Fantasy Are You Afraid of the Dark? (IC)

[thespectacularstorm]

HOSPITAL - 10:00am
56°F

This time of year could always be seen as the dreariest. Fall, the season of change when the happy refreshments of summer fade into the drab unforgiving chill of winter. It was late October, October 29th to be exact, and not a sound could be heard throughout the entire town. Ghost trails of what used to be lined the ransacked streets and not a soul could be seen. Southfield was quiet at the wee hours of the morning, the creatures that bump through the night returning to their resting holes and the unfortunate denizens of this cursed town slowly starting to emerge from their bunkers.

It was about 10:00 am now. The town was in full motion and people were rushing about to use what little daylight they had in the day. All save for a group of new strangers who had stumbled into the town. They all came at different times but they all arrived two days prior. It was the same for any newcomers to the town. The strange fog that encompasses the area did something to affect the senses and neural pathways. For people who were new, it typically put them into a small coma by the time they emerged from it but the people who've lived here since the beginning weren't as heavily affected anymore. Sometimes the effects were so strong that they wouldn't wake up and the townsfolk would have to deal with that. This new group seemed promising though since they've been able to stay stable thus far.

They would awake in a generic hospital room with nothing to illuminate the room except the light from the window reflecting off the creme colored walls. The light was blinding for a person who only just awoke after two days but a light headache and nausea were to be expected. Stomachs growling, head-spinning and legs wobbly weren't out of the ordinary. Disoriented and confused, they had no recollection of how they landed in this unknown place. Last thing anyone would have remembered was walking then nothing, no name, no appearance, just emptiness. There was a mirror in the room, should they look at it a few things would come back about who they were and memories from the prior week but everything from this week was gone, a complete abyss in the system. At this point most would panic, things might seem a little frightening to recall being home and waking up in a silent hospital room alone. A simple saving grace was left by one of the townspeople who catered to them while they were asleep, a note on the counter.

"Dear (Hopefully) New Friend,

This may seem a little weird but we're here to help you. This place you've unfortunately stumbled into isn't safe and isn't like other towns. Sorry to tell you but you're trapped here like the rest of us and unless we work together you won't survive. We've taken your things (sorry!) but you're free to get them back. I'm sure you're hungry and have questions so meet us in the town hall! It's the big red building down the road with the clock tower on it. We'll get you situated and back to full strength in no time!

Hope to see you soon,
Priscilla"

The note left instructions for meeting at the town hall as well as how to get there. Once leaving the room they'd enter a dimly lit hallway with all other routes blocked off save for the glass stairwell. They even painted arrows on the walls pointing in the directions they should go to get out without running into a dead-end. Upon exiting the building they'd see the ruin for what it was as the brisk fall air slapped them. No one was outside right now or at least not on this side of town. Cars were overturned and destroyed to bits, the few shops around were ravaged and all the windows busted through, liter flooded the streets. Even the front lobby of the hospital was destroyed. If they looked down the road to the right they'd see their objective insight.

Dumplingboy KittOnyx Deadwood Deer Delphine AsterRose screaming armadillo Saiph

 

[Dumplingboy]

Spoiler: Mathilda Leon

Age 14
Status:Freaking out
Location: On her way to the Town hall


"Dad...dad....daaad" Mathilda looked over at her father as they rode down the highway. It had been a silent trip for the most part, mom and dad got into a fight, Mathilda was snatched away in the middle of the night. It was always this back and forth, mom running away dad chasing after mom. Mom calling the cops dad taking her and her brother away before they could show up. She had slept in a car more than she had slept in a bed. "Dad...i'm hungry"
"Goddammit can you just shut up!" He threw a empty cup at her in anger. "What what?! She didn't feed you?"
"We have been driving around for hours...." Mathilda was used to her father's angry outburst, this was nothing out of the ordinary. She slumped down in her seat giving up on the whole eating idea as she looked out the window, eventually the girl was able to doze off. She opened her eyes and found herself hanging upside down. Everything was blurry she kept gaining and losing consciousness. She looked over to see her dad half way through the front window. "Da..." She struggled to unbuckle her seatbelt and slowly crawled out of the window. "Hello?" She struggled to stand to her feet, able to take a few steps before collapsing on the pavement.

When Mathilda woke up again she found herself in a hospital bed. She laid there for a moment trying to grasp on to reality. She slowly sat up and examend herself, was she in a fight? Was she hurt? She was covered in minor cuts and scrapes but nothing too serious. She dangled her legs off of the bed pausing for a moment as she tried to wrap her head around who and where she was. She hopped off the bed only to fall down. She was starved, it being her third day without a proper meal now. She stood back up using the wall for support. She wobbled over to a mirror, her lip was busted and her face slightly bruised. All her injuries appeared to be a couple of days old except for a black eye. It was faded suggesting it had been almost two weeks old. She cautiously touched her face and memories started to flood in all in snippets though. As she started to gain more of her bearing she examined the room, finding a note on the table. "Dear New Friend....little weird. Here to help you. Isn't safe,trapped here. Work together...red building clock tower Priscilla."
Mathilda scanned through the note, reading what she could skipping over the rest. She shuffled out of the room taking cautious steps slowly peeking around every corner. The cold air hit her hard and she crossed her arms trying to shield herself from the autumn wind.
"Red..." She looked back down at the note and began to walk her way towards the building. With each step she started to remember more. She looked at the people rushing around, tears began to stream down her face as the frightened child walked towards the town hall.


Apollo Evergreen
Age: 20
Status: Surprisingly stable
Location: Outside town hall

Apollo sat up on the bed fast and winced at the harsh lights. Everything in his body was telling him to go go go, but where? He looked around the hospital room realizing he had know clue where he was at. 'Let's not freak out keep it together.' Apollo was good in unfamiliar territory, it has been plenty of times he had went overseas for some sort of tournament and got completely lost. He stood up loosing his balance but then slowly catching himself. He patted his body down making sure all of him was still there. He let out a sigh of relief as he patted his crotch. 'Alright, let's figure this thing out'. It did not take long for him to find the note it did take a couple of times reading it for it to settle in. Minutes passed than an hour. Apollo laid on the floor going through the various stages of grief. At first he thought it all to be a joke and maybe it still was but no one in his life had a sense of humor. Then he punched the wall a couple of times, frustrated that he could not understand his situation. It was around the grief stage that he decided to get up and find his way out. When the cold air hit him his nausea finally got the best of him and he started to dry heave on the side on an upturned car. In the middle of his yacking he spotted the building and jogged over to the town hall

 

[AsterRose]

Charlotte Marsielle
Heading towards town hall
Utterly confused

Waking up nauseous was something Charlotte Marsielle had grown accustomed to since she left home. It didn’t deter the fact that it was uncomfortable. Or that she wasn’t lying on a dusty mattress or concrete. Or how much worse her body felt than other days, like she climbed a mountain and collapsed on top of it.

Wait, what made her feel like this? Nothing was coming to mind. Why was her mind so empty that she couldn’t remember where she last was?

Eyes flashed open, she lurched upwards in her hospital bed. Dizziness greeted her regretfully and she gripped the sides of her head. She swung her legs over the side of her bed and rested her head between them, waiting for it to depart. A few deep breaths later, she begun to observe the room with more caution. It was a typical hospital room without the sterile smell.

Glancing in the mirror, she looked herself over. As usual, her blonde hair was frizzy as ever. Her eyes darkened, her clothes were overdue for a wash, and a scab healed down her cheek.

How did she get that? Her memories came back to her. It had been a month since she left come. She set to travel East, but had no idea how Far East she had gone. What was the last town she rested in? What colour was the last car she hitchhiked in?

Why did these questions come with no answers?

More importantly, where was her bag? She fled around the room in search of it, diving under the bed. She only found a note, deciding to read through it. Her stuff was at the town hall, as well as answers. Not seeing any further direction to go, considering she was lost, Charlotte headed outside.

Upon being greeted by the fall air and the wrecked streets, one thing was certain. “This is not where I last slept.” She almost couldn't move as this dawned on her. Last she remembered she was in a dark alley, surrounded by a concrete jungle and bustling people. This wasn't it. "Right," she shook herself out of it. "The town hall." Charlotte power walked towards her destination, an unexplainable weight in her heart.

 

[Deadwood Deer]

Billie Tucker
Location: Hospital
Interaction: Open
Stress Level: 3/10
Sanity: 8/8 (Rednecks and doomsday preppers have a bit of a handicap in the sanity department)

"Nice weather up here," Billie commented. The trail was nice and... somewhat maintained. The trees didn't completely obscure the forest around her, and it was Autumn, so the colors were beautiful.

It was also hunting season for basically everything as long as you used a muzzle loader. A couple critters were archery only at the moment, but hey, that was why daddy carried a crossbow!

Specifically they were after a couple critters, but Billie's daddy had a buddy at the lodge who'd smoke the meat into jerky if they supplied their own meat. There was kind of a shopping list they were after. Bear skin, bear teeth, deer trophy, antlers separate from the trophy, hide in general. None of it was really necessary, or they'd have done the hunting back home. It was a family thing between Billie and her father. It was also partly Christmas shopping.

Occasionally, daddy would peer into his binoculars for something to shoot while Billie scanned the immediate area. Animals didn't seem to like the trail, since they hadn't found anything yet today. So they started moving off the trail. They crested a ridge to see a beautiful herd of deer.

"Hey, you see that big buck?", daddy asked, pointing, "Think mama Sue'd like that trophy?"

"It's got antlers, we can't shoot it this time of year," Billie replied, looking at the deer through her scope. "How about that late bloomer over there?"

"There's so many here, I'm pretty sure I could chuck a stone and hit six," daddy replied, "I think we can get away with saying we missed and hit the wrong deer."

"You're paying the fines," Billie sighed, pointing her barrel at the big buck. "If I'm 'missing', where do I shoot him?"

"Go for the lungs."

Drop down, aim, exhale, Billie thought to herself as she aimed at the lungs. Bang! Two things dropped. The buck hit the ground like a sack of potatoes, and the ground beneath Billie dropped out.

Billie woke from the dream with a start. In a strange place. With no blinds on the window. This was not her trailer. Or her truck. Or the lodge.

Coming from a semi-paranoid family of rednecks, Billie's initial response to waking up in a strange place was to reach for her knife. Except that was in her bag,which was not here. Nor was her gun or her radio. And the truck keys were gone. And her memory of the last week was gone. She was in her truck towing a trailer up to the hunting lodge a week ago. What happened?

"Aww shit," Billie groaned as she read Priscilla's note. If they had her stuff, that wasn't good. "Goddamit, it's already gone screwy and I ain't even drunk yet," she muttered. "Where's my boots?"

After getting dressed, which meant putting on her boots, slipping on her jacket, and running her fingers through her hair for want of a brush, she made her way down the hall, out the ruined lobby, and then onto the apocalyptic scene outside.

There were a few short seconds of silence from the blonde, then: "I called it y'all! Clint owes me a Demon!", she whooped. And the cousins said she'd die petting something she shouldn't before the apocalypse happened, looks who's laughing now?

Well, that answered some questions, but Billie wasn't going through any apocalypse barehanded, it didn't matter what community she'd landed in. She needed her gun and to find daddy, so she started jogging towards the big ass clock on a red building, as instructed.

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Jason Myers
Location: Hospital
Interaction: Open
Stress Level: 3/10
Sanity: 10/10​

Jason didn't wake to the bright sunlight. He woke to a brief interruption in the sunlight from a cloud. When the light hit him in the face like a brick, Jason's dreams of mechanical oddities was interrupted by a SWAT unit.

"Whoa, holy shit!", Jason hit the floor with a thud hard enough to shake the bed. "Ow, wait, this ain't my garage!" The last thing he remembered was assembling a 3D-Printer so he could make more complex parts, and the garage wants were blue! Where were his glasses?

It took some blind fumbling before he found his bifocals, and when he did he realized just how weird the situation was. He was in the hospital. Again. Did he have another bad attack?

The note on the mirror offered few answers, but created many questions. This was not a good day.

Lacking options if he wanted to know what was up, he made his way through the apocalyptic scenery towards the building described in the letter.

 

[screaming armadillo]

Andrew Fox
Location: Outside hospital, heading toward town hall
Interaction(s): Nobody
Status: Collected but suspicious


Andrew did not awaken all at once, but rather in a slow process that stitched together tatters of mild awareness until, at last, he became conscious enough to keep his eyes open. He was in a hospital room. Why? There was no answer for that. Actually, he struggled to recall anything. Searching his memories was like trying to find his way through a haze.

To take his mind off the irritating headache and building panic, he inspected the room. It seemed typical, a recovery room of sorts. His focus eventually latched onto the mirror. In it he saw himself, and a sudden surge of memories broke through the mind fog. However he still couldn’t remember anything recent. More importantly, he had no idea why he was in a hospital. Then he realized something very strange.

The hospital was nearly silent.

Now he knew something was very odd. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he decided to look outside the room. His inactive knees nearly buckled under the sudden exertion and he needed to steady himself on the counter. The note didn’t go unnoticed and Andrew carefully read through it, though he ended up with more questions than answers. Naturally he was getting pretty damn suspicious of whatever was going on, but he also was starting to realize how deep of shit he was in.

Not having many other options, at least any good ones, Andrew left his room. The friendly directions did little to ease his misgivings in the eerily empty halls and he needed to pause to examine the destruction that took place in the lobby. Turns out the world outside wasn’t any better. A chill crept up his spine both from the chill and the calamity before him. Briefly he wondered if the clock tower would be his doom, but he obviously had little other choice. So he cautiously headed toward his destination.

 

[Delphine]

Brooklyn Chanel Cohen
Location: On her way to Town hall
Status: What the hell is happening
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The last thing Brooke remembers is the road. The darkness lying ahead of her windshield. What seemed so far away was in fact so close to her.

The events that happened two nights ago came back in a flurry. She'd been driving for a couple of hours, and desperately needed to find a gas station. Her GPS indicated her a little town off the highway, and thus she made her turn accordingly. It was bright outside, no clouds, nothing could obstruct her vision, but as she was approaching the small little town, she could see that an intense fog was forming. She turned her headlights on and started driving more carefully.

Because of the fog, she was caught off guard when she saw something move in front of the car, causing her to swerve off the road and crash into a tree. That was the last thing that happened to her before she woke up in a shitty hospital. It didn't even smell like one.

Brooke opened her eyes, blinking rapidly to adapt to the shining light. After a bit, she sat up straight and looked around. It felt off, and she didn't like it. She slowly got off the bed, and feeling her body was about to give out, she collapsed back onto the bed...

"Well, that's not good... Let's try again" She breathed out.

She tried once more to get up, with success. She scanned the room for any of her belongings.. Maybe one of the millions of boxes she had in her car, but nothing. She walked over to the counter and picked up the note. She read it carefully, over and over again, before rubbing her head with a sigh "What the hell?"

Brooke looked at the mirror in the room. Her forehead was battered and bruised, though healing slowly, and her clothes.. Had seen better days. The events of the crash slowly came back to her, and a chill went down her spine "...So, town hall, huh?" She grabbed the note and then searched the room for a jacket

After not finding anything decent, she made her way out in the hallway. She appreciated the little arrows, though the atmosphere of the hospital certainly wasn't homey or welcoming. She had a hard time walking, clutching her right side. She figured she hurt herself a lot during the crash... It certainly felt that way, too. When she reached the exterior of the building, she was somewhat happy about feeling the air on her face.

She looked around the hospital, not exactly nervous or scared... Mostly just confused and numb. When she saw the bright red building, she didn't hesitate and started to make her way to it. The sooner she got her items and got inside, the better.

 

[thespectacularstorm]

ACTIVE HOURS - roughly 10:00am
56°F

Gideon König & Kamila Gouldshell
Location:: Town Hall Courtroom
Interactions:: Everyone

As the group made their way from the hospital through the dreary town it was apparent that they weren't entirely alone. As they neared the hall and entered the very first thing they'd see where two people chatting back and forth in a courtroom.

"After Claudia and Eric, we need to keep things tighter. Maybe have more patrols." The stocky blonde stood with his fingers running through his hair with a rather agitated look.

"Any tighter and we'll all be living under one roof. If those things don't kill us then we might kill each other. None of these houses have enough space. Besides, there was nothing we could do about them-" A tanned woman with curly hair stood with her arms crossed against her chest but stopped her thoughts at the sound of footsteps coming towards them. "It seems the last group we found has started to awaken. I'll go get the others." She grabbed the radio from her hip as she started walking off into another room.

As the group ventured closer Gideon put on a big smile. He gave off this calming aura with a charming look and friendly tone. "I'm so happy you all got here safely and woke up. I thought the barricades would make things easier for you so you don't end up someplace you don't want to be." He let out a small chuckle before rubbing the back of his head. "Ahh, I'm sure you all have lots of questions so I'll try to provide a bit of insight into the situation you currently have found yourselves in." It wasn't hard to place his words given he's had this same explanation at least a dozen times by now.

"Everyone who comes here usually has no idea how they got here. I don't know how you happened to end up here but we'll get through this together. Now, this may sound a bit ludicrous but, there are these creatures that hunt during the night. No one has ever seen them but what we do know is don't get caught out at night. It's certain death." Gideon gave a thorough explanation of why they shouldn't go outside at night, what would happen if they did, and encouraged following the curfew. "We have three rules here as well; don't steal from the group stockpile, everyone contributes, and the governing word is law. We have a very strict curfew, doors close at six in the evening and will not be opened under any circumstance until eight in the morning. There are only four houses that are safe to live in that you will each be divided into, the rest are completely uninhabitable or are overrun like the rest of this town. Everyone in town reports back to me so if you plan on going against us just... keep that in mind. We're a community first and foremost, and with that said we do have jobs. Everyone has a job to do and that role is important to our survival." He also explained how imperative it was to keep this place running and follow the rules so everyone can survive and live safely.

"They'll be here in a moment. Did you get them jobs and food yet?"

"I was just going to give them all the same job-"

"I swear you're just a pretty face. Move." Kamila was swift to push Gideon aside and address the group. She looked each of them over briefly before telling their job title and the name of the household they'd be living in. She also informed them that their belongings, what was salvaged with their bodies at least, were placed in the jury stand on the floor. Most of the chairs from the stand were moved around to be near the tables that were pushed together while others were just scattered around the room. "You're free to collect your belongings. Some of your things were confiscated for our protection. We can't take chances without knowing who you are to allow you to have weapons to use against us. I'll bring out some things for you guys to eat too. I'm sure after two days you're about to croak." She dipped into another room and returned with a small cart full of supplies. Everyone got a water bottle, a cup of apple sauce, a packet of crackers, and baggies with peanut butter sandwich halves. It was simple but enough to get them started. There were a few bins of clothes on the opposite side of the room they could sift through so they could take what they needed. They were also instructed not to leave the courtroom until certain people came to show them around. Otherwise, they'd likely get lost and die.

Spoiler: CONFISCATION BIN

KittOnyx Ricky would find that her backpack was missing and the batteries to her flashlight were removed.
Deadwood Deer Jason would find that his multitool was missing and his cellphone screen was cracked.
Delphine Brooke would find that her swiss knife was missing and the batteries to her flashlight were removed. Her car was also no more.
Dumplingboy Thilda would find that her playboy magazine and pocket knife were missing.
Dumplingboy Apollo would find his matches missing.
Deadwood Deer Billie would find that she has nothing to her name but the clothes on her back. Everything was missing.
AsterRose Charlotte would find that her zippo lighter and backpack were missing.
screaming armadillo Andrew would find that his cellphone and keys were missing.
Saiph Cleo would find that her headlamp and pepper spray were missing.

 

[Deadwood Deer]

Jason Myers
Location: Town Hall/Courtroom
Interaction: thespectacularstorm
Stress Level: 2/10
Sanity: 10/10

Jason didn't quite know what he expected to find at the town hall. Maybe the rest of the family? A busted building? A toaster? Whatever he expected, it was not what he found. A little girl, two other dudes, a bunch of girls, and the two talkers. A lot of people. And most of them seemed just as confused as he was. At least the two up front seemed to be authority figures, maybe he'd get some answers?

Wait, they were trapped here? How did he even wind up here? What did he mean they couldn't leave, what the hell? What did that mean? How were they trapped what were the creatures? Oh god, it's like that Riddick movie, isn't it? Bioraptors and shit.

Seeing as a week ago Jason was assembling a 3D Printer, he didn't recall having a multi-tool when he wound up in this mess. The cracked phone screen, however, was somewhat upsetting. He needed to call his parents, find help!

"Excuse me," Jason said, tapping on Kamila's shoulder, "Have my parents appeared in this... whatever?" Kamila seemed like the brains of the operation, and it was easier to approach women for stuff like this anyway.

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Billie Tucker
Location: Town Hall/Courthouse
Interaction: thespectacularstorm
Stress Level: 4/10
Sanity: 8/8​

Part of Billie was excited to see what the apocalypse wrought. But as she approached the town hall reality started to set in. Oh shit, it's the apocalypse! And she was halfway across the country from her brothers! Where was daddy? Where was the truck?

Billie's walk turned into a full sprint with a skidding stop to catch her breath. It was about that time that Gideon started speaking. Hold the phone, she hadn't even been here a full day and he was already talking like she was one of his toadies.

Well, she had been preparing to work as part of a community come doomsday since she was twelve, but that was with a specific group in a specific area with specific specialties, like how she was a hunter, her brothers Timothy and Charles were med students, Jack and Mama Sue were the growers, and the rest of the family with their specialties. This broke ass town in the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania, was not that, and as far as she knew these people had only survived because they were good at hiding.

And what was with these creatures in the night, huh? If being outside was death, then why was the hospital wide open, and how was she alive? Her stuff could wait, answers first. She'd pull her weight, Mama Sue'd flay her alive if she did anything short of such, but she needed to know what she was dealing with, first.

"Hey, bossman!" she called as she strode up to Gideon. "Billie Tucker, I came up here to shoot a bear with my father," introductions first, mama taught her that. "What're you talking about, these critters in the night? I ain't seen anything in these woods can't be killed with a bullet."

 

[Dumplingboy]

Mathilda Leon
Age 14
Status: Breaking point
Location: Court room

Mathilda did not hear anything the two said, everything was just noise. A loud ringing noise that kept growing, closing her in. She looked down at the floor, her vision turning white as she repeatedly forgot to breath. She did not notice the cart go by, nor did she notice Apollo picking up her portion of food or his concerned stares. The girl gripped her arms still trying to process reality from hallucinations. Father?!? She heard the word father causing her head to snap up she loosened the grip around her arms not realizing she had gripped hard enough to break her skin and small droplets of blood formed on her arms. She pushed past everyone to the cart of belongings and frantically looked for her magazine. "Where is my mom! where is my mom where is she where is she!" Matilda grew more frantic as the thought of never seeing her mom or brother again over took her mind. It wasn't here....nothing was here.

Apollo Evergreen
Age: 20
Status: Frantic
Location: court room

Apollo already had an hour to process being trapped here, but he was more hopeful. He understood that he was stuck for now he wasn't sure for how long, but he had hope that they would all get out of here. Apollo did not care about his stuff at the moment he seemed more concerned about the girl next to him who was swaying back and forth. He was happy to grab his food, and he also grabbed Mathilda's and tried to hand it to her but the girl rushed to the cart of belongings. Apollo scarfed his food down almost ending his life as he choked on the sandwich in silence before he was able to pull himself together. He will always be amazed on how the girls could starve themselves and still place in a tournament. He probably would have been used to skipping a few meals if he had continued his road down ballet, but instead he did boxing. The only secret he really hid from coach. His attention was torn away from him engulfing the the apple sauce when the girl from before covered her face and sobbed in her arms. He walked over handing Mathilda her applesauce as he lacked the ability to give words of sentiment. What he did not expect was the girl snatching the apple sauce from his hands and flinging it at the two speakers.
'You killed him didn't you!' the girls shouted and she charged at Gideon pounding on his chest as she screamed on about him killing her father before she slumped down to the floor still gripping his shirt as she begged him to kill her too.

thespectacularstorm

 

[AsterRose]

Charlotte Marsielle
Town Hall
Conflicted
thespectacularstorm Dumplingboy

A few people seemed to head in the general direction of the town hall alongside Charlotte. They came from the hospital too. Something was at play, she assumed. What were they save from or stolen away from? She entered the courtroom with pocketed hands and a frown. These people running the town, she guessed, looked around her age.

Her frown only worsened as the leaders addressed her and the other newcomers like herself. They didn’t even know how they got there? There were beasts that came out in the middle of the night? And her help in all this was that she had to babysit kids? And where the hell was her backpack? A grudge plastered on her face as she picked up her cash and bottle and she tried to find the right words to use to these people without being chewed back out.

Charlotte stepped forward. “I’m sorry, but who are you?” Her voice was clear, demanding but not threatening. “You have us waking up clueless in a hospital, in a ransacked town, take our stuff and expect us to-“

Her jaw immediately shut as food was brought out. Free food. Food not from a can. She snatched up her food, ashamedly smiling. “Pardon, my mistake. We can work this out. At least I can. With you.” She turned away and slumped into a seat, muttering, “Merde, merde, merde! Tais-toi, Char!” She couldn’t simply cut their throats when they offered her a place to stay where her family couldn’t find her. Her head was level enough to understand the non-negotiable offer being made. Before any others should be made, she had to do better than stand up to them with the first words she said.

Even if the circumstances came straight out of The Twilight Zone.

Charlotte’s head was brought back into the courtroom as the youngest of them shrieked and charged at the leaders. She inhaled sharply. Of course the baby was freaking out. Her body closed in as she tried to start her meal, but she spotted the girl slumped at the male leader’s feet, begging to be killed.

She sauntered over. “Alright,” she huffed, gently lifting her up by her pits. Should she let her or not, Charlotte looked down at her with a neutral expression. “He said he doesn’t know. He probably doesn’t even know your name.” She gave an apologetic look to Gideon as she struggle to start a resolution. This wasn't exactly her grounds.

 

[KittOnyx]

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[div class="accentheader"] status [/div] confused [/div] [div class="bodytext"] Ricky's eye's fluttered open and she shot up in bed, had she fallen asleep here? She couldn't remember. The sudden movement made her head swim, though, and she slowly laid back down to ride out the dizzy spell. She laid a clammy hand on her forehead and pinched her eyes closed. The little bit of light that was filtering through the window was enough to make her eyes hurt, even through her lids. Why couldn't she remember how she got here? Where was here anyway, that was the better question. Ricky laid there for a few more minutes until she could stand to open her eyes. Was she drugged or something? Maybe she had been in an accident? A quick glance around the room gave her the impression that she was in a hospital but where was everyone?

Slowly, she swung her legs off the side of the bed and stared down at her feet. She wiggled her toes and stretched, at least she could still use her legs. Her head was still rolling though which made her nauseous but she was determined to find out what was going on. Gingerly, she stepped down from the bed and her legs felt like spaghetti noodles making it hard for her to make much progress. With an indignant sigh she sat down for a moment more and took another look around the room. She didn't recognize the cream walls or the hazy windows or even herself for that matter. What was she doing here? She wasn't even hooked up to any IV's or monitors, it was all very strange. The weirdest thing of all was probably that she was still in street clothes. In Ricky's case they were hiking clothes but that didn't make much difference, it was weird to her that she wasn't in a hospital gown yet obviously she had needed medical attention.

Ricky went to stand once more and found her footing a lot sturdier than before. She cocked a small smile, feeling confident, and reached down to grab her boots which had been stored under the bed for her. She laced them up pretty quickly as she shot glances towards the only door in the room. She half expected someone to come through at any moment to check on her but no one ever came. It was much easier for Ricky to stand now that her head wasn't pounding and her legs didn't feel like jello, so now that she was able to take more than two steps from the bed she noticed a note, tucked under an upside down flashlight, on the counter by the door. With immense curiosity, Ricky's eyebrow raised as she approached and read the note. New friend? Not safe? What did this all mean? Where the heck was she? At least they gave her instructions, which was better than nothing. The flashlight, however, had been rendered ineffective as they had taken the batteries. This place just got stranger by the minute.

After she had finished reading the note, Ricky huffed and looked up into the mirror that was mounted on the wall. There were brown curls circling her face, a little messy but nothing a quick brush wouldn't fix, if she could find one that is. She stared a moment longer and decided she probably wouldn't find one in this hospital and used her fingers to rake through the tangles. It made her wince a little when she pulled through the knots as part of her scalp was tender, she must have hit her head. There were a few shallow cuts on her face and a small bruise that she could see and she wondered how she got them. She still couldn't remember much. The outfit she wore, and the flashlight, gave her the clue that she must have been hiking but where was the rest of her gear then? Suddenly she remembered the note and that whoever had brought her here had confiscated her things. Great.

It was obvious that the only thing there was left to do was meet whoever this was at the town hall to get some answers and her things back. She took a quick, cautious peek outside the door to her room. It was an empty hallway, dark and quiet, definitely not what someone would expect from a running hospital. It was eerie as Ricky crept through the halls. She followed the arrows as the note had said, she didn't want to get lost that was for sure. The sound of her heavy footfalls was the only sound reverberating against the walls as Ricky found her way out, making the building seem that much bigger and scarier. When she got to the lobby she was stopped in her tracks by the mess. "What the heck..." she wondered out loud. How did anyone get through this mess at all?

Once outside, the confusion and destruction continued. To her right, Ricky could see the red building pointed out to her in the note. It seemed to be a shining beacon in the middle of an apocalypse. The remnants of what looked like used to be a busy little town were strewn all about in front of her. It looked like a battlefield, or at least what Ricky imagined one would look like. Upturned cars and broken glass was everywhere, like there had been a riot. I better get moving, she thought warily. This definitely didn't seem like a good place to be outside alone. So she made her way to what was indicated to her as the town hall as briskly as possible. The air was chilled and it made Ricky hug herself in an attempt to stay warm.

Finally, she made her entrance into the red building. Upon doing so, she noticed there was already a small cluster of people gathered there. She wondered if they had come from the hospital like her or if they were the welcome party. There was light chatter happening but it definitely seemed like she was late to the party. "Hi, can someone tell me what's going on here," her voice came loud and assertive. She didn't know who she was speaking to directly, but someone here had to have some sort of explanation. "Also, I'd really love to know where my stuff is," the expression she wore was one of annoyance and bewilderment. What was going on here? [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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[Dumplingboy]

Mathilda Leon
Age 14
Status: upset
Location: Courtroom>>>outside

Mathilda allowed for Charlotte to pick her up only to weakly push her away. "Go away you don't care!." She looked over at Gideon her eyes pleading with the last sliver of hope she had left. She wiped her tears and shoved her way towards the exist. As she passed by allow she snatched the food he handed her and shoved her way to the exit. A part of her wanted to run away, but she slumped down by the door and ate her food.

 

[Delphine]

Brooklyn Chanel Cohen
Location: Town Hall
Status: Numb and confused
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Brooke made her way inside the town hall rapidly, and once she got in, she looked at the two people in front of her. After listening to their speech, she just looked around, feeling numb. There was a little girl with them, she was crying too... Brooke couldn't even pay attention to what she was saying, it all just sounded muffled after the what the woman in front of her said. She looked around to see plenty of other faces, all looking dishevelled and confused.

She grabbed her share of supplies and looked around, deciding to walk to the woman who was talking earlier "Uhm, hi.. excuse me?" Normally she wouldn't be this.. soft while speaking, but after the recent events, she felt a little bit more patient than before "My name is Brooke, and I would like to know what happened to... the rest of my stuff? Like my car, uh.. And how I could get my swiss knife back?" The last thing she had was a water bottle, which was quite unfortunate.

She also wanted to know more about the job she was holding, since she had no idea what being a Saviour entailed.. And since it looked like she was going to be here a while, she wanted to know as much as possible about her current situation.

Looking around, she saw the faces of everyone else who was here. Everybody looked young, and a small wave of sadness hit her. What if older people came through, but didn't make it? She had so many questions that needed answering, but she needed to take it one step at a time before she felt overwhelmed.

 

[Saiph]

﹕ Ａ Ｎ ＧＥＬ ﹕ ＲＩＶＥＲＳ ﹕​

Location: Red Building / Courthouse
Company: Brooke, Gideon, and Billie
Feeling: suspicious and sore
Vibin':[x]


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Cleo was awoken by the sound of clambering around her. Footsteps and her headache made her pull herself out of the foreign bed she found herself in. Her feet tangled in the rough sheets she fell to the floor on her hands and knees. The world was spinning around her and she promptly lost her last meal.
Upon reading the note that was left for her Cleo felt a shiver down her spine. Her head began to spin as she focused on one word on the page. YOU.
Who am I? She wondered. The thought worried her if she couldn’t even remember who she was, how was she supposed to survive here? What else was she forgetting? Panic began to work into her mind and her breath quickened. She looked up and caught a glance of herself in a mirror on the wall. Cleo traced her finger along her jawline pulling away stray locks of hair that had been plastered to her face. The smell of moss and.. Cleo pulled a small lock of hair to her nose and sniffed cautiously. Yuck. I smell like trout. Cleo desperately looked around for a source of water to run her hair through and slowly realized where she was. Cleo couldn’t place exactly WHAT about this room made her feel uncomfortable but a whisper of a memory snaked around her mind making her briskly vacate the hospital.


Arriving at the allocated meeting spot she was only half surprised at the volume of people gathered. Having being awoken by their footsteps in the hospital hallways she suspected there were many more. Upon listening To Gideon and Kamila Cleo’s mind started to turn. He sounds way too good at this brief. How many times has he done this? She pondered. Her eyes glanced at the others gathered around.
How many others have been given this information? And from that group, who are still here?
Cleo’s eyes rested on another girl who had been given the same job as her. The dizziness she had been fighting with earlier had begun to subside and she felt a bit more confident in her steps. Cleo eagerly gathered the things she was told were her property. Taking a long swig from her water bottle, trying to wash away the taste of vomit and trout from her mouth. She felt a small amount of sand slide down her gullet. Her throat feeling less tight and painful she cleared it and looked over her other possessions. She stared over a pocket knife running her thumb over a few letters in the handle.

Angel. That must be my name. Angel excitedly thought. Angel, yes that sounds right! Filled with some confidence discovering her name again she walked assuredly over to Brooke overhearing the tail end of her question she lightly bumped the girl’s shoulder with her own and said, “You can share mine with me if you want. Since we’re going to be working with each other, we’ll be spending a lot of time together.” Her voice was still a bit rough and hoarse from whatever she had gone through. She gave the girl a smile and without thinking she blurted out, “I always take mine when I ’m on a run.” Angel stopped short from that thought and paused to think about what just tumbled out of her mouth. a wide smile came across her mouth, I run. I must run a lot! That explains the light ache I feel in my arches. She absentmindedly raised on the balls of her feet to stretch her calves. Angel fixed her focus on Gideon. Crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes just slightly, not sure if she should be trusting the man that stood in front of her, “Which we will need an explanation of what that job entails...” she felt an eyebrow raise and an uncontrollable urge to continue, “And exactly how many other people have had this job before...And the other girl was right to ask, who are you two, exactly?”

OOC: Typed a lot of this on my phone, so I will fix any typos in the morning
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thespectacularstorm Delphine Deadwood Deer

 

[thespectacularstorm]

ACTIVE HOURS - roughly 11:00 am
56°F
(Just look for your name/character name)

Gideon König
Location:: Town Hall Courtroom
Interactions:: Deadwood Deer Dumplingboy AsterRose Saiph
As expected things seemed to have gotten a bit heated. The group divided between approaching him and approaching his partner all demanding their things and explanations. A little girl even ran up and tried to beat him, which felt like being slapped by little pillows because he was that much stronger. "If everyone could calm down I'd be happy to explain.." Gideon threw his hands up defensively seeing as all the girls chose to attack him. He cleared his throat a bit before continuing. "I'm sorry I should've started with introductions. It's been a long time since we've had new people." He was trying his absolute best to come off as friendly but it didn't seem like the group was having it.

"My name is Gideon. I am the leader of this town and my family has been leading this town for decades. That's Kamila Gouldshell. She's... gotten us through a lot of dark times so I trust her with my life." He pointed to the other woman who was taking care of her own group. "I'm sorry I don't know where any of your parents are but I promise if you plan to stay alive here we will help you. These creatures are not... something from the woods, at least we don't think so. Others have tried shooting them, stabbing, hunting all of different kinds but they just don't work. Nothing seems to work. We just need to keep going and surviving, toughing out until the government comes to rescue us." Kamila shot him a look and Gideon forced himself not to look her way. He knew how she felt about the situation. "Your house leaders will explain your jobs and many have had them before you. They died for one reason and one reason only, they didn't follow our most important rule." All of the others who came before thought they could go out at night, that they were lying about the monsters and didn't listen to the warnings. They stayed out and were ultimately never seen again.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go check on the little one." Gideon bowed his head before sliding past the group to outside the hall. He spotted Mathilda sitting on the steps and opted to sit next to her. "Mind if I sit?" He only asked as a small courtesy even though he sat anyway. "I don't know where your parents are or anything like that but I can help you find them when we get out of this. I can teach you how to protect yourself. You're not alone and you don't have to be. We can be friends and help each other out. Like... partners. Sound good?" He offered her a big smile and held his fist out for her to bump.

Kamila Gouldshell
Location:: Town Hall Courtroom
Interactions:: Deadwood Deer KittOnyx Delphine

"What the hell-" Kamila was quick to snap around as Jason tapped her shoulder, almost reflexively hitting him without thinking about it. "Don't just come up on me like that! Geez." She puffed out her cheeks hearing his question and knowing the likely answer. "Well if they came through that fog with you then they're likely dead. Hate to say it but from what we could gather anyone over the age of about twenty-five dies in it. That or they go missing before they even reach the other side. This... fog or whatever it is affects the brain differently depending on development." She let out a small groan as two more decided to march up to her. The crazy little girl flung apple sauce everywhere, which she happily used Jason to shield her from, and ran off like a brat. Gideon was all over that because Kamila didn't have the patience. As Ricky entered she gave her a portion of food and a job as well as a very brief explanation of what was going on.

Another introduced herself, Brooke, and asked about her belongings. "Ohh so the knife was yours? Hmm..." Kamila looked the girl up and down seeming to size her up before giving a smirk. "Come to my house tomorrow morning and I'll give it back before you go to your job. Unlike the others, you'll actually need it. As for your car... that's probably gone. Jackie likely took whatever was left in parts to her little hobbit hole. These monsters don't seem to like cars." She shrugged her shoulders. "And like I said whatever is here is whatever we found. We only confiscated whatever could be used as a weapon. Hmmm.. if there was anything else you had on you I'd ask around to see who found your body when you came through the fog. They might've dropped something."

Three others came into the room each with different looks. The male looked agitated but for anyone that knew him, that was his default look. The girl with the bright purple hair looked excited to meet new people and ready to take them back. The other girl looked exhausted as if she hadn't slept in days. "And these are your house leaders." Ares rolled his eyes as Kamila pointed out which ones were to go with whom.

Brooke, Jason, Apollo, Charlotte
Miko took her small group back to her house, the Poppy Palace. It was a smaller building in the cul-de-sac with red brick walls. It was a one-level house with two bedrooms, one bathroom, a large living room, and kitchen as well as a shed outback. It looked a lot smaller on the inside thanks to the cots in the living room taking up more space and the clutter around the house. No one was home currently when they walked in but they could tell plenty of others lived here. "If you have any questions, I don't care. You may call me Goddess or Mistress and feel free to thank me for allowing you to live under my roof. Girls sleep in the first room, boys sleep in the living room. Prissy thinks it's 'better that way'. I personally don't give a shit. Since you're still recovering or whatever you don't have to do jobs today. Make yourselves at home but no one goes into the fridge or touches my stash unless they want to get stabbed. I also advise not leaving to explore or you'll get lost and end up dead." She gave a bubbly smile before skipping off to her room, which was the second door.

Ricky, Billie, Cleo/Angel
Ares took the three girls back to his house, The Glades. It was the slightly larger house to the left of the red brick house on the far left end of the cul-de-sac. It looked like a small family home compared to the trap house next door. The interior was orderly, everything neatly organized and spotless for a house that held multiple children. There were three bedrooms and two bathrooms, two upstairs with a bathroom and one downstairs with a bathroom. There was also a smaller living room and kitchen as well as a dining room and single garage. "Let's just get this over with, my name is Ares Galanis. I am the leader of this household and if you have issues with that you're free to experience what happens to people who don't live in one of these four houses. We have strict rules here. Everyone is in bed by nine, the little ones are in bed by eight. Breakfast is prompt at eight-thirty and if you miss it that's too bad. The doors all close at five-fifty no exceptions. I stay in the upstairs room to the left, the children stay in the upstairs room to the right. Everyone else sleeps down here. We keep the fridge closed during the day so it doesn't lose coldness. Punishments are severe for rule-breaking. If you have questions ask them now, I will not be repeating myself." The only ones currently home were two prepubescent boys with dark hair and a woman who was helping them with homework. One of the boys looked strikingly similar to Ares.

screaming armadillo Andrew (Mathilda was left with Gideon)
Helia took Andrew with her to her house, Bayview. It was the larger house to the right of the red brick house and to the left of the alpha house. The inside was warm and inviting with brick colors and clean. It looked like the kind of house a single mother of three children would live in. There were two levels to this house, three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. Downstairs was just one large room holding the living room, kitchen and dining room as well as a bathroom and one bedroom across the hall. Upstairs had two bedrooms and a bathroom. "Well, I'm Helia, kind of the group mom here." She offered a friendly smile as two other tenants of the house looked up from where they were seated in the living room. "We all have breakfast together at nine and those doors close at six. I don't care how long you stay up as long as you don't do anything to put everyone in danger. There's two little girls that live here, and they'd kill me if they heard me call them little, and they stay upstairs to the left. I stay to the right with two others and the other two sleep downstairs, which I'm sure you'll be staying with them. Make yourself comfortable and if you need anything don't be afraid to ask. You don't have to babysit today but I'm sure one of the others will help you out." The tall woman gave a wink to the two seated behind him before she fled up the stairs not too long after.

 

[rakshasa]

Name: Eddie Laurence
Status: Achey and Dazed
Location: Moving towards Town Hall
Interactions: thespectacularstorm

Rays of unobscured midday sun glared through the windows, penetrating through Eddie's lids and forcing her to turn towards the wall with a low grumble. Gaining the strength to open her eyes, she was met with white; turning over slightly, a blurry view of a hospital room. Her eyes shot open; she lurched forward for a few moments before a wave of nausea hit her, sending her into a cold sweat and forcing her to lie back down. She held her head in her hands with her eyes shut impossibly tight, trying both to filter out any light hitting her face and process her current surroundings. She knew her own name but seemingly couldn't gather anything other than bits and pieces from her memory.

Running her hands over her face, she was suddenly filled with the ambition to leave her bed, feeling a painful bump against her eye. Putting her feet on the ground, she blinked hard a few times and cleared the dried tears out of her eyes, however they got there. Jumping to her feet, she staggered heavily for a moment, eventually catching her footing against the edge of a counter. This body hadn't done that in a while. The room looked dirty and long-since abandoned; gaining back her eyesight, she glanced to the side to catch her reflection in a mirror.

She caught her breath, leaning over the small counter and gently caressing the large wound around her eye. Her normally pale discolored skin had gone purple and red. Seeing her reflection, she was taken aback by a small wave of memories coming back to her; going to sleep on her big brother's shoulder, waking up to go to the bathroom, then a sudden force that caused her to fall. Her very last memory was a vision of the side of the counter rushing towards her face. "Ok.." she mumbled to herself. Did she really sustain injuries bad enough to put her here?

She put her hands against the counter, mind racing with excuses to be optimistic when her eyes met a note on the counter. She picked it up before sitting to skim it, crumpling it in her lap when she was done. She barely noticed her heart rate increasing before it palpitated for a moment, sapping her of breath. She wasn't safe in this town? How had her objective changed from avoiding boredom while on a road trip with her brother to trying to survive in this weird town? Where was her brother? Why couldn't she go home? Was this a sundown-town?? She jumped up to her feet, hastily shoving on her shoes and stumbling out of the door, clutching the note with one sweaty hand. She debated staying in bed and sleeping until someone forced her out; leaving her room, she didn't feel as tempted. It didn't look like she'd ever be found again if she did. Following the arrows crudely painted on the hospital walls, she eventually made her way to the exit; no part of the hospital looked like it had been tended to in years.

Big red building. She saw her objective in the distance, speed walking to reach her destination quicker with a decreased risk of attack. She'd seen small, shitty towns in her time, but none with the windows busted in and the shops looted; it was like walking through the set of the Walking Dead. She picked up the pace once she was near the town hall, only now beginning to process the brisk air against her skin. She suddenly slowed once she reached the steps; her preoccupied mind nearly prevented her from processing the young lady and man on the steps to the town hall. Slowing down to a creep, she inspected the pair; the girl looked quite upset, wiping her face with her sleeves while the man seemed to be bargaining with her to feel better, hand extended in a friendly gesture. They both seemed too preoccupied with each other to notice her. Turning her attention towards the door, she pushed it ajar and peered inside; it was eerily silent. Pushing the door fully open, her eyes fell on a brown haired woman, seemingly making her rounds around the building. She sheepishly stepped inside before approaching her, face downwards. She'd usually act a bit more outgoing, but this situation didn't seem to call for it. She stopped until she was in view of the girl, looking up to meet her gaze. She seemed bothered. "Are.. are you Priscilla?"

 

[AsterRose]

Charlotte Marsielle
Poppy Palace
Making Do
Delphine Dumplingboy Deadwood Deer

Charlotte let Mathilda run off, about to step in and follow until Gideon chased after her. She sighed in relief and returned to her seat. Processing what Gideon had told her, she still struggled to believe it. The main factors being their ambiguity, the safety measures being put into play to actively avoid them, and how this broke reality. Even with the warnings about those that defied them, Charlotte wasn’t yet convinced. Not until she had proof of these beats existing.

Besides, these guys offered her a place to stay. She’d been looking for one for a while, so she might as well get used to it. No testing anything until she worked out what was truly going on, she decided. As if on cue, she was escorted to her house with three others, who she so far judged as quieter than her. Or at least not as bold of talkers. Two guys and one girl.

As she entered the cluttered house she was assigned, she noticed their leader was a bold talker. Many of her comments made Charlotte frown. She displayed polarising traits as she gave them the rules of her house. When she was sure she was gone, she muttered under her breath. “Mistress? Who does she think she is?”

Charlotte slumped down onto a cot, staring up at the others. She took social initiative. “I guess we better break the ice if we’re stuck together?” She cleared her throat. “Well, I’m Charlotte. Or Char. Don't care which one you'll use, I'll still respond to it. Not much else to say, I guess. We can’t even say how we got here, so…” She rolled her lips in. “Yeah. Real great, eh?”

 

[screaming armadillo]

Andrew Fox
Location: Courtroom --> Bayview
Interaction(s): The two people in the Bayview living room
Status: wtf is going on minus the panic


Behind his usual mask of indifference, Andrew was getting quite desperate when it came to piecing together just what the fuck was going on. Other people apparently were in the same mess as he, most seemed oddly within a very close age group and the lone exception was not very far off either. Nobody with the exception of the two up front seemed to have any idea what was going on and the news wasn’t good. Being informed that monsters now had them trapped in… wherever this is, then moments later finding out his phone and keys are missing left Andrew feeling less than satisfied.

However he wouldn’t find the chance just yet to voice his complaints. The sudden rumbling of his very empty stomach was very hard to ignore. He had to keep some self control before he tore into the food like a hungry grade-schooler, and had just picked up a packet of crackers when the youngest member broke down. It was not easy to watch or hear to say the least, and Andrew was at a loss. It was a welcome distraction when the big guy spoke up again.

Not long after that he was taken to his new home. Not sure what to really expect, Andrew was pleasantly surprised that it looked, well, normal. The group mom seemed nice, better than the grumpy looking guy that came into the courtroom. The arrangements gone over and Helia now upstairs he figured he should probably introduce himself to the two also in the room. “Hi there. Name’s Andrew.” He didn’t mean for it to be so simple, but that’s the way it goes sometimes.

 

[Dumplingboy]

Mathilda Leon
Age 14
Status: weary
Location: outside
thespectacularstorm

Mathilda was slowly munching on her sandwich, it has been three days since she had eaten real food but her stomach was filled with doubt and uneasiness. She was trying to remember recent events, she couldn't recall them. Mathilda already had a problem with memory, children who go through trauma have a hard time recalling this clearly. There brains can even start to hallucinate to avoid grasping on to reality.
"Mind if I sit?"
Mathilda looked up at the man who she assumed took her stuff, who took her mother away. Her distrust was written all over her face. "I'm not a baby you don't have to check up on me...."She seemed a little surprise when he sat down anyway, but she glared regardless. Well until he started speaking. He was being nice, despite her previous actions. Mathilda wasn't use to this, when she pushed people away she wasn't use to them chasing afterwards. Even the social workers just wanted to throw her away,no one actually wanted to deal with her.
"I can teach you how to protect yourself"
Don't trust him
There it was again, the voice. She wasn't to sure if it was her own personal demon or her inner monologue, either way she reacted to it. She tensed ready to make another run for until she heard the word friend. She turned her head around slowly, her expression seemed confused. Sure strange men have offered to be her friend before, but this seemed different...maybe.
He is lying
they all leave
he wants to hurt you
"Don't say that....don't say that unless you mean it." Her expression changed, she looked at Gideon with all the hope she had left in the world. Like she was willing to trust one more person. Willing to believe in love, just one more time. That if he let her down her whole world would shatter,and bring her along with it. She looked down at his fist but instead of fist bumping him she put her forehead on his waiting fist. Wanting to be held but not knowing how to say it. "Don't make me believe in something again....."


Apollo Evergreen
Age: 20
Status: observant
Location: Poppy palace
Delphine @ AsterRose Deadwood Deer
They were one the move again, Apollo was examining his talking tablet but it was dead, probably cus it was locked away for two days. you had to turn it around and open up the back flap. There was a little solar panel back there. Apollo recalls his horror when he had to go to a meet in Alaska and could not find any sun. He grew somber for a second, realizing he was gonna get very home sick when as soon as he started to adjust to his surroundings. He did not pay much attention to the girl leading them to there new home. He had a bad habit of tuning others out. Everyone just assumed that because he could not interrupt them, that he was listening. he was a good listener, he just didn't listen to everybody all the time. Besides he was more interested in his new house mates. There was a tall girl, Apollo liked tall girls. specially if they were tall and confident, but you rarely saw that. Nothing really stood out to him about the other girl, she was either ordinary or full of surprises. He doubts she would be shocking him with anything. Boys in the living room huh? for a second he thought he was the only boy in the group but remembered a little scrawny one was also with them. Well cool, he had a friend. Friends were good, friends were normal. Oh know they were doing introductions, he was not ready for introductions.

 

[KittOnyx]

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[div class="accentheader"] status [/div] confused + hungry [/div] [div class="bodytext"] Nothing about this place made sense. At least they had a little bit of food though, but mostly Ricky was happy to get her gear back. She slung her backpack on and looped both arms through the straps. It felt heavier than she remembered but it was probably just exhaustion. Now that she had her bag and some snacks, Ricky's mind was able to reassess the situation and process the information she was just given. What did they mean that people just disappeared? What kind of creatures only came out at night and took full grown adults captive? There was obviously something very wrong about what was happening here and Ricky doubted the government was going to come save them anytime soon. How long had all these people been here already without so much as a rescue attempt? Ricky's head was swimming with questions when all of a sudden she was being directed to a nearby house with some man that was pointed out to her by the people who seemed to be running the show here. The walk to their building was creepy, to say the least. It felt like they were in a ghost town with all the fog and empty streets. Am I dreaming? Ricky couldn't help but wonder.

Once they got to the house and had the rules laid out for them by the man she now knew as Ares, Ricky huffed and gave him an exasperated look, "So, are we really just... stuck here?" She stood in the center of the living room, arms crossed over her chest. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate their accommodations but this wasn't what she really had in mind for herself. She eyed the other two girls that had come along as well and narrowed her eyes. Everything here was so strange and she really didn't know if she trusted anything these people were saying. She wanted to go home... wherever that was. The realization suddenly hit her that she had no idea where home even was. Did she even have a family waiting for her? "Also, is it normal not to remember anything because I feel like I have amnesia right now and it's really freakin' my freak," Ricky's voice came a little panicked now but she still had some humor as she laughed over the amnesia comment. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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[Deadwood Deer]

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Billie Tucker
Location: The Glades
Interaction: thespectacularstorm
Stress Level: 4/10
Sanity: 8/8

Billie couldn't help but chuckle at the idea that the government would give a damn about a little town in the middle of nowhere. Or that Gideon thought the government was coming at all. "Y'all crazy as hell," she muttered as she made her way to the bin she was told had her stuff. Except it was empty. What the hell, Bobby? If they got her while she was hunting, which she probably was since she was in the middle of nowhere, then she should have her gun, bullets, and bug-out kit. It wasn't like it was just a knife, and could be replaced, that was a semi-long-term kit! Shit like that doesn't just disappear! Especially when it's all camo and junk!

The MREs and the matches weren't too big a deal, she could start a fire with a nail clipping and a stick if she needed to, but the gun was a dire necessary, especially with all the beasties running around! She doubted they were bulletproof, nothing made of flesh truly was bulletproof. More than likely, the bullet was stopped by muscle and bone before it hit anything important, but that wasn't something she could prove until she'd seen one.

Before she could ask, however, they'd been crammed into groups and sent off. Alright, let's play, she thought as she took a note of who looked like they could be caused to talk. The sweats woman seemed solid, and considering how quick she was to offer to return Brooke's knife, she might be reasonable enough to return Billie's gear. There was also the woman who looked like she needed a sandwich something fierce. The stone-faced man with a stick up his ass might be putting up a front, though...

Nope, no he was not. That much was quickly made apparent when he revealed that that was not a stick lodged in his rectum, but a cactus. Yay, this was gonna be a fun apocalypse...

"Oh relax," Billie replied to Ricky, "Loosen up and put on your big girl drawers."

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Jason Myers
Location: Poppy Palace
Interaction: Dumplingboy thespectacularstorm
Stress Level: 4/10
Sanity: 9/10
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The realization that his parents were likely dead was interrupted by getting splattered in the face by a cup of applesauce. Well, at least it didn't scratch his lenses. He took off his glasses and swiped the sauce off of his face and tried to clean his lenses, but he couldn't get rid of the sticky. He'd have to clean himself later.

He was still trying to wipe the juice off of his glasses when the crowd mentality nudged him towards the cot filled poppy palace. Well, if that wasn't a nice way to say "opium den" then he didn't know what was, especially considering the appearance of the house leader.

 

[Saiph]

﹕ Ａ Ｎ ＧＥＬ ﹕ ＲＩＶＥＲＳ ﹕
Location: The Glades > Running crazily around town > Annoying every house on the block
Company: Brooke, RiBilly, and Ares > No one yet
Feeling: A bit numb xxx Curious and eager
Vibin': [Smile]


Angel's eyes darted around the courthouse as Gideon talked, peering at everyone's faces. A sense of chaos loomed in the room as if someone were to peek around a corner it would jump up and consume everyone in the building. Angel felt her body react to the static in the air, her legs felt tight and ached to spring up and carry her far away from this place. Her hands began to shake gently but she forced her panic down by taking a few slow breaths as various voices floated away she stared at her hands. Did I come here with someone? Am I missing somebody? She struggled with the thought for a while examining her lanky arms struggling to find maybe a clue to herself. All she found were a few bruises and scrapes. Voices rippled back in Angel's ears and she floated back into reality. Angel moved towards the food laid out and slurped up the cup of applesauce quickly just now feeling a painful tug in her stomach from hunger. she grabbed the rest of the rations and stuffed them into the pockets of her lightly colored running jacket. Angel ran her thumbs over the fabric with a small delight. It was awfully slick and stretchy, she played with the fabric more as she followed a man who introduced himself as Ares. Walking along with her new house members she looked over their faces silently, she only knew the name of Brooke but the other girl who had just walked up in the courtroom had a flash in her eyes that made Angel look away quickly. As the group followed the man named Ares Angel slowly became colder and goose skin began to grow over her calves and thighs exposed from her tight running shorts. She cursed quietly under her breath wondering why whoever she was decided a jacket and shorts were appropriate to wear. Although she didn't know if where she came from was much different from this area in temperature she grew angry at her apparel choices anyway. As much as her body was growing colder Angel hadn't started to shiver which allowed her to keep her composure as the group walked through town. Angel realized then she detested looking weak.

Entering the house she would now be living in Angel was overcome with a hard slap of reality. She was going to be sleeping here, she didn't know where she was, who she was or who she was surrounded by. Her heart began to beat a bit faster and again her legs felt like tightly wound springs. She was calmed down a bit by the slight warmth the house kept away from the elements. Angel looked around the house as Ares spoke, listening in the background to her thoughts. She gingerly ran her fingers along a counter in the kitchen, even though the town looked deserted there didn't seem to be any dust in the home. Her brows raised, so someone at least cleans up around here. Angel wasn't sure if Ares acted like every word was a chore because he was truly annoyed by their presence, was tired of people of bending rules, or perhaps tired of people bending rules and getting killed for it. She pushed some hair out of her face and grimaced as she painfully pulled some dry algae out of her hair. Angel cleared her throat in vain as her voice still scratched from sand and dirt escaped her mouth she said, "I don't remember anything beyond waking up here..." She toyed with the handle of her pocket knife "And maybe that my name is Angel." Her eyes raised from the floor looking at the girls standing in the living room. she lightly laughed at the ridiculousness that their situation was now. A strange sound came out of her mouth that sounded almost like a cough and almost like a horse that was kicked hard. Angel giggled more at the sound of her laughter and tried clearing her throat more. She opened her water bottle and drank deeply, she had a feeling Ares was mostly annoyed with the three girls he now had to take care of so she quickly swallowed and met his eyes, "Ares, How many people have come in and out of this town?" the few seconds of quiet that followed unsettled her and she quickly huffed and declared in her rough voice, "You know what, we can talk over dinner. I'm going to spend some time looking around town." She inspected the other girls' faces as she walked back out of the house. She couldn't stand being indoors at this moment.

Angel's legs ached so badly for movement, even though she planned to take a stroll around this new town she was stuck in she found herself running around before she could stop. She let go of a long exhale as she gained speed off into the town and kept to what was left of sidewalks. Her mood instantly lifted when she started to feel some wind on her face and Angel began to laugh quietly under her breath. Her body took over, fixing her posture so her chest puffed out slightly, loosened her shoulders and she started taking long breaths in from her nose. Angel surrendered herself to the movement that carried her further into the unknown area. Running headfirst into somewhere that monsters live probably not the best idea, Angel. She began to hum a tune that sat far back in her mind as her smile grew large. The mud that encrusted the tops of her socks wasn't bothering her anymore and the air that gave her goosebumps earlier cooled her sweaty face and blew her hair away from her face. She decided to annoy the other houses. Slowing down to a trot she walked through the door hanging from the frame of the front door by her hands of Poppy Place and said to no one in particular, "I'm taking a field trip downtown if anyone else wants to come. Don't forget your permission slips, kiddies." Angel wanted to forget the pit in her stomach for a while and most of all, she didn't want to be alone doing it. She made the same announcement in the other two houses and then walked out in the street and stretched her calves that still quivered with energy. She decided to wait for a few minutes and then would head off with whoever joined her. She needed a layout of her area if she was expected to know how to get home at sunset quickly.

KittOnyx Deadwood Deer Dumplingboy Delphine AsterRose screaming armadillo thespectacularstorm

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[Delphine]

Brooklyn Chanel Cohen
Location: Poppy Palace
Status: Are you fucking kidding me right now
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So, she'd get her knife back tomorrow. That's great. Absolutely perfect. Nothing wrong with that right? Well if she didn't live in a fucking crack den, then yeah, it would've been fine, but apparently life had other plans. When their house leader left, Brooke rolled her eyes "We're living with a fucking crackhead, great!" She said, looking around and sighing. Brooke crossed her arms and looked at the girl named Charlotte.. Well, at least she seemed talkative "My name's Brooke.." She said, not really sure how to approach the conversation.

Brooke looked around for a bit before scrunching her nose "Smells like shit in here... At least we're four who come from the same.. 'wave' of people. Looks crowded, too.." She then looked at the other two guys in the room, raising an eyebrow. Decidedly, they weren't very talkative, so she turned her attention to Charlotte "What role were you assigned to?" She asked, wanting to make at least a bit of small talk.

She wanted to sit down, but she felt very wary of everything in the house. Plus the woman who led them here sounded crazy, so she didn't want to be skinned alive for breaking something.. Definitely a possibility.

Everything felt so surreal and unnatural. Monster creatures that hunted them at night? Food rationing? It all seemed like it was the end of the world for this town, and yet just a few days ago, she was driving from New York City to God knows where. She didn't even know how she got here. Only that her car was wrecked, and the last item that wasn't confiscated was a water bottle. A fucking water bottle. She was angry, and confused, but she couldn't let it pass. There was always a solution to a problem.. She just needed to find it and get the fuck out of here, preferably alive and well.

Deadwood Deer Dumplingboy AsterRose thespectacularstorm

 

[thespectacularstorm]

ACTIVE HOURS - roughly 11:00 am
56°F

Gideon König
Location:: Town Hall
Interactions:: Dumplingboy

His eyes caught a late bloomer moving past them but Kamila was more than capable of handling that on her own. Gideon didn't know how to react to Thilda, he just knew he needed to make her feel better. Maybe it was the fatherly instincts in him that have been carrying him in leading this town. Maybe it was because he had a soft spot for those much younger than him. Either way it didn't matter because he still was going to pull Mathilda into a hug. "What's your name by the way?" He asked as he stroked the back of her head while he held her against his chest.

"I still have to do a few other things, would you like to accompany me?" He needed to check in on a few of the others and make sure the place was running smoothly. The tall blonde stood and stretched out, offering his hand to assist her up so they could go on.

Kamila Gouldshell
Location:: Town Hall Courtroom
Interactions:: rakshasa

Kamila was starting to clean up the room after the commotion but another person arrived late. Her eyes gave the girl a swift glance but she continued with picking up trash and tossing it onto the cart. "Look at you, last one to come along so this must be your stuff. No, I'm not Pri. She's probably at home right now... or doing inventory after exhausting some of our supplies to keep you guys alive." She stopped and dusted off her hands. Next, she grabbed the umbrella and Excedrin that was lying about passing it to the confused girl. "I'm Kamila. Since I don't feel like going through this again you'll get the quickplay version. This is Southfield, you're trapped here and if you don't listen you will die a gruesome death by the monsters that hunt us at night, and listen to the authority. They were appointed for a reason so respect it. As for you..." The brunette stepped closer to the girl giving her a quick inspection. "Yup, babysitter, that's your job. I'll put you with Helia so she'll fill you in on the rest with your roommates. Oh! And most importantly, don't go outside at night." She gave her a thumbs up before swiftly taking the girl's hand. She needed to finish getting the amenities together the new group would need to survive and make sure their households haven't already gone into chaos.

She led Ed all the way to Bayview where she happily dropped her off. "Helia I got another one for you! She's cute so be nice to her!" She said before marching back to Town Hall and making a radio call.

Poppy Palace
Deadwood Deer Dumplingboy Delphine AsterRose

"What the FUCK did you just say?? WHY DON'T YOU JUST SAY IT TO MY FACE-" An enraged purple-headed girl stopped out from her room with a knife long enough to stab straight through the arm. Miko was hostile when talked about and didn't appreciate insubordination. She marched right up to the one she assumed made the comment and held the blade right up to Brooke's face. "So you think I'm a fucking crackhead huh? You want to see a crackhead I'LL SHOW YOU A CRACKHEAD!" She was about to slice the nose off the girl's face when another came running in.

"Miko calm down! You know Gideon will be angry if you kill someone.... again..." A very concerned brunette came rushing to their aid, holding Miko back.

"They had it coming, this bitch has it coming." Her eyes started to twitch but the other girl was able to calm her down when she brought her into the other room. There was lots of loud clattering but eventually things fell silent and the brunette came back out after shutting the door.

"Sorry about her, I swear Miko isn't normally like this... She's just... working some things out. I'm Priscilla by the way, the one who left you those notes and kept you from dying in a coma." The brunette was very bubbly and sweet as she introduced herself. "I apologize the place is such a mess we had a little... altercation last night... Javi was supposed to clean up but he had another job to do today." She took both Brooke and Char's hands and led them to the first room. "Here you'll be staying in here with me and Kitty. She's working right now so she'll be back later but feel free to make yourselves at home." The room was considerably cleaner than the common areas and held two cots and had personal belongings around the room. "I'll tell Kami we need more beds and blankets when I see her." Priscilla gave them a smile before returning to the group of boys. "You live in the living room. I'd be happy to help with anything but I do have to finish my inventory before the end of the day."

The Glades
Deadwood Deer KittOnyx

How he managed to get stuck with the three most annoying girls was beyond him. "If she dies out there that is not my fault." He sighed watching Angel sprint out the door. She likely had no idea where she was going, which parts of town were completely overrun, and Ares had no interest in chasing after her. "As for the rest of you, yes it is common to forget. You seem to have the most severe case we've seen thus far. I'm sure Priscilla would love to have a look at both you and the runner. We've tried to leave before but we just end up back where we started. That fog is some kind of barrier and every time anyone tried to cross through it they'd return with no recollection of leaving. Anyone over the age of a young adult just... never came back.. We know they had to have died because there was a time when we found bodies." It visibly bothered him to talk about the others that have turned up missing but his dull expression didn't change. "Listen.. as much as I don't want to go out of my way to keep any of you alive I don't want to see you die either. I have my own family to look out for and I'd appreciate if you didn't put them in danger with your own risks." It was likely the only shred of gentleness they'd see in him because of the soft spot he had for family.

A small brunette girl came downstairs to make lunch for the two boys upstairs but stopped when she saw new faces. "Hey. My name's Angela. Don't let Ares fool you, he's a big softy. If you need anything just let me know I'll have someone go get it for you." Ares groaned as she called him 'soft' but it only made the brunette giggle. Angela went into the kitchen and made two peanut butter sandwiches along with some orange slices.

Bayview
rakshasa screaming armadillo

"Hi! Nice to meet you! My name's Gianni but I'll also respond to just Gia." A bubbly teen who looked very undistinguishable in gender jumped up to shake Andrew's hand with vigor.

"And I'm Sun-hi but everyone calls me Sun or Sunny." A very short girl with glasses gave a small wave before another was thrust into the mix. "Welcome to our home. If you'd like we can give you both a tour. We aren't busy right now." Sunny was more than happy to get out of the house for the day or even just talk to someone new. It's been some time since they last met a new person.

"Make sure you go over the rules you two! And don't go past the market!" Helia called down from upstairs.

 

[Deadwood Deer]

Billie Tucker
Location: The Glades
Interaction: thespectacularstorm

Billie shrugged at Ares lecture. She was pretty sure keeping people safe was her job in this situation, but in order to do that, with all these critters running around, she'd need to be able to do some damage if she had to. "Alright, y'all, I'm gonna go find my shit, I'll be back before doors close," that last part was so Ares wouldn't holler again. Billie could retrace her steps pretty easily, especially given since all she had to do was remember landmarks and all. "And I'll see if I can catch up to the runner."

With that, she ducked out and started her search for the people she'd identified as possibly knowing or being able to be convinced to tell her who did know where her stuff was. Considering she was supposed to live in the same house as Ares, he'd be the last she'd investigate. She didn't see the hey-hey with crazy hair, probably because she wasn't on the streets, but she reasoned that this town was small and she'd run into her eventually. But the last place she saw Kamila was the town hall, so she went there. "Alright, Billie, you got six hours to find your shit."

Jason Meyers
Location: Poppy Palace
Interaction: Open

Jason didn't understand what was going on, but the situation was crap and he needed to wash his face. "Where's the bathroom?", he asked anyone who knew the answer.