| king arthur is a king |
[16 Jun 2012|05:28am] |
I'd like to ask everyone to please do their best to remain calm. I realise this is a very stressful situation, but panicking is unlikely to help.
I strongly encourage everyone to stay indoors wherever possible, preferably with other people. Those in the dorms and apartment buildings, check on your neighbours. Help each other out, if possible.
If you do need to leave, try and make sure you are with at least one other person, and that you have some sort of weapon at hand. Even a broom handle or baseball bat is better than nothing.
I know there are quite a few people around that are skilled in various sorts of combat. I'd like to try and organise a group of us who can act as protectors, and can help escort people around the town. If there is anyone who would like to volunteer for this, please comment with your name and abilities, and if you have any weapons (or know where to get them).
Everything will be okay.
[ FILTER: Camilla ]
How are you faring?
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[16 Jun 2012|08:22am] |
I have no idea what's going on, but whatever it is - I don't like it one bit. I am eternally grateful that my sister and boys are being spared, however. Not only do they not have to experience this darkness and all the terrifying things within it, but that means I won't have to fail as a mother try to be strong for anyone and can hide beneath my bed without guilt. Thank goodness those things aren't very smart, because I haven't been harassed by them since my retreat.
[Filter: Wes]
Please tell me this wasn't India's weekend. Are you alright?
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[16 Jun 2012|09:18am] |
Any other safe places besides the Wellness Center?
I am very jealous of Blythe right about now.
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[16 Jun 2012|09:21am] |
Well, this is most certainly and entirely unfortunate. I can't imagine what sort of phenomena could have caused this much darkness--and what are those things? [...] Frightening as they may be, I don't think they are anything to be worried about; they've not attacked me, mostly stalking.
If anyone is in need of help, please let me know, I will gladly escort you to safety.
[ANGELS.]
Are all of you fairing well? Do any of you need assistance?
[HYPATOS.]
I'm not going to ask you if you are doing alright, as I'm sure you're handling yourself quite well, but: do you need anything? A flashlight perhaps?
My company? I won't deny that, despite my better judgement, I find this incredibly unsettling.
eta;
[GENEVIEVE JONES]
Genevieve? A friend has requested that I check in on you.
Are you alright? Need anything?
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| [VOICE] |
[16 Jun 2012|10:03am] |
[ The feed crackling and scratchy, only silence and incoherent grumbling coming through. Then a thud, a few choice curses and Emilie begins to speak. Her words are slurred and jumbled, as though somehow getting lost in the back of her mouth--it's very apparent she is far past wasted. ]
Oh fuck this shit. Can't see a goddamned thing and--who the fuck are you? What! Keep staring, buddy, but it won't get you anything--holy fucking sh--you're ugly.
[ Silence. Rustling. Emilie sounds as though she's growing distant, walking away, and is shouting obscenities, threats at whatever it is. Though, from the sound of it, it has managed to startle Emilie just enough to deserve a sharp yelp from her--followed by the residual sound of something be thrown and making contact with a body. Silence again, just heavy breathing and the echo of jagged movement.
Then: ]
MOTHER FUCKER. LUCIE! YOU HAD BETTER BE BACK FROM WHEREVER THE FUCK YOU WERE!
These things are ugly and I am now out of wine.
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| 4~ [voice] |
[16 Jun 2012|11:56am] |
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[there's a hint of panic in Thetis' voice, as though she's doing her best to not seem as though she's worried. soft muttering about how she's a horrible mother is all that's heard at first.]
Is anyone out there close to the day care center? I...I need a little assistance, please. [the sound of something falling is audible nearby indicating that she's clearly moving around.] I feel so stupid... My son... I turned my back for two seconds to change the batteries and he... The last thing he said was 'Mommy, hiding!' and now I can't...
[a pause, followed by a soft gasp] I can hear someone moving, I'm sure it's him, just... Xander? [the feed cuts out, static filling the air.]
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| sixth ♘ |
[16 Jun 2012|11:58am] |
So, I've got a shovel and I'm not afraid to use it?
Does anyone need help?
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[16 Jun 2012|12:09pm] |
Are you kidding me!?
I know everyone is saying these things are non-violent but so unlikely! One of them definitely got into the dorms last night and I swear to god, they are just bidding their time. Freaking us out first and then making their move to repopulate their... whatever. Mutant rapists. It is just like The Hills Have Eyes.
And I totally abandoned my pepper spray when I moved away from LA!!!!
I’m pretty sure hairspray will work the same, though. And it’s not like I’m gonna need it for anything else right now... stupid dark. Stupid mutant rapists.
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[16 Jun 2012|12:16pm] |
Ok, fuckers. Got home early (because had I stayed the full length of my trip, I might've killed my little brother. Some things never change.), passed out because of jet lag and maybe a bit too much sleepy-time tea and vodka. Woke up, figured I had slept through until night.
Except it doesn't seem to end. I'm not bothered by this, nor those retarded "monsters" because you punch the fuckers long enough, they leave you the fuck alone.
TL; DR - I need to know one thing: Where the fuck is my Emilie? Sweetheart isn't answering her phone which leads me to believe she's drunk and I can't have her passing out in a ditch somewhere with these things creeping around.
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[16 Jun 2012|01:09pm] |
[LETHE.]
Where are you, sweetheart? I'm going to head over to the Wellness Center to see if I can help in any way. It's apparently unaffected by the darkness, would you like to come with me? I'm sure you'll be safe there.
[JAMES.]
Are you alright?
[OSIRIS.]
Why won't you answer your phone? Where are you? I want to make sure you're
Oh, god, he's
Did anything happen to you?
Fucking
[SET.]
I don't care any more than to simply know where you are.
And if you've hurt Osiris.
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[16 Jun 2012|02:11pm] |
I, for my part, am greatly annoyed by this sudden darkness. There's no way I can apply my make-up properly with only the light of a flashlight or candles. And I've found one of those things nibbling at my clothes. Seriously, what is this?
[Filtered to the photo shoot people]
I wanted to set the photo shoot on one of the next days, but I think you wouldn't want to shoot in the dark with random things around, would you? Who knows how long this lasts.
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| sif is terrified |
[16 Jun 2012|03:08pm] |
Ummmmmmmm so.
I know I shouldn't have gone outside and I'm REALLY sorry, but I really needed to go to the store to get some stuff and then this thing started chasing me so I had to run and now I'm in a tree in the Black Woods and I can't get down because there's something at the base of the tree that will probably eat me if I do.
Help? :(
Sent from my iPhone
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[16 Jun 2012|06:03pm] |
darkness bla bla bla
monsters bla bla bla
safe places bla bliddy bla bla
the important question to ask is, WHY ARE THESE THINGS NOT BLEEDING?
fuck this if anyone needs anything you've got fifteen minutes to tell me.
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[16 Jun 2012|06:21pm] |
I feel like this is all some sort of cosmic payback for allowing even the thought that Colorado was so peaceful and quiet in comparison to staying with the Boss in New York to even cross my mind. Mind changed. Colorado, you're a bastard too. No need to overcompensate.
Though I guess there are worse ways to spend a weekend than busting skulls with a baseball bat and thumbing through the entire available backlog of Batman comics.
[Filter: Marcel]
You all okay over there?
I mean, I'm figuring yes, because you're kind of a beast - but confirmation of your intact status certainly wouldn't hurt.
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[16 Jun 2012|06:48pm] |
Soldiers, get your M40's, your semi-automatics, and your frags and let's party like it's 1999.
Or 2012. Which it kind of already is. We just couldn't help but get ourselves a head start, apparently.
Kill count: 37. Anybody feel like losing? Try to keep up, children. ♥
[Filtered to Malcolm, Jocelyn, Mel, and Kaden]
Tell me you guys are okay, with people, and not tying a hangman's knot into a rope right now.
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| ninth flap~ |
[16 Jun 2012|07:30pm] |
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To anyone who has managed to arm themselves, or who have a tried and true technique for keeping themselves safe -- the following areas have proven to be safe and show signs of having working electricity:
The Wellness Center
The School Library
KaPOW Comic Book Shop
If you see someone struggling or in need of help it would be within your best interests to assist where you can, and if worse comes to worse alert someone in a position of authority.
...also, as a warning, do be careful if you see anything flying around. The creatures in the darkness have not shown this ability, and as such there is no reason to attack or shoot them. Thank you.
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| sixteen~ |
[16 Jun 2012|07:51pm] |
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I suppose it goes without saying that I expected more sunshine in the summer, and less... whatever this is.
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[16 Jun 2012|09:06pm] |
[Darkness in the Theatre was normal, Mel found it comforting to be shrouded in the dark; to be able to watch over a scene without having to be seen. She didn't fear the dark nor anything that may be held within it. If she was meant to die then there would be nothing she could do about it. Above all, Mel preferred to live her life without the fear of what might happen. (Even if she didn't always follow that rule.)
After her short conversation with Mordred, she found a large gangly creature stalking through the halls. At first she ran, instinctively. Her key ring jiggling with every step. The maze of hallways within the theatre memorized from the amount of time spent in the building.
Inside the scene shop, she turned on the small tap lights they used for backstage and pulled two long sharp pieces of metal. The thumping of large clawed feet running through the hall in a herd echoed as the creatures burst through the two separate entrances. Mel focused her eyes. She didn't need training, she had seen violence upon violence upon violence in her life. All she needed was a little luck.
The creatures jumped forward and Mel was there to meet them, sword-like metal pieces in hand she cut through them more like a savage and less like a skilled swordsman. By the end, a pile of dead creature bodies lay around her and she was covered in stage blood. The swords had punctured a gallon container in the midst of the fight.
She breathed in and out a few times, calming her nerves. Just when she thought it was over another figure ran through the door. In the dim light she could make out Mordred. She wasn't a weak little girl who needed saving, really she hadn't been one since she was very young. But she immediately ran to him and hugged him. Mel appreciated that he'd come for her.]
[Voice.]
For any that may care, I'm fine and with Mor- Fergus.
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[16 Jun 2012|10:14pm] |
I always preferred nighttime.
[Filtered to Phobetor]
Please tell me this is your doing.
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[16 Jun 2012|10:17pm] |
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I know a lot of people are scared, but I kind of like it being dark all the time. It's nice to be able to see all the time. Ummm. I guess I could help walk people places if they wanted. Or something. This is a really great opportunity for star gazing.
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[16 Jun 2012|10:38pm] |
As has been announced, get your shit together and come to the goddamned Wellness Center if need be.
Unidentifiables have been proven to be non-violent, so don't fucking bother with running. Most incidents we've had coming in have been accidental and self-inflicted. Yes, without light, you are very likely to trip over things, I don't give a shit if you're track state champion.
If the nature of the area itself didn't give a damn clue, yes, we have fully qualified medical professionals here. AND a team of psychs courtesy of yours truly. If you're on the verge of a panic attack, &etc, proceed here immediately. Or suffer alone without assistance, your choice.
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[16 Jun 2012|10:53pm] |
CHARLIE.
Where are you and Xander.
CHILDREN.
Not that I doubt your abilities to take care of yourselves since you are mine, but if anyone requires assistance, do pipe up, and I will act immediately.
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| thirty-four. |
[16 Jun 2012|11:13pm] |
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Fuck, man, I don't care what anyone says -- this whole situation is everything I've been training for. The darkness took some getting used to, and that shit in the shadows did too, but now that I've acclimated myself I'm pretty fucking thankful for everything my military instructors taught me and for all the zombie apocalypse stuff I've read.
I gotta say, my man is proving he's a quick study with an axe, and together I think we're a deadly duo. Fuck, this is not the time to be turned on. I feel like I've trained him well... and damn does he looks hot when he's being a bad ass.
[Filter: Aimon, Arron, Cyrus, Jake, James, Jazz, Lysander, Reeve]
How you fuckers holding up?
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| eleven. » [voice] |
[16 Jun 2012|11:16pm] |
[Each of the messages were short - efficient - and she sounded breathless, exuberantly chipper about the whole affair. Seriously. Excellent. There was something fantastically liberating in the opportunity for a little teeth-and-claws action.
But savaging the savage beast wasn't even remotely an excuse not to check in.]
[Filter: Penny]
You all right, baby girl? Need me to get you anywhere? Get you anything?
[Filter: Minions & Babies] (You know who you are.)
Status report, darlings.
Kill count. Injury report. Mental health terror alert. Tell Momma Coyote all about it.
[Filter: Henry]
[The joy tempers slightly - as much as she can manage - because she really honestly does try for him. And he worries and shit. So she - Well, she sort of worries? About him? In a totally not ridiculous way, of course.]
How y'hanging in there, handsome?
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[16 Jun 2012|11:46pm] |
( tl;dr: fear, feels and mal )
[TEXT: APOLLO]
Are you okay?
Where are you?
You're not hurt, are you?
Please don't be hurt.
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