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jumpscares2015-07-11 02:53 pm
shuckit) wrote in jumpscares2015-07-11 02:53 pm
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(OPEN) COMMUNITY MESSAGE BOARD @ STARTER BASE
▶ WHO: Everyone!!
▶ DATE: July 9th 2015
▶ WARNINGS: none thus far
▶ SUMMARY: A place to share your ic infos, if you please! Thomas is a freaking busy body, and he wants to get all the clues about this place gathered up, so he's going to start writing stuff he's found/woke up with onto a wall in one of the labs, and leave notes around the compound for others to do the same.
[ in one of the lab rooms, you'll find a message (possibly with more messages) scrawled on one of the walls (literally ON TO it, with either pen or a marker). it reads: ]
[ because thomas is super good about being specific. and communicative. but basically, that's what he's posting here - notes. clues, useful information, curious things - information. the advantage the gladers had in getting out of the maze was that they were united, and cooperating for the same goal. thomas doesn't know anyone here, and only has maybe two pieces of what's a much larger puzzle. he needs the rest.
so, around the compound, you'll find scraps of paper that have been taped or pinned to walls (or written directly onto them) that read in the same handwriting: ]
SEE LAB ROOM [[ ROOM NUMBER HERE ]] FOR INFO
IF YOU FOUND SOMETHING, WRITE IT DOWN
[ again, he is awesome at being verbose. if your character decides to investigate the room, they'll find thomas's notes already pinned or written onto the wall, plus whatever is left in the comments below. thomas himself will likely be around more often than not, reading things, scrawling stuff of paper, looking contemplative, or being passed the fuck out in a corner, if they want to bug him. ]
[[ ooc; okay so thomas is a nut, and also i thought we could use an icly set up means for characters to share the clues they woke up with/stuff they found/whatever other information about stuff going down. if you want, put up a top level for the actual note your dude/dudette is leaving, and idk people can tag into it if they want to seek your character out and bug them? or write notes under the note you left? idefk, let's do stuff, go wild???
PS, IF YOU WANT THE TL;DR VERSION OF THIS, i tried organizing an IC list that Thomas would have made over here. It's not perfect, so don't consider that like end all be all, but thought it might help. ]]
▶ DATE: July 9th 2015
▶ WARNINGS: none thus far
▶ SUMMARY: A place to share your ic infos, if you please! Thomas is a freaking busy body, and he wants to get all the clues about this place gathered up, so he's going to start writing stuff he's found/woke up with onto a wall in one of the labs, and leave notes around the compound for others to do the same.
[ in one of the lab rooms, you'll find a message (possibly with more messages) scrawled on one of the walls (literally ON TO it, with either pen or a marker). it reads: ]
[ because thomas is super good about being specific. and communicative. but basically, that's what he's posting here - notes. clues, useful information, curious things - information. the advantage the gladers had in getting out of the maze was that they were united, and cooperating for the same goal. thomas doesn't know anyone here, and only has maybe two pieces of what's a much larger puzzle. he needs the rest.
so, around the compound, you'll find scraps of paper that have been taped or pinned to walls (or written directly onto them) that read in the same handwriting: ]
IF YOU FOUND SOMETHING, WRITE IT DOWN
[ again, he is awesome at being verbose. if your character decides to investigate the room, they'll find thomas's notes already pinned or written onto the wall, plus whatever is left in the comments below. thomas himself will likely be around more often than not, reading things, scrawling stuff of paper, looking contemplative, or being passed the fuck out in a corner, if they want to bug him. ]
[[ ooc; okay so thomas is a nut, and also i thought we could use an icly set up means for characters to share the clues they woke up with/stuff they found/whatever other information about stuff going down. if you want, put up a top level for the actual note your dude/dudette is leaving, and idk people can tag into it if they want to seek your character out and bug them? or write notes under the note you left? idefk, let's do stuff, go wild???
PS, IF YOU WANT THE TL;DR VERSION OF THIS, i tried organizing an IC list that Thomas would have made over here. It's not perfect, so don't consider that like end all be all, but thought it might help. ]]
neon-pink post-it
anyone know what it means?
woke up with it on a keycard
[ not even going to bring up the picture of callus the horse, that damn horse ]
neon-orange post-it
neon-pink;
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But, just in case:]
Big Horns suck
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Bullshit, it can't be.
Relief mixes with a sliver of panic and another sliver of concern. Then comes the doubt.]
and you'd know that how?
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their campus is ass for one thing
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it came with its perks
look I don't got time to take a trip down memory lane here
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are you going to sing for me or what
[nailed it.]
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thought I'd lost you
where'd you get off to?
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jesus joel.
went down to anaheim with batgirl to check out a lead and get supplies
where are you??
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[god kid, gonna give him a heart attack hearing about you going off with people you don't know or trust]
around the compound where I woke up
home at last
[SHE HAS BEEN VERY SUSPICIOUS OF EVERYONE ELSE JOEL BE PROUD.]
[And now she's just going to sit on the counter and wait for him to come back because this exchanging of notes is not enough, she needs to see that he's okay.]
welcome home baby girl
[They'll talk about that when they finally meet face to face again, which won't take long. Not only is exchanging notes not enough but it's frustrating, and it's pointless. She's around, he knows she is. Joel just needs to get to her and get his arms around her just to know she's real and that she's safe.
He appears some time later. He's dressed in red plaid, face scrubbed clean. There's not as much dirt under his nails. Living at the dam with Tommy and his group, it's been good. The two of them, they'd just been getting used to it, to a routine, to security. Joel might feel like he's walking on eggshells around Ellie at the dam after their little talk atop the hill after ditching the vehicle to take the hike, but he's not going to address it. He's going to do what he does best when faced with issues like that, he's going to ignore it, pretend that nothing is wrong.
His backpack is loaded with weapons; a shotgun, a long metal pipe, hunting rifle, his 9mm pistol tucked in the back of his jeans, molotov cocktails and nail bombs within the pack along with three shivs. It should be a familiar sight.
The expression on his weathered face falters when he spots her sitting there on the counter, relief making his shoulders sag and the tension slip away, exhaling on a heavy breath. ]
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He looks... good. Healthy. As clean as anyone else in this place - as clean as Ellie herself is, since she got too self-conscious to leave hygiene go. She's wearing new clothes, looted from Hollows and the towns she and Batgirl passed through on the way to Anaheim.]
Joel...
[His plaid blurs, along with the rest of the room. She slides off of the counter to the floor. She's terrified of destroying the moment, of doing something wrong and having him disappear or drop with a gouge through his side.
Five. Four. Three. If he's still there, still alive and well on one--
Ellie runs for him. She wraps both arms around his chest as she slams into it and starts to sob. She tries to say something, anything, and ends up just repeating his name to the lumberjack pattern of his shirt.]
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Joel watches her as her feet meet with the floor. She's standing there, she's unmoving. About to take one step forward and reach for her himself, to initiate that contact, he stops as there's unexpected movement. She nearly knocks the wind out of him as she rushes in. Shit - she's solid, she's real. He takes a shuddering breath and his hands are covering her shoulders, squeezing. She's alive. Ellie's okay.]
You're okay... [He breathes out, relieved. A hand slides up to cup the back of her head. It doesn't matter that they were caught in this awkward stage at the dam, walking on eggshells whenever switching out for patrols or whenever he'd return home from a shift. What matters is that she's here, now, and in his arms, and that she's safe.
A mental note is made to thank the "Batgirl" who had kept Ellie safe until he could show up.
As she repeats his name against his shirt, Joel comes back to the present, fully conscious of how she's crying. Christ, hearing her so broken like that, it just reminds him of when he'd found her in that burning bar, hacking at that man's face until he was barely recognizable. His grip tightens on her and he pulls away enough so he can get down on her level.]
Hey. We're all right, see? Look at me, Ellie.
[His fingers brush up under her chin; it makes him a little uncomfortable whenever he sees her crying, he just doesn't like seeing her upset. Especially over him.]
i'm so sorry, this month has vanished from under me
Sorry, you're side, I wasn't - [She scrubs a hand across her face and catches the edge of one of the bandages.] Jesus Christ, Joel. I didn't know if you'd ever wake up.
green post it
-thomas
pink post it
-j
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you got anything?
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