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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!
forgive: and i will be brand new. (i will be better;)

[personal profile] forgive 2015-07-10 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's hard to say if the mirrored image of someone else around her age looking just as roughed up her is a comfort or a concern. her posture holds the same rigidness, except when she finally lets go of the door, she turns around and the crowbar goes slack at her side. ever the bleeding heart is kate, and she's relieved not be alone.

her eyes give him a once over, eyebrows flicking up just barely. but with his question, she can't help the breathy exasperated laugh that leaves her lips. ]


More like a bad night, but this morning isn't looking too good either.

[ the soft amusement slips away when she starts to notice all the other doors opening, more people just like them filtering out. ]

Do you know what this place is?
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does this work................ :')

[personal profile] conversed 2015-07-10 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Shiny metal arms, not great for stealth. Clint's futzing with one of the bows he pulled out of the shed when the glint off the silver catches his eye, and he has to raise a hand to his brow to get a better look.

All black isn't familiar. Hair isn't familiar, but the arm's unmistakable. He raises his free hand in the air and waves, trying to get the guy's attention.
]

Hey.

[ A little annoyed, yes, but that's just because he'd rather be at home napping. As far as greetings yelled across compound yards go, it's fairly amicable. ]
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[personal profile] shuckit 2015-07-10 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it really isn't manners so much as it is thomas wanting to expedite this search for the car the keys will fit to. a vague hum is given back for the 'thank you', and he has his arms folded over the window frame as he watches her try to start it.

nothing.

that's fine. next one. off he goes to the next jeep, popping the locks on it and swinging the door open, and heading off for the next to do the same - make sure they can actually get into all of them to try the key. ]


Yeah, uhm. A paper that just said 'Find the six for answers'. [ which has been constantly on his mind, already having dug through most of the compound looking for anything with the number 6 on it. ] And a... cheesecake.
zombae: (with all my shadows)

medical storage

[personal profile] zombae 2015-07-10 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[What's that skittering behind the shelves?

Kieren came in here earlier and by some miraculous coincidence found a case of neurotriptyline among the paraphernalia. A whole case, so, about a week's worth. That gives him seven days to figure out what's going on and how to get home - and it can't take longer than that, can it?

But, just in case, he's checking the shelves again.

He darts backwards when someone comes in: the reactions to the way he looks are mixed at the best of times. Then, slowly, starts trying to sidle out without being seen]
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-10 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He hears the shield hit the ground with a quiet chime, and looks down to realize he dropped it.

He wanted this. He wanted this. To join up, to go overseas, to help. In spite of a hundred service flags in his neighbors' windows, the gold stars marching down every street. Even knowing the sound of weeping families in his bones. Because it wasn't supposed to be Bucky. An idiot thought: It wasn't supposed to be Bucky.

One arm goes around Peggy's waist. His forehead rests against her shoulder. He needs the reminder that someone else is nearby. He can't fall apart until he finds somewhere private.

Pull it together. Pull...

The first sound isn't a sob. He feels his chest shudder with terrible rhythm before he starts to cry.
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[personal profile] withoutaworld 2015-07-10 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Rikki's eyes go a little wider, though she's not entirely sure the other girl isn't just screwing with her. She seems a little too serious for that, though, too honestly surprised.

"Not where I'm from. ...wait, is that why you were yelling about people-bacon earlier?"

What the hell.
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[personal profile] shuckit 2015-07-10 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
thread here, where thomas is digging through the labs and trying to find any records or documentation of what was going on, as well as digging through anything that has the number 6/six on it, since he got the "find the six for answers" note - on papers or labeling items or door or w/e

also, in the vehicle bay
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-10 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve emerges from the shed, tucking his new gun into a holster he found inside and taking some ammo - some, not too much. "I'm not sure it's my place to say."

It's not that he doesn't trust Clint - he has no reason not to trust Clint, at least not yet - but giving out information about other people seems rude as well as dumb.
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[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-10 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The clatter of the shield makes her twitch. She can't break. Won't break. Peggy has had beyond a year to purge the worst of it, and rebounding now wouldn't help either of them. At first, her spine stiffens -- as though she isn't certain about being held and holding him in turn. Considering her own affections towards the Captain, she can't deny it's a chance she'd sorely wanted for some time. But the circumstances are all wrong. No joy can be taken from this moment. So instead, she bends her efforts towards supporting him. Her iron-stiff composure falters, and Peggy places a soft hand against the back of his neck. She curls her fingers over the starched collar of his uniform.

Paradoxical, really. How she'd barely been able to touch him the last time she'd shared this grief with him. Standing amidst the ashes, she'd felt like an interloper in his hurt. But this is different. She is different.

Peggy knows it's not a time for words. So she rests her cheek against the side of his head and doesn't impede his tears. Suppresses her own.

Aradia Megido | Homestuck | Prose or brackets are fine, I'll match your style

[personal profile] deathsadorablehandmaid 2015-07-10 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Aradia wakes quietly, without stirring. She lies on the floor of the compound with her eyes open, assessing the situation from where she lies. She hears nothing. She doesn't even hear her own breathing. Panic grips her but she does not move, cannot move. The nothing continues, a roar of silence that she fears could drown her. Has drowned her, before. This is too similar to being dead, way too similar.

She sucks in a breath, a deep one. She hears that, and the sound triggers a flurry of action. She rolls over, now aware of her stark, metallic surroundings. She's next to a bed. There's a long knife underneath it, which she takes. There's also a small USB stick. Excellent. She's spent enough time with Sollux to know this could be useful. She pockets the USB, holds the knife by her side, and leaves the room.

"Hello?" Her voice is bright and loud. Loudness is better than that deafening silence. It's time to meet some friends. Time for an adventure.

computer lab

Her expedition thus far has led her to a room full of nothing but computers. Perfect. She's no hacker, but she knows she needs to get into these computers somehow. She sits at one of them, typing away, hoping that eventually, she'll get it right.

And who knows? Maybe someone will be along to help her.
zombae: (if i could make amends)

[personal profile] zombae 2015-07-10 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kieren's off somewhere near the perimeter fence. He doesn't want to get out, necessarily, he just wants to know that he can. But he hasn't got a gun, or any water (and both those things are a little bit unnecessary, generally), so it doesn't look like he's going to go far.

He's got a hoody pulled around him, and his face turned away, and he's just going to try one of the outer doors a little bit.

Whatever's out there, it probably won't be fast enough to get in. Probably.]
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[personal profile] conversed 2015-07-10 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
It'd make things a lot easier if he knew there was someone else from his century here, sure, but interrogating Captain America isn't at the top of his to-do list. Besides, respecting someone's privacy is a very Cap thing to do.

"So you're— 1943, you haven't even seen the end of the war, huh?"

Clint isn't looking at Steve when he says it — he's scratching at the back of his head with one hand, bow still held idle in the other, and the overall impression is more that he's thinking out loud.
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[personal profile] cold_daughter 2015-07-10 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mary tries the next one. Still nothing. She's patient, though. One of these will work. It just might take some time to find it.

She smiles, a small, thin-lipped smirk.]
Find the six? How cryptic. I suppose we'll have to do that, then.

[ She tries the next car. Third time must be the charm, because this one starts right away. The rumble of the engine is loud and distasteful, but Mary can't help but feel proud of herself.] Now we're getting somewhere.
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[personal profile] zombae 2015-07-10 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kieren's just inside the med bay when he hears her. She sounds young, and for a moment he thinks about just staying very quiet and hoping she moves past. The number of new people he's had to navigate today is getting toward being overwhelming.

But she sounds young. And if she's young and alone... maybe someone should let her know the alone part's not so true. Preferably someone with a different face to his, but no one seems to have stepped forward so far.

So he stays just out of sight, a shadow in the doorway.]


I don't do a lot of jumping, to be honest with you.
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-10 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The tears don't last. He swallows them down, Swallows them down. Squeezes his grief until his throat feels like it's a solid knot and his eyes burn. He straightens, but there's no room to back away from her.

He tries to wipe his eyes on his tie - useless - and wriggles his shirt cuff up enough to use that instead.

Steve clears his throat. "When?"

He bends to retrieve the shield, settling it back on his arm. Captain America. Be Captain America. He clears his throat again. "When did it happen, I mean?"

How much time does he have to get ready? How much time to stop it?
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-10 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nope, but I'm told we win."

Only a little irony in his voice. It's very strange to think about it being over. He can't imagine what that world will be like. A good world, hopefully, but there's still a lot of work between him and his friends and it.
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[personal profile] shuckit 2015-07-10 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ between the laugh and the crowbar going slack, thomas relaxes some, even has the corner of his lips tugging upwards briefly in what might have been a smile, if thomas actually did smiles that often. ]

I know the feeling.

[ a door creaks open behind him, then, and thomas near jumps out of his skin as he whips around to look. all through the hallway - unfamiliar people filtering out. not just kids, either, like he would've expected. more a mix of anywhere from 12 to 40. his immediate thought goes to the other Immune that escaped the WICKED compound with him. it's not as if he knew any of them personally, aside from the Gladers and Group B, so there wouldn't be many to recognize anyway. regardless, he's taking a couple steps back, more in kate's direction, before turning to actually speak to her again, voice a bit lower. ]

Not exactly, but pretty sure I got a good guess. [ wry, with a hint of bitterness as his lips press into a line. ] You one of the Immune?
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[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-10 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. I thought you were a cannibal. An uninfected one."

Awkward.
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[personal profile] soapboxed 2015-07-10 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Waking up someplace unusual wasn't exactly new for him. Even waking up to hear someone's screams growing weaker as they were dragged off? Not exactly new. Maybe he wasn't exactly used to hearing them on waking, but they were sounds he was familiar with. So he wasn't frantic to wake up. In fact, he took his merry fucking time getting his bearings, inspecting his surroundings, and leaving the fucking shit he found. A phone? The fuck did he need someone else's phone for? Shirts? He had one on his damn back. Trivial shit for a trivial world...

Until he realized that this? This wasn't somewhere he would ordinarily wake up. A base. He figured that out pretty damn quickly, but what really got him? It was the sign on the door.

And of course, because it wasn't in him to be afraid of fucking anything, he opened the doors, saw the words on the other side.

The world fucking ended. And it takes one look around to think maybe. Maybe whoever wrote this wasn't part of his Misinformation team.

So he stood there. Staring at the sky. Listening to the noises outside the gate. And then he laughed. He fucking laughed. Crazy manic fucking laughter. The world ended and he wasn't there to experience it. But at least he was here for the after party, and that almost made up for it.

He's raiding the shed with every intention of loading up on a few quick firearms. And a bow and arrow. Because its a fucking bow and arrow.

And then he's climbing up the ladder to get on the roof. He's eager to see what the end of the world looks like.]


[ooc: feel free to come across him anywhere! Madly cackling, raiding the shed, admiring the view of the post-apocalypse, etc.]
Edited 2015-07-10 18:58 (UTC)
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IT TOTALLY DOES i'm so sorry clint

[personal profile] wipedclean 2015-07-10 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a blond man trying to get his attention.

Why, he has no idea. It's not like he has any idea who he is. If it were someone from HYDRA they definitely wouldn't act so...

...obvious.

He should probably find out why the man wants to talk to him, why he's drawing so much attention to himself, to both of them in doing so.

But he also doesn't want to give up his vantage point.

So he just looks back, doesn't move. You want to talk to him, stranger, you'll have to come up to him.]
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[personal profile] gayson 2015-07-10 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Grayson has been up for almost an hour now trying to make sense of his reality, or else yet another dream; whichever the case, he's found it highly preferable thus far compared to the last thing his mind had cooked up for him. Or didn't. Actually with the blood all over his shirt, he's almost 100% certain that what happened to him did actually happen... he's just not sure how or why he's alive again, much less why he's here, of all places.

God, for one moment, he's startled and grateful for the crash of something familiar. That belligerent, stupid Northern prick, or else he's really going mad, reaching.

He's quiet as he turns and doubles back down the hall. It's worth the look, he supposes, before he tries to go outside.

Lo and behold.

"How original, threatening the problem until it's gone away. What if there's no teeth to knock?"

It's a lame opening, but Grayson's honestly at a bit of a loss. He's actually somewhat happy to see the great big bastard, even if he looks nothing short of unimpressed, thin arms arms perched on slender hips, one of them making a fist around the handle of a first aid kit.
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[personal profile] conversed 2015-07-10 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah..."

About that. History books say yes and going by the country thing, absolutely, so yeah. He'll stick with yeah.

It's dawning on him that this is probably more responsibility than he's capable of parsing right now. It isn't quite like dealing with a baby Cap, but the idea's still the same. Just... no actual baby. So instead of asking more questions about Cap's theoretical future, he goes for something less abstract.

"You planning to check out the other side of the wall?"

Not the smoothest segue, but if that touch of irony's anything to go by, the change in topic might be welcome.
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[personal profile] expeditiously 2015-07-10 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Could be the time traveling. Something looks a little different up here. [Pietro does a little circling motion over his own face before reaching for Steve's hand.] Captain America. They used to sell your comic books on the black market in my home.

[The teasing in his eyes fades, and Pietro sounds serious with his next words.]

I'm Pietro. You've met me and my sister, who I must find at all costs.
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[personal profile] expeditiously 2015-07-10 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
On the inside or on the outside?

[Because he noticeably has no gun, or water, which in hindsight he probably should've grabbed. Pietro glances back in the direction of the building, an eyebrow arching as he looks back at the man.]

The end of the world. Do you believe it?
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[personal profile] soapboxed 2015-07-10 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
With a certain sort of contentment with the decision that the world indeed has come to some sort of fucked up end, it only makes sense to go out into that mess and see what life is really about. He's not the type to stay cooped up somewhere, even if it promises safety. A prison is still a prison, the walls are proof of that.

Of course, he's not a god damn idiot. And he'd rather not turn into zombie food the first minute he steps outside, so his thought was to find the vehicles first.

Seems he's not alone in the idea.

"Well, hey." He answers casually on spotting her, moving over to lean against the bed of the truck on one arm, watching her strap up. "Planning on a sight seeing trip?"