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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] lostsoldier 2015-07-14 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ There isn't any sound after that. After the last rifle clatters to the ground, there's just silence. Stretching stillness. Open, empty air.

Then the click of a safety coming off a few feet to Kieren's left, as Bucky steps to the corner of a nearby shelf, sidearm leveled, squinting at the newcomer from between the slats of his makeshift cover. ]


Come out slowly.
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[personal profile] villainously 2015-07-14 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
( Hook is doing more than a bit of poking around himself. he's found only more questions and not many answers. word is that they might not be in the same time nor even the same world as the place he needs to get back to, and that's a thought Hook is trying to ignore. he doesn't have the time to fuck about here, wherever here is. he has to get back, before it's too late. the only relief he has is that with the dagger removed from the situation, it can't be seized or manipulated to dark purposes, but it's a limited relief.

he's more or less minding his own business, looking down on the grim picture painted from the top of the wall, when there's an unnatural rush of wind and suddenly he's not alone anymore. that would have been the end of it, normally, he's not exactly looking for conversation that won't help him, it's just... )


What the bloody hell are you wearing?

( Hook has never met a super hero, and doesn't understand why anyone would race around in head to to red leather, complete with a mask. the kid looked ridiculous, and that's coming from a guy that... was... also in head to toe leather, but it was black and slightly modernized which meant it was different, okay. )
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[personal profile] lostsoldier 2015-07-14 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes swing over to her and catch, fish-hooked on the belt buckle. Follow the line of it straight to her face. The stilling of his muscles isn't so abrupt as a deer in headlights, but he doesn't guess that she'll miss it — or miss the way he looks a little like she's just twisted her boot heel into his vulnerable bits when he gets a good look at her face. Not the same. But so similar.

Well, don't just stand there, Barnes. Say something. ]


–Yeah.

[ Yeah? Yeah, you're pregnant, congratulations — Ow, goddamn claws. ]

I mean, no— he's nocturnal, [ reaching a hand in after the squirmy bugger anyway, ] So he's he's not gonna be real happy either way.
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[personal profile] reginaprocacis 2015-07-14 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed I am not.

[No harm in admitting that. She considers the woman.]

And I would assume neither are you.
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[personal profile] villainously 2015-07-14 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
( now, now. Hook didn't think that just being in a car made him safe. in fact he thought the devil devices were just about the opposite of safe. you couldn't sit in a huge hunk of metal and expect that nothing would ever go wrong. he just figured that the damn things could likely go fast enough that whatever they needed to worry about wouldn't be able to catch them, but frankly, he knows even less than jack shit about automotives.

the look in the boy's eyes is vaguely familiar. the haunted look of someone that's seen too much, too young. like the lost boys but older, maybe a little wiser; or not exactly wise, but certainly more cautious. seeing dangers everywhere.

Hook doesn't know what a virus is, but the rest of the description is quite compelling all the same. it doesn't take much to decide it's a sort of sickness, perhaps a magical one. he's seen Cora wield a heartless army before, he knows magic can do terrible things, but he's never heard of Cranks. )


Are those what the sign was warning of? The 'Them'? ( why not just say exactly what they were? what was the point in secrecy if they were trying to survive? )
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[personal profile] villainously 2015-07-14 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
( that dress, that braid, calling for an Anna... yeah, all that is pretty familiar to the pirate who has pretty much dealt with it all before. Queen Elsa was meant to be back in Arendelle, the crocodile had forced him to tell Emma where to take them to find their way home. it's good to see her, but she looks a bit off, and he doesn't know why. )

I haven't seen her. ( he didn't know Anna as well, but he remembers; redhead, two braids, a little too perky. ) Are you all right?

( there's just an assumption she remembers him, because why wouldn't she? )
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FRONT DOOR AS WELL

[personal profile] villainously 2015-07-14 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Why didn't they say what 'they' are?

( oh, did you not want to chat, Iris? too bad I guess, because the pirate is confused about that in particular. the message seems to be guidance, possibly to help but he can't say for sure, because in one line it commands the use of a gun and then the very next says it draws something — an unnamed something, but it's easy to garner it probably isn't a good something.

the hollows catches his attention, but he's not sure how to measure a mile. the pirate works in knots and leagues and other stupid old fashioned manners of measurement. )
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[personal profile] villainously 2015-07-14 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
( he doesn't miss the gun she has, and even if it's more modern than the last one he looked at, he knows what it is. he doesn't suspect she'll turn it on him, though he does hold himself a bit cautiously. it's too soon to trust anyone here, honestly. he's not surprised by the fact she tenses at his approach, in fact he'd be a bit surprised if she didn't. this place breeds an element of survival, and that means there's no time to let your guard down.

he's not a threat to her, though; the way he holds his arms wide until she relaxes is a silent attempt at showing that. he knows how to use the weapons he's armed with, but he's not going to turn them on her (without good reason).

he frowns at her idea of making a map, because that would serve if he wanted to stay here. in fact he could make a very good one if he wanted to, pirate and everything. no, he needs one that will lead him away from here, so making one isn't going to work. )


Town? That Hollow place, meaning? ( because that's the only sign he saw and by the context, he doesn't think that's a town, nor a place he wants to go. Hollows are never good, he's found. still, she gestures at the ladder and suggest they survey from the top of it and he doesn't have to consider long. ) Well enough. ( and it's true, he'd be a great hand in making a map, problem is he doesn't want to help in the slightest. he's not going to mention that, but he would take a scope of the land before he tries to make his way through it. he nods at her gesture, and decides she's more likely to follow than lead, so heads toward it on his own. )
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[personal profile] artista 2015-07-14 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
( she doesn't need to open her eyes to know that something is wrong, she can feel it. then she heard sobbing. that's what really wakes her up, that's what gets her to open and sit up so fast she gets dizzy. it takes her a moment for the stars in her eyes to fade and then she realizes she has no idea where she is. the last thing she remembered was being in the bar with jim, and watching john leave after he saw her and jim...

no, she couldn't think about that. she didn't want too. she needs to find where that sobbing is coming from. as she stands up she notices the frozen pizza in the blankets at the end of the bed. her brow furrows as she tugs it out from the sheets and looks at it. was this... what? she shakes her head and drops the pizza back on the bed and turns around, and opens the steal door. she hesitates for a moment. where was she? what had happened? she steps out into the hall and listens to the sobs. when she hears them again she heads in that direction. they sound horrible. was someone hurt? scared?
)

Hello? You can come out... I'm not going to hurt you.

( her senses are still off, and zed puts a hand against the wall as she walks, her fingers ghosting over it just in case she falls and needs the support. as soon as she sees the sign medical bay she can't help but think that might be where the crying is coming from.

zed pushes the door to the med bay open and as soon as she's inside freezes. it's dark, but she has a sinking feeling she's alone. after a few moments she decides to keep going. she has too. she pulls on door knobs - some rooms open and some don't. and she still can't find the source of the crying.

it feels like hours later when she finally sees it - or smells it. her senses pick up on it first, they're already on high alert due to whatever is going on and it comes at her like a frontal assault. zed has to squint as she covers her nose and mouth with her hand.

she reads the red letters. and honestly... feels like she's going to be sick. a new feeling of dread hits her. she hasn't felt like this in a long time. not since the last time she saw her father.
)
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[personal profile] debts 2015-07-14 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's quiet. As the cliche goes— too quiet, and Natasha lowers the sight. Wind direction is relatively still. This is more Clint's line of work, and not for the first time, she viscerally misses her partner.

Friends are in low supply right now. She hasn't seen Tony, and Bruce is in the wind; Wanda's here, but intimacy there doesn't come easy. Steve doesn't know her. Clint isn't— well, Clint.

It's a sentimental line of thought. Ultimately, one she doesn't have time for. Reshouldering her rifle, she frowns at the silhouette she sees in the sights.

One that seems to be growing a little bigger by the looks of it.
]

Hey. Do you see that?
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[personal profile] debts 2015-07-14 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Again (as if the answer begs for more; he asked her more than one question, and she's keeping score): ]

Who are you?

[ Her smile suggests that she knows he knows she's asking again. ]
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[personal profile] debts 2015-07-14 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
« What's he look like? » [ Pushing the clip back in. Considering how much weaponry is here and how many computers are, there's a power source. That doesn't mean her gauntlets are going to be good to go at any given time. They carry a large charge.

She looks up and nods, just once.
]

« I can keep an eye out for you. »
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[personal profile] debts 2015-07-14 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ She hops up.

Or rather, she sits down. Natasha pushes the keyboard on her computer back and sits on the space it opens up, medical bag in her lap. Unzips it to look for something, casual as can be like she hadn't just pointed a gun in his direction.

Little young for a lot of things.
(And your spy friend, too? They start that young?)
]

Want something to eat while you work?

[ She takes out a can of— something. The way she's holding it has only the back logo of nutritional info visible. ]
debts: (the room is empty.)

[personal profile] debts 2015-07-14 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe he's tougher than he looks, [ she says, as if nothing's happened. His eyes catch and linger; this isn't the first time something that sits heavy like recognition has hit someone between the ribs. Natasha thinks, wryly, that this place is starting to be not unlike a high school reunion.

If she'd ever been to one.

She notes it, files it away for future use, turns over her conversation with Clint. (I know you.) Natasha crouches down and extends a hand, as if welcoming a dog to let it sniff her fingers.
]

Poor little guy. You going to say hello?
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[personal profile] shuckit 2015-07-14 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ for a moment, he's looking over the screen, down at the keyboard, like he's trying to remember how to use one. easy way first. see if he can guess it. breathing out, he starts typing. first - WICKED. it feels a lot like WICKED, and as far as Thomas knows, there's no one else that could have, or would have, taken him. W.I.C.K.E.D., WICKEDISGOOD, FLARE, AVAPAIGE, PAIGEAVA. Seeing her move out of the corner of his vision, his eyes snap to her hands, typing slowing for a moment. Just a can, looks like, and she's... offering him a snack? Seriously? ]

Didn't poison it, did you?

[ which... is a joke. thomas is really bad at jokes, so it doesn't actually sound like one, but his eyes glance to her a moment after, giving a short upwards twitch of one corner of his lips. it was an attempt at a joke. ]

Yeah. That'd be good, actually. [ he hadn't actually noticed how hungry he was. didn't have the stomach to eat earlier. as a couple more attempts are typed in ( VC321xb47, KILLZONE, FLOAT, CATCH, BLEED, DEATH, STIFF, PUSH ), he adds on. ] I could eat a freakin' horse.

[ with that he's standing up, moving to look over the actual computer housing, because he could be here forever putting in random things having to do with the company. ]
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[personal profile] intelligently 2015-07-14 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
( Lydia almost misses the name amid the talk of weapons, the quick change back from the short introduction to the topic )

Lydia.

( Her eyes fall from the woman back to the rows of guns and knives in front of them. Is there anything there that she'd like? If the situation didn't feel so grim Lydia would laugh. Weapons? Her? )

I don't- I've never used one.

( She's never fought, that had always been Scott or Allison. She'd been in the background figuring out the problem, or being in danger )
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[personal profile] shuckit 2015-07-14 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
No. Just humanity.

[ the virus spread too fast, and the cranks couldn't be contained. the only ones who'd live through it would be the immune, if the others didn't kill them first. he's saying 2557, though, and that's more wrong than the message on the gate is. neither can be possible, not with what he knows of his own world added in. they aren't trying to make him think he imagined it - you'd only need one story for that. so what gives? ]

It was 2232 an hour ago. How's that possible?

[ 'the Flood'. it doesn't ring any bells, and he's seriously doubting either A, how sane this guy is, B, how honest he is, or C, how much he actually knows what's going on. after watching him a moment, gears turning in his head, thomas sighs, turning back to the treeline and continuing to trek that direction. ]

Fine. Let's see 'em.

[ only one way to find out. ]
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[personal profile] controlledvariable 2015-07-14 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Things Steph realizes: she has found a small nerd.]

I dunno, if the zombies came from somewhere else, you'd think there'd have been more panic. There's no destroyed buildings, nothing looted. It's like it happened overnight.
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[personal profile] shuckit 2015-07-14 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ in all actuality, 'shank' only means 'person', more like 'dude'. 'shuck' would be the one to be concerned about, if it's insult you're worried about, but as rough as thomas is at times, he doesn't usually insult people unless they deserve it. usually.

sliding the pistol into the holster, thomas shifts some, feeling awkward wearing it, but turns his head up to look at what else lines the walls. need more than one. the woman asks a question, though, and his attention diverts for a moment, glancing over her. ]


Yeah... it's a gun. Does more damage than a knife or bow and arrow, faster. [ he remembers the glade, back when guns weren't a concern. not that they were ever new to him - he always had the memory of what they were.

reaching up, he grabs an assault rifle as well. ]
If you don't know what they are, you probably shouldn't try using one.
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[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-14 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Somewhere out there, there is a 15-year-old who would be salivating over the opportunity to talk to Superman. But that's not him, so, mostly? He's kind of weirded out. Freaked out would also be appropriate, but consciously admitting that feels dumb as hell.]

The person who designed this ugly piece of architecture.

[A beat.]

I'm kidding. [The compound is pretty ugly, though.] I'm looking at size, vantage points, escape routes... We woke up in this building. That means it's worth examining as closely as possible.
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[personal profile] deathgoose 2015-07-14 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bigger, older, angry, but far from stupid as a third Packmate arrives on the scene. They're a group, a family of youngsters with the same scent and they are strong and whole, unlike her.

She has to remember to kill the Big Other, one day. Hunt it down for killing her Pack.

Lowering her head reluctantly, she watches the blue-striped one and snaps a few cursory answers. Your Pack. Yours. The furious challenge seeps away in favour of survival submission, for now. Panting hard, her fractured leg shivers under her shifting weight and she knows that if she makes it out of this encounter the Blue One will have to be killed first for the others to follow her lead.

That's fine. She knows the taste of their kind, it's as hot and sticky and satisfying as anything else. ]
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[personal profile] antagonize 2015-07-14 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
[He's been pretty chatty until now, but there's a time for talking and there's a time for shutting up. Right now? It's the latter, and he's coming to a halt as he takes note of that faint sound, simultaneously reaching for one of his guns. He knows the warning on the front door was pretty ominous, but a gun makes him feel more secure than his knife. Mostly because he didn't have to be within arms reach in order to use it.

He assumes this guy can take care of himself, so he proceeds to cautiously move towards the left, trying to identify where the sound came from. It definitely helps that there's more rustling, and that someone groans as they get closer. Well, maybe not someone. Zombies usually fall more into the something category.]


... Please tell this is bad a joke.

[Quietly. They have a visual now, but he's going to stop to observe this thing's behavior. And just in case his travel buddy wants to keep moving forward, he holds a hand up in what he hopes is a universally understood gesture to stop.]
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[personal profile] wipedclean 2015-07-14 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
[The clip runs out and he reaches out and snatches the new one out of the air as easily as if he were picking up a stick off the ground. In one smooth motion he reloads, and with only a second of down time he's shooting again.

His head hurts. His head hurts a lot. But he's the Winter Soldier, built to withstand great pain and injury to complete the mission.

Don't think. Don't think. Just shoot. Make the screaming stop.

Make the screaming stop.]
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[personal profile] shuckit 2015-07-14 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ he pauses a moment, swallowing, and shakes his head. thomas hasn't been out yet (hasn't wanted to be, knows he will eventually, though), so he hasn't seen whata them actually are. his arms cross over his chest, the fact he's lacking certainty, still, putting an uncomfortable chill through him. ]

Don't know. [ turning, he faces hook more (looking over the guy's clothes - weird). ] That's just my guess.

[ because everything, since he woke up here, screamed WICKED to him, and the only other thing he knows in the world that people would build compounds and gates to keep out are cranks. that's it. that's all that's killing humanity. the disease, and the victims. well, and WICKED, in their insane attempts to find a cure. he shrugs, glancing around again. ]

This place just seems... really similar.
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[personal profile] shambler 2015-07-14 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
His knees might be locked but his jaw isn't - as Beth comes close, a muscle in his mouth twitches an involuntary tic, his lips peeling back for a moment as if he's about to start snarling. R's horrified. Here's this perfectly nice Living who's doing the unthinkable and talking to him and he's one mistake away from lunging forward and hanging on crocodile-style. She looks young, which means the memories she have would be sharp and bright but so much shorter than the older people he's killed. Older people's memories tended to age like wine, he guesses.

R clamps his mouth shut with a click. For a second he worries he'll shatter his brittle back teeth.

"B...eth..." R wants to ask her so many questions. He purses his lips, a look of concentration fading onto his face, "...Rrgh....R. Name. Hi..."

R struggles to turn to the half-snarl into a smile: he gives Beth nice view of ruined, crooked teeth and a chunk of something that might've been someone stuck in there.