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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!
controlledvariable: (civvies -- It was an accident?)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-13 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
two questions sorry!

1) is the rest of the State in similar condition to the Hollows? e.g., a few dead non-zombie bodies and things generally in good condition? or will things have been looted/destroyed/anything like that?

2) is w2h2bk the computer password?
anthropophagite: DEFAULT (Normal - pic#8694858)

Kaneki Ken || Tokyo Ghoul || OTA

[personal profile] anthropophagite 2015-07-13 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ he is lost. Last thing Kaneki remembers was being knocked unconscious by the Aogiri Tree kidnappers who apparently wanted to bring him somewhere. And this sure looks like "somewhere" but there are no Aogiri tree members to be found, no matter how much he wanders; so yes, he is lost. And he wonders if anything happened. Was he saved by someone? He finds a Parrot toy next to him, and a canister he decides to take because it looks as if it was left for him.

When he finally leaves the room and explores his surroundings, Kaneki comes to the glowing sign. medical bay. That would be funny (because ghouls don't really have... medical bays) if this wasn't seriously creepy in itself. He finds medicine he doesn't need, medical instruments that are useless to him, and he wonders if someone tried to patch him up and found out he wasn't human but a ghoul - the thought scares him. is that why nobody is there? Are they waiting for the Doves?

When he comes out and checks the rest of the compound, he just becomes more worried and everything he reads just confuses and scares him further. It's not 2015, what are you talking about?! The world hasn't ended, either, he just got kidnapped by some crazy ghouls moments ago!

Each moment Kaneki becomes more confused and scared. He needs to leave. He needs to know where he is.

He needs to get out of here.

And you can find him wandering around, looking terrified at everything that moves and everyone that approaches, sometimes muttering "This is a dream". Or maybe he bumps into you instead , and you will feel like a brick wall just hit you because Kaneki's body feels exactly like that. ]
reginaprocacis: (are you quite done yet)

Regina Mills | OUAT | OTA

[personal profile] reginaprocacis 2015-07-13 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Regina wakes with a start. For a moment, she's disoriented, unsure whether the angry screaming she hears comes from the outside or is entirely her own.

She doesn't remember dreaming. Not hers, then.

This is not her room, nor her bed. The simple bed she's lying on is hard beneath her. Regina sits up, immediately awake, and takes in her surroundings: the spare concrete walks, the flickering light, the steel door. It looks like something out of the countless movies she's watched.

Probably still in America, then. But not in Storybrooke.

Now, if there isn't a disturbing thought. She has no magic outside of Storybrooke.

Except she doesn't feel different. Not like she did when she went to Boston, to get her son...

Henry. She needs to get back to him. Whatever else happens, she knows this will drive her. To test her powers, she lifts her hand, attempts a fireball. It takes her a moment, but then the room is brightened by the golden flame.

Regina smiles.

Time to examine the room. A look around the bed reveals a battery-less digital camera and a plush dragon. Regina pulls a face. What use is a plushie? Still, she holds on to both items as she takes further stock of the room.

There's nothing else. Not even a backpack. Regina slides the digital camera into her coat pocket and decides to leave the plushie. She has no time for sentimentals.

Without hesitation, she pushes open the door and enters the hallway. Once there, she re-ignites her fireball. Better sight, and a clear message to any creature or enemy she might encounter.]
Edited 2015-07-13 11:24 (UTC)
deathgoose: BULLET-HOLES (BANDAIDS DON'T FIX)

clever girl 彡 jurassic park, come getcher dinos

[personal profile] deathgoose 2015-07-13 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
1. wandering

[ Whispers awaken her, a warning snarl rising up into a tenuous scree meaning Get away! I'll bite! Closer to seven-feet in height than six, she's the biggest and the fiercest. Others should beware.

She smells earth and wood, a whine curdling in the back of her throat as she groggily wakes up and tries to stand, a hiss irritably taking notice of the pain that lances down her ribs and her wounded leg, nervously cleaning the impact sites from the Big Other's teeth. The scent of food reaches her nostrils, flaring them as she hops unevenly over to a crate of fish to give it a disdainful sniff; it smells of prey and is already dead, but she is hungry and needs to eat. There is no Pack here to hunt, no whiff of their scents on the faintest breeze, and coupled with the walls holding her in it's all an exercise in stressing her out.

So she headbutts the flimsy door open, hobbling outside without touching the odd box of flesh-that-smells-bad, and freezes as another smell rises up on the wind. Sick-meat, bad-flesh, do-not-eat. Lowering her head and raising her tail is harder when her chest burns, but she stalks her way cautiously to the building that smells the most of good-to-eat prey, skirting the fences that surround the strange lands. Stuffing her nose into a bloodied jacket makes her chuff in dissatisfaction. There are large doors up ahead streaked with blood, old and dead too, and it's into the building that she paces with her heavy breathing rasping from widened nostrils, panting from a sharp-fanged mouth. The Big Other isn't in here either. This is a prey hole, where they squeal and run and hide and yes, she can smell their fear, this is where she can huntshredripfeed even without the Pack. The prey is everywhere, she just needs to find it.

So she starts opening doors. ]


2. compound

[ The prey is clever. This she learned from the Other Alpha, the one who tried to keep her caged and hunt down her pack (but she was smarter, she killed him and he tasted like a victory) so she doesn't underestimate what she finds when a room full of strange boxes and objects reveals itself. Plants are here. Turning her head side-on to get a better eyeful, she narrows her gaze at the sight of water trapped in containers for the prey.

Biting the first one sends it splashing all over the corridor's floor, startling her, but she's ready next time; gentler jaws pluck it out and she holds it down for a sickle-claw to pierce, hastily lapping up the burst of water that streams out. Three times she does this as her bloodied and wounded chest drips on the floor causing her to mewl and screech, thirst driving her to drink even if it hurts. It's better if she drinks more anyway, that means the prey has less.

She'll remember they keep water here and how to open it. ]


3. hollows, exploring the town

[ Eventually she makes her way north to the only other half-decent source of a food scent that doesn't come with guns and angry prey. It's quieter here and she breaks into a house or two to rip apart the animals inside, cats and dogs providing scant fare for a velociraptor but enough that the warm flesh and blood is welcome. It's not as if she can hunt properly when she chest is so painful, so they will do for now.

The mud tracks large chicken-lizard footprints to one of the houses where she makes a temporary nest of the soft skins that prey wears, laying down in exhaustion. Her ribs are too sore to let her curl up so she lies on one side, wheezing and thinking over the prey's den where they had been rife and confused. She should hunt there when stronger. Find the sheds with their sharp shooting teeth and destroy those first.

Silently, her head perks up from dozing when she hears a noise outside, attuned to the sounds nearby. ]
blackagar: (contemplate: my finger smells of ham)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-13 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods once and glances away, back to a row of earmuffs he's just discovered and can't work out a use for, because he's essentially out of other things to look at it. It's the sort of vague yes given when one doesn't want to encourage the line of questioning. He can write, it's just not the most dignified thing in the world to be scrawling down answers on little scraps of paper.

That said, though, he does see an awful lot of paper around... for targets and score-keeping, he assumes. And it would be nice to know her name. Maybe she'll volunteer it for him.
blackagar: no cause for alarm officer (stern: no baby-eating around here)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-13 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Black Bolt moves in step with him, attention alert on their surroundings, and maybe more focused on at least half of them. If there's just one thing that can be appreciated about tense, unknown situations like this, it's that you can generally trust people you've just met to be willing to work with you for survival. His new friend can probably manage to keep his half of things watched.

His only sound is footsteps, of course, unarmed and unconcerned despite that, looking vaguely like he takes a casual stroll through the unknown every day. He slows only in response to a faint rustle coming from ahead to their left, eyes intent on the area. ]
blackagar: (contemplate: unshaken solitude)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-13 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He glances to catch the thanks, but doesn't bother with a reply. She might not be one of his subjects, but she'll be protected nonetheless. It's the least he can do for someone in danger.

He slows when a set of double doors of the kitchen come into sight, and pushes them in to hold one open for her. After you. ]
raptorminor: (Default)

[personal profile] raptorminor 2015-07-13 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ur so weird echo. These nests are weird! Who builds nests off the ground!! (Maybe...maybe pterasaurs?) The others aren't here, so she'll move on dutifully. Like a good pack member who is not easily distracted! What if. What if she starts cawing out to the others, then surely they'll come find!]
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[personal profile] raptorminor 2015-07-13 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[The big strange not-people(?) lowers to the ground, and like Natasha, Charlie chooses to consider this an act of appeasement. Purrgrowl chitter. She leans closer to get another whiff of that almost burning on fire smell to see if there's anything else she can catch, something that might explain Pyro.

Nothing can explain Pyro.

...So what if she tries to pick up the stick off the ground. Is this an offering to the raptor gods, bow and despair? She'll lick it and nibble on it, adjusting it in her mouth. It doesn't taste like any normal stick she's tasted before. Gross.]
rexponsible: (Default)

[personal profile] rexponsible 2015-07-13 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Claire locked eyes with the cat - she wasn't trying to assert dominance or any some such, but as a human who was very much entrenched in the corporate world, eye-to-eye contact was a gesture of respect. The cat just flicked her ears in response.]

She seems quite secure with you now.

[Claire looked back to Raleigh, giving him the same eye-to-eye treatment before extending her hand.]

I'm Claire Dearing.
raptorminor: (Default)

[personal profile] raptorminor 2015-07-13 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Surprisingly enough, that does increase his odds of survival if all he wants to do is just stand there. It at least delays the inevitable.

This is not Alpha, but this people uses some familiar words. Easy, to calm, to back down, to settle. Charlie's always been pretty bad at settling down, but boy oh boy this is confusing. Should she take orders from a people that isn't Alpha? Is that right, or allowed? Her foreclaws relax some, pulling back toward her chest more, and while her mouth doesn't close all the way, it closes some of the way. Maybe this one will treat her for a good chase?]
rexponsible: (Default)

[personal profile] rexponsible 2015-07-13 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wow. That was a pretty bad joke. Claire wasn't an expert on jokes, but she could tell that it was a fairly lame one.]

[She offered him a tight smile, though; no need to bite the hand that fed her (or attempted to, anyway). His uniform might've offered another person comfort, but Claire had seen uniformed personnel get eaten by a rampaging dinosaur. Sometimes, even uniforms and what they entailed weren't a promise of safety.]

[Still, though - she accepted the water gratefully, giving him a small nod.]


Thank you, officer.

[Chocolate cakes weren't at the top of her foods to eat list, but she was fairly hungry.]

What about you, though?
rexponsible: (Default)

[personal profile] rexponsible 2015-07-13 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Claire was accustomed to British accents and accents of all sorts, considering the multinational staff and visitors that Jurassic World saw everyday. She took note of it, giving the other woman a tight-lipped smile of her own. She may not have looked as stern or foreboding as Peggy, especially in her tattered clothes, but Claire did have that polished, professional air of a woman who had a position of authority.

She reached out and shook Peggy's hand. Her answer wasn't something that Claire had wanted to hear, but an answer was still an answer, and something could be deduced from it.

"North or South America? I was in Costa Rica before I woke up here," Claire remarked, looking around the vehicle bay with the obvious idea to drive around and see her surroundings.
prepper: (Default)

[personal profile] prepper 2015-07-13 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... wow. ]

I see. [ she pauses, thoughtfully. ] At least dealing with it turned up medication and not something even more horrible for people who're already dead to have to go through.

[ he seems like a perfectly pleasant, nice young man. pepper is unnerved by her own initial reaction to him, even if it's kind of reasonable, considering that he does stick out a bit, but come on. she's had a mostly normal conversation with him. she kind of understands that feeling, of having to get used to something and make it normal. ]

Want a hand looking for it? The medication, I mean. Two sets of eyes are better than one.
blackagar: no cause for alarm officer (power: devastation)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-13 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Aisle two? He glances up at the numbers atop the rows for just a moment, and without an answer, strides toward the aforementioned aisle himself. It's unpleasant, but since she's the one that knows what they're looking for and all he can do is take care of any trouble, it makes more sense that he take the job.

A spark of blue begins to dance around the ornament at his forehead as he walks, and to infrared vision, his right arm would be beginning to glow brightly. The creature notices him about halfway down the aisle and starts toward him with a quick shuffle. He ducks under its uncoordinated grab for him, and though the punch he swings isn't fast or with any particular strength behind it, that heated power flares on contact and its head disintegrates. The blue sparking goes dead as the body falls, and he turns to head back toward Batgirl. ]
kamikaze: (pic#9321397)

[personal profile] kamikaze 2015-07-13 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nux is ravenous for answers. All these things he doesn't know, they bear down on him. Smog. So when the figure shrugs like he has no idea, Nux's face falls. Except-- mystery box! Maybe he can figure it out himself. Could use these parts and anything else he finds to construct a rig of his own, just like his previous vehicle.]

Then it is mine to claim!

[Gives the handful of wiring one last fond look before he starts gathering all the pieces up to store them within the machine again. He'll lug this prize away and cache it. -- Where? The concept of a room to yourself is one foreign to a War Boy. Even wonderful Valhalla can't stir up the thought.]

Where's the best hiding spot?

[Gotta know that one, at least.]
scorpiowned: (pic#1762992)

i will treasure it. this is the gift you get in return

[personal profile] scorpiowned 2015-07-13 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Grif rolls his eyes. Look at Simmons acting all tough, like a real rebel. "Yeah, yeah, I guess it doesn't matter. What are you going to do with water anyway? You'd probably rust yourself out." The rudeness is too real today. Simmons' question is answered with a bland tone of voice and a quick point towards the inside of the compound. "In there."

No shit, right?

Grif hasn't left the safety (safe until proven otherwise, anyway) of the compound door, but he does stand on tippy-toes and look around as best as he can. There's obviously supposed to be something dangerous out here, but he can't see anything as of yet. "So what's out there?"
blackagar: (stare: whoa say that again)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-13 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This boy seems to have all the instincts of a rat, tearing things apart and wanting to stash them away. It's more amusing than anything else. Black Bolt doesn't want to have to shrug again, nor admit that he has no idea what this place is any more than Nux -- so he figures he may as well offer the one place he knows is as likely as anywhere else to be undisturbed.

He turns as if to go back the way he'd come, but glances over his shoulder to include a come along nod. ]
kamikaze: (pic#9321398)

[personal profile] kamikaze 2015-07-13 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[The first part gets her a continuous dumb smile in response. Stolen mythology, what? Blows right over his head and he doesn't stop to think about it very hard because a lot of people have said a lot of confusing things to him thusfar. Shiny disc drops to his side and then he pockets it, tries to be careful - it's already getting scratched.

At the request:]


I'm from the Citadel... but then I traitored 'em all, so then I was out on the Fury Road with the Imperator 'n all them, and there were some rocks. And some buzzards, 'cept they looked different from the other buzzards. Then there was a thing. [What had that been called?] -- A tree! Then there were the, uh, mothers, and then we went back to the Citadel. And I died most gloriously.

[His smiles widens.]
primaevus: (47)

[personal profile] primaevus 2015-07-13 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There she is.

Owen raises his head, his attention caught when he sees her, the familiar mottled skin, the fact that she doesn't seem to bear any injuries he thought she would have endured. Echo is cautious, that familiar, permanently sneering (Elvis, they all call her because of that scar, a product of a failed bid for dominance) countenance he looks past because she, too, is a part of the pack.

He hears the chitter and tilts his head, before he takes a few careful steps forward, letting her see him better. He's Alpha, he's steady, unassuming, hands spread wide and upwards to communicate, the distinct sound of a clicker pattering out a beat between them. ]


Echo. [ There's a chance she will pounce and rend his flesh from his bones (there's always a chance), but he's watching her like a hawk, trusting that she won't, that she remembers him, because he knows her chitters like the back of his hand, and she's lost, too. ] Easy, girl, it's me.
kamikaze: (Default)

[personal profile] kamikaze 2015-07-13 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[And so the TV is yanked off the table, swung upward onto one shoulder and held comfortably as he takes eager steps toward this enigmatic figure. Of course, he'll follow! What will this supposed creature of the afterlife show him next?]
mucked: (☂ talk and talk and talk)

[personal profile] mucked 2015-07-13 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"We did, yes."

VE Day had been a mixed bag of emotions. Relief; joy; despair. Peggy feels most of her strain now because she realizes (in the aftermath) that she shouldn't have given the archer her proper year. Having lied to Steve about the precise moment from which she'd been torn, it wouldn't do to let word get back to him. Her stomach still hadn't settled after deceiving him. Telling herself it had been for the Captain's own good did nothing to quell her doubts.

Peggy hops down from the lowered tailgate and offers him her hand. "Peggy Carter. I only wish I could say it's a pleasure to meet you, Mister--?"

Her brows raise.
blackagar: no cause for alarm officer (stern: ARMS AKIMBO)

[personal profile] blackagar 2015-07-13 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When he's sure he's being followed, Black Bolt walks without any more glances back. Back into the hall, left, toward the double doors he'd come in through on his way here. It isn't a long walk, and it's not hard to recall the way back. He walks with a perfect surety and confidence, but of course that's just his usual gait, and he would move like that either way. ]
primaevus: (26)

[personal profile] primaevus 2015-07-13 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...Well then, it's good to see that Charlie's spirits haven't been dampened by the vastly different landscape. Owen glances wryly at the bad pill containers that she'd punished, sensing the restless energy that he knows he has to tame; he has to control this, to manage that surge of energy before she hurtles forward and gets them both into bigger trouble.

Or eats the first person she sees -- either way, not ideal. ]


Hey. [ He raises his hand in a fist, commanding her attention. No, not this way. She doesn't get to go outside if she doesn't settle down. Orders and direction -- he knows where they have to go, and she can't be running wild when they do it. They hunt, together.

Owen meets her eyes squarely, calmly, cueing her to draw on his grounding energy. Patience. ]
Not that way, and you know it. Settle.
kamikaze: (pic#9321398)

[personal profile] kamikaze 2015-07-13 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Meanwhile this gangly thing has all the awkward grace of a newborn giraffe, trodding after his new ally in an excited shuffle that drags every step.]

I was awaited, was I not?

[Everything seems almost too good to be true-- Nux needs more confirmation. Has to ask.]