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Post by DESTINY on Dec 13, 2012 23:01:30 GMT -8
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This event is a first come first served type, the first six characters to reply below will be allowed to participate. In your post please note what number you pick between 1 - 6, no repeating numbers. All characters must start within the main lobby, or the restrooms near by. You may not join this event if you have a thread passed the time stamp or are already in a event thread. | [cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;]
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This event is pretty simple, stay alive and follow your numbers as best as you can. Stay in character and hope for the best as you try to find out what is going on and how to get out alive. Your numbers will guild you to which board you will be moving on to, but please feel free to post with your chars interacting with each other a little before splitting up into teams. Teams will be posted after all numbers have been pick, since it has been predetermined which numbers go to which board. (Though by your number you will already know where you will be going.) | [cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;]
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The date is April 26th 2012, the weather is nice and sunny with a high of 82°F (27.8°C). The time of day would be 4:10PM. | [cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;]
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The local History Museum, a hot spot for learning and the odd ball of school trips and people with too much time on their hands. Cheap and open seven days a week. Thursday, like any other school day, the Museum is found to not be as busy as one would expect it to be, maybe people were getting tired of learning about history. The first floor lobby, a nice spot to relax, find the bathrooms or decide your path with the wonderful map that was found in the center of the room. link here. | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 500px; height: 35px;] |
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MARIELLE LAROUX
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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 Dec 13, 2012 23:02:05 GMT -8
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Words: 532 Tags: Event Hoes Notes: I PICK #1 [/style] Miss LaRoux didn't get dates very often, but today was an exception. It was nice, really, to know that her decision to reject men didn't leave her forever alone...well, not all the time.
She'd met her at UCLA campus, when she was there with several other history experts for a series of lectures, and after accidentally bowling the nurse over, the two had chatted over coffee on the cafe there. To be honest, when Marielle had asked her to dinner, she hadn't expected a yes, despite Lyanne's flirting (some people, funnily enough, did do it on accident, as she'd learned) – someone who was a history buff was surely stuck in the past and would feed her some crap about how real relationships were between a man and a woman, right? Obviously, as she stood here now listening to the buzzing chatter echoing off the high ceiling in a stuffy museum, this wasn't true.
Marielle stood in the main hall s she waited for Lyanne, leaning causally against a wall, hands together and held in front of her where they held the strap of her bag. Her dark eyes roamed the very thin crowd, which included approximately three small family groups and a few employees leaving their shift – none resembling the chesnut-colored hair of the woman she was meeting, though she knew she was part of the chunk of employees currently leaving. She couldn't deny it – she was a little bit excited. It had been a ridiculously long time since she'd had a date, a real date, and from what she'd seen of the woman the other day, she had high hopes – well, higher than she'd had in a while, anyway.
Finally the woman in question emerged from one of the hallways that met up with the foyer, and Marielle pushed herself off the wall, stepping across the marble floor towards her, the resounding clack of her heels gaining the attention of Lyanne. Her date smiled and waved at her, before signaling to wait a moment. The dark-haired nurse nodded and paused mid-step, watching the other woman go and speak to someone, who was likely her boss, before making a beeline to her. “Ready to go?” Lyanne asked her, smiling brightly. Marielle returned the gesture, though she doubted her own smile was quite so...blatantly cheery.
“Yeah. I hope you didn't expect a limo because...my car is a piece of crap.” she admittedly, motioning the other woman to go first, both of them heading for the row of electric sliding doors of the entrance. This was met with a laugh and a “It's a right sight better than public transportation. I don't even have a car at the moment. I'm just lucky I don't live so fr away from work I have to be on the bus more than thirty minutes.” Marielle exhaled sharply in amusement, eyeballing her from the corner of her eye. “You in a cramped public transport...that's a funny mental image while you're wearing such a nice outfit” she responded, and was met with a wry look. “Is that a compliment or a jab at me?” “Mmm, maybe a bit of both.”
Yes, the night looked promising.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2012 23:02:31 GMT -8
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But we won't fade into darkness
{DIBS ON NUMBER 5}
Yana waited in line to enter the famous history museum with something close to excitement. She had an assignment, an assignment!! She'd been commissioned to make her first cake for a customer. This museum itself wanted a six tiered cake featuring one of the museum's famous exhibits; The Nile.
Yana already had several ideas of what she was going to do, but she was seriously considering making a Sphinx cake, or maybe the royal palace of the pharoah himself with a lay out of the nile using cupcakes, sugar gum palm trees, and so much more! The possibilities were endless! But the main thing was that she had to get it right. What better way to make sure it was perfect than to go to the museum?
Once she got to the front of the line, she paid for a ticket to go inside and had her bag checked out. She had several things in her back from the miscellanious bobby pin and gum wrapper to camera and sketchpad. A few cake sketches already lied within the pages, but she was determined to fill every page with something. The more ideas she had, the easier the beginning would be. Once she had an idea and had sketched out dimensions, it was only a matter of BAKING the actual cake and making the filling. There was the thrill of building the exotic pieces and shaping it to something fantastic.
Armed with camera and an optimistic attitude, Yana headed towards the Pharoah section. Rumor was there was an actual mummy in the coffin that they had! If she could have, Yana would have clicked her heels together. She'd dressed as comfortably as she could in black yoga pants with black sneakers and a bakery t-shirt in light blue. With a happy hum, the blond girl continued her walk. The lobby was so crowded that she couldn't make it to her destination as fast as she wanted, so she loitered as best as she could until she saw an opening to get through.
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Dec 13, 2012 23:03:06 GMT -8
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Alec, who had not slept too well within the past few days, was now standing in line for his admission ticket at a local museum. Less than one week ago, he experienced an extraordinary set of events that turned his world upside down. There in front of him at a Vocaloid concert was a monstrous noise-like creature, causing people to fall over and bleed to death from their ear drums. And it got better, too. The holographic Vocaloids solidified somehow and beat the shit out of the poor boy. He lived at home, and he had to tell his dad that he got into a fight with some guys that took his wallet and beat him up, which was a bit more convincing than magical creatures materializing that were hellbent on destroying everything. The very next day, he took a trip to a mental health clinic and tried to do his very best to talk about what happened, only replacing the monsters with other happenings. His therapist was a very kind, elderly lady with a soft voice, and it helped having her to talk to about the things. What he really wanted to do was to talk to the man that he saw command the creature to disappear...There was an aura about him that was different, but Alec was sure that he was a good guy. He would understand how Alec felt for sure.
His meeting with Lucas prior to this couldn't have come at a better time. Just after his trip to the mental health clinic, Alec started his workout routine. It probably wasn't the best idea due to his soreness and slight injuries, but he pressed on anyway. He decided not to meet with Lucas just yet, but instead he would call him soon and set up a good time to have a personal trainer. He was lost in the gym that he enrolled at, but he began learning what all of the machines did so it didn't take long for him to fit right in. Working out made him feel less weak...that and the gigantic knife he kept in his back pocket now. It was wickedly sharp with a five inch serrated blade. He considered a gun, but he would just do that later. For now, he'd been watching videos on how to wield a knife and how to protect himself. He picked up a few things here and there, but he hadn't been practicing for too long. But for those six days he devoted nearly every second of his time to distracting himself through different activities.
Now here he was checking out a museum that he really had no interest in. Alec's therapist told him that he should get out more and try to recuperate, and he followed her advice. The long was a bit longer than he expected, but he stood there with his hands in his boot cut jeans. He had recently gotten a hair cut, and so the hair that was down to his neck was now a good two inches shorter. He also donned a thin, long-sleeved green shirt, but he wasn't sure why because it was pretty hot outside. He constantly looked around for signs of danger, or what his therapist referred to as a delusion of paranoia. Trying to break that habit was a lot harder than it sounded, but he tried to focus on something else, and so he took his smartphone out and began to text Lucas so that he could set up a time to start working out with the giant. The line wouldn't take much longer to move, right?
Note: Number 2, please and thank you.
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Post by emil on Dec 14, 2012 0:43:05 GMT -8
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❝I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return . . .❞ |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2012 4:52:57 GMT -8
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Where the hell was the informant?
I am going to break something soon if they do not show up, the blonde Russian noted in annoyance, staring at one of the Egyptian exhibits. Why was it that all his jobs recently ended horribly? It was almost as if life or some celestial deity had a personal vendetta against him. What for? He had no damn idea. All that he was aware of was the fact that his assignments hadn’t been going according to plan at all lately, and it was slowly starting to eat away at him.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Ivan allowed himself to slip back into the civilian life of Viktor Krupin. It seemed like the informant wasn’t coming after all, so he wasn’t going to let himself linger on that for far too long. If he thought about it anymore, he’d probably become a little too angry for his tastes and break something. Now that he thought about it, he sent a quick message to his mentor to alert him of the failed assignment.
Exhaling a sigh, he finally allowed himself to come to terms with why he was so anxious for the informant to show up already. Because of his job, he had left Gia by herself at home. Now, who was Gia? Well, she was the cube that helped him at that death trap of a concert with that noise monster. It was his duty now to protect her and he was willing to his life on the line to protect the cube. Gia was not only important to him, but an important part of something from long ago. Something he couldn’t quite understand, but he had a feeling of.
And besides, she had protected Viktor in his time of need. The very least thing he could do for her is protect her.
However, some idiot of an informant decided to hinder him from going home. On top of that, Erik and the other government agents would probably skin him alive if he didn’t do his job. Not that he could go against them all… They had been the ones who brought him and his little sister to the U.S. so Yana could live better.
An inkling of hurt marred his face as he walked along the exhibit, stopping only when he came across a section that talked about the Egyptian gods and goddesses. Normally, he would’ve ran back home just to make sure Gia was all right, but instead he lingered. Why? He didn’t have a clue. WORDS: 000 TAGS: event people
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2012 8:21:58 GMT -8
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He made his way to the lobby and found himself a place to sit and relax. It was a disappointing that he would not be able to take photographs but considering he already paid admission price he might as well enjoy his time while he was here. Nate removed the battery from his camera to preserve its life and replaced them in his bag. Then he got up and began to wander deeper into the museum. His first stop was the mammals’ hall.
There, he wandered through the exhibits stopping every so often to read the plaques and stare at the glass eyeballs of the creatures. The stuffed animals looked creepy but at least they were dead. But he wondered if one day he could photograph a live on. Maybe one day when he had the money.
Notes: I'm sorry for the short post, I had a train to catch.
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DESTINY
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Post by DESTINY on Dec 14, 2012 11:34:38 GMT -8
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Lub-dub, lub-dub, strange that the faint sound of a heart beat was coming from something that surely had no heart. Rested neatly in a crystallized case a small tablet, the size of piece of paper started to hum. This hum was not heard by the people of the world, oh no, this hum was calling something else. Whoever it was calling was getting closer, the tablet needed to be free, needed to be taken back to its rightful place. Both Fate and Destiny heard the call, both had been searching for the tablets for their own reason. Those reasons were unclear, but surely neither should be allowed to have it, right?
To make matters worse neither Fate nor Destiny were allowed to gain access to the tablet, at least not while it was locked away. A plan was needed, and these humans were unlucky enough to be in the way of this plan. If Destiny could feel sorrow it would have as it made sure that the path to escape was locked. Fate had moved into position as well and cut all power to the building. With the power out the sliding doors no longer worked, the escalators no longer moved. Destiny knew this was not enough, the place needed to be sealed, fate could not be allowed to take the table. The area where the path lead pass the escalators were blocked by a strange purple mist. This mist made a wall from one side to the other, blocking the quickest way to the second floor staircase. The air around the mist crackled and popped, anyone who was fool enough to enter the mist would be shocked, maybe even electrocuted by it.
The doors, first cut off from power were now covered in that same mist. Oddly enough any window of the building were also covered in this mist, but the mist did not stop from allowing the light from outside to leak in. With all exits cut off there were only two ways to continue, left or right. A fair number of people left in the lobby were panicking, even screaming and crying. One man tried to break free by tossing a chair at the sliding doors. The mist proved to be unnatural as the chair was rejected and bounced right back, as if the door was covered in a trampoline.
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You may all post among yourselves from here. Form a plan, check a few locked doors. This is the time for Team Leaders to take charge. Numbers 1, 3, 4 will go left, while 2, 5, 6 will go right. Once you are done here please move to the thread that matches with your numbers. 1, 3, 4 = Fate 2, 5, 6 = Destiny Also, here is a poorly edited image of the paths and blockage. | | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 500px; height: 35px;] |
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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 Dec 14, 2012 18:28:38 GMT -8
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Words: 711 Tags: Event Hoes [/style] The two of them almost made it out. Almost. The tip of Marielle's shoe was on the mat that opened the door for Christ's sake. Then the lights went, and the dark-haired woman immediately stopped, dumbfounded for a second as her eyes attempted to adjust to the new dimness. There was still light, but it was considerably less bright – it was enough to give pause. She felt a tug on her arm, and looked to the side at Lyanne, only to see her pulling her forward with her and attempting to open the doors, to no avail – they were sliding doors, and the power was out. At first it seemed a normal enough occurrence – a surge, perhaps? Then something odd – a haziness began to appear near them, around the doors, and immediately, Marielle grabbed her date and pulled, backing up quickly.
Very quickly it went from power surge to something that felt like it belonged in a sci-fi book, or some really B-list movie, and really – the nurse didn't quite know how to take it. Her first instinct, though, was to check on her companion. “Are you okay Lyanne?” She was met with a silent nod and wide, shocked eyes, which was to be expected. She felt like she should be more worried in this case, but she wasn't – her only worry was we need to get out. When something decided to block the entrances, it wasn't a good thing – and Marielle was not the type to set around and wait for whatever force there was to decide they could go free. No, she had a goddamn date to get to, she was getting out.
She watched as a panic began to break out around her, but instead of getting caught amidst it she pulled her date aside quickly, moving away from the crowd and towards the hallway that boasted the mammal hall - not that she cared, no, her goal was a bit more practical. “Where can we flip a circuit breaker in this building – that'd be a nice start. Hey! Lyanne focus, I need your help I don't know this building.” she snapped her fingers in front of the other woman's face, who seemed to be in a bit of a daze – probably in shock. It was understandable. “Wha- oh. Stairs...they're in the back of the building but-” the woman paused, looking around amidst the chaos, biting her lip. “We'll have to go around.”
“We go around then.” Marielle affirmed. “Lead the way, I have no idea where we're going.” There was a pause, in which she stared expectantly at her date. The other woman bit her lip, looking slightly concerned. “I...maybe we shouldn't go by ourselves.” Marielle raised an eyebrow at her questioningly. “I - just trust me on this. I mean-” Lyanne gestured to the haze that now lingered over the exits, and Marielle, despite her bravado, felt an unease in her gut. “That's not normal. Going in a large group would be better...or any group, for that matter.”
making an annoyed sound in her throat, Marielle threw her hands in the air. “Do you see these people?” She gestured to where a husband was shielding his wife, where she was openly hyperventilating – to two children crying on a bench – to one of the desk workers hiding under her station – making a good, all-encompassing point. “If that works it will be a miracle.” Her date paused, following where she pointed silently, still looking exceedingly nervous. Despite her obvious unease...it' source didn't seem to be from the haze or power outage. It put the dark-haired woman off a but, and she placed one hand on her hip, waiting. When she got no response, simply an ashamed look, she sighed. “Fine, let's ask-”
Turning on her heel, Marielle faced the nearest clusters of people, lifting her hands to wave in the air in an attempt to gain attention. When she felt she had some, she asked, quite simply, raising her voice in her best dominating tone (which was a pretty impressive one, mind you) - “We need to get the power on, so would anyone not incapacitated by anxiety like to be of some assistance in that?”
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Dec 14, 2012 21:35:58 GMT -8
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Finally! The line had moved far enough along for him to purchase a ticket and stand at the main entrance to the museum. He managed to smuggle his knife in somehow thought he wasn't exactly sure. He didn't feel safe without a weapon nowadays...His therapist told him to carry something that he felt would keep him secure and safe, so what better than a knife? He'd get a gun eventually. For now, he'd enjoy his day at the museum where he could just relax. It'd do some good to get his mind off things; besides, even as young as he was, he didn't know if his blood pressure could handle more crazy anytime soon.
Until the lights went off.
Immediately, he panicked and looked around for the exit. He found it and began making his way there when an odd purple mist began forming around the double doors, barring them completely. He stopped, blinked a few times, and then closed his eyes and began praying. The last time the doors were blocked he was trapped inside of a concert hall with demonic holograms and a monster that made people bleed to death through their ears. Not cool. He counted to ten and opened his eyes only to find that nothing had changed. Something was happening again. No, it couldn't happen again! He thought this was a freak accident before, like some deity had caught him in a game by accident...but now he couldn't help but to wonder if this was purposeful.
Here he was, stuck in a museum with a purple haze blocking the entrance. People around him began screaming, tears and curses aplenty. That same cold chill appeared, crawling down his spine slowly as if to tease him. For a moment, he lost his voice (not to mention his sanity). He didn't want to go back there...that was a dark place that he didn't think he would ever get out of. Something stirred inside of him, though, nudging him along. The last time this happened, he took action and look where he ended up - alive. But he couldn't do it alone.
Frantically looking around the museum, Alec spotted a young woman in the lobby. She was a very attractive blonde, holding a bag that contained only God knows what. He wasn't aware of who she was, but she wasn't running around screaming like everyone else at the time. He ran toward her frantically, a look of horror on his face. As he finally made it just in front of her, he was breathing slightly heavy; he grabbed her wrist gently and looked at her in the eyes.
"Ma'am I don't know you, but please you have got to help me. Something weird is going on and I think I know what it is, but I can't do it alone. I'll explain it to you in a second, but we need to find another person to help us. I know you think I'm crazy, but please - PLEASE listen to me closely. Once we have someone else, we'll talk about it, but right now I may be your only hope in making it out of here alive. Follow me!" Was Alec being overly dramatic? Of course. Did he have every right to be? Yes. Yes he did. He didn't know what was going on, but he had that same eerie feeling as before, and if he could figure something out before something reared its ugly head again, maybe he'd stand a better chance at surviving. All he could do was picture the Vocaloids and how they smashed his face in. Not today.
He turned on his heels and quickly began to drag Yana with him, hoping she was cooperating and looking for someone else. Up ahead was a gentleman that had a camera in his hand - he would do. Alec once again ran up to the man and spilled what he could to him. The room was a bit darker, but he could still make out the confused looks on everyone else's face. This man was probably going to have that same look, but he was too busy trying to talk that he paid no attention to what he looked like. Now, he was panting heavily and wished that he'd have brought a bottle of water with him.
"Look, I know this sounds crazy, but the doors are barred. There's a purple mist in front of them and no one can get in or out. Something weird happened to me less than a week ago - it was at the Anaheim Convention Center. Do you remember what they reported on the news? Yeah that was shit. I was there, and I'm telling you - there was a monster. A Real. Live. Monster. Call me crazy, but if you think I'm going to stand around and let some weird stuff go on again and die? No. That's not me. Please, I need both of you to look at me and trust me. I've got this weird...tugging. It's like a feeling that we need to get somewhere, and quick. I don't know either of you, but I'm telling you - this may be our only chance for survival. Nothing that floats purple and blocks entrances can be good anyway. If you don't believe me look for yourself."
Alec pointed in the direction of the entrance where the purple haze had essentially barred everything. He had shifted eye contact from both Yana to Nate and vice versa many times, trying to portray the absolute terror with his eyes. Once or twice he had to wipe them because of tears, and he knew they thought he belonged to a mental institution. Hopefully, though, they'd give him the benefit of the doubt. The kid wasn't the brightest in the box, but he was able to put two and two together just fine.
"P-please, I'm very scared. I don't know exactly what's going on, but we need to protect ourselves...Find something you can use as a weapon and meet me right by the entrance to that exhibit there."
He pointed to the dimly lit exhibit, not sure which it was but he knew it was the one to the right, and that was the way he felt like he should go. Why? Hell he didn't know, but who was he to question such a thing?
Alec let go of Yana's arm finally (she was still following him, right?) and looked for the nearest object he could find. A wide array of objects littered the floor, so it would be easy finding something to use. The problem was this: would he find anything USEFUL? The first objected that he grabbed was an abandoned purse. He didn't know who it belonged to, but rest assured he was going to need it more than the owner. Rummaging through its contents he found nothing but a notebook, cell phone, and a pen. He took the pen and phone and shoved them in his pockets while throwing the leftover purse on the floor.
The only other thing he could find was a cane that some poor old chap left behind; Alec snatched it, getting his hand trampled in the processes. He worked his way through the crowds of people in search for his new recruits, hoping they would agree to follow him. Alec safely returned (without much harm at least) and waited by the exhibit for a moment. They had to move quickly!
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Post by emil on Dec 15, 2012 5:43:09 GMT -8
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❝I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return . . .❞ |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 8:30:12 GMT -8
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But we won't fade into darkness
Lub dub. Lub dub. The hair on her arms stood up, even though Yana couldn't feel or hear the heart beat, something in her subconscious pricked. What was going on? Yana rubbed her arms as the lights over head went off and a soft hissing sound filled the room (courtesy of the mist) before people started moving. She was jostled as the group of teenagers in front of her immediately turned around to head for the door, but couldn't open it.
That's when the screaming started.
Someone shoved her out of the way and into the side of the lobby desk as the attendants tried to reassure people and calm them down. One of the ladies left the partition open as she tried to announce over the screaming that the power would shortly come back on. Yana heard someone begin to sob and through the dim light she saw the other woman was hiding under the desk with two kids, shaking like leaves. Panic began to turn into mass hysteria and Yana flattened herself against the counter as more people ran past her, screaming about getting out. She could see several shapes and shadows of people in the dark as she tried to keep calm. Yana had never liked the dark, but that purple mist... what was it? People were pounding on it and the mist zapped them like a bug zapper, throwing them back or making them start jerking convulsively on the floor after they'd touched it too long.
Yana clutched the straps to her backpack even tighter and nearly screamed when something grabbed her. "H-hey!" The young man's face came into shadowy view as he immediately started pouring out that he knew what was happening - and it wasn't good. Something about a concert, monsters, the Anhiem Center, and that if she wanted to stay alive, she needed to follow him. Alec didn't let go of her arm as he told her to trust him and follow him and immediately dragged her away from the desk. Yana tried not to trip over anything in the dark as people bumrushed everyone, trying to bang on the doors or hide. The staff had lost control of the room as they veered to the right and picked up another lost soul who looked like he wasn't lost to panic.
Yana didn't have much of a chance to talk as Alec poured out his heart and told them that they needed to protect themselves. What had her parents told her before? A person alone was smart, but together they were bumbling morons in panic. She'd read stories of riots, and how when people were scared, the scared banded together against the brave until someone of higher authority brought order. Yana didn't think anyone of higher order was going to be saving them today. Her stomach dropped at that thought as he told them to look for weapons. Who in the world was going to carry weapons into a museum!? "I have pepper spray," She spoke up after a moment. Andddd there he went, off into the distance. Yana looked towards Nathaniel. "The circle desk I know has some supplies. They have the "break in case of emergency" glass with that old wood axe, first aid kits, stuff like that." Fire extinguisher! Those were always handy! Yana took Nathaniel by the arm and weaved through the crowd and to the desk, only tripping once over someone leaving a lunchbox on the floor.
"We better hurry, before some sort of mass hysteria makes everyone around us start clawing at each other." Yana moved into the front desk rotunda and pulled out her phone as a light. Sure enough, there was the fire extinguisher (a couple of them actually) and "In case of emergencies" kits. Yana opened one of the kits to find first aid supplies, candy bars, and a flashlight. Tucking the kit into her backpack, Yana grabbed the fire extinguisher. Yana had no idea what she was doing. Sanity told her that something must be wrong for her to be doing such a silly thing, but that purple mist was still there, zapping people. Purple mist was not natural, and the unsettled creepy feeling she got from this whole situation wasn't leaving her.
Still...
"C'mon, I'll meet you back at that place the black haired guy told us to meet." Yana spoke over the crowd and waited a moment more before braving the crowds. She pulled the safety cork off of the fire extinguisher, holding the metal contraption by the handle. Surely someone had called 911 to tell them a mass crowd was stuck in the museum, or called for help, right? Wait a minute... Once Yana got back to Alec's side, followed by Nathaniel, she spoke up. "Everyone's bum rushing the front door, but there are emergency exits all over the place. Why don't we just head for those in the back? At least then we won't get trampled to death!"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 11:18:54 GMT -8
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Viktor instinctively reached into the hidden holster under his jacket, brushing his fingers over the handle of the gun he was currently carrying with him. There was no way in hell that he was going anywhere without a gun anymore. Not after what had happened the week before at that death trap of a concert. He wasn't going to be helpless again and run around like a moron because a monster was chasing him. Nope, today was a different day and the situation wasn't anywhere near the same right?
Perhaps there is a robbery going on, his logic whispered as he took tentative steps to the center of the museum, his hand hovering over the gun's handle just in case he actually needed to use it. The madness that was ensuing in the room was startling as people were desperately trying to find a way out while others were crying in absolute fear and confusion. Calmly taking in his surroundings, the hair on the back of his neck stood up when he saw the weird purple mist by the stairs. On top of that the doors were locked and the electricity was out. Everyone was locked inside and everything was turning to chaos.
He shivered with goosebumps covering his skin.
It was happening again... just like the concert.
Trying to stay calm and not worry about the fact that there may be a monster ready to come after everyone, he observed the other people around him. There were a select few that stood out amongst the sea of frenzied people; they seemed so much more calm and...
He froze. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted a pretty blonde female quite a ways away from him that looked exactly like the older version of... his sister. What is she doing here?! his mind screamed in panic. It wasn't possible, was it? There was no way his little Yana was actually here of all places, right? It just wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible. But it was... She was standing right there and stuck in all this madness as well.
While the Russian man was internally panicking, the sharp voice of a female caught his attention. Tearing his eyes away from Yana, Viktor turned right around to face the woman and her... date. There was a way to turn the power back on?
A black haired man piped up then and offered his assistance. Meanwhile, the logical side of Viktor was pushing him to help them out. However, the emotional side of him was screaming to stay with his sister and protect her. But she does not know I am alive... She probably would not even recognize me, he thought. And besides, it was probably safer for her not to know he was actually there. And if he helped out the group, they would be able to escape the museum quicker which would ensure his little sister's safety.
"I will join you all as well. My skills should be of some use to you all, Viktor drawled out, lightly suppressing his accent. Hopefully nothing bad would happen... But then again if this was anything like that concert, he knew it would just go downhill from there. Sure, he felt stronger than he did then, but there were forces against them.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2012 12:25:45 GMT -8
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Because the electricity was out, the sliding doors were not working, trapping everyone within the building. The screaming was coming from a group of school children cowering in fear. At least they aren’t old enough to be taking advantage of the situation, I suppose. It’s just the lights going out what could possibl- When Nate looked pass the rotunda, he was shocked at what he saw. A dangerous looking, purple mist was blocking the way to the ocean hall where the elevators were. Now that is not normal. We need to get out of here- A loud banging sound prompted him to look to the front of the room. A man had taken a nearby chair and was attempting to break down the sliding glass doors. Surprisingly, the chair bounced off, not even leaving a scratch on the glass. Well there goes that idea. What now?
The answer to his question came when a young man dragging a blonde girl came running up to him. Nate listened to the man speak although he was highly doubtful of what he was saying. Monsters? That could not be real. But he could not deny the fear on the brunette man’s face. He was even crying. Perhaps the monster was something else, like a human monster. In which case this was very likely a terrorist attack and an incredibly dangerous situation. Nate froze. He was suddenly terrified. If what the man was saying is true, and the situation was similar to the news reports, then there was a good chance that they were going to die.
But the man was also right about another thing. They needed to defend themselves. The woman seemed to have the same idea because she grabbed him by the arm and began dragging him towards the front desk. Nate nodded after the man in agreement before following the woman. ”Really? Wow I’m surprised that they still haven’t changed where they keep those things.” Nate muttered off handedly. He remembered seeing the axe on his first trip here as a child and wondering what good an axe could possibly do during an emergency. Well this was an emergency if there ever was one and it was actually going to be useful. It’s funny how things work that way...
While the blonde grabbed some emergency supplies from the front desk, Nate broke the glass on the emergency case. Being careful not to cut himself on the glass, Nate pulled the axe from the wreckage and followed the blonde to where the young man was waiting for them.
” I agree,” said Nate in response to the woman. ”There probably are other emergency exits in the back. We can go around and avoid the purple mist, if I remember correctly. By the way, my name is Nate. What’s yours?
This was definitely not the best time for introductions but if they were going to be working together, Nate couldn’t continue just calling them the blonde girl and the brunette boy forever.
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Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on Dec 16, 2012 14:59:21 GMT -8
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Words: 426 Tags: Event Hoes [/style] She was surprised that she actually gained response. Naturally, irony dictated that they were both men, and the disdain reflected in her expression for a moment. However, beggars couldn't be choosers, and Lyanne didn't seem willing to go without backup. Marielle was many things, but stupid enough to ignore someone who was genuinely worried and jumping into the fire anyway, she wasn't – even if it meant suffering the company of the lesser gender. She crossed her arms over her chest and sized both of them up, swallowing her contempt in favor of cooperation. “ Good, at least there's some of you not cowering in pointless fear. I think it's safe to say whatever is going on makes this building not quite safe, so I hope you two can handle yourselves.” she spoke to the both of them, tone authoritative and demanding. She gave off the air a drill instructor would in boot camp – like if you stepped one toe out of the line she expected of you, she would send you to peel potatoes for five hours. To be honest, that wasn't far from reality. She decided not to focus on the 'unnatural' aspect of the current problems, just for the sake of simplicity – but part of her calm was likely due, in part, to her receptiveness to things that weren't quite normal. For being one so dedicated to her logic, her childhood was full of a lot of fanciful dreams about things that didn't exist in their world. She supposed all those fantasy books and comic books about superheros had some usefulness, then – her brain wasn't fried by the sight of the purple haze that blocked their exits. She was about to turn and head into the mammal hall, her mind set and her determination clear, but a hand on her arm stopped her, and she twisted her head to meet her gaze with Lyanne. She looked at Marielle with an intense gaze for a minute, before turning to look at their two followers. “We all need to move carefully. Something's not quite right and I don't want any of the artifacts here destroyed, especially, so keep your eyes out for anything.” The nurse pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows, becoming steadily more suspicious about what Lyanne seemed to be so concerned about. Nevertheless, she nodded in agreement to what her date said, her intense gaze turning to each of the men in turn, hoping that they listened. With that, she turned on her heel, and walked into the mammal hall. [style=text-align: center;] CONTINUED HERE~[/style] |
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