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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 9, 2018 20:27:55 GMT -8
Timothy-
"Good, yeah, you're on my side... I feel like this is going to
be a trick. They're going to take me down there and-- you know.
Bet everyone would like that."
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 9, 2018 20:38:18 GMT -8
 My smile faded.Gerald -
"Your safety is the police's responsibility as much as it's mine." It's the shrink I worry about more. |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 9, 2018 20:43:11 GMT -8
Timothy-
"Yeah, nothing's going to happen. All these people here...
And they're going in first, so we should be the safest for sure."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 9, 2018 21:56:55 GMT -8
((PLACEHOLDER FOR RYAN GETTING WAVED AHEAD))
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 9, 2018 22:01:35 GMT -8
With the rest of the expedition on their way down, Gerald was given the nod to go ahead.
Timothy-
"...No. Uh-- are we sure? This has to happen?"
Detective Rodriguez-
"I'll take up the rear on this, Officer.
Go ahead and I'll follow. There's not a lot
of room but I'll make sure you get
down there safely."
((Post here for now and then I'll tag you in the stairwell thread.))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 9, 2018 22:12:09 GMT -8
I nodded once.Gerald - "Let's go."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 9, 2018 22:23:01 GMT -8
((Actually let's post here for now, for simplicity, just pretending it's in
the stairwell.  )) The crowd on the deck parted for you, as you led the shuffling Mills along.
It was bad enough going up and down those stairs at the house, these ones
were steeper and slippery. You entered the stairwell door, hearing the last
echoes of the previous person's footsteps, and the closing of a heavy door.
Luckily you had a clip on your flashlight to attach to your pocket, because
this place was completely unlit and you needed your hands free. Shadows
whipped around with every movement, and you, and Mill's breath came out
in visible clouds. Rodriguez followed from behind at a distance, but it was
going to take you a good long time to get this shuffling guy down these steps
without him breaking his neck.
Timothy-
"I think something bad's going to happen..."
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 9, 2018 22:26:01 GMT -8
Gerald -
"Let's just focus on making it down these steps." |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 9, 2018 22:40:56 GMT -8
The last echoes of the previous occupant of the hall fade away, leaving just the three of you clanking down the stairs, Mills's cuffs rattling inordinately.
Timothy-
"I'm cold! It's so cold...!"
Rodriguez-
" *sigh* You won't die. I'll get you a jacket
when you get downstairs."
What are you thinking about as you descend into the darkness?
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 9, 2018 22:43:20 GMT -8
My attention is on keeping Timothy upright and my own feet are cautious.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 9, 2018 23:43:27 GMT -8
Timothy-
" ̢͓̈́אני҉͠ ̢כבר לא ͓̈́כאן. ҉̈́͠זה לא אני̢.... "
Detective Rodriguez-
"Knock that off! You're giving me a headache."
Whatever Tim was saying wasn't very loud, but something about the sounds
were like grinding glass in your ears. Maybe it was just the environment but...
((Please roll 2d10 + Soul! )) |
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 9, 2018 23:48:56 GMT -8
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 9, 2018 23:55:01 GMT -8
He was murmuring the syllables fast and low, like a mantra. It joined the other echoing sounds in a grating cacophony. The sounds burned through your sinuses, just as they had back at the house.
((Please roll 2d10 + Will and tell me what you think about this!))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 9, 2018 23:57:18 GMT -8
V2Lpx|jn This island was toxic. Whatever was causing this burning hopefully wouldn't have any lasting effects. ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 10, 2018 0:08:42 GMT -8
((Jara, I tagged you in a new thread!))
Gerald--
Ughh-- that sound. Maybe you were just getting a head rush from the c hange in pressure. It sounded like someone was talking, but you couldn't
hear them over the hum in your head. Then, when you reached the
landing-- your ears popped, and all the tension in your head melted away.
Timothy-
"--supposed to be here, so that's fine."
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