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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] soapboxed 2015-07-10 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"That so?" His arms cross in his red jacket, his lips curve up in a resemblance of a smile, and his eyes fall to her supplies. A knife. To a sane man it'd be a concern. To him it's just another ache, another burst of adrenaline, another fucking fight to feel alive. But she's not reaching for it, so instead it's nothing. Not a damn thing.

"I find most brochures are heavily consumer driven anyway and lack any real useful information. 'Go to this fucking hole in the ground, created free by Mother Nature, which we're now charging you fifty dollars to stare at and spit a loogie off of.'"
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[personal profile] prescription 2015-07-10 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the fear in this place is goddamn palpable. it gives off a very specific scent, one that he he's not yet adapted to. too many questions, not enough answers, and despite all he knows in terms of survival, he can't help but hope to find her. ( it sounds bitter in his head, almost like he blames her — but it's too soon for that. )

he takes a moment to glance over both his shoulders, ensuring the direction of his question, and splays his palms outright to expose only the scissors that balance off the hook of his thumb.
]

You want that thing to do any real damage, I'd suggest you turn it around. [ richie lowers his hands — we come in peace. ]

What's your name?
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[personal profile] soapboxed 2015-07-10 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's back inside from his sight seeing of the compound, bow and a sleeve of arrows slung around his shoulder, and mind whirling with ideas when he's interrupted from his thoughts when he's confronted by the girl. His lips twist up at her demeanor. Strong, confident, angry, and if he's able to appreciate anything, it's anger.]

I don't really see any point in lying. Lying is self serving bullshit encouraged by the society we're all knee deep in. Pretend you're well off by buying designer clothes, lie about being fucking happy in your run of the mill white collar job- [But he stops mid-rant and smirks] lying didn't get them anywhere, did it?

But to answer your question, I don't know where the fuck we're at, except that we're in a building. A building with other people who don't know where they fuck they're at.
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johanna mason || Hunger Games || OTA - prose or brackets, whatever!!

[personal profile] axeyou 2015-07-10 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ʜᴀʟʟ ]
Her Arena outfit is slick against her skin, and it smells. She doesn't know it, but at a glance, anyone would think that she's already been in the shit--because she has. Just not this particular shit.

Still: it isn't sentimental, but the Arena outfit is the clothes that Johanna woke up in, and she's not going to leave behind anything that could prove to be useful. That's why she ransacked her crappy little cell of a room. That's how she ended up with her axe strapped to her back. This is survival, whatever the fuck else it is.

It's also the Capitol. Not this, dim lights and grimy walls. But it is their style, like another Arena, or something worse. The last thing she remembers? The hum of the hovercraft, the crash of Enobaria in the underbrush behind her. It's Katniss Everdeen's blood that's smeared on her hands and forearms, from cutting the tracker out of the Mockingjay's stupid arm. And it's thanks to Katniss that she's here, right now--wherever here is. But it doesn't matter. She knows the rules. Survive. A prisoner, but a prisoner with a chance.

When she whips around the corner at the end of the hall, she nearly crashes into someone. Peacekeeper, Victor, Tribute--the possibilities reel through her head, but her reaction is instantaneous.

She shrinks back, throws her arms up. "Please!" A sob, impassioned, and totally believable. Inside, she's pissed, but outwardly, Johanna jumps back. "Please, don't--"

The angle of her body keeps her axe hidden behind her shoulder. All it takes is one easy grab, and then one easy chop. She wouldn't even flinch. In a moment.


[ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ ]
Maybe it's in her nature to climb, seeking higher ground, like the limbs of a tree could ever have offered her some comfort. Bullshit. But Johanna does like climbing, which is how she ended up here, on top of the wall. It's got its advantages. For one, she can see everything: the compound behind her, the clusters of people moving around. That weapons shed is getting some attention.

More important, she can see beyond the wall, beyond the fence and the gate.

Exploration hasn't dulled her wariness, or her conviction that this is some work of the Capitol's. A new and better Arena. A newer and more creative punishment. Just because they gave her an axe doesn't mean any kind of benevolence. It just adds to the game.

Movement out over the wall sharpens her and she stops pacing the perimeter, eyes narrowed, hand already gripped at her axe. She's not bothering to pretend right now. If something or someone is going to fuck with her, then she's going to be ready to fuck back. Out there, or in here--but whatever she saw, she's lost sight of it, and Johanna moves to try a new angle, her axe gripped in her hands. Anyone in her way, she's going to dismiss with a curt and snarled, "Move."

And she looks like she means it.
Edited 2015-07-10 21:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] gayson 2015-07-10 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
What the hell's happened to Marky? His shirt more closely resembles a burlap sack than a knit and it looks like it's been caught and torn and torn in more than a few places. Bloody and looking like it's been bitten by a giant moth...

No, not a moth. Not a moth at all.

Marky's sudden movement jolts him out of his thoughts and even his surprise at being called by his actual name. It's instinctive he tries to backpedal from the great wall of meat the comes flying at him. If not for the embrace of those hard arms, Grayson would have probably fallen right on his boney arse.

"Jesus, Marky, what--"

He's just a little boy, isn't he? A giant, homophobic little boy.

And Grayson's not wholly sure what he's feeling right now. Confusion, disdain, worry, relief... and plenty more. What he does is lift his free hand and pat between the other's shoulder blades, rubbing his back a little before shaping his hand around Marky's shoulder from the back. There there.

"There now, alright... You're hurting me."
Edited 2015-07-10 21:06 (UTC)
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[personal profile] untodawn 2015-07-10 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I mean it.

[ When John spoke it was also in a very flat, to the point timber; he only spoke just under a conversational volume. John never shouted because he didn't need to. Everyone always seemed to hear him loud and clear.

John followed Thomas out of the gate with his MA5D assault rifle held in a patrol ready carry, bringing up the rear again in the event Thomas got in his head to bolt. Taking point was six of one and half a dozen of the other, John reasoned. In the event of an account he was close enough to draw Thomas back behind him.

Something about the tension Thomas carried before the confused look on his face when John ordered to stick close sat ill with him. Did this kid honestly believe John was throwing him out into the woods alone? Granted, John had not made the best first impression but he believed he made it clear this was a cooperative exercise. Perhaps, he wondered, he still expected too much from civilians. Or there was more that spurred to Thomas to raid the medical bay than he first believed.

And then Thomas started muttering. Dates, it sounded like. Triggered by the sign outside the gate.
]

Something you want to share?

[ John stopped in front of Thomas just on the border where the compound ended and that terrible unknown began. ]
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[personal profile] untodawn 2015-07-10 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Yet.

[ John echoed, thinking along the lines of what Ms. Carter was - that there had to be something in this compound worth investigating. ]

If you're looking, I'll accompany you.

[ In his words, he slipped in a casual tilt to his head. Subtly saying without words she was more than welcome to decline. John might not be good with words but he was a master with body language. To a Spartan, it was their native tongue. ]

[personal profile] maconite 2015-07-10 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"My mistake," Lee says, in the amicable manner of someone who doesn't believe for a second the other person is fine, but is gonna play along anyway. Sometimes folks need that. "You're doing a hell of a lot better than I am. I can't tell up from down in this place." He pauses. "I'm Lee, by the way."

Then his gaze drops to the keys in her hand. "Mind if I take a look at those? I might be able to help."
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[personal profile] allages 2015-07-10 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it cannot be pietro. pietro is dead and the end of the world surely did not bring back the dead. if it had, it would not be the end of the world but a new beginning. ( later, she will come to realise just how ironic that thought really is, but right now, she believes it. )

her brother is dead, and she wishes the truth of that did not resonate, that she didn't know it with certainty. her brother is dead, and she wants to believe so badly that he isn't; she wants to believe it isn't true and that means that she cannot believe the figure in front of her at all. maybe it is grief and maybe it is stress, maybe someone else got into her head the way she manipulated the avengers.

it doesn't matter.

what matters is this: her brother is dead, and so this person cannot truly be her brother, no matter how badly she believes it. she cannot believe it, because she wants to.
]

My brother is dead. [ that is spat out, grief making her voice sharp and her tone bitter, her shoulders drawn up tight and tense.

but -

but he sounds like pietro and he smirks like pietro and he feels like pietro when she pushes her mind past the barriers of his, and she almost wavers. she wants him to be alive, she wants her brother back.

she doesn't know what is true anymore.

weaker, her tone much less aggressive and more questioning, she adds -
] I felt you die.

[ i saw your body she doesn't say, or i wanted to die with you or i buried you. ]
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[personal profile] withoutaworld 2015-07-10 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is that normal in your world? What kind of screwed up..."

...and suddenly Rikki doesn't feel so bad about the world she just came from. Maybe it was a sad echo of her home, but it wasn't whatever hell dimension Ellie apparently lives in.

"Okay, well, that's... not a thing in most universes. Like, any I've ever heard of. I promise. So we probably don't have to worry about it here..."

She's going to regret those words so much come sundown...
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[personal profile] scorpiowned 2015-07-10 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't worry... Think it might be mine.

Well, that doesn't make him feel much better. Grayson can't see Grif's face, but he can still probably feel the stare. He wants to ask, really he does, but part of him feels like he wouldn't want to know the answer. It has to be either disgusting, horrifying, or some weird kinky shit, and Grif isn't sure he's got enough mental energy to stomach the truth with everything else going on.

So he'll leave it, for now.

"--Uh." He takes a second or two to fully check back in to the conversation, then shakes his head. "What? No, the UNSC." Grif doesn't realise the acronym has a completely different meaning in his own time, but hey, it's sort of the same thing. Right?? The final question gets a quick laugh out of Grif, as well. "Evacuation wasn't really part of the plan, but," he shrugs again, dangling his mysterious vehicle keys for Grayson to see. "Maybe?"
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[personal profile] raptorminor 2015-07-10 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Those are, generally, not good smells. She should know! Charlie mostly rights herself and waggles her tail. When Pyro tilts their head, Charlie tilts hers in a mirror. Caw caw motherfucker? Caw chirrup chirrup. Where is your mouth? Why are your eyes big and shiny? Are you going to put down that axe maybe? Or...throw the stick and play fetch??]
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[personal profile] allages 2015-07-10 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ looking at him closely, she's not quite sure what is more likely: that he simply forgot, or that he is not the man she knows. he does not look quite the same, though it is subtle, except for his hair and uniform. ]

I am only looking for a general answer.
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[personal profile] alonetogether 2015-07-10 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course it's not fucking normal! They're completely nuts!"

She feels offended on her world's behalf, which is ridiculous, because clearly Rikki is also completely nuts. "What do you mean most universes?"

Seriously you sound like a Savage Starlight character at this point Rikki.
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[personal profile] raptorminor 2015-07-10 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ATTENTION! Echo has hers! There's a squawk of surprise, and a chirrup of joy, because she was starting to think she was alone. Well...sure, there are all these people, but pack-alone. Pack-alone is not good. It makes her nervous but kind of excited.

Okay Charlie. Be chill. She, too, glances behind her as if maybe the others would spontaneously appear, but alas. She takes a few steps closer and lowers her head. Where are others? Maybe...sniff? Maybe sniff enough, and they can pick up the scent!]
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[personal profile] scorpiowned 2015-07-10 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Nope. Nope. Nope. Grif holds on to the doorknob, as if that will keep the thing from bashing the door from its hinges, and looks around the hallway for some much-needed answers.

What the fuck is he supposed to do?! Leave it in there and run? He's never been good at running. What if it gets out before he makes it out of sight? Maybe he could weasel away if tons-of-teeth would calm down for a minute.

"No!" He bangs on the door from the opposite side. "You stop it! Sit!"

It's a lot easier to feel brave behind a barrier, okay.
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-10 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[WELL THIS IS AWKWARD.]

A lot of things that are classified. [Cough.]
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[personal profile] raptorchallenger 2015-07-10 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)

Echo didn't like doors. They were a nuisance and an unnecessary obstacle. She threw her weight at it to try and buckle it like a sapling but it wouldn't give. The doorknob was round abs hard to handle. Nothing.

Then he was making sounds like Alpha but he smelled like Fear. She snorted with impatience and took a couple steps back, assessed the door again, and pounced: Grabbing onto the frame and trying to dig her sickle-claws into it and tear it open with force.

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[personal profile] showmantic 2015-07-10 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He's slow to let go, still sniffling and rubbing at his eyes when he looks back at Grayson. His cheeks are ruddy and wet. After all that's happened he feels like a little boy. Helpless and afraid, despite from someone to tell him everything is going to be alright and that the monster's under the bed and is the wardrobe aren't real.

Except there's no one left to tell him, and the monsters are real.

"Where's 'Ronica? Last I saw she went down beside me, couldn't get them offa' her-" His breath hitches in his chest, "They got inside the house and we didna' stand a chance, it was that Patrick that did it, and fucking Joplin! If you see 'im tell 'im he's done- I'm gonna murder that bastard!"
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-10 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
She's your sister.

[ It's okay, Pietro. He has a brother, even if it's not by blood.

Bucky must be going crazy trying to figure out where Steve went. Steve exhales quietly. He's going to have a lot of explaining to do once they find each other. ]


There's military transport and an exit through the vehicle bay. Gives us a chance to get some supplies, too.
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[personal profile] usavatar 2015-07-10 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I did." He gives Clint a once over, his smile thoughtful. "You volunteering to come along?"
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THIS IS NOT CHEERING HIM LMAO

[personal profile] doorbuster 2015-07-10 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
That's not something he expected to hear. He almost fumbles the pill bottle in his hand, shooting the source of the voice an incredulous look. It isn't a voice he immediately recognizes, and it takes a moment for him to place the face; his memory's still hazy around the edges, stalled from the lingering effects of hideous bar binges, exhaustion, stress, thoughts of China. But the realization ultimately hits him with enough force to send him mentally (emotionally?) reeling, and he's absolutely feeling the holy shit factor.

......"No."

Not no as in 'no, not Chris,' more like no as in 'what the fuck are you doing here?'
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[personal profile] scorpiowned 2015-07-10 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, not going as planned. There's still a lot of noise going on, and it felt like a car just slammed in to the other side of the door, so he does the only thing he can think of.

"That's not what I fucking said at all! That's bad! You're bad!!" Scold the raptor and ease away from the door was all he could come up with, evidently. Yeah...

He decides now is likely a good time to scoot on down the hall.