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JUMPSCARES MOD. ([personal profile] monstermasher) wrote in [community profile] jumpscares2015-07-09 11:52 am

( OPEN ) GAME START.

▶ WHO: Everyone.
▶ DATE: July 9th, 2015 (Day 1)
▶ WARNINGS: Blood, violence, general zombie horror.
▶ SUMMARY: You've met with a bad... however that line goes. Welcome to Earth.

GOOD MORNING!


Please try and ignore whatever it is that you just heard. It should only last for up to a minute... maybe.

It... it is morning, right?

There are no windows.

There's a light, but it's barely considered one. The compound runs on a solar generator, but that doesn't mean it has a lot of power. The light seems to be hanging from the ceiling, swinging precariously. That's when you might actually start to wake up, sit up, find the things that are familiar to you... and then some of the things that aren't. It'd be wise to explore the small room you're in before leaving through the steel door, but there's nobody around to tell you that.

Outside is a tightly knit compound, just as dark and metallic as the room. The hallway you're in houses dozens more doors identical to yours, and if you're unlucky there may be more people poking their heads out through them, just like you. There's a dull glowing sign that reads MEDICAL BAY but not all of you remember being hurt. Some of you may be just fine, apart from the memory of the sound you heard when waking up.

The Medical Bay is stocked with enough medicine to last a couple of months. There's almost everything that can be found in a hospital. Somebody was thinking ahead.

Outside of the Medical Bay are more doors, some are even locked—many aren't. There are living quarters, a food storage, a kitchen, some laboratories; even a room full of computers and nothing else, all with a screen asking for a password. There's only two doors out of the compound, a vehicle bay with what appear to be a few military jeeps and trucks, and the front doors. It's on the inside of the front doors that something is painted in bright red, flecked with what smell like blood:

DO NOT GO OUTSIDE WITHOUT A GUN AND WATER.
GUNSHOTS ATTRACT THEM.
HOLLOWS IS 1.3 MILES NORTH OF HERE.
GOOD LUCK.


And on the outside of the doors, if you choose to open them:

THE WORLD ENDED JULY 3RD, 2015.


Now... how long ago was that? And where is this place? Luckily for you, Hollows is a small town that can be raided. It hasn't been too long since the apocalypse—surely you'll be able to find something there. Batteries, food, weapons, maybe some people—and what you're guaranteed to find. Them, whatever that means.

Outside of the compound there's a fence with a single gate. Nothing can get past this unless you let them in for tea, so be careful. There's a shooting range and a large shed full of weapons and ammo, enough to last two months if you're careful. Guns, knives, anything that would be used by the military and police is hidden away in the shed. There are even a few hunting bows with arrows.

If you climb up the ladder to the top of the wall, there's enough room to walk along the top. There's definitely something moving in the distance, something you should definitely be worrying about. Maybe it's time to get a good look with a sniper rifle...?

Oh.

It's gone.

Maybe it was just a trick of the light. Regardless, it's impossible for everyone to stay in the compound forever. There are nefarious things at work! The choices are to go to Hollows, stick around, or go somewhere else. Really, the world is almost a blank slate. Maybe more of a used slate, but still yours to explore.

When the night comes, you should be hiding. The screamers, the ragers, whatever the hell they are, are running full tilt through the streets and across the landscape, running through anything in their way, ripping apart anything alive. If you don't make any noise, they won't notice you. Especially since they're stuck listening to each other. But if you get noticed by one, it won't be long until a horde forms... you might be able to outrun one for awhile, but they don't seem to let up on their breakneck pace. Maybe someone should have told you how to kill them.

OOC NOTES.


There will be zombies in Hollows. Whether you meet them on the way there is up to you. Apart from the undead and the animals (maybe somebody should let those poor creatures out of their houses) the town is completely deserted. In fact, the closest thing you can find to a human are the bodies of those who died without being bitten, and there's even few of those. You can find anything you'd find in a normal town here, and are free to loot and raid the houses and stores—the cops won't be coming, after all. The power is OFF apart from what you can find that is solar powered or still has a charge. If you're lucky and find another town while exploring the first few weeks, you might find an area that still has power—thank hydroelectricity.

Just keep in mind travel time... and travel expenses.

You have creative freedom over everything else. The world is open. The only stationary places are landmarks and cities—if you want to go to Texas and talk to the poor astronauts stranded up in space, it's there. (Might be a long trip, though...)

If your character can figure it out by geography before getting to Hollows, the compound is located a few hours from the west coast, in California.

The way to kill a zombie is blunt force to the head. The head doesn't need to be removed, but significant damage needs to be done to it. This does not include the throat—it needs to be a headshot.

There's also a glaring hint. The computers in the compound, asking for a password. It is impossible to hack at this time. There will be more on this later!

Finally, if your character is exploring outside of the compound (or extensively inside of it) there's a comment here for linking me the thread. You can also PM me! I'll be ducking in with what your character may or may not have found, via a response to the actual RP thread.

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS please direct them here!
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[personal profile] axeyou 2015-07-27 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Music could be the Capitol. That familiar little theme, as pictures of the dead flickered in the false night sky. Johanna nearly hums those opening bars, but resists that inadvertent impulse. Music could also mean Katniss is going crazy, but who could blame her? If she is going crazy, Johanna might actually like her a little more.

As it is, Katniss' near friendliness leaves Johanna feeling more than a little wary. She doesn't actually suspect the precious Mockingjay to be any kind of double agent. Katniss is too stupid to play that game. She could be a Mutt, but that, too, seems kind of unlikely. There's something in those big ol' eyes of her that's just too dumb for a Mutt.

So then what is this? Johanna considers her options, mentally, for maybe a split second. She doesn't do allies. She doesn't do team-ups. She doesn't really do anything that would leave her reliant on someone else, especially not Katniss Everdeen, whose idea of winning was to fall in love and then weasel out with a double-suicide by poison. Big gesture, very little suffering, huge result. Clever, a little: but real or not real; act or no act, it's still not the kind of smart that Johanna is willing to stake her life on. Not unless Katniss ends up falling in love with her and reprising her little sacrifice routine.

Then again...

"Yeah? Well, I'm not staying in here," she informs Katniss, with an imperious toss of her head. "I'm going for a walk. If there's some kind of Cornucopia? It's not going to be in this thing. Even if I get there last, there's still going to be loot."

And with that, Johanna turns on her heel and starts off in the direction that she was already headed. That was almost like an invitation, but she doesn't wait to see if Katniss is going to fall into step behind her, and she isn't listening for Katniss' footsteps or anything.

But come on. Katniss is totally going to follow. Or she's going to try to stab Johanna in the back with those shears, probably as payback for cutting the tracker out of her arm. Katniss doesn't seem like she's regarding her with any real wariness, and again: she's too dumb to do any real acting. She's welcome to try for her revenge anyways.
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[personal profile] expeditiously 2015-07-28 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
She does. It is Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.
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[personal profile] expeditiously 2015-07-28 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
This? This is nothing.

[It's a lie. Or maybe he's just cocky enough to believe it. Pietro starts to step forward again.]

Everything is okay, except I must find someone. So I haven't been out there yet, but I must go out there now. [He pauses, giving her a half-smile.] You want to come along, or stay in here and wait for the real rats show up?
bronzini: (he's gonna fold us up in a pizza)

[personal profile] bronzini 2015-07-28 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Well, when you put it like that, how do I choose?

[ that'd be sarcasm, but she's definitely coming. given the choice between company and more stumbling around alone, she'll take company every time. ]

OK. Who are we looking for?
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[personal profile] drakons 2015-07-28 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
( a kiss -- when was the last time she'd been kissed? when charlie was alive, probably, right before he'd been sent off to die, and the sunny disposition of silena cracked and shattered into her tired, sad one. her make up brushes hung up for padded tissues, her designer clothes exchanges for charlie's big shirts and, ultimately, clarisse's set of grecian armor. who did she die for, the question arises. to protect clarisse or to meet charlie once again? the question has many answers, and neither the ones presented -- or both, or all, or there's always another angle, another reason behind why silena rose with an ares spirit in her heart and a spear in hand -- mainly, mostly, ultimately, it was for herself. half the person she was before charlie died, half the heart she had when she spied for luke and even more of it lost with clarisse's refusal to join the fight, life just wasn't the same anymore. it didn't have meaning, not if charlie was dead, not if luke was the bad guy, not if clarisse refused to fight. what more could silena offer than her worthless life?

it's the first pang of regret, this kiss. the knowledge of what she always knew but could never name on her own, could never claim a heart as hers when clarisse was so dedicated to the fight, so in love with spears and swords and chris and chris and chris, that silena could never hope to penetrate that thick skull -- her death took it, this wake up call, this realization that silena is ephemeral, is replaceable, is not as eternally clarisse's as she might have thought. she is, though, if not in the physical sense than in every other one -- this battered and beaten heart of aphrodite that's been shattered and smashed in the ground into angry, splitered pieces -- it's clarisse's, it's all hers, no matter how broken it might be, she always holds the key to fixing it up. this touch, this kiss, silena gasps and cries against her mouth, eyes shut fast and her hands moving to grasp desperately at her shirt. she wants the words to be true, this promise on the styx speaking volumes of her seriousness -- but she knows clarisse, she knows her heart sometimes better than her own, and she knows these truths.

the war is always first in achilles' heart. patroclus will always lead him into the underworld, the story of tragedy never changes, and neither will theirs.

heroes are never born to be happy.
)

Silly, silly girl. My dumb Clare. ( clare, her special, beautiful clare, who makes anger and rage beautiful emotions, who wears scars and hate better than silena ever could. her hands move up and cradle this too delicate face, the face of her warrior lost of its armor, walls broken down and tears on her face. it's heartbreaking, the beauty in it, how pretty it is to see clarisse, her clare, feel anything other than violent cockiness, to cry and be open and to be the one witnessing it.

she tips her head down, pushes kisses against her eyelashes. the hero looks beautiful when she cries, but it remains to be seen if there's anything more beautiful than clarisse's smile.
)

Dying for love is never stupid. Never never. ( she doesn't want to say it, and she's sure clarisse doesn't want to hear it, but what would a daughter of aphrodite be if she couldn't explain her heart? silena quiets her sobs, puts on a smile through the tears covered on her ugly face, wishes clarisse wouldn't swear something so impossible on their most sacred of vows -- but she wouldn't be clarisse if she weren't impossible, if she didn't make life and death and love all that much more difficult. ) I'd die for you again and again, it doesn't matter. Break your promise and I'll still be yours, and I'll still be dead. That's our fate. It's okay. ( she curls in close, lips pushed against hers. that's our fate, for me to always be pining for someone who will never be mine. ) It's okay. It's okay.

[personal profile] frequented 2015-07-28 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
( he keeps walking, of course he does, because what point is there? maybe a bit of pride to shove in his face ( nice accelerator after all, raymond. where's the best place to get garbage these days? ), but that's nothing he ever wanted from ronnie -- because he already had it, somewhat, a sort of acknowledgment between the two of them where ronnie was always too nice, and hartley was never quite so mean, and that was that. that was them. all he'd ever wanted was for ronnie to believe, to trust him, to understand that he just wanted to save people, protect them from the wrongdoings of eobard. but it's too little too late, now. the one instance when hartley managed to rely on someone else for a change, and what has it amounted in? a set of broken ears and the wistful hope of death -- no, hartley has nothing to say to him, not anymore.

he keeps walking.

of course, ronnie catches his arm then and hartley pretends it doesn't make him gasp -- why would it? it's not like he cares about ronnie, not like he'd thought he was dead for some months after the explosion and was only put at ease after reviewing video files from that night and seeing, exactly, what happened to him. hartley doesn't care. he could be dead, and it wouldn't change anything -- ronnie can die and he can take caitlin and cisco with him, and hartley can feel envious that he still has to be here with this stupid set of ears that hears way too much, that hurts way too much to stand. death can come next. first is revenge.

not on ronnie, not because he's some simpleton who couldn't listen to the easiest of orders. don't let wells near the accelerator, makes sure everything is up and running. what thought does hartley have towards him other than irritation? at one time it was different -- one time, before things went haywire, before harrison was eobard, before cisco and caitlin, when it was just ronnie and hartley and hartley's stomach flat on his desk, ronnie pressed up behind him -- it's different, now. hartley is different. he doesn't have time for niceness or the good nature ronnie exudes. now is the time for hate, for loathing, for vengeance, for paying the piper.

with an exaggerated eyeroll, he turns around, roughly pulling his arm away from ronnie's grasp. his lips are set in a scowl, arms raising to cross over his chest.
)

No, I just never wanted to see you again, Raymond. ( cruel as it is, hartley can't be sure if he's lying or not when he says it. ) Where's your accelerator now? Finally up and running? No -- no wait, I think I heard something about it in the paper. "Killed in tragic accelerator explosion, Ronald Raymond." ( he grits his teeth. the i told you so doesn't feel nearly as good as it should. ) Congrats on the hero cred. I'm glad one of us turned out on top.
Edited 2015-07-28 04:52 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kamikaze 2015-07-28 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Compound? City? State? These are things only heard of, not really known. Nux is blinking. Processing.

"Valhalla is a place," he replies, solemn warmth trickling into his tone as he recalls: I made it. Somehow. "It's where warriors live after life." Could only imagine the sort of spectacular death Glacius had... !
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[personal profile] allages 2015-07-28 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. [ wanda nods in acknowledgement. the fast and small kind. she doesn't know what kind that is, but the name doesn't matter. what matters is that natasha is still alive, and so wanda could probably survive a meeting with a dinosaur as well.

that's good to know, is it not?

and then natasha mentions steve, and wanda's lips tighten. she doesn't like the idea of not being remembered. she doesn't like that steve doesn't remember. that doesn't change anything.
] Yes.

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[personal profile] allages 2015-07-28 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He's fast in everything.

[ she doesn't think that peter is only fast when it comes to his mind, because he's smart. she thinks he is like her brother: his mind works fast because he is fast.

and it hurts to think about pietro; it'll always hurt. it hurts, and it is strange to find someone who's mind is so alike and who isn't her brother at all, who doesn't share any kind of history with her.
]
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[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-28 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
That makes Clark frown. He knows why he was put under virtual reality, and he knows the technology they used. Kryptonians are (were) brutal. But it hadn’t even crossed his mind that there would be people willing to do that to other humans.

“That’s- I’m sorry to hear that. Not that it changes much, but still. And thanks for being so understanding, this must be really weird to you.”
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[personal profile] borntochoose 2015-07-28 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Clark was honestly still not used to the moniker himself, but it was a simple way to keep a secret identity. Kal-El still felt way to personal to just share it around- he had only known his birth name for months and the only people who had used it had been an A.I. and people who’d tried to kill him. So he was going to keep it to himself for a little longer.

“Well, someone has to have brought us here at one point, they had to be conscious for that.” He frowned as he took the file. “…Right?”
axeyou: (interesting! - the ugliest things)

[personal profile] axeyou 2015-07-28 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Johanna is not easily impressed. She's been around enough to see all the little tricks and modification the Capitol is capable of. Surgeries and procedures, modifications and enhancements. Whatever, whatever, whatever.

This is nothing like this. It's exactly what he promised: flying, but low-level. He could go higher. And she could look for wire, or assume that she's mad (not out of the realm of possibility).

Or she could laugh. Which is what she does, surprised and amused and pleased. It's a good trick. She doesn't wear her surprise so openly--no blank stares, open mouth. But she does stare. How could she not?

"How'd you get to do that?"

Maybe a little jealous, too, even if she's assuming that it was something that was done to him. That's just her realm of experience. Nothing personal.
bloggings: (thats not good)

[personal profile] bloggings 2015-07-28 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Just making her even more thirsty for the information but okay. She'll get it out of you eventually! Maybe. Iris has a lot of gumption. That's a proven fact.]

I like your principles, Rogers.
bloggings: (something smells fishy)

unf unf unf

[personal profile] bloggings 2015-07-28 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[He has a point there, that Iris can't do anything but nod and agree with. No one here seems to have any answers, which makes her even more on edge. Something is obviously not right, but the lack of any knowledge isn't right. Someone, somewhere has to have answers. Know something. All she has to do is dig.]

I'm Iris West. Nice to meet you. By the way.
bloggings: (you're right i am better)

[personal profile] bloggings 2015-07-28 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's a good Barry. Bend down so she can climb him like a tree.

But not in the sexy way. Not right now. Maybe in like a week.]


Do you want me to say giddy up now?
bloggings: (i wanted to go to brazil with mason :()

[personal profile] bloggings 2015-07-28 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's really not Oliver's fault that she's so irritated but he is in the unfortunate place where she's taking some of it out on him because he's here and there's a reason and it's convenient.

Maybe she didn't believe it fully until he lowered the hood but yep. That's him. Like six months ago, she was going on about how he's on her three list and his arms were gifts from the gods and Barry knew the whole time who he really was and God, she's an idiot.]


You don't owe me an explanation.

is it too late for a bro

[personal profile] structurals 2015-07-28 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ despite having just been reunited with caitlin, ronnie takes it upon himself to go out looking for the rest of their friends, and he knows caitlin will be safe as long as she stays where she is. they haven't encountered any kind of trouble yet, not that that's particularly comforting (it might be a little less than comforting, keeping ronnie on the lookout, slightly on edge). still, caitlin said barry was here, somewhere, which might mean cisco is -- hartley, of all people, ronnie never would have expected, so it can't be too implausible for the others to be here, too. ]

[ the more the merrier, right? if there's a way out, there's no doubt in his mind they'll find it, together. hartley might be difficult to convince and convince the others he's worth a second chance after all he's heard, but ronnie still believes in him, even if he's ... changed. he's sure there will be time to talk about all of that later, once they all group together, assuming ronnie can find them at all. ]

[ thankfully, the flash suit isn't exactly the most incognito -- something like relief washes over him at the sight of it, the familiarity of it. ronnie may not know where he is or how he got here -- or even why he's here -- but being surrounded by familiar faces is certainly relieving some of his anxiety about the whole thing. he doesn't say anything for a moment as he stands next to barry, looking out at the horizon, but after a few seconds, he glances over, an amused and slightly expectant look on his face. ]


I think you might've won this staring contest, Barry.

[personal profile] structurals 2015-07-29 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ ronnie takes back his hand when hartley pulls his arm away, lifts them both in defense, surrender. a fight isn't what he wants, and with hartley, it's always best to tread carefully. he knows hartley could still push his buttons if he wanted to -- he's trying, but it's been too long, and maybe ronnie's buttons are just a little rusty. there's no point to fighting with each other, anyway, not when they've always been a better team with their heads put together. then again, maybe that's just another thing that's changed over the year ronnie can hardly remember. maybe he and hartley don't fit together as well as they used to, a well-oiled machine. maybe that all exploded with the rest of the accelerator. ]

[ maybe ... ]

[ well, it's not so much a maybe anymore, hartley being right, just as he usually is. (the only thing he miscalculated was cisco, the one person who's always been able to get under hartley's skin like no one else. it would probably be better if cisco weren't here, for both their sakes.) it stings, of course, the realization -- the stark, honest truth that ronnie ultimately caused his own death because he didn't listen when hartley tried to warn him, instead chose to wave him off like everyone else at star labs was prone to do. ronnie was supposed to be the one person who didn't, but -- well, here they are now, face to face again in a hallway not too different from the cortex, from the pipeline itself, and as much as ronnie is glad to see hartley, there's a guilt that settles in his stomach he knows he deserves. ]


[ his hands drop to his sides, physically resisting the urge to set them on hartley's shoulders. ] Hartley. [ it's almost like an apology itself, hartley's name in a softer tone, in a way that says please don't do this. ] I'm sorry, alright? [ and maybe it doesn't mean much now, but it's not something ronnie can leave unspoken between them. ] I should've -- [ trusted you, he thinks, diverting his gaze, brows creasing just slightly -- but he can't bring himself to say it. maybe that's the root of this whole problem, the simple fact that ronnie's refusal to listen meant he didn't trust hartley's judgment. but, then, at the time, ronnie had thought hartley hadn't trusted ronnie's ability to do his job. he should have known better, known hartley better than to think that. ]

[ he lifts his gaze, wringing his hands as he does when he's nervous, anxious. the corners of his mouth pull into a small, defeated, apologetic smile. ]
I should've tried to stop it. You were right. Like always.
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[personal profile] metaspeed 2015-07-29 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
You ... look like you're okay with that.

[ Blinkblink. ]

How can you be okay with that. Unless the word 'zombie' has changed from the textbook definition of them, I mean, a little more of a reaction would be super handy right now.

[personal profile] queenoftherock 2015-07-29 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Barry, my sister was brought back from the dead and Ra's al Ghul is almost immortal. Zombies are worrying, but it's right up there with the Lazarus Pit. I'm not okay with them, but neither you nor I can afford to get too caught up in that when there are other peoples' lives at stake.

[Business mode, 25/8 this one.]
metaspeed: (at  this  point  i've  gotta )

[personal profile] metaspeed 2015-07-29 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gdi, Oliver. Way to take the wind out of this little boat's sails. ]

Okay.

[ Barry can be serious too. ]

Okay, you're right. Do you have a gameplan then? Or something of one?

[personal profile] queenoftherock 2015-07-29 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
I know what it's like, Iris. Don't be too hard on Barry. He was just trying to protect you, the same way I tried to protect those I love.

[He doesn't mind being a target of irritation. That's somehow where he's spent most of the last six months of his life, anyway.

Pretending to ally with the enemy does that.]

[personal profile] queenoftherock 2015-07-29 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[That's like his job in this life, aside from pissing everyone off and making terrible decisions.]

We have to figure out who else is here from back home. If we can find some place safe for us and them, that'll be a good start. We'll need supplies too.
metaspeed: (pretending  we're  alright)

[personal profile] metaspeed 2015-07-29 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wow??? Okay, Barry's putting this guy on the 'Badass Jerk Dudes To Look Out For' list.

And yeah, he might have just started that list.

Surprise, Hook, you're on the top of it. X( ]


Maine? Like, New England Maine? Man, sorry to break this to you, but we are far from Maine. Or any other familiar place.

Have you seen this place?

[personal profile] queenoftherock 2015-07-29 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
So does Starling City. One of them wrote a note on the bulletin board. Maybe it was you, maybe it was someone else.

[He can't assume when they all take after the same identity. At least he and Roy had color schemes.]