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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 28, 2012 5:49:11 GMT -8
Anna- "You guys are a riot, but no buddies til we get to the street. On the stairs, um, me and Seth in front, you two and Peg in the rear, all other Cornish kids in the middle. Make sense?" She got her weapons in order, and went up to the stair door.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 28, 2012 5:52:40 GMT -8
Seth nodded to Anna, and moved to the stairwell door. He pushed it open, revealing the gaping darkness inside. He moved inside, everyone holding the door open for each other until they were all in the concrete echo chamber. Seth and Anna moved down the stairs surely, quickly but not even at a jog. Everyone's eyes darted around, looking for something terrifying to loom out of the twisting shadows caused by the road flares.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 28, 2012 5:58:03 GMT -8
People had a more difficult time than before speaking above a whisper. They strained to hear anything unnatural and dangerous above the soft roar, screech, and patter of their nervous footfalls. Anna- "What are the odds they let us out without a fight?" She spoke very softly between breaths. "We're a pretty fiery crew."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 28, 2012 6:02:11 GMT -8
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 28, 2012 6:10:45 GMT -8
Seth suddenly came to a halt, Casey bumped in to him full bore, and almost knocked him forward. The strong smell of sulfur coming from the flares concealed the scent that would have preceded what they saw. A dark shape gently bobbled around the 5th floor doorway like an errant balloon. Casey- "...Angelina....!" A pale face looked up at the name, as though with recognition. Smooth dark curtains of hair floated gently next to the face of a young Asian girl, like she was just relaxing in an invisible bath tub. Her eyes glinted in the pink haze.
Angelina (?)- "Ehhhh...."
Seth- "DON'T LOOK AT HER!" Time should have had the decency to stand still for the drama, but did not. The forward momentum of the group barely broke as they faced the gallery of human ruin. Anna- "No." Her torch blasted weird green and orange sparks for a moment as it sank into the liquid substance of the sad dead girl. She burst like a hydrogen balloon and Seth and Anna kept walking through the burning scraps.
Anna took nervous note of the fact her road flare was dimmed to about half strength by that use. Casey- "Oh my GAW--" Seth gave a glance over his shoulder, and shook his head at him, and Casey closed his mouth with a little whimper.
Then two more sets of glinting eyes showed themselves, their faces warping with the unnatural blackness and the wavering pink light.
The creatures unfolded from the ceiling like seaweed from under a rock. The Cornish kids sank beneath them to avoid the touch of the dead. The hopeless looking vaporous things resembled a young man in a janitor's uniform and a teenage boy with his cheeks hollowed out to bowls. They keened like dogs in a kennel. Peg and Alex's torches puffed and shot sparks. Seth stuck his torch out and sliced it diagonally through the air at the oncoming dark billowing creatures. They seemed to swell larger for a terrifying instant and then they too erupted into black burning tatters. A swirling miasma flew into Seth's face, his torch down to a pathetic tiny flame.
Seth- *cough* Damn it..!
He had to drop the sputtering torch to wave the sparks away, and the group continued on.
How far were they? They lurched at uncomfortable passes, careened off walls, herded like cattle through chute to hell.
An unholy blast of metal blasting apart and screeching hinges sent a shock through the crowd. Somewhere below something terrible was happening. The frightened began to surge back, but Peg stifled them long enough to shout to Seth. Peg- "KEEP ON OR GO BACK?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 28, 2012 6:56:48 GMT -8
Seth- "I'll go ahead!" Seth twisted around to pull the shotgun out of the bag, Casey stared at it like he'd just pulled a severed head out of the rucksack.
Briar- "Oh my god oh my god!"
Anna- "Hush!"
A loud clatter suddenly made all voices insignificant. It was like someone was throwing desks in the stairwell, and they were falling upward.
Seth ran forward and down the stairs with the shotgun, into the darkness. Anna ran after him, holding the weakened remains of her torch to light his way. Suddenly the desks stopped falling upwards, and merely banged around in place, somewhere below.
Only a couple seconds passed before Anna came running back first, with Seth following behind her.
Anna- "GO BACK NOW! TAKE THE FIRST DOOR INTO A HALLWAY NOW!!!"
It was hard to redirect a crowd in a cloistered space in the best of circumstances, but these kids sprang in reverse like human fleas. There was hardly a moment to register what was going on, before everyone spilled out into the fourth floor hall.
Anna- "There's another stairwell at the end of the hall, just one more floor!!"
This hall was neatly empty, some large posters of very clean typography lined the walls, not that anyone was looking at that. The group ran so fast they skidded several feet past their destination at the other end before righting themselves.
BANG! Behind them, the door they had come from was tossed open, and three plastic chairs were flung out like shrapnel from an explosion.
Seth- "GO!"
In the new reshuffling, Anna ended up in the lead with Briar, followed by Peg Casey and Ibi, then Seth Nora and Alex, then Micah Mega and Chelsea. As Anna and Briar crowded into the stairs, their limbs were jammed and battered by the tiny space. Briar slipped and flew into the darkness, slamming against a wall and somehow still staying on her feet. Anna was sympathetic but couldn't let them slow down. She caught the girl by the arm helping her get right and going. Anna- "Can someone pass us a good torch up here?!"
(PCs! Perhaps it is a good time to get attacked from behind by spooky ghosts? )
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 28, 2012 14:19:11 GMT -8
(( Oh okay if you insist )) Fucking hell, why did he decide to come? He had always hated ghost rides at fairs and the royal show. He had never told anyone but he'd actually never been on one. When he was a kid they gave him the willies and he'd always chickened out. Then when he was older he pretended he was too cool, but really there was still a little bit of him that was still too cowardly. Well now he was in it for real and he was fucking scared. The chaos didn't help either and the reshuffling left him somewhat disorientated. He looked behind himself for Alex but instead a wispy blonde kid waved towards him, a fucking ghost. The ghost looked quite young and was wearing a blazer that would have better suited the 80's. His hairstyle was reminisce of Morrissey. The kid continued to move towards Micah and the two girls, flicking in and out like a wick on a candle. Micah moved quickly poking the ghost in the eye with the flare and the ghost went up in a blaze of ash and flame. Micah hightailed it after the others not looking back again. He hoped this real life ghost train would end sooner rather than later, he wanted fucking off.
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Post by DKender on Nov 28, 2012 15:18:08 GMT -8
Alex held it together like a champ until the desks started flying around the stairwell. Well, no doubt about it anymore: there was a demon in the building. At that point, he made a pathetic whimper-like sound and stammered out an insensible Latin prayer to the angels as they ran. "Angele, qui c-custos es mei ..." Chairs burst from the door behind him with a horrible clatter! "AAH! JESUS CHRIST!" So much for bravery, huh?"I can't help it!" Wait. Did he just verbally reply to his own thoughts? That can't be good. At least, in the chaos, he doubted that anybody else had noticed. Then, Anna asked for a flare, so Alex pushed his forward. "Take this! Somebody pass it to her!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 28, 2012 22:25:55 GMT -8
The torch surfed the crowd and found its way to Anna. As she was turning to see it come, Briar froze in her tracks. The surging crowd pushed her forward off the stair and she fell into the face of the dark ghost that had paralyzed her.
Luckily she fell with her hand leading, and she had been holding the still somewhat fiery remains of Anna's torch. The party once again found itself walking through a pyrotechnic display, as a portly former drama major became a ball of fire. Alex saw Anna backlit by the flames, turning her away from him with the torch in hand, looking like something out of a music video.
They went on, things going well for a flight and then... without realizing it at first, they all walked into a patch of utter blackness. The flares disappeared from sight - but they could still hear the soft hiss and feel the heat.Anna's voice- "Just touch somebody, stay together... We're almost there..." YES! The third floor! AKA, street level for the back door, where the party came in. Natural light and the road flares come into view as the people rush out of the stairwell.
Anna doesn't hesitate to run out the door into the parking lot, followed by the rest. Go to The Streets.
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Go to The Streets unless you are Micah. PLACEHOLDA!
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 1, 2012 2:48:24 GMT -8
In a second, everything had gone dark, like someone had cut the power. Of course, how could every flare in the room go out at the same time? It was a disorienting, and panicking moment in the utter darkness, it took a few seconds to realize that the stairwell had also become completely silent. Micah blinked a few times, and the pink light returned slowly, like the house lights coming up in a theater. His flare returned to life slowly, the flame greatly dulled from before, but enough to at least see where he was going. He didn't see anyone around... The obvious thing to do was keep descending. How many floors was it again? Just the one, wasn't it? He moved down the stairs, a drop of sweat fell into his eye and stung. He hadn't realized how sweaty he'd become, the hall seemed unbearably muggy and sweltering. Down and around the stairs, it was difficult to not just run full bore but to trip could be deadly. The dull hiss of the flare gave way do a different sound, a sort of... buzzing. Like flourescent lights. But that didn't make sense. Down and around, and down... He felt like he should have reached a door by this point. The pitiful light from the flare was not enough to see further down the stairwell. God it was hot... A small thing brushed against his face and Micah felt his skin crawl. Down, down... Then again. Bzzt, the thing flew past his head, and then around again. A fly. A movement caught his eye, and he saw several flies buzzing around the stairs lazily, bloated and black. A door opened below him. Not violently, like the one that had erupted with desks, but like a person had opened it. He ran around the corner, and saw a vague grayish light pouring out from an open door, and an unfamiliar face peering out of it. It was a middle-aged man with very eerie pale blue eyes. He regarded Micah with a slight nod, and then lightly shook his head and sighed. Pale-eyed man- "It's not safe down here, man. It's not safe. You should go back upstairs."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 1, 2012 18:10:23 GMT -8
The darkness seemed to engulf him, there was no noise, nothing, like every single sense in his body had been switched off. The others must have stopped moving or something. A niggling feeling of something wrong began itch at him. What if there was a hoard of ghosts ahead, swallowing them whole before they could so much as squeak? Now it was growing and waiting to finish it's last bite, him. He had wondered what it was like for those ghosts but he didn't want to find out for himself. He started stumbling and waving his hatcheted hand about in the hopes of finding another body (hopefully without decapitating them), when the pink glow of the flare rose, slowly coming back to life... “What the fuck happened? Is everyone okay...” He asked nobody. The staircase was empty, void of anyone else, they had deserted him in the darkness like rats on a sinking ship. It was his sixth birthday all over again. The walls seemed to swim in the pink glow of the flare as if moving to some unheard melody. His rising unease caused the staircase to appear to twist and turn, the stairs looking more and more like jagged teeth. Fear and panic began squeezing at his heart, making it hard to breath. Alone, in some forsaken cunting art school, in some fucking city that he couldn't navigate his arse from his ankle in. Micah took a deep breath, he was being ridiculous, they were probably just around the corner waiting for him, yeah... just like his sixth birthday party. “Guys? Are you there, fuck! Please... I'm fucking f-freaking out here..GUYS??!!” ...just like his sixth birthday party. He fucking hated surprises, but this wasn't a surprise party and the only reply was an echo of his own plea. The lonely emptiness greeting him like an old friend, it always knew that he'd return. --------------------- Micah felt woozy in the sweltering heat, what the fuck was causing it? He couldn't blame the heating, the power should be dead, maybe it was gas, did that still work? Yeah, right. Maybe it was him having a hot flush like a menopausal woman. Anything to avoid considering the supernatural. It was fucked up that it had gone from the most ridiculous to the most reasonable explanation for crazy shit. The urge to run was killing him and he felt like a racehorse with the starting gate jammed closed. Then the flies buzzing around like a choir of the damned, if he wasn't so alone, so fucking alone and fucking freaked out, it would almost be like home. All it needed was the smell of fish and chips and some fucked up uncle telling him he was nothing but shit. He could almost hear his uncle berating him for getting separated from the others in the middle of an apocalypse. He hoped Alex was alright and they weren't all fucking alone in an endless fucking staircase. It was so fucking hot, it felt like his skin was melting off and leaving a trail behind him. Then the door opened, he ran to it hoping that the others were just around the corner.. Instead he was greeted by a grey light and a even stranger man. Was this the dude that Nora had mentioned? He didn't looked haggard like Abdul had or sick like Mary but it never hurt to be certain. Those eyes seemed to glow in Micah's freaked out state and paranoia had drenched it's oily bones deep within Micah's pores. Micah looked at the man but his whole body inched towards the other way, ready to run at a moments notice. “W-what the fuck is down here.. I...there weren't any other floors. Umm if you could be any tree what tree would you be? Who are you?”
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 2, 2012 5:57:27 GMT -8
???- "Hey, just... listen. Downstairs, that's where the gallery is. You don't wanna go down there. That's where all this started, it's all coming from there." The man spoke in a dulcet tone. Though his face did little to calm Micah, he seemed to have a placid expression. He wore a festive looking burgundy blazer with a few colorful pins around the lapel."Just go upstairs, get a drink. I'll see you around." The man slipped back through the door. The grayish light behind him disappearing through the crack until Micah was again alone in the muggy pink stairwell, flies buzzing around his head.(Micah, keep going downstairs or through the door?)
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 2, 2012 15:37:53 GMT -8
The man reminded Micah of an owl, the rest of his features lost in the prominence of his eyes. The burgundy blazer was an off putting contrast. What bothered Micah the most though, he had avoided Micah's innocuous questions completely. Sure, he probably would too without just cause but it did add some possibly possessed points to the man. He could have at least given his name before racking off. He was alone with only the fucking flies for company. This was turning out to be a blazing shithole of a day. If he didn't take some action, he would be stuck here for eternity melting slowly into the floor. The flies would lay maggots in his eye sockets... Micah shook the imagery from his head. The guy had told him not to go downstairs, what exactly had started down there? Micah hoped it was just whatever was going on here, because it would be just his luck to stumble upon the actual apocalypse origin. With that thought, Micah scuttled into the room with hatchet raised, after the possibly possessed stranger like any good horror movie victim. "S-sorry, I-I'm kinda lost and you didn't give me your name? C-can you please tell me your favourite Simpsons character... please?" Micah almost whined in his fear.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 3, 2012 0:33:46 GMT -8
The man was farther away than he'd expected, walking around the curve of the hall before turning to face Micah for just a moment. Weird Guy- "(vague quiet phrase)" Did he say "I like Bart" or "It's like art"?
He disappeared around the curve of the hall.
Now that was a little weird. The layout of other floors included no curves of halls. In the others, there was pretty much a straight shot in either direction, a wide main hall that included large windows at either end. This one, had neither.
This floor was evidently a narrow hall that gently curved back and out of sight at both ends, barely lit in the flicker of his road flare.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 3, 2012 1:34:48 GMT -8
The whole area was lit in a strange grayish light, that seemed to emanate from nowhere. The light fixtures looked as dead as any of them, and no window was in sight, yet Micah hardly needed the road flare to see.
The art on the walls were large framed posters, but the surface glass over them was too reflective for Micah to see behind. Instead, he saw only the vague phantom of himself, the road flare flickering near his face, and under-lighting him in a most ghastly way.
The world seemed weirdly quiet, other than his own breath and the flickering flare in his hand.
The hall had a few doors in it, which were marked only with room numbers and otherwise blank and firmly closed.
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