2014 1:49:16 GMT
Watching the others shuffle about, Naz felt like he was trapped in some existentialist afterlife or more likely, the Twilight Zone. He briefly looked around for Rod Serling, but mostly just noticed a girl smoking. He immediately got out one of his own, but took a while to light it because his hands were shaking too hard
Afraid that someone would notice, he quickly moved off to one of the ticket booths. Naz couldn't really focus on anything due to the alternate waves of unreality and paranoia crashing over him. None of this could be happening, it was about as likely as the evolution of a sabertoothed pineapple...
Perhaps getting coked out wasn't such a good idea after all
Naz searches Ticket booth 2
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Nina Melrose
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Post by Nina Melrose on Oct 2, 2014 8:52:32 GMT
Had he really expected to find anything? Riley didn't even know why they were in the theater to begin with. They'd just been unceremoniously dumped off the bus for want of a better description, shown into the place and then nothing. As he bent over to pick up the empty glass vial that he'd noticed in front of his boot, he startled a little as a voice came through the speakers suddenly, and he jerked upwards involuntarily, bumping his head on the counter, hard.
“Ah, fuck me!” He cursed out loud, rubbing at the instant lump that was forming on the back of his head.
He saw the other guy head into the ticket booth next to his after lighting a cigarette, and instinctively reached to pat at his jeans pockets. Too bad he quit, but whatever, he could murder a smoke right now.
“Hey man, “he called out, “couldn't bum a smoke, could I?”
SEARCH: Ticket booth 1
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Post by alx on Oct 2, 2014 11:11:14 GMT
...and just before Naz reached his sanctuary, someone caught him ohshitiamsobustedheknowsHEKNOWSnowaiticantotallyplaythisoff "No problem" he swallowed and with a supreme act of will, he offered the pack and with a flick of the wrist advanced out a cigarette with a steady hand "Did you need a light?"
Naz totally played it off
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