ATTICUS JAEGER
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That day you see the stripper you slept with at the store and you both reach for the melons. Shit.
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Post by ATTICUS JAEGER on May 28, 2013 16:04:11 GMT -8
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Was that some kind of joke? Head closer to the center of the maze? Atticus growled around his teeth, lowering his arm back to his side after realizing he would not receive better signal on his phone just because he brandished it in the damn air like Thor’s Hammer. He could stand there all day like Lady Liberty if he wanted to, and it still wouldn’t have meant a damn thing. This phone was not getting a single bar. He pocketed it again immediately, also reaching up to remove his mask out of frustration. Figures the one day he do something out of the ordinary and show up to a party like this, something bad would happen. He practically scoffed under his breath.
Bad wasn’t even the right word. Once it really hit him later he’d start referring to this incident as batshit insane. Yeah, that sounded right.
His gaze jerked to the young man—still slightly confusing considering the dress—nearby who spoke. “Agreed. Staying is pointless. If there was somebody…bleeding out this bad somewhere in here, they’d be screaming for help. And they’d be close. You can’t exactly run far when you’re losing this much blood, and I haven’t heard anything since we’ve arrived.” He glanced over at the arm on the ground and ignored how his stomach clenched; he gritted his teeth to ignore it. “We can’t deal with the person that did this,” he said, eyes hardening. “We don’t even know what kind of weapon—” he stopped and sighed. He couldn’t even be sure it was a weapon, not with the way the bloody stump at the end of the arm looked. But Atticus couldn’t think of any animal though that could do something like that either, especially not in L.A. “Going out is safer than going deeper in. It’ll take time for people to get here even if we call from that phone. Are we supposed to hope for the best in the meantime?” he growled. “Let me tell you somethin’. I’ve seen some weird shit in my life but that,” he pointed to the arm on the ground, his mask still grasped firmly in his other fingers, “takes the cake. And nothing short of a shotgun is gonna convince me we’re prepared to deal with this on our own. So unless one of you is hiding a boomstick somewhere near by, we go back.”
He paused. “And we have to stick together. No running off.”
He was trying to stay calm and in turn, maybe instill some sense into some of their group that seemed shaken and almost, well, sick. Tsuyu for one, sounded like he was experiencing a little denial, and the other kid looked ready to bolt, which wouldn’t do any good. It went without saying that not all people became agreeable in situations like this, but Atticus would hope that their group could at least agree to the basic principles of safety. He might not be a saint for wanting to stick around to look for whoever said limb belonged to, but in all likelihood, that person was dead. Atticus was more concerned with the living right now. Let the dead speak for themselves later, through the investigation once they reached the manor safely and called the cops.
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Post by EVENTS on May 31, 2013 22:23:31 GMT -8
It seemed that those who were willing to speak up were well against going to the center of the maze. It'd be farther to go that way, but it also meant they'd be safely out. "Then lets go." The guide said, heading down the path, back the way they had come in the first place. It was a good thirty feet of lightly curving path, and then it doubled back on itself to the left. That just lead to another long path, continuing to wind slightly to the left, the curve preventing the group from seeing that far ahead. The hedges seemed to press in ominously, and the amount of light seemed to be rapidly diminishing. They had gone about sixty feet when they'd be able to hear it again--something moving just past the bushes. Only rather then being off on a path they hadn't explored, the sound seemed to be coming from where they had just been, and the scuttling noise was clearly audible through the hedge to their left. The guide yelped when it started--and took off, bolting down the path. There was no way he was staying around. Not with something lurking just past the hedges. [You can view a map of what you've explored HERE. The red spot is the arm, and the blue spot is your present location. Since no one was paying attention, you don't remember the way back.]
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MARIELLE LAROUX
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Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on Jun 3, 2013 4:53:18 GMT -8
A lot of the exchange between the men was spent with Marielle fighting with her phone, considering what each of them said, and occasionally glancing back at the arm to see if any other signs of what had happened cropped up while she wasn't looking. It still took all her power to not go investigate it – none of the others seemed willing to take a single step closer, however, and she wasn't fool enough to venture more than a couple feet without backup with her, so she stayed put. When she was done doing the 'come on give me a signal' dance with her phone and tucked it away again, she turned to the conversation still ongoing, finally placing her input in to agree with the others there, figuring calling for medical attention was near a lost cause.
“Getting ahold of security may be wise as well...this place certainly has enough of it.” she commented, tone matter of fact, calm in the middle of the tension due to her body automatically adjusting to 'panicking helps no one' mode. “To be honest unless the person is smart or has someone else who has some level of medical knowledge by the time an ambulance gets here there's a good chance it won't matter, so leaving would be smart.” she had agreed with the others, nodding tightly as she said it. As the others moved to head back down the high walled pathways she followed, falling silent again as her mind kicked into overdrive. That arm hadn't been cleanly removed in the slightest – she actually had no idea what could have done something that looked like that. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know, because her mind, ever helpful, decided to supply her with 'something big'.
Very brief images of wild animals that had previously been displays flashed in her mind, followed by the face of the man ho's fate she'd never properly learned, and she couldn't deny the sensation of unease was similar. Something that makes no logical sense and appears to be attacking people...I wonder where the similarities lie' she thought wryly, decidedly not dwelling on the souvenir she still had from that little venture still back at her house. Yes because that was what everyone wanted to remember near death experiences and their most recent girlfriend dying by – a souvenir in the form of a piece the weapon one had used to smash against said girlfriend's attacker.
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the sound that had occurred before sounding again, and instantly Marielle was on edge, eyes narrowing and stance tensing significantly as the skittery noise fell just to her left again. There was a split second pause where she debated it, before cautiously moving her hand towards her bag to pull her only weapon out, distrusting of things that could sever arms. Naturally. However, the slow and deliberate movement was ruined gloriously by the tour guide shamelessly running for the hills. A small snarl escaped her throat very briefly as she turned, pulling her taser out in the same movement as she yelled as loud as she dared to after him “Stop drawing attention to yourself you idiot!”
'Someone obviously has never seen horror movies' her mind supplied, tone dry and annoyed. However, she was not going to give chase after him – instead, she made it a point to stay as close to the group as she could, supplying glares to each of them in turn lest one of them get a similar bright idea. “Move. Together” she hissed, taser held carefully in one hand as she gestured with the other for them to go. She was unsure which was the most dangerous position – taking point or rear guard, but rear guard seemed most likely, and naturally Marielle was going to place herself there. No more deaths while she was there goddamit.
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Jun 5, 2013 20:26:15 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] He followed the guide. Honestly, all Leon could see was a path in front of him and hedges to the side. He couldn't remember the twists and turns of this maze. Well, as long as the tour guide was here and able to get them out. They really hadn't been walking for long, so they should be out in a little bit, right? As long as they didn't suffer the same fate, Leon was happy and dandy with life. Really, he should've insisted someone to come with him because then he'd actually be complaining, not penting up all his fear. Because the more he thought about it, the more terrifying everything became.
The hedges got taller, the atmosphere got darker, and things were scary. If he weren't in front of people, he'd probably be screaming for his mom. Or one of his brothers. Yes, probably them because perhaps they would be in hearing range... if they had actually bothered to accompany him. So if he died here in this scary as hell maze he was promptly placing the blame upon those two for not coming here with him. Yep, sounded like a great plan for Leon. Their fault. Totally their fault.
Of course, he didn't think he'd actually die. Nah, he was too pretty to submit to that kind of fate. It wasn't until that tour guide ran off that he started to think, hey, maybe this was actually physically dangerous. The rustling of the hedges was disorienting and Leon was having a really bad feeling about it. It wasn't just his mind psyching himself out. Did he really just... leave the group here? "Hey come back - oh you can't hear me anymore." Leon stared down the path. "Do we... follow him?" He didn't want to ditch the heels but if the tour guide was as fast as that, he wasn't sure if he could even keep up even if he was without the heels. |
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ATTICUS JAEGER
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That day you see the stripper you slept with at the store and you both reach for the melons. Shit.
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Post by ATTICUS JAEGER on Jun 8, 2013 9:24:22 GMT -8
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Did…did that stupid shit just run off and leave the rest of them standing here without a clue on how to get back? Atticus felt his fingers twitch by his side—itching for something to strangle. Or possibly beat into an unrecognizable pulp. He had looked away for a moment—that unusual crackling noise catching his attention, closer than before, maybe on the other side of the hedge, his back straightening, shoulders tightening, heart seizing—and then when he glanced back, the brief shock over, Atticus heard a terrified shriek. He saw a body veer around the corner ahead of them, senselessly making more noise. Atticus ground his teeth together. It had been a long, long time since he had last lost his temper, but he could slowly feel his patience splintering like thin ice, each crack spider webbing out of control until eventually, there would be nothing left but cold, angry waters that drowned everything in its own undertow. His gaze slid toward the others to make sure they were still here, still together, though it wasn’t really necessary. Atticus knew that it was their guide who had run off, and confirming it only made him slowly clench one hand into a fist.
His knuckles were drawn white with the strain of his grip.
God help that man if Atticus ever saw him again. Even if he wanted to hunt that sad sack of shit down, he couldn’t do it without breaking from the group. And he couldn’t do that without looking like a hypocrite or pissing everybody else off. It wasn't right to ditch them anyway. “Let’s hope he can run fast,” he growled around gritted teeth, “because if I catch up to him after this, I’ll shove my boot so far up his ass he’ll be shittin’ leather for three weeks.” He jerked his gaze to Marielle. Something about her narrow eyed warning and the somewhat detached way in which she handled the situation helped to curb his anger. At least a little.
“Everyone move,” he said, his voice low. “Quickly and quietly.”
Without waiting for a response, Atticus started to leave, making sure to keep close to the group while simultaneously trying to ignore any scuttling sounds. He had urged them to move quickly, and in spite of his bad leg, and growing temper, he kept his mouth shut and stuck to the plan. It would do no good to panic now. Only occasionally did he glance back, keeping a wary eye on the sharp twists and turns in the maze.
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TSUYU SHIELDS
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Post by TSUYU SHIELDS on Jun 10, 2013 19:18:48 GMT -8
When the decision was made to get out of the maze as soon as possible (a decision that Tsuyu agreed was wisest at the moment), all the light haired male could do was nod numbly and begin to follow the rest of the group as calmly as he could. Although Tsuyu had never actually seen a corpse before and did not know exactly how he'd react to seeing a real one, he had seen plenty of them on television since Criminal Minds and CSI were favorites of his brother's. It seemed that his reaction to fear was to instantly clam up and freeze in place. After seeing the arm, Tsuyu was considerably paler but at the moment began to worry that he would faint on the spot. That would not be good especially since whatever attacked and not killed (or so he kept telling himself) the person was more than likely still in the maze with them. He had enough sense to realize that if he did faint, he'd be dead weight and they would more likely leave him behind than slowly drag him along to safety.
He continued along the path with the group, praying and hoping to whatever deities there were out there that they made it out of this stupid maze safely. He couldn't help but wonder if he brought this on himself. He did ask for excitement, after all. And then he heard that sound again. That strange and annoying scuttling sound that reminded him of rats with nails quickly running across the boards of an attic. Except this time the sound was much louder and clearly coming from their left. Tsuyu did not have time to react before their oh so responsible tour guide decided to bolt from his position and through the maze. Rather than disgust from the arm, he now felt a mix of anger and worry. How the hell were they going to get out of this stupid maze now? He had half a mind to chase after the guide and throw his metal fan at his face.
Thankfully for him, the two adults around him seemed to be much more responsible and level headed in this situation. For once, Tsuyu decided to shut up and actually listen to guidance from those in charge. It seemed better than getting attacked, yes attacked, by some sort of wild animal.
Tsuyu walked with the group quickly, making sure not to get himself left behind.
"So does anyone actually remember the way out?"
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Post by EVENTS on Jun 13, 2013 18:32:28 GMT -8
The guide would be out of sight in no time at all, especially considering that the group had opted to stay together. The path would carry on the same distance they'd just came, and then would dead end abruptly. There were two paths--one left and one right, and neither had any signage. The right path, however, would reveal a gruesome sight. When the arm had been left, it was just an arm--clean and neatly severed, with minimal blood. There was an arm, but there was very minimal gore. This was different though. None of the group would be able to exact revenge from the guide, as he was quite dead. It wasn't a clean kill either. The body was half-buried in the hedges, and it seemed that the hedges had taken their toll on him. It was as if the hedges had come alive, dragged him into them, and then put an end to him. One particularly thick branch had wrapped around his throat, and it was obvious to anyone with medical training that he'd choked to death, his face an odd shade of blue-purple, eyes bulging. His hands were raised up, locked around the branch at his throat, clearly having tried to pull it away. The rest of his body wasn't undamaged though. The branches had wrapped around large parts of him, and in several places had left deep scratches, tearing through his clothes and flesh. He was quite clearly dead, although it was obvious he'd only recently died--if they had run after him, he likely would have still been alive. [You can view a map of what you've explored HERE. The red spot is the arm, and the blue spot is your present location. Since no one was paying attention, you don't remember the way back.]
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MARIELLE LAROUX
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Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on Jun 16, 2013 14:06:49 GMT -8
The comment made by the older man about what his plan was when he found him caused her the smallest flash of amusement, which died quite quickly in the presence of their current situation. “That makes two of us.” she commented in turn to him, mentally adding 'though I believe a heel may be significantly more painful for those purposes'. Wit wasn't really proper in the moment, though, so she refrained from speaking it...for that matter she knew none of these people and she preferred they see her as a humorless hardass, in hopes they would be threatened enough to listen to her. She kept herself alert, eyes swooping over every surface, looking for any hint of movement as she remained at the back of the group, taser held aloft.
There was an almost oppressive silence for a few moments as the group shuffled themselves along, and as a question was posed by the light-haired male, and she repressed an urge to make an annoyed noise. She supposed she shouldn't be, it was a fair enough question, but she was starting to realize that she was, yet again, set to cooperate with a group with limited estrogen. The last time hadn't gone too well for the male side, and while she had already made a mental tick against those two just for their gender, she still didn't wish death on them. So she answered, tone only a little bit clipped “No. But I think moving is generally a good idea, knowledge of the exit or not.”
When they got to the end of the path they were on to find a split path, she was only slightly surprised to find the gift left for them in the hedges. She did recoil a bit, face scrunching in an expression that read somewhere between 'you idiot' and 'well shit', but was silent, eyes running over his body to see if there was any other obvious cause of the guide's demise besides the very telling shade of his face and the appendages wrapped around his neck. She found none, and in that moment, even if she didn't wish to, she pulled herself closer to the others, and away from the hedges – that wasn't something gratuitously posed by someone...there was no time to do something that intricate. And while it was ridiculous, she'd seen a lot more bizarre things recently. The plantlife that covered his body had to be what had done it. 'Honestly, after Val acquired that thing, violent plants don't surprise me anymore.'
“Do not touch the hedges...in case that wasn't obvious. If he was headed down this path we need to head this direction as well.” she stated, tone matter-of-fact, doing well to cover her distress about the situation. She felt slightly less guilty than she would have if the guide hadn't ran off like a little girl, but the fact they'd technically already lost one didn't do anything to help her mentality. A little bit shaken with mental images of another person that had been killed due to having been left behind (whom she had only known a few minutes, but still), but still determined, she jabbed the nearest person to her – the yellow dress one – to spurr them along and get them moving. Unfortunately, with the realization that the hedges were there nemies now, too, there was no 'rear' guard – but she kept the pretense of it up, regardless.
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Jun 19, 2013 3:10:24 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Leon thought this was a bad idea. Everything was bad. Bad. He didn't want to be here anymore. Everything was so scary, everything was making him scared. There was wind? Oh, well it was scary. The sky was dark? Oh, well that was scary too. Goodness, and he couldn't stop thinking about that arm, how terrified he was, and how much he wished he had his brothers with him to protect him. If there was an arm, there was someone walking around without an arm, or worse, possibly dead. He didn't want to think about it, but his brain forced him to do it. There was nothing else he could really do in this situation aside from trying to get out of this maze, and fast. Try as he might, he could not remember where the exit was, what direction, nor could he even remember which direction they had come from - well, aside from the obvious behind him.
He contented himself to following the remainder of his group. The three of them seemed to be a lot more composed and calm in this situation than he was, and he was pretty sure that they were probably could handle this situation a lot better than he could. In fact, he was pretty sure they could take care of him, and it made him feel better. Slightly, because whatever the hell was out there, slicing arms off of people, obviously couldn't be anything that he could stand a chance with, or so he drew as a conclusion.
"Oh god..." Were they shitting him? They were shitting him. It had to be a joke. He couldn't stop staring, even though the sight was gruesome and making his stomach churn. What in the world could the tour guide have possibly done to get himself in that situation? No, there was no way that guy, as stupid as he was, could do that to himself. It was the work of something else, and Leon tried to shut up his brain right then and there. Were these hedges deadly? Because they were surrounded by them. They were doomed, absolutely doomed. That familiar wave of nausea flooded him again as this time, he wasn't exactly sure if he could hold it down again.
He was still staring when he was jabbed by that woman. Although she was scary, it didn't seem like she was posing a threat. Rather, he felt glad to have someone like that. He had no idea what she was like, but if she was anything like she appeared surely everything would be okay. He couldn't tear his eyes away, but he knew he had to keep moving. Leon didn't want to end up like that unfortunate guy, all tangled up in that horribly way in the hedges. |
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ATTICUS JAEGER
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Post by ATTICUS JAEGER on Jun 21, 2013 13:43:25 GMT -8
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Atticus did not stop; he slowed. The crunch of gravel under his boots seemed obnoxiously loud in his ears as his gaze crawled from the path ahead and drifted slowly down to the ground, where a burst of color caught his tired eye and held it there. He exhaled in acknowledgement a second later—a soft, almost inaudible sigh—that mirrored how exhausted he felt with this whole situation, but in the split second it took him to acknowledge the guide’s strangled, bruised neck and bulging eyes, he was already moving on. Shock, grief, anger, perhaps even a touché to some divine power over the fate of a coward—it would all have to wait until he was out of the maze. For now, Atticus simply wasn’t putting up with it, a lesson in patience that he had learned over the course of many years and forced himself to remember. No, he would have to adapt. To move with the flow as he had in the past. There were at least, a few good things that came with age, and as he walked by this latest victim he found himself focusing more instinctively on what must be done and not on what had happened.
“Agreed,” was all he said to Marielle. It made logical sense that they follow the direction the guide had started in, and it made even more sense to stay away from the hedges. Atticus had long since stowed away the disconcerting elements—the weird shit—going on here and accepted it as truth. Oh, a severed arm and no body? Fine. Weird noises? Cool. Hedges that strangled people? Why the fuck not? Hedges were notoriously evil in the media anyway; he remembered watching a movie once where the hedge animals came to life when people weren’t looking directly at them. Each animal, a lion here, a bear there, a dog, a leopard, a rabbit, they would stalk across the garden toward their prey. They would freeze in place again only when they were being watched, as if indulging in some childish game of Red Light, Green Light until finally it was too late. They were upon you. Ripping you apart, limb from limb and drowning out your screams with the crackle of their underbrush.
Yeah.
Sorta like that shit.
Atticus snorted. He walked for a while more, keeping as close to the group as possible while maintaining a level of indifference and narrow eyed calm that might have appeared…well, too detached. However, upon turning the latest corner he caught sight of a structure that gave him an idea. It was one of the dozens of statues that the group had passed up in the maze. Raised up on a three foot tall pedestal, it towered well above the height of the hedges, especially because its white, almost alabaster-like surface depicted some bare faced rider on a rearing horse, and the proportions were larger than they would have been in real life. He glanced at the others.
“Give me a minute. Might be able to get a good grasp of direction.” He quickly shrugged off his suit jacket, shoving it into the hands of the closest person, adding, “Hold this. It’s a rental.” Atticus could remember climbing a lot of things—fences, brick walls, cars, houses, trees—as a kid, but he hadn’t exactly done so recently. It was like riding a bike again, remembering those distant days in poor neighborhoods when sometimes your only ladder literally became the wall in front of your face and your own upper body strength. Regardless, thanks to capoeira and staying in shape, he didn’t find the climb too troubling—simply annoying. Only his shoes seemed to be an issue, their fancy soles requiring better footholds and preventing him from flash maneuvers that would have saved him a few seconds. His knuckles were white and he withheld another grunt as he finally grabbed the human head of the statue, wedging one foot on the horses’ neck and planting the other squarely on the rider’s arm. All in all it was dangerous; he must have been more than ten feet off the ground, but standing still, he could see…well. Quite a ways out into the maze.
And the mansion, with its masquerade party and the lights, stuck out like a beacon. He quickly began to memorize—and vocalize—the extent of each twist and turn in the maze that would lead them back in the general direction of the house itself…but after a while he simply could not see far enough. “That’s all I’ve got,” he said when finished, ignoring a creak in his knee as he began to climb down. He was less graceful about the latter, mostly uncertain of his footing with these damn shoes, but thankfully enough did not fall off the stupid statue. He did however, hold his breath when he was finally back on solid ground again. Perhaps he wasn’t as detached as he seemed to be if he required a second to collect himself. His gaze hardened a second later. “At least we know where the next few dead ends are. And the general direction of the house.”
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Post by TSUYU SHIELDS on Jun 22, 2013 17:52:36 GMT -8
He was terrified and wanted to know if anyone even slightly remembered the way out. So sue him for asking such a question. The situation was tense but Tsuyu still did not appreciate the older woman's annoyed response. Then again, his feelings of irritation really did not matter when he was still trying to prevent himself from having a full blown panic attack. So instead of rebuking her for her sarcasm, Tsuyu just nodded in response and determined that for once keeping quiet might be a better option than recklessly charging in with his own opinions. Like the woman said, moving was a good idea. The sooner they got out of this freaking maze the better.
Tsuyu stuck close to the group. His mind was in a daze just from seeing the arm. He could only imagine how he would react from seeing an actual dead body. He never did understand this strange, irrational fear of his. He had never seen anyone die and it's not like he ever encountered a real dead body. The only reason he knew of this fear was from those crime shows his brother loved so much. Perhaps he should see a therapist about this after he got out. If he got out...
The reached the end of the current path they were on and what Tsuyu saw made him recoil in fear. Slowly, he backed a few steps away from the body of the previously living tour guide. Tsuyu could feel his heart rate speeding. It was also becoming difficult for him to breathe. Without waiting for the rest of the group to move, the young white haired male bolted. The body was on the right path therefore he would take the left path. Anything to put distance between himself and that... that thing.
Once sufficiently out of sight of both the group and the dead body, Tsuyu stopped to regain his breath. Shit... Now out of sight of the corpse, Tsuyu could feel himself regaining his senses. Unfortunately, now he was separated from the rest of the group, lost and ,alone with some creature out there killing people. Running may not have been his best idea.
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Post by EVENTS on Jun 22, 2013 19:24:44 GMT -8
Marielle would soon find that the images of one dead body was the least of her worries. The stress would be a bit too much for her--and for her other self, standing over a dead body wouldn't be strange, but oddly familiar. To the others around her, nothing particularly strange would happen, but to Marielle, everything would seem to change.
Identifying.
She would find herself on a battlefield, surrounded by death. There were bodies everywhere, and for that moment, she stood alone. She would be vaguely aware of the weapon in her hand and the strong stench of blood filling her nostrils. Despite all the death around her, she would feel no regret or sadness--only a fury that filled her from head to toe. She had won victory on that day, and for the moment, she did not feel the cost of the battle.
Marielle identified as knight.
And a moment later she was back in the hedge maze, having not moved at all. She would find that those some of it had carried over--she could still smell blood, and the distress she had felt had faded into the background.
Unfortunately, the other two that were having panic attacks, they were not abruptly gifted with amazing visions. Instead, Leon would simply feel the urge to puke, and Tsuyu took things more directly into his own hands, bolting down the left path.
The left path was more winding, and he'd find himself doubling back and forth as he ran. He'd find a small wooden bridge after a very small amount of running, and as he went over it, he'd be able to spot Atticus if he cared to look. Eventually he'd be faced with another fork--a left or right fork, with neither giving any real direction.
The group would find themselves in a much different situation. Atticus would make it to the statue, and climb it, but at the top, midway through giving directions, he'd spot something a whole lot more important then the path back. They weren't far--only three turns away--but the hedges were parting between where they'd left the arm and where they were presently. He'd be able to see the hedges parting as he looked, and it would be fast approaching.
Even those on the ground would notice it coming, likely before Atticus even hit the ground (unless he jumped, which would hurt but give him a tiny edge). The noise of the hedges parting was loud and obvious, and only a few moments after Atticus reached the top of the statue, the hedge would part behind them.
The first impression of anyone rational or sane was that it was big. It was a massive centipede, bizarre and eyeless, and it's portions were scaled up several hundred times. It was easily as long as a bus, and each leg was twice the size of a human leg. The arms under it's jaws were similarly sized, and more then a little bit terrifying when scaled up to such a massive size.
It had no eyes or mouth, but did have particularly long stalks that seemed to twitch in the air, and it seemed to be using those to sense as it turned, facing Marielle directly, making a bizarre clicking noise with it's mandibles as it sized up the situation.
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MARIELLE LAROUX
Civilian
IDENTIFIED KNIGHT
I'm the leader of a crowd
Posts: 38
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 07/14/1983
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: UCLA Nurse
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Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on Jun 23, 2013 16:39:36 GMT -8
The dark-haired woman sighed, glancing back at their casualty once more, expression hard. In that split second as she was about to turn and follow the path reality flickered and fell away, and she froze in place, eyes wide and expression surprised. There was a tug at the back of her consciousness and suddenly the shadowy, hedge-lined hellhole was hundreds of miles (and years, though unbeknownst to her) away. The weight in her hand that was once that of a taser was far more significant, though she was unable to properly see what it was – though she felt no need to look because she knew what it was at the same time. Her eyes rested on a very different body from the one moments ago, but just as maimed, if not more – the detachment mixed with ire was an attitude not out of place for her, and she felt it burn throughout her whole body.
She was suspended there, in that scene, for what seemed like ages, unable to process or think about the oddness of it, until she was abruptly yanked back into her own mind, and she stumbled slightly at the shock of it. Marielle's free hand reached up to grip her head, and she quickly regained her footing before she accidentally pitched herself straight into a hedge. There were a few sharp, halting intakes of breath as she straightened back to her full height, but her hand didn't move from where it held her head. However, she was unwilling to stand still for too long, and continued to move down the right path, stride now considerably more halting and that hand that didn't grip a taser was pressed to her forehead as if she' just acquired a massive migraine.
Migraine might have been preferable. What was that? She...she honestly didn't have an explanation perhaps beyond gradually losing her mind...which could be possible, she guessed, what with everything that had happened to her recently...though she'd felt no difference. Subconscious effects could be funny like that, though. She sincerely hoped that wasn't the case, however. 'Could be whatever's in this maze...' but then why just effect her? She could tell no one else had received such a vision – the response would have been louder. This did nothing to ease her tension about it, however. When no other visions came to her within a few moments, however, she dropped her hand back to her side, lips pursed and expression torn between concern and her usual resolution.
Her stride picked up some of its swagger just as she came into the area where the older of the males had shimmied his way up a statue, and attempting to throw her focus her attention somewhere, anywhere but the concern of her mental state, waited for his status update, dark eyes fixed determinedly. She didn't notice they were missing a member – she'd been rather preoccupied at the time.
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Jun 24, 2013 2:47:32 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Alright, so Leon wanted to puke. Big time. The only thing that was preventing him from doing so was the fact that it was unladylike, and it would probably ruin his dress (or his shoes! Good god, he would never forgive himself if that happened). So he held it down. Screw what everyone else said about it being disgusting or potentially bad for his health, he wasn't risking his dress. If he really needed to, then he'll do it when he felt his outfit was not in danger.
Well, at least he hadn't run into god know's what direction. At least he wasn't lost. Well, Leon couldn't really say that. He had no clue where the heck he was. So he might as well be lost, as lost as he could possibly get with this group. Maybe he should have followed the guy to where the hell he was running, but, just like the tour guide, he had been way too fast and Leon was wearing heels, of all things. Definitely not exactly suited for running. Of course, if there was something chasing him he was sure he'd have no difficulties with getting the hell out of there.
Leon's choice in fashion really limited what he could do. Especially with the determination that he really didn't want to completely destroy all semblance of it (or really... have any blemish on it). Nah, he was pretty good with just being dead weight here, so long as he could get out alive. And his camera. As long as he and his outfit and his camera made it out of this, he was perfectly fine doing whatever he needed to be doing. Which, as of now, was nothing that could contribute to the current situation at hand. If he could help, great, but no one asked him of anything, so he didn't do anything.
And holy shit, what was that noise? It was big, it was noisy, and he was annoyed. Well, he was only annoyed up until the point he found the hedges were moving. And then he looked. All he did was look and he nearly fainted right then and there. He was dead. He was dead. Oh god he was dead. He wanted to scream, oh did he want to. In all actuality, he probably would have scream but it sort of half-died in his throat and what came out was a pathetic little whine. He took off the heels, and although his feet didn't particularly like the roughness of the ground, he figured if he did this at least he wouldn't trip over his feet if he broke out into a run.
Because at this point, a huge monster like that would need running away from. He had no weapons, and he was pretty sure he probably had a better chance at living if he ran, albeit a small amount. Still, he thought to bid his farewells a bit early, in case he didn't have a chance to. "Sayonara, nii-san, nii-sama." Hell to it if his brothers weren't there, it was the thought that counted. |
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ATTICUS JAEGER
Civilian
TATTOO ARTIST
That day you see the stripper you slept with at the store and you both reach for the melons. Shit.
Posts: 60
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: July 12, 1972
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Tattoo Parlor Owner/Artist
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Post by ATTICUS JAEGER on Jun 26, 2013 0:07:11 GMT -8
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A lot of good climbing up there did him. On the way down, Atticus couldn’t help but notice the snap and shudder of the hedges, the crackle and crunch of roots rending up from the earth to part the hedges like freshly pulled back curtains. His eyes narrowed; something scuttled into view in the distance, but he couldn’t be sure if he actually believed what he was seeing when he finally set his gaze on it. The massive creature must have been longer than a few cars parked back to back; his exoskeleton seemed waxy and impenetrable, and the dozen of pairs of leg along each segmented part of his body made those familiar scuttling noises. Now they could all guess what had happened to that man back there—and that arm. Atticus’ heart jerked in his chest uncomfortably. Outwardly, his nostrils flared and he began to grind his teeth, his jaw tightening, a vein in his neck rising.
“Well,” he said in a breath, so quiet, so angry, but so eerily calm about it, “that’s different.” He watched the animal for a minute, wondering if he had kicked a puppy particularly hard in a past life and if he should apologize for it. Atticus smirked; in some ways that gesture and the simmering emotion in his eyes might have caused the others to think he had finally snapped. But that wasn’t it. It was the thought of apologizing in an effort to appease some distant deity that had decided to shat on him and everyone else in this maze. Ha. No. That would never happen. He had taken too many metaphorical beatings in his life to stop rolling with the punches now; he’d do what he always did: recover, flash the middle finger and remember next time to keep on his feet. Resilience might as well be his best quality.
Though in all honesty he suspected he might pull back on smoking for a while. There might be some crazy shit they were putting on the tobacco lately to keep the bugs away—an ironic thought.
Atticus grabbed his suit jacket. “That’s our cue to leave, ladies and gents, not play the part of hero,” he said in his still quiet voice, an ugly edge in it that suggested that, quiet or not, he wasn’t playing around. “So get whatever shit you want together and let’s go.” His gaze combed the surface of the centipede thing again, and he snorted. He couldn’t tell from this distance but it seemed…a little more tentative in its movements than it should have been. Long stalks kept twitching in front of it…he wondered if they were a substitute of sort, for eyes. “I don’t think it can see well. There’s no better time to leave. If it gets too close, target those damn things—but if we run, it shouldn’t get too close. Now let’s move and—and…” he glanced over his shoulder and realized somebody was missing.
“Where is Tsuyu?” He had not noticed the young man was missing in the haze that had infected his mind and blocked out most of his emotions. The question ticked through his mind, skipping like a bad record.
…Tsuyu?
…is Tsuyu?
The thought locked more solidly into place and Atticus began to bristle. Hadn’t he warned them to stay together?
Where is Tsuyu? Where is Tsuyu? Where is—
“GOD. @*#$!&%. DAMMIT.”
Time Stamp: May 2nd Notes: Edited that one for sensibility reasons. Lol. There there Atticus. It’ll be okay.
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TSUYU SHIELDS
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UCLA MATH MAJOR
Posts: 40
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MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 07 JULY 1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: UCLA Math Major
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Post by TSUYU SHIELDS on Jun 27, 2013 9:18:26 GMT -8
He was an idiot. What the hell was wrong with him? Death and corpses could be traumatizing of course, but he was the only one that truly lost his nerve and ran. He had run from fear before. Tsuyu was no stranger to bullies and the physical pain that came from being caught by such people. All the same, he had learned to fight back against such fear and stand his ground. Now, having run from something that couldn't even move nonetheless hurt him, Tsuyu felt as if his years of martial arts training had gone to waste.
Whatever Now that he was away from that thing, he could finally breathe again. His heart no longer seemed as if it was about to jump out of his chest either. The sight of the dead tour guide was seared into his brain but at least now that he was away from the physical body, he could calm down again.
He took a moment to survey his immediate surroundings. Unsurprisingly, all there were around him were hedges. Behind him was a wooden bridge that he could not remember crossing but apparently had. In front of him was a fork in the path. Tsuyu took the right path. He was unsure where it would lead him but he certainly hoped that he would find himself at the exit soon. He began regretting insulting the tour guide. He really could use him (alive) right now. At least that terrifying scuttling sound was gone.
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UNKNOWN ENTITY
Reasons Have No Meaning
Posts: 51
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Post by EVENTS on Jun 27, 2013 13:50:44 GMT -8
Tsuyu was well away from the others, and for him, nothing much would change. He hadn't crossed a bridge on the way in, but there were multiple ways in and out, and not long after turning right, he'd be able to spot an opening in the hedge that was letting in plenty of life. For him, at least, an exit would be in sight, although the rest of the group was still trapped within the hedge maze.
The bug rounded on the human in front of him. It really couldn't tell genders--it had no idea of the human concept of gender, but it did know that this one seemed to be younger then the two nearby. It was a youngling--perhaps just a hatchling, because the bug really had no concept of human ages. It did recognize that he was quite a bit smaller then the two adults, and it seemed to bend down, nearly on head level with the boy. Was this the one?
The feelers twitched in the air, moving on either side of Leon, and around the point he was probably pissing his pants with fear, it drew back. No, that was not the one. It had been near the right one, but it was not the right one itself--and this one was young and hardly worth a snack.
So it turned, the hedges between Atticus and Marielle parting as the bug started towards them, making no great attempt for speed. It would overtake them easily enough. They would have to zigzag around, and he could simply go right through the hedges as they parted before him.
At most, they had perhaps a minute before it reached them.
For all intents and purposes, it seemed to have forgotten Leon was there.
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MARIELLE LAROUX
Civilian
IDENTIFIED KNIGHT
I'm the leader of a crowd
Posts: 38
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 07/14/1983
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: UCLA Nurse
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Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on Jun 30, 2013 6:06:02 GMT -8
So apparently, she'd missed a lot while she was off and dazed in her own world, and confusion darted across her features for a split second as their statue-climber told them they had to move. The noise slowly becoming louder – hence closer – told her that was a good call, to be fair. She decided she didn't want to see it. Nope, if they were going to run, she decided she didn't need to. However, there was just one pressing matter after another, and suddenly as it was mentioned, she was fully aware of their missing group member. She made a noise and managed to resist stomping a foot. Eyebrows drawn down and expression grim, she posed the million dollar question - “We going after the kid or not, then?”
And then, not two seconds after she said it, there was the source of the noise that had been barreling at them. She only just managed to keep a grip on her only weapon as she tilted sideways and back to see, and wondered why it couldn't just be killer plants. She wasn't one of those sissy women who jumped on a chair screeching when she saw a bug (well, a normal one), sure, but she certainly didn't like them. And the last thing she needed was a high-definition magnification of one slowly unfurling from the hedges and beelining towards them. “I vote no.” she said matter-of-fact, finalized tone, and dove away from the man she'd been conversing with, carrying her as fast as her heels would allow her just far enough that she could tell who it picked to go after, but not so far that she lost sight of the others – she wouldn't suffer the same mistake of the others. No, she was well within range of sight, and could sprint back if need be – she wasn't about to lose track of them.
But she had to see which direction the thing looked in.
'Don't look at me' she willed. Not for a selfish reason, surprisingly – she needed a distraction. She needed to get a look at it. 'If I can find a weak spot, I'm going to shove a taser up it if its the last thing I do.' Not the best place for those sort of thoughts, considering it could, legitimately, be the last thing she did. Oh well. At least she would have went out in a blaze. Not terribly concerned about her mortality rate, she attempted to mime – terribly – to the man who seemed as equally annoyed by all this as her that she needed someone to get its attention, unsure if the thing could hear and thus unwilling to shout over.
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Post by LEONARD KOBAYASHI on Jul 2, 2013 14:43:16 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Okay well, so much for running. Leon was going to run away quite fast, but it seemed that, unfortunately, he could not do so. He commanded his legs to move out of fear that he would be caught, eaten, and eventually meet his untimely end. Because he really was too young to die. And much too pretty.
Pretty much terrified for his life. Did he really want to die like this with all those regrets? He knew he should have stolen the cookies from the cookie jar when he had a chance. But now wasn't the time to think about those lost cookies. Now was the time to stare incredulously as the giant centipede came closer to him.
This was it. This was the death. He really, really, really didn't want to die. What did he do to deserve death anyways? This centipede was really being unfair. Why couldn't it have come, say, fifty years later? A peaceful party was all he asked, but now he was terrified in unfamiliar territory. And he felt something else - he felt incredibly ticked off. Really had to be him, didn't it? A mixture of terrifying fear and anger towards the centipede was a little... odd. But it was mostly terror. He couldn't move as the centipede moved around him, quite accurately nearly pissing himself. Oh god, he was going to die, he was going to die. It was the end, why didn't he steal those cookies earlier-
But for some reason it turned away. For a moment, a fleeting though flew into his mind. Am I not good enough to eat or something?! But then he reminded himself. This was a good thing. He wasn't dead, he was still alive, he was still fairly healthy, he could still live on with his life for the most part if he ever got out of this stupid hedge maze. And, most important of all, he could live to steal a cookie from the cookie jar.
And then he started feeling a little faint. Honestly, Leon thought he would probably topple over or something. He lived, but he didn't like the fact that he wasn't important enough for the bug. Leon didn't like that he wasn't important. He was never not important! At least he could live to eat another cookie.
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ATTICUS JAEGER
Civilian
TATTOO ARTIST
That day you see the stripper you slept with at the store and you both reach for the melons. Shit.
Posts: 60
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: July 12, 1972
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Tattoo Parlor Owner/Artist
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Post by ATTICUS JAEGER on Jul 5, 2013 12:05:32 GMT -8
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Atticus couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this angry. He wound up lifting his mask and raking his fingers back through his hair, releasing a long, drawn out breath that might have been his remaining patience. “No,” he growled. “There’s no time.” Tsuyu would have to stay behind; not that anybody argued with that opinion. He and Marielle seemed to share the same thought process: nobody had time for that shit. Not with a giant centipede looming not ten damn feet away from them. The kid’ll be fine, he reasoned. The monster was here. Atticus had to believe that. He wasn’t exactly happy with leaving anybody behind—but they had no choice. The man practically did a double take when he started to move and realize that another one of their group wasn’t with them. What was it with people and listening?
“Hey! Move your ass!” He shouted back at Leon. The kid could retreat anywhere at this point, but Atticus would hope he would actually move. The irony otherwise—the ridiculous thought of the kid being squashed under the weight of a bug—Atticus shook his head and growled around his teeth. “Focus! You want to end up with a missing arm too?” He ripped his mask off , turned it on its side and tossed it like a Frisbee in Leon’s direction. It was a reasonably heavy thing for a mask—not that cheap plastic shit because for once he actually went all out and bought nice things—and at its current rate it would zing by Leon, narrowly missing him, and hopefully jogging him out of whatever stupor he was in. “I said MOVE!” Atticus roared, already half turning to run after Marielle. A noise passed up his throat, something between a growl and a worried groan, but then he was speeding off, moving as fast as he could.
The man caught a sudden movement though out of the corner of his eye. Marielle was trying to mime something to him. Smart. He couldn’t exactly tell if that thing could hear really. Or see. He just didn’t know. But regardless of what it could do, she definitely wanted him to do something about it.
Atticus winced and glanced off to the side; there had to be something he could use. Anything. There was a break in the labyrinth coming up too. Could that thing smell? See? Hear? Hell. Think, a thought pressed. He growled and began to remove his jacket. “The one time I spend a lot of money,” he growled under his breath. He pointed toward one bend in the maze for Marielle to take, and then he sped up, stopping at the fork. If they could get the bug going in the wrong direction, that would be nice. He dug in his jacket pocket for something—his wallet. Shit. Besides his matches, his tobacco can and his pipe, he didn’t have much else. Atticus worked quickly. He wrapped his pipe up in the jacket and wrung it tightly together. It made it much easier to toss a ways down the wrong path, which he instantly did; if the bug was attracted by smell, then, well. There was that. It might work, but he doubted it. For good measure, he decided he’d throw his wallet at it—why no,t he was already losing a shitload of money tonight—and aimed directly for its face. Finally, he took the tobacco can and lobbed the damn thing down the opposite pathway before dashing around the other bend and out of sight. The can rattled and rolled down the path, making a ridiculous amount of noise. Hopefully a combination of all three—the smell of his things, the sound of the can, the thought that something had hit it and run down that path—hopefully it would feel obligated, or enraged, enough to take the bait.
But he doubted it. Time Stamp: May 2nd Notes: Maybe the bug likes money? There’s money in that wallet. TAKE THE MONEH.
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