Downfall RPG

Who: Megan and Zane
When: Day 9, Evening
Where: Megan's room

He'd been told that Megan was okay and, for the most part, believed it given no one had rushed to get him to help with any injuries she'd sustained. Yet as the day went on and he hadn't seen the redhead about the hotel, he began to wonder. To turn his back and simply wait for her to show her face again would be easy. To always only think of himself would be the easiest way to survive of all. Yet he couldn't, and he tended to blame his medical training for the moral obligation. As someone who could help, he should. Now more than ever. Especially given that the woman had been attacked.

He questioned other residents of the hotel to find out where her room was, and the made his way there. Zane knocked on the door and called through, "Megan?" before trying the knob. He pushed the door open slowly, peering inside. "I came to check if you're alright."

( Some people just do bad things. )

WHO: Penny and Zane (the wonder twins! lawls that'd be funny, POWER OF AN UNEMOTIONAL PAIR OF THEATRE MASKS, GUESS WHO'S WHO!).
WHERE: Starting with Zane's room, up to the roof, and then back to his room.
WHEN: Day 10, some ridiculously early time in the morning, thinking 3:00-4:00.

( It seemed Zane was full of such surprises tonight. )

Who: Tayne and Zane
Where: The hotel lobby
When: Late afternoon, about 5ish

Tayne's second trip out wasn't quite as useful as his first. Going back to the scene of the attack had yielded nothing but a need for a quick get-away, since more monsters, this time a trio that resembled something feline, had found and squabbled over the carcass left behind and didn't like the noisy motorcycle approaching their feeding. He stopped a few times to investigate empty houses, but there wasn't anything left for him to take besides a few books for Dhaval and the rare frozen or shrink-wrapped dinner. The biggest find he made was a large tupperware of pasta, which he stuffed into his motorcycle saddlebags and then left behind.

The only real benefit to the trip was to finish his survey of the area. There were a few houses that smelled suspiciously of fresh fruit and tilled earth, but he didn't take the time to do more than mark them down on his map of the city to come back to, later.

At least this time he didn't get rained on.

( That fall flat. )

Who: Penny, Zane, Tony & Catie (NPC)
When: Day 9, late morning
Where: Around the hotel, then Tony's room

( Tony regained consciousness to a horrible smell and a pounding head and one side of his face felt like someone had tried to cleave it off. )

Who: Charity and Zane
When: Day 8, late afternoon
Where: Charity's room

He'd been to this room so many times he knew the way to it just as well as his own. In one hand Zane carried fresh bandages and gauze and tape, glad now for the stash of medical supplies that made his life a lot easier--he couldn't have imagined having to scramble every time someone was injured or sick. In his other hand he carried several bottles of water to give Charity. Now that the power was out the stairs could be tough going and even if she was doing well, Zane didn't want her straining herself unnecessarily.

He stared out the windows of the hallway as he walked, squinting against the sun that was sinking toward the horizon. Several stories up the destruction of the street was lost from sight and, aside from a distant plume of smoke, the world almost looked as though all was well. Zane had only to glance down at the clothes he'd been wearing two days in a row--clothes that weren't even his to begin with--to know it was not.

"Coming in," he called through the door as he knocked, really only giving Charity enough time to shout if she was in middle of changing or whatever else might make his presence unwanted. "I brought you more water." He hoisted the bottles up in the air as he made his way to her. "How are you feeling today?" he asked, slipping into the doctor routine.

Who: Rowan and Zane
When: Day 8, 1 pm
Where: The roof

( Had he really asked if his flying was supposed to look like that? )

Who: Joyce and Zane
When: Day 8, just after 9am
Where: The fitness center

( Much better. We might have you knocking people out yet. )

Who: Penny and Zane.
When: 2:00ish AM.
Where: Stairs, then Penny's room.

( The cut tag for this scene is going to be: Only Penny and Zane could somehow find a way to make the naked game extremely depressing. )

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Who: Zane, Penny, and Open
When: Day 5, 11:13pm
Where: Laundry Room

( He'd worn the blood stained cloth he had on currently around all day, his own personal burden. )

Who: Terry, Zane and Landon
When: 5:30am to about 2pm
Where: Out in the streets, on the way to and from the hospital

( Read more... )

Who: Penny and Zane.
When: 9:30 AM.
Where: Lobby of the hotel.

It hadn't taken very long for Charity to fall asleep. Penny stayed for a few minutes after the woman had passed out, busying herself by tidying up the room a bit, just making sure everything was really okay before leaving and shutting the door quietly behind her. Zane had said he would be waiting for Terry in the lobby, and she figured he'd appreciate an update on his patient; not to mention, she had to get to the bottom of this whole doctor business. He seemed so reluctant to talk about it, which just intrigued Penny all the more. She was determined to get something out of him- even if it wasn't the whole story- by any means necessary. She could be very persuasive when she wanted to.

Taking the stairs down to burn off some excess energy and to not make her appearance quite so noticeable, she walked out into the lobby and behind the desk, grabbing the key for room number 601 to hand to Zane. Straightening up, she noted him standing by the door, and walked over, tossing first the key and then his carton of cigarettes his way. "So how large is your penis, really?" Penny asked, lifting a brow and leaning against the wall opposite him.

Who: Charity, Penny, and Zane
When: Day 4, 6:30am
Where: Mostly the hotel Dining Room

( Dining Room tabletop surgery. )

Who: Vianne and Zane
When: Day 4, 10:12pm
Where: Outside the hotel

( She was the worst injury he'd seen so far from someone who was still alive, which made him wonder who else could be out there hiding, bleeding, and dying from the inside out. )

Who: Terry and Zane
When: Day 4, 12:47pm
Where: Main Entrance

He had spent part of the morning lurking around the lobby, ducking outside for a smoke now and then, pausing to do a make shift surgery, only to come back and wait some more once it was over. Terry and the others had yet to return and Zane wondered how long he should wait before the thought of going back to the house to check on them became a serious one--if he could remember the way, that was. He wanted his gun back, and just as much he wanted to pick up his conversation with Terry about defending the hotel. ( He'd already wandered around the ground floor looking for weak areas, ideas forming in his mind. )

Who: Rowan, Liah, Terry, Verity, Zane
Where: The house the trio and kids have been staying at
When: Mid to late afternoon

( Hey, open up! It's Rowan! And company! )

Who: Zane and Paige
When: Day 3, 11:21pm
Where: Paige's Room

( 'And I’d be worried if you didn’t take getting your ass kicked by a girl seriously.' )

Who: Verity, Rowan, Terry, Paige, Zane
Where: An abandoned parking lot with plenty of barbed wire fencing
When: Late morning, coming up towards noon

Verity was very jumpy. He was sure Rowan was as wary as he was being out here, but he didn't think his companion was jumping out of his skin every time the hot, heavy air moved a plastic bag too loudly. He wasn't sure because he kept looking every direction but at Rowan, hoping to not have to see the younger man's quite deserved scorn. He tried to calm down a bit, but the walking stick he'd found (a good sight easier to swing around than the poker) kept springing up almost on its own. He wished he'd been able to sleep a little more. He might be feeling a bit less, well, insane. Resting the cane on his shoulder, he took a deep breath and another look around, still avoiding looking at Rowan. Maybe if he pretended hard enough to not be a dork, it would become true.

He spotted what he'd been looking for then. Verity had spent a lot of time since he'd witnessed Rowan's attempts last night trying to decide what the best place would be. They needed space, they needed something big enough to jump off of and small enough that Rowan's probably weakened legs wouldn't break in the likely event of impact. And they needed someplace as secure as they could find. Rowan would be busy. He'd seen his friend's concentration before. And that meant Verity would have to try and make sure that he didn't injure himself. Which really didn't leave anyone to watch for monsters, and Liah had to be home to watch the kids. This whole adventure was ill-considered and irresponsible, and Verity felt terrible for going at all.

That said, he wanted to see Rowan fly. And now he saw an opportunity. "There!" First thing he'd said in a while. He pointed with his trusty stick. The parking lot was only about a quarter full, the cars mostly concentrated in one corner. The fence was high and topped by barbed wire. And the gate had a fairly complex latch on it. "I think that's the best we'll find. We can try there." He pushed his rather sweaty hair back as he pointed, looking over at Rowan with a bit of a grin. He couldn't help being excited.

( And falling flat on your face. )

Who: Penny and Zane (bwaaaaaaaaaaa hahaha).
When: Day 2, around 10:00ish PM.
Where: The hall...way...? And then who knows. TO INFINITY, AND BEYOND.

To be honest, Penny could have slept much later. Which was amazing, considering she rarely slept at all, and the grogginess she felt leaving her room due to oversleeping was so foreign to her she thought she was perhaps turning into one of the monsters screaming outside. But then, that had been what had woken her up in the first place; the commotion outside made it incredibly hard for Penny to even pretend she could remain comatose through it all. So she ambled slowly out of the hotel room with a pen and paper in hand, rubbing the back of her neck for a change in scenery. Her window opened up onto the alley, and she thought she remembered seeing the one in the hallway opening up to the street.

Sure enough, when she got there, she saw monsters and screamers all around. She wondered if there were any poor humans stuck in that din, but from what she could see there weren't any. Penny slowly slid down the wall and sat under the window, using it's light to illuminate the paper. She wanted to make a checklist for herself, and she wanted to keep an eye on the monsters. Mutlitasking, check.

Penny tugged on the hem of her overly large shirt, working at her lip. It was an old shirt of Tre's that she had stolen a long time ago, and she took when she left in the divorce. She had tried to call him again before she fell asleep, but once more she reached voicemail. It was time she admitted he was most likely gone, but Penny decided she'd call every day until her phone battery died. It was worth a shot, right? She smiled softly and cleared her throat, tugging her shirt down a bit. She probably should have thrown some shorts on or something before she left her room, but she was comfortable as she was. Besides, who else was going to be wandering around this late?

Who: Charles, Landon, Megan, Zane and Terry
When: Day 2, 4am/Morning
Where: Convenience Store, Gun Shop and then the Hotel

( Ah think it's safe guys but... )