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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 20, 2012 19:27:51 GMT -8
Micah stared at the object trying to discern what was under that white cloth. He had a bad feeling and regretted moving away from the others. Given the mood of the day, it certainly wasn't a puppy. He looked at the younger buff Asian guy, who looked like he could break Micah into white cloth covered box filling pieces. The guy definitely worked out like a mother fucker and if Micah wasn't privately shitting himself he could appreciate it. "Uh hi there guys, do you uh need me to leave? That's not a puppy is it? Your not going to uh cook it yeah? " Smooth... The two men stopped their work for a moment, and looked at each other, speaking just as heatedly, but quieter. The older man nodded to the younger one, who carried the object under his arm and continued digging around through drawers, pulling out large knives and pointy objects and laying them on the counter. The older man stepped forward and nodded politely to Micah, looking up as he talked as though he were thinking deeply about what he was saying. Micah saw he wore a name tag that read "JAMES".
James- "Haha, oh no, you are fine. This is my brother Eric, he doesn't speak. He tells me... Umm... He's looking for weapons. He's good soldier, he's finding good things. He has a good weapon for fighting. Oh yeah, he said everybody should go inside, bad things outside."
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Post by Suyoi on Sept 20, 2012 21:50:43 GMT -8
Dr. Victor leaned back, away from the woman cautiously. His lips bunched together under his nose as his eyes grew slanted. Pulse increasing slightly, though certainly not from a lack of compassion in her eyes, Dr. Victor shrugged his shoulders apathetically. The train of thoughts, calculating, categorized, and narcissistic, erupted out at once like a leaky dyke. "No. Quite honestly, I don't care what you are or were called or whatever you think. Your delusion, from whatever cause, does not impress me. Go ahead, if you must, rattle off some prolific or prophetic expression of whatever you believe yourself to be currently. Gabriel, Beelzebub, Death Incarnate, Hatred, Sorrow, the End of All Things, Batman... I don't care. I'm not so easily scared, if that's what you're thinking. I just cannot abide by your excessive malady which will cause harm to those people over there. So save your words for someone with a damned bleeding heart, Mary." Dr. Victor rose slowly, extending a gloved hand towards the positioned tables at his request. "Now, will you finish your cup of crazy and see if you can sit down on the table while I administer a candy bar to get your blood sugar back to normal levels?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 20, 2012 23:11:42 GMT -8
"Oh no worries, well good to have someone like that around.. I'm going back out. Nice meeting you both." Micah looked down to where the knife had dropped, bare inches from his foot. That could have ended badly, thankful for small mercies (his heart slowing down), he picked the knife up from the ground. He had been ready to shout fire or rape if they'd tried anything weird. He bit down his curiosity about the object, it wasn't worth riling this Eric guy up. Taking one last appreciative look at the buff shirtless man he made his way towards the entrance. "I'm taking this knife, I hope you don't mind" James - "Oh no, that's fine. This isn't our restaurant anyway, have good time."
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Post by DKender on Sept 20, 2012 23:29:33 GMT -8
As he eavesdropped, Alex couldn’t stop himself from commenting on the doctor’s unique bedside manner. Maybe it was the horror of that day, the fears that his parents were dying somewhere, the realization that the whole world was going to hell, but he didn’t feel much like being polite. “Don’t talk to her that way, Sir!” he suddenly barked. He stepped closer and looked at the bloody woman with evident concern. “Ma’am, let me help you to that table … please take my arm.”
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Sept 20, 2012 23:54:24 GMT -8
People begin to buzz about one of the new arrivals to the 3rd floor. A policeman has come in! A policeman! He has a handgun holstered, as well as a taser and baton and who knows what else! His radio is turned low but has constant chatter on it. Cop- "Oh thank god, people. Everyone should really stay up here right now! I know I am. There's no cloud of toxins or radiation that can come in, but there's... Just stay put, folks. Is someone taking charge?"
Sarah- "Kinda. I am REALLY glad to see someone with a gun. That news report is creeping me out. Are we really going to be attacked?"
Cop- "Yes... But not by anything intelligent as far as I can tell... Let's just stay out of sight until things settle down a bit, and we might not get noticed."
Anna- "What of these zombies? Is that what's going on out there?"
Cop- "G-g-god, um... Yes. Listen! If you see someone that you know can't possibly be alive, but they are moving... Run! They will try to kill you. S-Sometimes shooting them works and sometimes it doesn't." An announcement comes over the PA. It's Jackson's voice. "Attention, attention. Everyone needs to do their best to stay calm. If you feel like you need to leave, please don't harm anyone by stampeding. If you stay, we are meeting on the 3rd floor food court. There is a TV there with emergency information. It's not much, but you are welcome. But please, stop running recklessly. Don't hurt anyone if you don't have to."
Cop- "Who's that?"
******************************* All of the following takes place in as little time as it takes to say a few words, and no one initially notices it except for Alex and Dr. Victor.
The lady rebuffs Alex's offer with a brusque wave and a barking noise, and seems to be having a seizure. Weirdly, she can still be heard talking in that hideous voice, ignoring Alex and talking to the doctor. "Mary"- "Your callow sollipsism does not interest me, modern poppet. Your world is so much less vital than the elder times, the times kept alive in the hearts of people like young Alex here... The times when people knew well the fire beneath their feet, and walked with the humility of the transient clots of humors that they truly are..." Her voice was decidedly unnatural by this time, her flesh was beginning to tremble even as her bones stood stock still. Those minor cuts all flared to life with aggravation as if on hidden signal and the larger ones released streams of clear ichor, racing down her limbs like teardrops. Her face puffed and twisted with muscles no human should possess. Alex is paralyzed! He cannot move a muscle and the only life he still controls is that within his mind. As he looked at the bloody woman before, he felt like he was hearing vague whispers swirling behind him, but at the mention of his name he realized they were inside his head the whole time!
They coalesced in a single voice, ringing sharply through his skull like someone blowing an airhorn in his face. It said "Hell is hot, Alex! COME INTO THE FIRE!" He felt his legs lashed to the ground by invisible tendrils and the world rolled away from him.
From an outside view, Alex looks like he's standing still and tense, but doesn't really stick out in the crowd. Inside, he is subject to a very weird experience. "Mary"- "...But you guessed my name correctly, doctor, and for that you deserve a prize. I will tear off your head last..." Her eyes shot through with pink veins that ruptured and (impossibly) turned them a milky white. Blood burst then flowed from behind the orbs, blood rushed out of her nose and mouth at the same time, making her look all the worse, and he couldn't help notice the stuff looked a bit clumpy and brown like it had been congealing inside her for a while. "I am Ab-dhur, the Voice of Hatred, the truth behind all the pious lies of God's LOVE. PLEASED to fucking MEET YOU, Charles! ReeHEEEhEEEHEEHHEEE!!"
That's when the telekinesis started. Dr. V is in a different situation from Alex, but cannot move a muscle. Her hair is snaking all around her as if blown by an invisible wind, and Dr. V cannot control his body. He can still control his mind and speak though, and as loudly as he wants.
Alex's next post should describe the way he envisions the reality of hell, and the extent to which he actually believes in it or not. That will help shape the conversation in his head.
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Post by Gillsing on Sept 21, 2012 0:12:30 GMT -8
(As I was writing the first version of my post, Christopher posted his rather significant update to the situation. So Ben's intended action was interrupted.)Ben was about to go talk to Patti when the policeman arrived. He seemed serious about dead people walking around. Not just crazy people then, high on drugs or something? Maybe it was time to look for a sturdy stick after all. Just in case. But where would he find one up here? The best Ben could hope for would probably be a broken off broom handle.
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Post by DKender on Sept 21, 2012 0:36:48 GMT -8
As a child, Alex believed in a cartoonish hell: red horned men prodding sinners with spears as they all roasted together in a pit of fire. But then, when Alex was thirteen, his cousin Ally wrapped her car around a pole at eighty miles an hour. Ally’s spine broke. She was paralyzed from the neck down. Couldn’t speak right, either. When Alex visited his cousin after the accident and saw the young woman, once active and boisterous, imprisoned in her own body, he realized that this was hell. Hell was an eternity locked in place, isolated from friends and family. The ability to witness but never participate. No more running. No more enjoying a hearty steak. No more joking with his friends. Since then, Alex had feared Hell like mad; in his nightmares, demons chained him up and left him to rot. They stole his voice. They removed his limbs. Once, he dreamed that Lucifer himself kicked him in a tub of cement that hardened like a cocoon. To Alex, hell was more real than heaven.
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Post by kilnarak on Sept 21, 2012 1:27:44 GMT -8
(So... no one else notices the scary lady is being terrifying yet, right?)Nat made a face as the creepy British man came over, although he didn't offer any other complaint. Instead, the blonde forced a rather shaky smile, and said: "Th-Thanks... Basil? I, ah, I suppose that'll have to do f-for now." He spared a quick glance toward the doctor, but thankfully the man seemed distracted by the injured woman. He noticed when the policeman burst in, although he shied away from the man - he would be busy, talking to people who had a better idea of what was going on, who were more in charge. "Sh-Should we be finding w-weapons?" Nat glanced aside at his somewhat unwanted companion - but the man had helped (sort of) and Sarah seemed to be busy with more important things. Although, on the topic of weapons, Nat really wasn't sure what to look for. Clubs, knives? He couldn't imagine using any of them. He looked around, trying to see if he spotted any shops or stalls nearby that might have something useful.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 21, 2012 7:16:28 GMT -8
Patti ran up to the police officer. "Is that your patrol car out on Olive? Do you have shotgun or rifle in there still? I know you said we need to stay put, but I'm getting the distinct impression that we could use all the firepower we can get." Just then she saw something over by the tables that no person should ever see. The blood was flowing like water and the woman's hair was moving on its own. Her mind leapt to the clouds of black smoke. They were definitely moving independently of wind currents and each other. Patti felt her body lock up and her eyes began searching for an exit. Her breath became shallow and fast, her heart racing. Do something, damn it! She tried to move her arms but they felt like she had just finished doing a thousand curls. The semi-paralysis made her panic escalate even faster.
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Post by Suyoi on Sept 21, 2012 9:24:21 GMT -8
Dr. Victor's outstretched hand wanted to tremble; his knees wanted to give way and his eyes wanted to roll back into his head as he lapsed into unconsciousness. Of course, the poor doctor rarely ever got what he wanted. Horror is a terrible thing for a doctor to experience."Humility has never been my strong point, Mary. Survival, however... " The good doctor's following words were something akin to a very drunken William Shakespeare meeting Spongebob Squarepants: "FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT STILL STANDS, SOMEONE PUT DOWN THIS SAUCY FETCH!"
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Post by Gillsing on Sept 21, 2012 11:22:04 GMT -8
Ben heard the raised voice, but at first he had some trouble making sense of what the doctor was saying. And what was that thing in front of the doctor? Was that the pale woman? Was the doctor asking them to put that woman down? Kill her? What else could he possibly mean? If that thing had been in front of Ben, he sure would've wanted someone to kill it. He wanted someone to kill it right now. Someone with a weapon. Someone who wasn't frozen in place like Ben was.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 21, 2012 11:56:48 GMT -8
That's was until he heard the Doctor yell out an insane phrase. He had hoped the guy would catch some venereal disease from the icy cold woman but they weren't fucking in public were they? Curious, he peeked out onto the scene from the door and almost died. The woman's hair was writhing like a thousand tiny worms and she seemed to bleed from everywhere, creating a muddy pool of blood on the floor underneath. His heart was beating so fast it was practically humming in his chest. If this was how she reacted to the Doctor, what the hell was she going to do to the guy who had felt her up, albeit by accident? Micah crept slowly towards the scene for a better look, he suddenly realised what he was doing and jerked back the way he had came. Unfortunately he had forgot about the knife in his hand which stuck solidly into the wall sending him backwards into the little room with Eric and his brother.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 21, 2012 14:48:21 GMT -8
The doctor's cry hit Patti like a roundhouse to the solar plexus. She gasped in a deep breath and staggered forward a few steps. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. The doctor seemed rooted in place, as did the (shockingly handsome) young man that was nearby. The air of menace was palpable, even across the room. The freaky bleeding bitch wasn't looking in Patti's direction. She could take her by surprise. What?!?! Somebody needed to do something and Patti didn't see anyone else moving. She picked out an aluminum chair that sat about twenty feet in front of her and directly en route to the sludge blooded, tendril haired looney. She broke into a sprint.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Sept 21, 2012 15:14:37 GMT -8
The cop drew his gun, and edged past Patti.
Cop- "Back down ma'am!" Patti knew well enough to not be in front of a gun, and hoped the hot teenager and the doctor could get out of the way. What was wrong with them?
Anna ran up alongside Patti, and also encouraged her to stand back, with a wave and a frantic look.
Sarah and other citizens cowered away. Sarah ran to Nat and Basil, wordlessly gesturing for them to run and hide.
Basil- "I say!" Patti and Anna watched the scene in shock from 15 feet back.
As it turns out, there was no conversation to be had in Alex's head. His fear of hell was triggered by paralysis, and that fear somehow flipped upside down. He felt all hope drain away from him, replaced by a sliding feeling. He could see hell clearly and it felt so inevitable he just wanted to go right in and get it over with. Despair pulled him in so fast it was like a hole in the side of an airplane.
Dr. V felt the strangest sensation, the floor dropping away. The hideous creature held a hand up, and he lifted from the ground like a puppet on a string, three feet in the air.
Ab-dhur- "ReeHeeeHeeHee, Death HAS FOUND YOU, puny MORTA--" Gunshots rang out, and purple-black blood and gore shot out of her body in thick globby strings. She whipped her head in the direction of the cop with a snapping sound like someone snapping a crunchy breadstick. She casually waved an arm at Dr. V and Alex, without even looking. By an invisible force, both of them went flying into the air, ten feet back, the doc crashing into plastic tables tables and alex skidding across the floor, sexfully ripping his polo shirt. Alex felt his consciousness return, just in time for his vision to black out.
(Begin your next post recovering from momentary unconsciousness. Dr V, likewise, will need a moment to recover his wind and his footing.) Anna and Patti watched the freaky lady take six bullets and remain afloat, smiling with corn kernel-like teeth. The cop stopped shooting, standing about six feet away from her. He stared at her, uncomprehending.
Ab-dhur- "You're a good boy, Thomas."
She abruptly flew straight up. Before anyone could follow her rapid movement, the cop wheeled to look at Patti and Anna, pointing his gun at them, and there was nowhere for them to hide. His eyes were covered with the milky cataracts most often seen in the fish market. His lip split open with a ghoulish smile, running a thin stream of red down his chin.
Cop- "HahahahaHAHAHAHAH! This flesh dies!" He placed the gun under his chin, and fired, the top of his cap emitting a shower of brain matter and red splattering remarkably high.
IN THE KITCHEN--
James and Eric spun around, alarmed at the sound of gunfire. In one slick movement, the shirtless man dropped the covering off the object under his arm, his white uniform shirt fluttering to the ground. It was a small submachine gun. He held it like a pro, like a soldier from a movie. Micah bumbled out of the way, but the man waited patiently a moment for him to move. Absurdly, he nodded to Micah politely as he stormed out of the kitchen.
James held his hands at his chest nervously."Don't worry!" he told Micah. "He'll get them." BACK OUTSIDE -- A shirtless, buff Chinese man appeared out of nowhere, holding a police-issue submachine gun. He had it pointed at the dead cop, and approached very slowly, never letting the gun drop.
Anna began to move forward again, very slowly.
Anna- "Sir, I don't know who you are, but-"
The cop was pulled up like a puppet on a string.
Cop - "DIEEE--" His head burst with three shots from Eric, and he was down again... But still thrashing and spewing horrific fluids. The Chinese man seemed more interested in conserving ammo than stopping the horror show, but kept his gun pointed at the jiggling mess.
Anna- "Where the fuck did Linda Blair go?!"
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Post by kilnarak on Sept 22, 2012 1:17:27 GMT -8
Nat barely had time to register the terrible thing that the injured woman had become before Sarah rushed over to herd he and Basil away. Nat followed her direction blindly, a litany of oh shit oh shit oh shit playing over and over again in his mind. Something bad was happening, and it was happening nearby! He had get somewhere safe! Where was safe? He ended up cowering behind a table that he helped Sarah over-turn. It was only after he had reached this relative safety that the blonde looked out to see just what the hell he was running from. For a moment he saw the woman, a terrible waxen creature dripping viscous clumps of blood with hair that writhed like tentacles. But then that moment passed and instead he found himself watching the doctor, as the man was flung like a ragdoll to crash into a table only a few yards away. Nat suddenly felt that this fortress of safety had been compromised - but where else was there to go? And then there was the doctor... Well hell, the table was better than nothing. Nat rushed out and tried to pull the fallen Dr. V behind his shelter - Sarah seemed to have the same idea, and both found themselves trying to drag the man behind their makeshift barricade. The first gunshot nearly made Nat drop what he was doing and bolt, but he managed to keep from running like a coward. Each subsequent gunshot made him flinch, however he did not peek back around the barricade - he didn't want to see what was going on out there, or what was making those wet flopping sounds.
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