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Post by VERONICA FERRARI on May 13, 2013 10:19:20 GMT -8
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It was the typical rich man speech you know; welcome to my party, have fun and she prepared for him to either bring up some charity he was supporting. Veronica was never sure if these people wrote their own speeches or just hired some pretty dumbass people to do it for them. If it was the latter that would explain why they all sounded the same. Her eyes began to flutter shut until the word dangerous resonated in her ear. With an eyebrow raised high above her head Veronica brought her attention back to what was happening on the screen. This better be worth it. The more he spoke, the more Veronica's interest was being peaked. She was about to take a step closer to the screen to get a look but then they ripped off the cloth and Veronica nearly jumped out of her skin. What……the….fuck…was…that?! The need to expel her dinner on the ground was overwhelming but she held back her stomach's contents with her hand. Bugs weren't her things, Veronica liked mammals, warm-bloodied creatures. No vermin, no reptiles and of all thing not insects. The only insect she'd let in a five foot radius of herself without slapping it to the ground is a butterfly. And those only got as close as three feet. Honestly, the bug was not in her area that's probably the only thing stopping her heart from beating out of her chest. However bugs don't talk, she didn't spend a lot of time with bugs but Veronica knew with her heart and soul that they do not talk. That's when she really relaxed, that's when she knew it was fake. This guy really got her. Veronica began to giggle, how could she have finally for something so stupid. Looking at it now, the bug looked extremely fake. This guy really went above and beyond. The gun, the bullets, the robot bug, the cage. Woah, her father should throw a party like this. Veronica couldn't wait to tell him about it on their next Skype call. With the her first genuine grin on her face Veronica turned to share her glee with the others. The words got stuck instantly in her throat because the only thing she could see were bodies. Dead bodies? What kind of sick joke is this?! If that didn't make things worst their were snakes making it towards them. Veronica always told herself she'd be prepared for a situation like this. That she'd be one of the few who'd jump into action and save the day but nope. When disaster strikes, Veronica Ferrari froze. She only watched as the snakes drew closer and her chance at survival grew lower. A nudge to her arm made her hop and with wide eyes and glanced behind her to see Kyu-Sik. The look on her face told her something she already knew. Veronica was in some deep shit now. Without much thought Veronica took a piece of Kyu-Sik's suit between her fingers and held on for dear life as he ran. She clamored to keep up with him in her heels and was quite happy she could. What horror movie has to stepped into? If all else fails, Veronica doesn't plan on dying tonight. The thought made her hold onto Kyu-Sik even tighter. She could see a shed, probably holding gardening supplies, coming up ahead of him and she finally understood where they were running too. It eased her mind that at least these people have their head in the game. They didn't plan to go down easy and Veronica would hate to disappoint. It's a game, a game that could save her or kill her but the more she assured herself that she just had to play her cards right the more she calmed down. Veronica finally released Kyu-Sik and fumbled trying to get her phone out of her bag. They needed someway to communicate so what's better than notes. Veronica kept her eyes down keeping in pace with Kyu-Sik and trying to get the right app open. When she finally did they were at the shed and Veronica had already typed up her hurried message. Staring at those snakes gave her a few ideas. "One question, are we going out there and fighting or holding the shed as base? From what I can remember their is one snake, their leader most likely, so maybe if we take the head honcho out the others will go. Any other ideas?" They needed a game plan and planning is one of Veronica's only strong points at a time like this. ❞ YOU'VE CARRIED ON SO LONG.
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Post by EVENTS on May 13, 2013 15:38:51 GMT -8
Things were going as planned. The first few that they had killed would serve as food for their leader while the rest would become slaves. The Snake General was pleased with the progress thus far. That is, until one of the humans noticed their approach. The young blonde was the first to run with the rest of the humans soon following. The ensuing panic was a problem but not entirely unexpected. They were a threat; there was no way around it. The operation might have been quicker had the group not noticed them, but the snakes would get their work done one way or another. Their frenzy would only cause a small delay.
The snakes followed the group but were unable to catch up to the humans before they were able to barricade themselves inside a nearby shed. The smaller snakes hissed in discontent but were soon silenced by the leader.
”Quiet,” the large snake hissed. ”This is beneficial for us. They are trapped inside now. All we need to do is guard them until the appointed time. Surround the building.”
The four smaller snakes did as they were told and stationed themselves around the building. The Snake General felt like laughing at the stupidity of the humans. They had trapped themselves making their job much easier than they had anticipated. Now all they needed was to be on guard until needed. It was not the most exciting job but they had finished their task.
As the snake encircled the tiny shed, it began humming to a song that it had heard earlier and found pleasant. It danced and wriggled a bit as it continued its inspection. He was sure to be rewarded for a job well done.
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on May 14, 2013 2:21:05 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] She was out of breath soon enough, and by the time she made it into the gardening shed she was panting. Joze couldn't even bring herself to look at what the shed had to offer, trying to regulate some oxygen back into her brain. Her vision was blurred for the most part, but she managed to latch onto a rake of some sort. At least it was sharp and could reach... what, maybe two or three feet in front of her? Yeah, that would be okay. Hopefully she didn't die if she thought to blindly charge at the snakes. God, that was terrifying. Of course, they were just snakes, it wasn't the worst case scenario which would have been a repeat scenario of what happened last month.
What the hell was she doing? She looked to see if the last person in had the good sense to close the door and keep the snakes out. Thank god that was the case. But even then, she realized the downfall of her plan. Those snakes - they were chasing after the lot of them, weren't they? Not good, that wasn't good at all. Why hadn't they succumbed to the same fate as thought bodies on the floor? Not that Joze wanted to have the same fate, definitely not. Actually, she even preferred this, but now they were irrevocably trapped in this shed. "What do we -" And she just remembered. Right, she had to get used to not being able to speak. The three words died at her throat, unheard.
No doubt the snakes were out there, waiting. While they were safe for the time being, Joze knew that it was only a matter of time before they got fed up and broke in. And even then... the only way they could really have a chance was to muscle their way out. Joze had no idea if they would be able to do as such. And surveying the people here... they didn't look as though they would be much help in combat, except for maybe the one with the odd name she couldn't remember. She could say so for herself and...
Wait. What was she doing with this rake? Was she stupid? Did she just forget about her powers? She had to find a place with high ground here, maybe she could shoot them down. Maybe if she could get on top of this thing... Too risky. And she really didn't want to burn this place down, which would probably happen if she did as she planned. Joze really didn't want to make a habit of burning down famous monuments and fancy rich places. Actually, she'd prefer not to make a habit of anything, really.
It seemed like the pink-haired bitch (so, Joze still wasn't over the chilly welcome and now that they couldn't say anything she felt free to diss her as much as she wanted in her head) was trying to get their attention, and she saw the glow of the phone. She didn't bother to read it, it took too much time and the blonde was now preoccupied with her next task - finding some sort of weapon that could be salvageable for the rest of them. Plus, the text was tiny and they really didn't have enough time for this shit. Hopefully she would be setting an example and other people could find things that could be weaponized. Grasscutter thingys - they were sharp and had blades. Lawnmowers. Well, they could... move over the snakes and hope for the best if it came to that.
She dug through the back of the shed, looking for something - anything. Triumphantly, she dragged out the gasoline she found. It seemed like the lawnmower was powered by gas, though she thought of an entirely different use for them. She hoped it wouldn't come to the point where they'd have to torch everything to survive, but best have it at hand, just in case. Joze looked around, to see if anyone else found more weapons and they could muscle their way out, because there was no way they could all stay in here for eternity. |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on May 14, 2013 20:37:17 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. His breathing was controlled; in and out, inhale and exhale, keep it steady and keep his heartbeat just the way he liked it. He’d been running all his life. Running and hiking and kayaking and doing all sorts of things outside, and his muscles didn’t protest when he made that mad dash the relatively short distance towards the shed. Being chased by snakes was entirely new, sure, but he didn’t think of it as any different than being chased by dogs, say. Only this was more dangerous. Just keep breathing, though, and focus right on the shed ahead of him. They’d all slip in and lock the snakes out and they’d be fine for a little while.
Just a little while, though. Immediately, he felt his tomahawk at his side and was so glad he pulled a very mild race card when the security guards asked him why he had it. The shed was only a few steps away, and he took another deep breath before slipping in and, once the last of them slipped in, slammed the door shut behind them. Now they were left in the dim shed, without voices. He noticed a faint flicker of light coming from someone’s phone, but he was too focused at the moment to read what they were waving around.
Welp, time to be resourceful then. Oskenón:ton tried speaking one more time, opening his mouth and feeling the air come through, but not a sound. He could hear things, though; the hissing of the snakes outside told him that it was probably only them that had their voices dampened. So that was completely out then, and he turned in the dark, looking for anything that he could use. His tomahawk was there, of course, but he might need something else…
One of the girls had grabbed what looked like a canister, and the red told him it was probably gasoline or insecticide or something like that. Something that was fairly poisonous, because if it wasn’t, it had no reason to be in a garden shed. Hell, they seemed to have gotten quite lucky to get into a garden shed, because there were plenty of useful things in there. Sharp and dangerous things.
Like a chainsaw. That would do.
He saw the glint out of the corner of his eye at first, but quickly reached over to pick it up. Christ, it felt like they were preparing for a zombie apocalypse or something. But a chainsaw would do, yes. Now, did it have any fuel was the question. He pressed his lips together, feeling the weight of it in his hand before turning back to the others and nodding towards the various tangle of tools sitting in the shed. If he couldn’t use the chainsaw, he could at least throw around its weight. If all else failed, he had his tomahawk to fall back on. It all seemed alright, actually. At least, it didn’t feel so stacked against them. |
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on May 14, 2013 23:38:28 GMT -8
tagged: stage 5. time: may 2, 2012 - 11:30PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: wearing this dress and this mask. Had she known that she was going to get chased by snakes tonight, Rhiannon would have picked a different outfit entirely. Yes, she loved the frilly, swishy plum number she had on, and she adored how it looked with her heels, but the point was that running in a twirly dress and three-inch heels was a fucking nightmare. Oh, if she had known, she would have worn a shorter, more functional (though equally fashionable) dress and somehow found a way to match it with a pair of cute boots. But alas, there was no way that she could have had the foresight to predict something like this. Who in the world would predict getting chased by giant snakes?
Rhiannon wasn't quite sure how she made it over into the shed shortly after Joze and Oskenon:ton without tripping, and she tried to tug Kyu-Sik inside as well before she let go of the boy's arm. She held onto her knees for a moment as she tried to catch her breath, wide-eyed and shaky and overall just trying her hardest to not freak out. Oh, who was she kidding, she had already been freaking out the moment she realized that she couldn't talk, nevermind the snakes! Though she supposed not being able to talk would be better than being eaten alive by snakes. Speaking of the snakes though... shit. She could hear the hissing outside. The hissing of snakes that were probably just out there waiting to them to come out again. If she could speak, then she would have screamed. (It might have been good that she couldn't.)
Rhiannon glanced over at Veronica, who was apparently typing something on her phone. Usually, Rhiannon would have leaned over to (nosily) read whatever was on the screen, but the thing was, she was too busy panicking over snakes to really think to read someone's texting. Maybe later though -- she spotted Joze and Oskenon:ton looking around the shed, looking around and picking things up. She would have made a sound of distress if she could. Really, were they seriously thinking about spring cleaning at a time like -- oh. Oh. The moment Oskenon:ton lifted up a chainsaw, it finally clicked in Rhiannon's head. Weapons. They were looking for weapons. Might as well, she decided as she started to rummage around the part of the shed that she was at. Rakes and brooms. A gardening hose and a few bags of manure (eww, gross). Shovels and pickaxes. Motorized weed whackers and a leaf-blower. A lawnmower, hedge clippers -- oh, there was one of those fruit stick things!
The long stick things with the little clawed baskets at the end, you know? "I found a fruit stick!" Rhiannon tried to exclaim, only to remember that she couldn't make a sound right now. (It was only in retrospect that she realized how stupid she would have sounded.) Instead, she picked up the fruit stick thing (she wasn't sure if it was going to be her final weapon choice, but it seemed like a good idea right now. (Maybe she should grab a motorized weed whacker too?) Rhiannon glanced over at Kyu-Sik and Veronica, signaling them to go look for weapons too with a wild waving of her one free hand. (She would never, ever take being to talk for granted again...) |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on May 15, 2013 8:04:03 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 619 tag(s): Stage 5 date: May 2nd Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… They had made it to the shed. Although Kyu-Sik had glanced at Veronica's text while he was catching his breath, he wasn't really sure how to respond to it. In fact, he found himself wondering instead why she wasn't sending out emergency text messages to people who could help or send help. Rather than pull out his own phone to respond to her in the same manner, he gave a quick shrug and started to situate himself in the shed like the others had. He needed a moment to think and prepare for the worst first. Although he couldn't entirely grasp what in the world was happening, Kyu-Sik caught on quickly to the idea that something to fight off the weird snakes was needed. It was easy enough to understand that bad things were occurring and he had to protect himself if he wanted to make it out in one piece. He certainly didn't want to end up like those who had fallen on the garden lawn. As bleak of a person as he tended to be, he did think that 'found dead in a shed' or 'eaten by snakes' made for a very poor obituary. So, Kyu-Sik was digging through his satchel even before Rhiannon had signaled him. Cellphone, bottle of water, chapstick, kleenexes, sunglasses, wallet, floss, a sewing kit, bird-shaped thread scissors, umbrella, pen, small notepad, yarn… Although it was all pretty basic, the boy's mouth momentarily pressed into a thin line when he realized that he was just short of having hard candies. There just wasn't anything he saw as potentially useful in this sort of situation other than maybe his knitting needles? They were metal and long enough to be passable practical weapons, but that was assuming he was in a situation where he'd be getting anywhere close to one of the snakes. Finding it better than nothing he did pull them out of the yarn he had been working on to have them readily available. He regretted taking out his large fabric scissors a few days before, but those weren't something that went through security checks well. Right, well. On to what bigger and better things the shed had to offer. The wonderful thing about gardening was the wide array of potentially harmful tools. Okay, the more he thought about it, that wasn't really a wonderful thing. It was just what would benefit them in the situation. Kyu-Sik scanned the items and started searching for something manageable. Something that he could use while still getting some range. The shovel seemed pretty practical. That seemed like a universal snake killing weapon in what little he knew about snake killing. Though the gardening hose could be better assuming it could be hooked up to anything. He made a mental note to pick that up and look for a faucet. However, first, something else had caught his eye. Despite California's stubborn trend to go organic on more of its vegetation, the use of pesticides wasn't absent. Kyu-Sik would have smiled when he found the pesticide sprayer had the situation been a little less life-threatening. Still, he was happy to find it. He slung it over his shoulder and grabbed the ventilation mask that went with it, hoping that the poisons were enough to at least irritate a snake in the other direction. With the hand he had free, he then pulled the garden hose to a more accessible spot. Alright. Ready as he was going to be. Mostly. Looking around at what the others had gathered, it seemed almost comical. They were color-coordinated with strange makeshift weapons. He wasn't sure when he walked unto the set of a teen survival thriller, but this was a bit silly. |
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Post by VERONICA FERRARI on May 15, 2013 23:23:07 GMT -8
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Post by EVENTS on May 16, 2013 11:59:57 GMT -8
Although the Snake General was pleased, he had to admit that he was a bit bored. After killing the first group of humans and trapping the second group to become slaves for Magnus, his job was finished and there was not much else to do. The large reptile stopped humming the Justin Bieber song and looked back at the shed that they had trapped the humans in. It looked rather large and sturdy however there was only on door meaning that if the humans intended to escape that would be the only exit. The general slid toward the door and knocked on the door with its tail. The door did not budge. There was no doubt that they had barricaded themselves within the building; it would have been stupid on their part had they not.
Despite having stilled the air and preventing them from being able to communicate, the snake could hear rustling within the shed. He wondered what the humans were doing in such a small space. He thought back to the short chase. There were five humans. Magnus did not need that many slaves did he? They could kill at least one of the five for sport and food couldn’t they? In that case, perhaps they could have some fun with them
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on May 16, 2013 18:30:56 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Joze was getting a little... uneasy in this situation. Why were the snakes just standing there? Or at least, she was sure they were just waiting around. She couldn't actually see outside, and it was rather dark in here... Ah, no wonder. In her haste and hurry she had forgotten to turn on the light, and no one else had bothered to do that. It was the panic, she had been preoccupied trying to find something that she didn't realize it probably would have been easier to do it with some light. She turned on the light switch, which significantly illuminated the room. Thank god. It was much easier to see now. It also revealed a few very tiny windows - definitely not something the snakes could fit through so that was good. But that also meant they couldn't make a surprise escape.
The light was near the door, as was the switch. She was close to the door, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when the knock resounded on the door. It... it had to be the giant scary snakes, right? She backed away from the door. At least the door held up, right? That was a good thing, right? Joze perhaps was a little more jumpy and paranoid than the situation called for. She was anything but calm. And taking deep breaths were absolutely not helping at all, despite the calming properties she had once experienced from doing the same thing. Damn it. Damn it! It would do no good if she were like this. She just had to trust herself with this. Fighting, she wasn't good at fighting.
Well, some part of her was alright at it, but all on her own she was shit at it. But staying cooped up in here reminded her just how vulnerable they were. Should the snakes attack... well, they were all screwed if they stuck in here. They had to get out of here. And well, she wasn't sure if she could handle being in here anymore with the snakes just outside. She would have to forge a path through them, and well... she was willing to risk it. She grabbed the three or four cans of gasoline she found. Just so that no one was confused as to what she was doing (if her intentions weren't clear already), she motioned towards the door and promptly marched towards it. Her heart stopped for a moment. Was this a really good idea? Shouldn't she be thinking this through?
Nahhh. She trusted her instincts, as much as the logical side of her was screaming 'NO NO NO' at fifty miles per hour. She undid the latch of the door fairly quickly, opened up tops of the canisters full of flammable gasoline, and kicked open the door, her nerve breaking for a moment as she looked upon the snake. Still she didn't stop, she poured as much of the liquid on him, and knocked his head with it before trying to aim at the other snakes, completely booking it and hopefully not get killed by doing so. And maybe... maybe she should have signaled someone to get her a weapon too. Well, she was dying. She was dying if no one followed her, and she was dying if she had no weapon either way.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on May 19, 2013 16:25:30 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. So at least everybody was getting the idea. There were various things sitting in the shed that was worlds useful if they knew how to use it proper, and a chainsaw was better than anything. A couple picked up shovels, which were fairly decent snake killers, and Rhiannon picked up those… sort of pointy fruit stick things. Well, he wasn’t entirely sure what it would be called, but he supposed it’d be useful as a blocking tool or something. But with nobody able to talk, it seemed that the lead would either be widely disputed or it’d just fall into place. Looked like the latter was happening, though.
But the blond girl approached the door, and he figured it was now or never. Well, then came the knock and he had this horrible, horrible feeling that they were expecting them to come out, just so they could swallow him whole. It seemed likely at the very least, and he couldn’t help but think how his parents would find out how he’d died. Would the snakes be around, or would they just disappear? Would they never find his body? He took a deep breath and bit his bottom lip, a hand on the chainsaw’s switch.
Oskenón:ton took a step closer, chainsaw at the ready. The comforting weight of the tomahawk on his hip helped steady him, even though, realistically, if the chainsaw wasn’t working than a small hand axe definitely wasn’t. But it was there and it was familiar and he’d brought down a couple of things with it in the past so it would have to damn well do because there were zero other ideas that he had at the moment. Just make it out alive, and make sure he wasn’t snake food.
A slow, shallow breath as he cocked his head towards Josephine. Control his heartbeat, think of the waves back home and pray that he’d be able to see it again. That was all. |
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on May 20, 2013 2:14:55 GMT -8
tagged: stage 5. time: may 2, 2012 - 11:30PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: wearing this dress and this mask. Rhiannon glanced around at the weapons that people were picking up around her, and noticed that everyone else either had something that looked like an aerosol-based weapon, or a weapon with a blade. She glanced back at her own, and realized the most she could do with the fruit-picking stick was maybe attempt to bludgeon the snakes to death. That... probably would not work out really well. The clawed basket at the end was not likely to be heavy enough to do any real damage no matter how hard she slammed it down. That, and it was unwieldy as all hell. Distance was nice, but swinging around what was effectively a small basket on the end of long, skinny pole wasn't exactly good for her mobility. No, not a good thing.
So she opted to put the fruit stick back where she found it and instead picked up two of the motorized weed whackers. One for each hand, finding that, yes, she liked these much better. They were lighter, could possibly cut through things, and the blade spun with a push of a switch. That, and they were definitely less cumbersome to carry around. It was about as good as she was going to get with finding weapons she could use in a garden shed, she supposed. Good thing she had figured that out at that moment, because the knock of the door had her whipping around and pointing one of the weed whackers at the door. Rhiannon made a distressed, whimpering sort of sound, feeling as if her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest -- or her stomach, since what was where she was pretty sure it had dropped to.
Had Rhiannon been in charge of decisions, she might have opted to just hide in the shed forever, which may have either been a very good idea or a very bad idea. She didn't know for sure, but apparently, staying in the shed was not on everyone else's list. At least, it wasn't on Joze's -- the girl had motioned towards the door, and Rhiannon wasn't sure if she wanted to scream or cry. Were they really going to go out there? Were they really going to go out there and fight the snakes? Go out there and fight the fucking snakes? The moment Joze kicked down the door was the exact moment that Rhiannon let out a soundless scream. She was armed with nothing but two weed whackers and a lot of oh-my-god-we're-all-gonna-die. Death by snakes. Yeah, that was totally what she wanted in her obituary. What a way to go.
During that moment of initial panic, Rhiannon had barely noticed that Joze had gone on ahead to dump gasoline all over the head of the snake that she could only assume had knocked on the door before she made a beeline out of the shed. Oskenon:ton was quick to take action shortly after the blonde girl, so it seemed. The choice was clear enough, Rhiannon decided. That, of course, would be to stick closer to the person who would probably best ensure her survival -- which at the moment, seemed very much like the man with the chainsaw because a.) he looked like the most physically capable in the entire hodgepodge of people that had been cooped up in the shed for all of maybe five to ten minutes, and b.) he had a chainsaw, need she say more? She hoped that Kyu-Sik and Veronica had decided what they were going to do, because she wasn't sure if she'd be much help to them.
Rhiannon situated herself close to Oskenon:ton and switched on one of the weed whackers as she aimed to slash at the nearest snake -- Oskenon:ton would try to hack the snake's head off if it attacked, right? She switched on the second weed whacker. Maybe they could bottleneck the snakes at the door of the shed and take them out one by one? (But that was a tactic for video games that she had seen one of her friends back in high school use in a strategy RPG video game -- Fire Medallion or Fire Emblem or Fire Pendant or whatever it was -- and life probably didn't work like a video game, unfortunately.) Maybe Kyu-Sik and Veronica would do something that would help them get rid of these snakes faster too? Rhiannon had no idea what the two of them would do, but whatever it was that they were going to do or were doing, she could only hope that none of them died her tonight. No -- this was bad enough. |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on May 22, 2013 15:37:07 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 524 tag(s): Stage 5 date: May 2nd Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Now everyone had weapons. Fairly reasonable weapons. The lights were also on now, which was nice enough. It was good to appreciate the small things like light in a shed in a not-so-good moment. However, the situation didn't seem to be improving, not that Kyu-Sik had thought that it magically would any time soon. On one hand, it was still something so bizarre for him to wrap his mind around. It was hard to believe and he would have thought himself crazy for all of this not an hour ago. On the other hand, it was happening and he was going with the flow to avoid whatever the worst that could come from this was. For the brief pause in the shed, he was wishing he wasn't there. He should've just stayed at home and finished his to-do list. There was so much he had to finish and couldn't let himself die if only for that reason. Alright, well, that was that. Veronica's idea of using phones to calculate a plan was nice, but exactly what he figured would happen did indeed happen. They didn't have a really clear idea of what these things were, or so he assumed. He didn't anyway. With that, anything could change at any minute and they would have spent too much time calculating a plan that wouldn't go very far. Kyu-Sik was thinking of a plan for what he could do in the situation still, but he was ready to adjust that to the unspoken ideas the rest of them were formulating in their heads. He would stay on defensive until he saw the right opening or was needed otherwise. What else could be done? It was on that note that the moment Joze threw open the door and dumped gasoline on a snake, he hurried to grab the nearby garden hoe. His heart was skipping a few beats when he realized what was potentially going to happen now, but it was too late to motion against it and he wasn't going to let himself hesitate. Spraying them down with a hose would have just undone Josephine's move and that didn't seem like a sufficient idea anymore. He'd have to take his chances with just the garden hoe and the pesticide sprayer. With those weapons, the snakes would still not be able to get too close if he acted fast. Assuming the air wasn't just choked out of them before that. Did someone have matches? That would have been too convenient. What concerned him the most at this point were Rhiannon and Oskenón:ton in the doorway, despite how well armed they were. He joined behind them, but he was looking out at the garden to count the snakes. Trying to take them out one-by-one would work from where they were, but one of their group members was now running outside with nothing more than a gas can. She either had to come back or someone had to go to her unless there was something more up her sleeve. His grip tightened around his hoe as he waited to see what the next move would be. He was ready. |
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Post by EVENTS on May 28, 2013 3:56:12 GMT -8
The Snake General was insulted and quite honestly outraged. How dare that blonde child dump gasoline all over him? The snake hissed indignantly at the display. The other snakes went into action upon hearing the outrage that their leader was in. Having a leader that was angry was bad enough. Having to listen to the Snake General’s playlist with him to cheer him up was worse. They had to catch the human. The snakes manipulated the air once again. This time, they made it harder to breathe. They could not kill the girl yet. Not without permission. Once the girl slowed down, they planned on dragging her back to join the rest of the captives.
The two snakes closest to the blonde left their position and made a b-line for Joze. The other two left joined the Snake General in defending the door. The Snake General was not pleased. His good mood from before was gone. What was a bit more food for Magnus going to hurt? There were plenty of people here to capture. A few more dead bodies sounded like a fabulous idea at the moment. He would kill them off one by one for sport once the insolent child was captured.
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on May 29, 2013 21:05:57 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Why the hell did she think this was a good idea? Oh right, gut instinct. Well, her gut instinct right now was telling her to run because her previous one was sorely mistaken - this was a horrible idea and Joze regretted this terribly. Looking back she found two snakes on her tail and no one coming. By this time she had abandoned the cans and was trying very hard to run with the discomfort of her dress. Well then, there was hoping for not being alone, and there was hoping for a weapon. They were probably still be in the shed, so there went igniting all that fuel. The wooden shed was something she couldn't deal with burning right now, so for now she was settling on seeing if she could escape her current situation right now and take out those snakes. Running was probably best.
She looked for some high ground and unfortunately saw none. Joze knew she wouldn't fair well if she just kept running in wild directions, so she tried devising a plan. It didn't go too far since she couldn't breathe all that well at the moment - was it something in the air, or maybe it was because of all this running she was doing? Losing the snakes was harder than she could have imagined, and for some reason breathing was difficult.
She had to get back to the others or fight a losing battle. Otherwise she might really die. She attempted a loop around, looking around for some way to re-enter the shed that was currently being defended by the snakes. The only course of action she could think of doing was climbing that three, but that wouldn't exactly help her get in contact with the other people in this group of their's, she'd just end up on the roof. But, well, at least she'd be able to get aim at things. The problem was if she could climb fast enough so that those terrifying as fuck snakes chasing her.
Out of breath and feeling rather light headed, Joze threw herself onto a branch of the tree closest to the shed. So climbing in a dress was both uncomfortable and hard as hell. She'd rather rip the dress of than actually do this. In a last ditch effort, she pulled off her mask and threw it at the head of the nearest snake, before turning back and grabbing the branches one by one. Best not look back now. She was close enough towards the higher branches that could make it towards the top of the shed now. She hoisted herself onto one of the branches and fell with a thump onto the roof.
Much to her dismay, her dress was both dirty and torn in a great deal of places, but at least she was alive. After a sigh of relief, Joze looked towards the snakes below her on ground level. She had to wait until the other got out of the shed before torching everything, but that was full well on her mind. She drew her bow, summoning the fire from her forearm, and aimed towards one of the snakes - unharmed by her onslaught of gasoline she had tried to spread around everywhere. She needed everyone out of that shed now, the sooner the better. |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on May 31, 2013 5:29:59 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. It was all building to a breaking point, and he couldn’t afford to be the last one out. People were slow, and snakes tended to be faster. The size of these ones really should’ve made them sluggish, but he supposed not, as they moved quick enough to take people down. Either that, or there was something else he wasn’t aware of. Tupliaq or something of that sort, and he had to wonder briefly as to who they were sent by and why. Of course, his beliefs didn’t quite have to apply to everything, but he liked to think it in his head and keep some semblance of order about him.
And Josephine made the first move, so it only seemed logical that, being closest, he made the second. Oskenón:ton bolted forward after the girl, clearing his way out of the shed and pulling the wire on the chainsaw. It stalled for a split second, and his heart jumped to his throat. He’d checked that it had gasoline in it; the thing was full and seemed in working order and—with a sputter, it came to life. This was something straight out of one of those zombie movies, and right now, he wasn’t questioning it.
He pressed forward, wielding the roaring machinery in hand and beginning to just hack at everything within reach. He needed to get away from the shed and somewhere safer, thought he distinct smell of gasoline filled his nose, alongside a distinct lack of breath. Wait, he wasn’t that tired yet, was he? He couldn’t be. He’d been through worse than wielding a chainsaw and all the sudden the air seemed so thin, filling his lungs but providing very little.
Shallower breaths. Just take shallower breaths and focus on not hitting anybody but the snakes. He grunted deep in his chest, swinging the chainsaw at the nearest snake and dashing forward through the tangle of muscle and limbs and dear god what was he doing? A glance back told him that Rhiannon was following behind him with a weed wacker, which was sufficient enough for the time being. Could they make it for the mansion? Was it any better than out here? Too many questions.
There was one snake that was larger than the rest, and he wasn’t too eager to get near it. He had a sort of feeling, however, that it just so happened to be in charge. |
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on May 31, 2013 19:36:58 GMT -8
tagged: stage 5. time: may 2, 2012 - 11:30PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: wearing this dress and this mask. She had started to kick off her shoes when she realized that they were going to have to run at any moment now -- heels weren't going to get her anywhere, even if running without shoes on was not exactly something she was too keen on doing. (Goodbye, pretty high heels that cost a few hundred dollars, but her life was -- shockingly -- more important at the moment.) It was at the exact moment after she had kicked off one shoe and had taken off the other with her hand that there was a thump on the roof -- and that moment was followed by the sound of Oskenon:ton's chainsaw turning on. It was now or never then, it seemed. She wasn't sure if it was actually getting harder to breathe, or if she was just having problems breathing because of how scared she was. Either way, it was a fair ways harder to breathe now.
When the man with the chainsaw charged forward, she followed after, throwing her shoe at one of the snakes -- any of the snakes, for good measure. With the shoe out of the way though, Rhiannon was free to turn on the weed whacker in that hand, and now she had both of the weed whackers she had picked up whirring away. Something clattered to the ground of the garden shed behind her as she ran, trying to keep up with Oskenon:ton. No, she wasn't about to look back to see whatever it was that fell onto the floor of the shed. Still couldn't breathe well though -- was it the gasoline? No, gasoline wouldn't make it feel like the air wasn't there. What was the plan now? Rhiannon didn't know -- had there ver been a plan? Maybe. Maybe not. All she knew was that she had weapons and was around people with weapons. She also knew that she would most likely have to retaliate back with said weapons.
And fire too, apparently. There was something not quite normal with the lighting of the place, and the quick, split-second glance that she looked back had given her a sight that she wasn't sure that she quite believed -- in fact, Rhiannon felt that it was more than likely that she was hallucinating from not being to breathe well enough or something like that. Because Joze was on the roof and holy shit, her arm was fucking on fire. Joze's arm. Was. On. Fire. What. No, no, this was definitely the stress of the situation finally getting to her along with the lack of air, she was definitely seeing things and -- what the hell, who in their right mind was playing Justin Bieber right now? That was so not her funeral dirge of choice. It was coming from the... shed? But who in the shed would -- wait a minute. It didn't take long for Rhiannon to realize that her purse felt a little bit too light. So the phone ringing was her phone?
Goddammit, it was Paris, wasn't it? Her little brother must have changed her ringtone when she wasn't watching the night before. If she survived tonight, that kid was going to get an alpaca plushie thrown in his face the next time she saw him. Or a dead fish, but she didn't want to touch a dead fish if she could help it. Also, who the hell was trying to call her right now, of all possible times? Maybe she should try to smack them in the face with something too. That, of course, would depend on if she made it out alive from all of this or not. How did the saying go? Why did it have to be snakes? She certainly hoped that someone else had a battle plan, because beyond raise your weapons and fight, fight, fight and try to not die, Rhiannon didn't have any better ideas. It wasn't like fighting snakes was something taught in schools. |
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Jun 2, 2013 9:15:03 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 526 tag(s): Stage 5 date: May 2nd Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Okay, well, sort of ready. A thunk on the roof almost made him jump, but it was immediately followed by the sound of gardening machines running. A chainsaw and a weed whacker. That was his cue to immediately follow out the door. He didn't feel as well equipped, but his plan was to stay close to the others. If he didn't, he'd risk having to take on one of the snakes for himself. What he could do for the others was guard the rear and follow up on the damage. His garden hoe was in his right hand. In his left, he grabbed the hose of the sprayer, ready to shoot the pesticide into the face of any snake that tried to follow them. He aimed as well as any person could as they bolted out of the door, swinging the hoe to knock away anything left behind. He didn't stop moving to check and see if he had actually made any sort of impact, but he was sincerely hoping they would all make it away from the shed in one piece. Although the young man tried his best to keep his mind on defending himself and helping the others, he also couldn't help but feel that same loss of breath. Years of playing an instrument had trained him to control his breath and breathe a certain way. Even in his panic over what was happening, he tried to remember that to hold himself together. He tried to will himself to breathe the way he needed to. However, not even proper diaphragmatic breathing could help him. The air just wasn't there. Though he first questioned if it was disobedience from his own lungs, in the back of his mind he wondered if it was connected to what was happening. If only the whole problem could be explained away by some sort of bizarre gas leak. Even an outdoor gas leak seemed more realistic than being chased down by snakes. Kyu-Sik made the decision to toss aside the mask that had come with the pesticide sprayer, as it wasn't doing him any favors with the thinning air. With that action, came the shock of more sound. Music, even. He would've been happy to hear something other than the sound effects of mayhem had it not been the one singer that always made him frown. Justin… Bieber. That was Justin Bieber. Kyu-Sik's mouth curved into an obvious frown. This was not the time for judgement, but if the concept could ever be read upon his face, now was the moment. If he died listening to Justin Bieber, he was coming back to haunt someone. That was all there was to it. He was compelled to take a quick glance in the direction of the song only to see Joze on the roof. On fire. The three things that came to mind were happiness that she managed to find some sort of lighter, fear for her now that she was unfortunately on fire, and regret over not grabbing the water hose after all. Confused as could be, but still on guard, he only hoped that she would be alright. |
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Post by EVENTS on Jun 5, 2013 12:10:21 GMT -8
The Snake General was too busy and too confident in his snake lackeys to pay any attention to the blonde child that had escaped. He was busy with the rest of the group at the door of the shed. They were beginning to escape and the General decided then and there that he would kill the nuisances once and for all. He would just have to capture others to become Magnus’ slaves. It was not a big deal.
A large, dark skinned man jumped out of the shed first and swung his chainsaw on one of the smaller snakes, cutting the reptile in two. Then two more followed. Another very tall man jumped out of the shed with some sort of strange canister and hoe and hand. He too attacked his other snake, separating the head from the body. The snakes might have been amused with the prisoners’ feeble attempts had their General not been extremely angry and humiliated at the moment. Instead, the two snakes that were supposedly destroyed each regenerated a respective head and tail. Instead of the original two snakes, there were now four in their place.
The Snake General hissed at his minions, commanding them to capture and kill the humans. Three of the snakes immediately went to chase after the escaped people while the last one went to investigate the building. The Snake General continued hissing angrily but he stopped his noise when a sound was heard. One of the pink haired women currently trying to get away had some sort of strange glowing device. The Snake General could feel part of his anger slip away as he began swaying to the lovely music.
”Such a wonderful voice,” the snake sighed dreamily. ”This music shall make a lovely accompaniment to my dinner.” With that said, the last girl was dragged out of the shed by the last snake. Her blue eyes were glassy and her pale skin was a light shade of purple. She had clearly been suffocated to death. The Snake General looked down at the girl. She along with the rest of the humans would make a lovely dinner indeed.
Suddenly, a warm glow made the Snake General look up. He hissed vehemently at the sight. No one had told him that there would be an elementalist among the humans. His objective now changed. She needed to die first. ”Capture her! Capture the elementalist!”
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Jun 7, 2013 14:44:17 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Her aim had improved, that much Joze was glad of. Now the arrows were hitting their mark, with some margin of error. She hadn't expected to be shooting fire quite so soon, or at all. But this time she could at least attack a bit better. And not burn herself. And these weren't so bad, at least they weren't the undead. Oh, the little things. None of the snakes had been taken out, not by her anyways. Looking down, she started a headcount. One guy, one pink hair, another guy... Where was the other? The pink hair bitch, the one with the black dress? Damn, was she going to have to wait for her to get out? They couldn't afford to be slow! But killing someone, even indirectly, was not part of her plan. So she would just have to wait her out. Pleasant day, killing snakes. Pleasant day, having a hard time breathing as she did so. Pleasant day, with the chance of dying a horrible death.
And was that... well. They were dead, that was that. Those snakes were... regenerating. This wasn't fucking Hercules. Joze did not expect a few hydras on her tails (or at least, snakes that grew like hydras), they just looked like regular snakes, not an eight-headed monster of mythology! Fire, she had fire and fire was great. Burn them, torch them, whatever the fuck she could. Joze would call out to them, but surprise surprise, no communication. Don't hack them off, she wanted to say. How did the Hydra get defeated, through burning, right? Well, if they wanted a fire, she would gladly give it to them. The two snakes turned into four, and at this time she was just aiming at snakes in general, trying to get them to burn.
Another look towards the front of the shed revealed the big head honcho snake. And also a body being dragged out from the shed. Well, that was no good. The pink haired bitch was an idiot, she was. A dead idiot, by the looks of it. But Joze had no time to react. Maybe she should have been nicer to her in her last moments, but oh well. Whatever. She wanted to survive too, so that meant not feeling sorry for being mean (though she really wasn't), and focus on getting out of here, and getting out of here fast. Preferably now.
And the next obstacle came along. Joze needed to get off, in order to run and join the others. Of course, the problem with that is that she heard the leader, and unfortunately now she was the target. If she went down there, it was certain death. If she stayed up here, it was certain death. Well, if she was going down, she was going down with a bang. Literally. "Capture me? Why don't you come up here yourself, good for nothing worm?" And much to her surprise, she could hear herself. She was just going to mouth the words, but this was even better. She could talk! Oh, how she missed the sound of her own voice. "I bet you're too sissy you even try." |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Jun 10, 2013 4:51:49 GMT -8
tagged: Moose. time: April 25th, 2012. 11pm. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Just breathe, he told himself over and over. Breathe, and now apparently try and defend the girl on his tail. One of the pink haired ones, but where was the other one? He wasn’t entirely sure, but he didn’t have much space to actually care very much at the moment, even if he was soft hearted. Rhiannon did look like she could help herself if the whole thing came down to it, though; she had her weed whackers or whatever they happened to be. He wasn’t sure; he wasn’t a sage with gardening tools. Give him a hunk of wood and he could tell you easily how well it would stand up to carving, but don’t even look at him when it came to technology. Hell, he didn’t even have a cell phone.
Oskenón:ton glanced back and saw several things at once. He blinked, swung his chainsaw down on one of the various snakes that had taken notice of them, and glanced back again. For one, the other pink haired girl was being dragged lifelessly out of the shed. He found himself quite shocked in the way that he could only think one down, rather than the girl as an actual person. Granted, he didn’t know her that well and he was in a flurry of adrenaline and panic, but he was surprised nonetheless. Somebody actually died here, so he was pretty sure he wasn’t on a hallucinogen of some sort.
The next thing he noticed was Josephine on fire. Well, part of her; her forearm seemed to be glowing with flickering flames and damn it, did the gasoline finally get to her? What was she doing on the roof of the shed? Elemental? What was that? Too many questions and not enough answers, and the fact almost distracted him entirely from the music that was coming from the shed. Cringe-worthy music, but then again, he didn’t often listen to western music anyway. He wouldn’t know any better. |
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