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Leaving Briar Cliff [11 Mar 2006|01:27am]

Would the woman think she was foolish for suggesting they leave? Mary hoped not and was rewarded with Sarah's acquiescence.

"No, you're right. We can't just stay here and let whatever's out there find us. We have to get out of here and the the only way to do that is back in town I'm betting."

Mary nodded vigorously. While her first instincts had always been to hide when trouble came near, the redhead could admit--at least to herself--that she wasn't good at it. Things, people, would find her in the end. Her father, Edward... It's better to know what's in the shadows.

"Should we go get Seamus and Peter or--or are we safer on our own. God, how much do you know about either of them?"

Her hands suddenly squeezed tightly together. No! Absolutely not! Mary didn't want to go back and discuss this with those liars and- Drunks ? a bitter part of Mary's mind spoke up. She swallowed, not really knowing what to say. Earlier she would have said she knew them well enough, but after her conversation with Mister Barrie in the basement Mary realized how very naive she had been to take such knowledge as Gospel. However, Mary wasn't a mean spirited person, and her thoughts on the dark-haired man upstairs were more of sadness than anger.

"N-n-neither are what I thought them to be," she finally said. "I t-think we would be better on our own. At least we both want to find a way home."

She was relieved when Sarah agreed, and, after the brunette drained her glass, they proceeded back into the atrium. Out of habit the maid held the door open for the other woman, but before she stepped over the threshold she took the silver chain out of her pocket. Mary sighed and slipped it over the inner doorknob. It wasn't hers anymore, it never had been.

As she softly closed the door her brown eyes gazed down the misty path they had walked up earlier in the pouring rain. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"But where will we start?"

[Open to Sarah]
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In a house (suburb section 1)***CLOSED*** [03 Mar 2006|10:01pm]

Continued from here:

Isaiah Barras laid on the floor for hours, the black man had been knocked unconscious earlier by Sam Lemche after Isaiah had brutally murdered Nancy and attacked Epps. Only darkness filled his mind as he laid there on the carpeted floor, the blood from his broken dried on his face, his nose had been broken by a blow Epps had dealt him earlier. Slowly but surely, Isaiah became aware of his body again as he began to wake up. Sore and stiff, his head was ringing still and his nose was bloody and bruised, the flesh incredibly tender and painful to touch. Something that Isaiah learned as he brought his gloved hand to his face and felt the sting from the pressure of the touch. He swore under his breath as he struggled to sit up. What had happened to him?

Crimey, am I still 'ere? Isaiah glanced about his surroundings and recognized the old lady's house. Cat lady's house, he recalled Nancy's description, grimacing as he remembered what he did to Nancy. As more memories came back to him Isaiah's expression soured further. Sam and Epps, they saw me and they're still out there...oh jesus. He tried to get up then as a wave of fear and paranoia swept into his mind but his injuries forced him back on the floor. Christ, what was he gonna do now?

I gotta do somethin' this nose, that's what I gotta do first, Isaiah realized as he briefly touched his nose again and hissed in pain. And Nancy, what about 'er? Can't just leave her here for anyone to find. He had fucked up on this one, that was for sure. Letting Epps and Sam get away like that, what was 'e thinkin'? Isaiah would have to find them again and he'd have to make sure they didn't talk. Probably told every bleeding bobby and Fed in sight by now, his mind rambled as he tried to climb to his feet again and was successful this time. Wait, there ain't nobody 'round here they can report me to, there ain't no coppers.

That made Isaiah feel a bit better about the situation but it didn't change a thing in his mind. Alright, deal with me nose first, then the bird upstairs and then I'll go look for the other two. With a plan in his head, Isaiah turned and headed back toward the kitchen in search of a rag or cloth of some sort for his nose.

[Sorry, this thread is not open to anyone other than Isaiah]
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In the Library [25 Feb 2006|12:36am]

Continued from Here

"I believe you are mistaken...The house we woke up in was in this area"

Mina frowned. She started to speak, ready to inform Nathaniel that she was quite sure of their former location. It seemed as if he had the same inclination but stopped.

"We have taken it for granted that we awoke in the same dwelling"

Mina blinked and followed the man's hand to where he was gesturing.

"Of course," she breathed, mouth becoming an 'O'

"I remember walking into town--seems like ages ago-- and seeing this building from this angle...I had noticed it laid beyond a large brick building here"

Mina released her shard into Nathaniel's possession, stepping back and watching as he added to her crude design.

"I wasn't inside that one but I believe Freddy had been in there. He said something about it being..dead. Hm. Did he mean undead creatures? Such as the ones Shaun and yourself encountered?"

Mina shuddered slightly, thinking about those rotting beings again.

"I certainly hope not. An entire building of those things would be less than ideal." She watched with interest as he continued to engrave a path then another structure onto the desk. Apparently it was the home he had woken up in....on the other side of Fair Haven from the one she, Jeryline, and Mr. Skinner had found themselves in. Curious.

</i>"Tell me, the building you awoke in, what did it look like?"</i>

"Red," Mina said almost immediately. The walls had been a lovely red shade, a large front window, cozy library--Where Mr. K visited you... Before she could speak more and clear that bad memory from her mind, Nathaniel hissed.


He had cut his finger. He...had cut...

The vampire's blue gaze slowly travelled from the desk where a speck of human blood remained up to the blond man's face where he protectively sucked on his wound...

"... did you not cut up your own fingers?"


"Ah, of course you heal faster. I forgot"

"Yes! Yes.." Mina tried to recapture her sense of self but his blood...it did smell rather nice, rare even. No. She had been very good as of late. Before waking up in Briar Cliff she had not fed directly for some time and now--First that Boy! and now- and now...I told him I would not!

"Healing ?" Mina murrmurred, glancing up into Nathaniel's dark eyes. "Yes, I do heal quickly." She looked down at her own fingertips that had bled all over the wood. They were perfect now, as perfect as they were when she was twenty. He should not bear any new scars. His lovely hands...warm hands..

Mina felt a flush rise to her cheeks, and the words rapidly fell from her mouth.

"I could heal you, for a taste."

[Open to Warlock and Jeryline and anyone else who enters the library.]
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Raven's Hollow/ Leaving Raven's Hollow [13 Feb 2006|01:10am]

continued from Here

"And that is a beautiful ring. Even more so on that lovely hand of yours."

Mahette bit her lip and giggled. Apparently Vieux thought so too, though she frowned when he patted her hand. It's mine! Vous ne pouvez pas l'avoir. The man brought back memories of things she had tried to forget years ago, namely her grandparents, the ones who had raised her in the back woods of New Orleans. The ones she had killed. A smile replaced the frown on her face as she watched John leaf through the journal, thinking about Grandmere's purple lips, unaware of the man's ideas of putting her head in a metal trap.

She twirled around when Bouche began to laugh. Her grey orbs danced over his clean-shaven face as he chortled, tears coming to his eyes. Mahette looked once at Freedee, not knowing what had started this show, but she quickly caught on, giving a high-pitched laugh herself. If this was part of the game then Mahette was not going to be left out!

"Hmph, sounds like some little girl wants to make up stories if you ask me."

Mahette stopped, smiling broadly. She liked stories! Not ones from books, no, they were complicated and had no heart, especially the ones she had seen in the library, full of English words meant to torment her. What other little girls are here? She began to toss the leg bone Vieux had returned to her from one hand to another and leaned her back against the wall. What were they talking about ? It didn't matter, not with high ceilings to gaze up at. She jumped when John closed the book.

"This is a vital clue in the game."

"Est-il?" her eyes widened, hugging the bone to herself. Then she should know, yes? She had been doing so well.

"I am far in this game, Vieux," her smile shone. "Vous ne devez pas avoir peur. The house, it says the game is good." Mahette glanced at Freedee and Bouche, wondering for the first time how they were proceeding in this 'game'. Dropping the femur, she crossed her arms and drew her eyebrows close together in a look of confusion. "I am winning," she said simply.

[Open to Patrick, Freddy, John, and anyone else who enters Raven's Hollow.]
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The Hospital [30 Jan 2006|11:16pm]

Continued from here.

On the Second Floor.

May was pondering invisibility, the downsides and the upsides one would have in such a condition. The downsides were easy to see but May had to admit there was something about not being seen that appealed to her introvert nature. No one judges you when they can't see you, she thought calmly as she walked ahead of the others, unaware of their whispered comments.

"Invisible huh? Yeah, that must be difficult".

"Yes, but I think Sebastian found a fun side to it", May noted, a sudden giggle catching her as she remembered how touchy feely Sebastian had been. Had he not been invisible, perhaps May would've welcomed the gesture more but then the girl often enjoyed any contact she got as her life was a strange and lonely one.

"Don't humor her. May, get off whatever fucking drugs you're on, they're not helping ya babe".

A sour taste filled May's mouth as her eyes narrowed at Rain's words. "I'm not on any drugs", she retorted. "Sebastian was real! I saw him...well I didn't see him... but he was wearing clothes and clothes don't just float in the air". She stopped talking then and walked with the others in quiet anger. Rain wasn't her friend which was becoming abundantly clear and disappointment brought the faint glisten of tears to May's eyes. No, no, no, no! Stop it, stop crying like a little girl. This isn't elementary school anymore, she told herself.

"Well, at least we're heading in the right direction".

May looked at Charlie before following her gaze to the small sign bearing the words 'psychiatric ward'. She giggled that but the laughter died in her throat as she remembered how Adam had called her crazy. He wasn't the only one. Everyone thought there was something wrong with May but she learned herself that there was something wrong with everyone, not just her. Nobody's perfect. They weren't perfect yet I'm the one that got yelled at, the one they called a freak. They were freaks too. There are just different types of freaks, that's all. Rain's voice broke her train of thought when the latina started in on the orders again.

"Alright, let's split up again for another sweep of the area. Charlie, you come with me and Ash you go with May. Ash and May, check that area.."

Ash interrupted, arguing with and angering Rain which brought a smug feeling of spiteful pleasure into May, bringing a smile to her lips.

"Alright, fine. You take that corridor then. Charlie and I will go this way".

"Have fun and watch out for those zombies", May said to Rain sweetly before turning with a flare of her skirt and skipping after Ash into the darker hallway.

[Open to: Charlie, Rain, and anyone else who enters the hospital. Please put 2nd or 1st floor in the subject line of the comments to keep clear where you're too.]
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In the forest behind the cemetery [27 Jan 2006|12:02am]

[Continued from here and here.]

Brigitte snarled into the man's ruined flesh as she felt the stone in his hand bang against her head but after a few weak attempts to hurt her, his arm finally fell to the side and she could continue to eat in peace. She feasted on his insides ravenously, gulping down the muscle and tearing at the organs with her teeth. It just felt so good, so right that even Brigitte's inner voice was silenced by the pure satisfaction of the feeding.

But there was an insistent noise coming through the forest behind her and the scent of another like her that caused Brigitte to raise her blood stained muzzle from the dead man's body. Her long, pink tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked her lips, her sharp teeth, taking more of the blood into her mouth. Now that her hunger was placated, the beast was curious as to who was this other wolf that she smelled.

There were others here like her here, she could remember that but she was having trouble picturing them, her memories as a human were clouded by the wolf's mind. It didn't matter, she could easily find out for herself and with a last glance at blond man, Brigitte turned and headed back into the forest.

Whoever it was, was coming straight at her when it paused up ahead. She crawled through a clump of brushes to peer out between the leaves. Another man stood off a little way in the trees but even at this distance she knew he wasn't like the blond man. Smells like us, moves like us, the beast noted then she thought she heard another. Suddenly the other wolf was running, howling out is seemed to her.

Brigitte darted after him, her animal mind taking it as a game. He wants to play as well...

[Open to Skinner and Nicholas]
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Briar Cliff: Upstairs/Downstairs [20 Jan 2006|12:04am]

Continued from Briar Cliff: Upstairs and Briar Cliff: Downstairs

"Peter heard your confession?...You do know he’s not a priest anymore, right? That he doesn’t have the church’s permission to hear confession."

"Yes Sir," Mary nodded briefly. "But h-he did it anyway." Did he think that was funny too? Was he just humoring me when I was trying to save my soul?

"That is weird that he heard it though, he hasn’t since.."

Mister Barrie didn't have time to finish his sentence as the sound of a repeating scream filled their ears.

"Dear Lord!" Mary breathed, but Seamus was running up the basement steps like his shirt tails were on fire. Holding her skirts the red head raced after him, her mind going back to the night she had first met Edward and the horrid screams that had awoken her from her sleep. It had been a child then, a little girl, and the screams coming from upstairs now were clearly female--

"Sarah!" Mary cried out, and then the screaming stopped. Oh no! Oh Lord, something has her, something in this evil town has caught her just like Miss Zelda! "Sarah!" she yelled again, running with Seamus down the hallway and through the atrium. Please, let her be safe, please let her be safe..

{Open to Sarah, Peter, Lolly, Seamus, David, and Mary, and whoever else chooses to enter Briar Cliff.}
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Wandering town and in the park ----CLOSED---- [19 Jan 2006|09:00pm]

Continued from here:

Sam clutched Epps wrist as he held her arm around his shoulders, a firm hand on her waist as he helped her from the house and back onto the street. He wanted to run, to run as far and as fast as he could from that house but Epps' wounds stopped that urge. It was clear she couldn't run and he wasn't about to abandon her, not the only fucking friend he had in this place. It's more than that. She needs me, he thought as he glanced at the bloodied woman. They were two lone people trying to survive in this fucked up town and surviving here was a challenge. So that's how many people dead now? Sam's shock was fading into numbness, his mind was having trouble accepting what they had just witnessed.

"Jesus, this is the second time to day you've saved my life. I really fucking owe you".

He looked at Epps as they made their way across the slick pavement. "Don't worry about it", he said softly as he silently wished he could've done the same for Nancy. He may not have known the goth girl but he hadn't wanted to see anyone die like that. Jesus christ, we never even had a chance to stop him, he silently lamented.

"Hey, maybe if we get out of here I could get you a job. You like boats? I'm looking for a new crew, could use someone who's got my back".

It was Sam's turn to laugh sadly at that. "Not really and no offense, it you meet people like Katie and Jack in the middle of the ocean I don't think I wanna go there". His eyes moved down to her side and anxiously assessed her wounded side. "We need to get you medical help", he said seriously. The young man looked back out at the road and the surrounding buildings, wondering to himself where they would get any help. There was a park up ahead, the bright green of the trees and grass a startlingly contrast against the gray, foggy day but it wasn't the park that interested Sam. "Look, there are buildings there", he nodded with his head in their direction. "If we cut through the park we'll get there pretty quickly", he assured her. "Maybe there's a doctor's office or someone who can help us".

C'mon, there's gotta be something, he pleaded in his mind as they headed into the park.

[Open to Epps and anyone who wants to join us in the park]
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The Police Station {{{CLOSED}}} [15 Jan 2006|10:42pm]

The rain was beginning to lighten as the trio left the church and headed down the slick, wet, concrete steps of the building. Willard let out a relieved sigh, glad that they were getting out of there and away from that awful man. Just the memory of what they had seen in the church made Willard's blood pressure rise. The arrogant look that had been on the man's face had been too much like Mr. Martin's. His grip tighten on Dorothy's elbow as he walked faster away from the church.

People like that infuriated Willard, those that thought that just because a person was quiet that they could be pushed around and told what to do. He shot a furtive glance at Dorothy. It didn't look too much had happened when Willard and Lenore had found her and the man but Willard couldn't help but wonder, how far the blond man had pushed Dorothy? What did he do to her? Perhaps he threatened her or...but she said it was her fault. He shook himself slightly, No, no, no..it was his fault. Stop thinking that way! Besides you don't even know her. He didn't know anyone here so why did he care?

Because someone has to, his mind echoed back Lenore's words from earlier. As they moved across the pavement Willard could see a stone and concrete building across the road. He hadn't really noticed the building before but now he could see it clearly and could read the words 'Police Station' carved into the stone above the door.

"Look", he pointed to the building. "There it is". He paused as they drew closer. "Looks as empty as the rest of the town", Willard noted as he stared at the small, darkened windows. Unlike the church, this place had a concrete ramp instead of stairs that lead to the double doors but the sight of those doors caused the trio to stop in their tracks. What looked like the double glass doors had been reinforced with metal plates and bars. Now that they were closer they could also see that the windows were boarded up as well.

Willard blinked, it looked so different from the rest of the town which, despite it's emptiness, appeared normal at first glance. Whatever had happened last in this building had been anything but normal judging from the way it was reinforced. Willard let go of Dorothy's arm and moved up the ramp to try the doors.

"It's locked", he said as he strained to pull them open. He stopped as he ran his hand across the metal plates. "They didn't want anything getting in here", he murmured to himself.

{Open to Dorothy, Lenore, Collector and anyone else who wishes to join them.)
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Behind the Church/In the Woods {{{CLOSED}}} [14 Jan 2006|12:08am]

Caleb was not pleased with the current turn of events and he showed it with every limping step he took, walking atop the unkempt graves purely out of spite, scowling over his shoulder every so often and almost wishing that the man from the church would run after him. Caleb wanted to hit something; something made of flesh and bone.

There was a thick line of forest behind the church and it's cemetery (which seemed to go on forever, giving Caleb another reason to sneer in contempt) and the teacher headed towards it's welcoming shadow. Christ he needed to piss, and there was no fucking way he zip down out in the open.

The appearance of Blondie and Mr Boy Scout had thouroughly put a damper on any hard thoughts he may have been having while seated between Dorothy's precious gams, so the stirring in his loin wasn't as pleasurable as Caleb had wished it.

Even with his wool sweater Caleb felt slightly chilled and he wondered if there was a bar around someplace where he'd be able to warm up, or perhaps find more suitable company. He looked up into the grey sky and rolled his eyes in disgust. How dare that bitch presume to think that he'd ever be in danger from a woman?! He should have taken Dorothy with him--

That was it! After he relieved himself in the privacy of the woods he'd go find that little tease and make her finish what she started. Caleb kicked a piece of broken grave marker and smiled as it disappeared into the trees.

Things were looking up.

{Open to Brigitte}
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Entering the Library [03 Jan 2006|04:22pm]

[Continued from here]

As Jeryline's sarcastic response to John's blunt reply washed over him just as quickly as it'd been said, he listened in on her suggestion to get out of the rain. Indeed that seemed like a good plan. Considering that he lived in LA and carrying an umbrella this time of the year was a rare item to have. Besides, John never carried one anyway, no matter what time of the year it was. It wasn't as if he'd cared what a little rain would do to his clothes. Still, the constant falling of rain on his body, when it'd been out all night, was beginning to seep into him and chills of cold cascaded across his body. A warm bath seemed to be the most suitable thing to do from causing a cold, but in this place, it was unlikely he'd even have time.

Upon listening to Jeryline explain that she too had come across demons, John couldn't help but feel relieved that he'd come across a group of people who knew what John had been struggling with. But of course, any religious person would believe that. Another demon was here, and a much higher one at that it seemed. Balthazar? No, someone else. Either way, he was breaking the code and John would see to it that he wouldn't do so ever again. There were dire consequences in this deserted town, but what's a little fun in deporting a demon back to hell going to do to change that? Still, he'd need to find that son of a bitch who'd possessed him and seek his own revenge. He knew what he was up against and once regained strength; he'd seek that demon out.

As they began to walk toward the library, like John even obligated not to go, he listened in on Jeryline explain to the younger English fellow about the concept of demons and their intent. More or less, her explanation of them fit his own definition quite well. And the mention of zombies weren't that bizarre either. Midnite had been able to conjure up the dead on many occasions, more or less under his control even, but then there were times when he'd come to various cities and faced the 'walking dead' wrecking havoc on the townspeople.

[Open to; Jeryline, Mina, Warlock and Shaun. Or anyone else heading toward the Library.]
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The Church {{CLOSED}} [03 Jan 2006|12:04am]

"She's at the church. She told me she was away at school, studying music before...before arriving here".

"Well that's lucky", Lenore replied but she couldn't help the small smile that came in response. They were lucky, she could've been anywhere and Lenore had been starting to think that this would probably turn out to be a wild goose chase. A little too lucky when you think about, she admitted but she kept that to herself, as well as the weird feeling the church was giving her. Why is she playing? That in itself didn't seem right to Lenore, at least it wasn't what she would be doing in a situation like this. To each his own, she thought as she and Willard walked toward the church when Lenore noticed some disturbance on the grass just off from the steps. She stopped and frowned as she looked at the trampled grass but that wasn't what had her frowning or moving to look closer. There were droplets of blood on the grass, mixed in with the rain and Lenore would swear it looked as if something had been dragged through the grass.

Whose blood is it? Lenore wondered as she backed up into Willard who had been behind her. "Sorry..we should go get Dorothy", she murmured before turning toward the steps and entering the church. The music masked the sound of the doors opening but Lenore thought she heard voices. As she moved down the aisle, Lenore spotted Dorothy first. The young brunette's head was down, looking at the organ Lenore first thought but then she saw him. Shock coursed through Lenore who stopped and blinked a few times, not believing what she was seeing. It was pretty apparent she and Willard had just walked in on something, something which Lenore never expected to see in a church.

She looked at the blond head of the man between Dorothy's legs, who looked a good deal older than Dorothy from where she was standing. Lenore heard a startled noise from Willard next to her which alerted the pair at the organ. Okay, the best thing is to keep cool. She doesn't look hurt or scared, Lenore thought. Really embarrassed, yeah definitely but this.. I don't know what to make of this. Lenore walked up toward the organ, her arms crossed and a look of disbelief across her face as she came closer to them.

"So what the hell is going on here?" she asked in a tight voice, looking between Dorothy and the stranger. "Little choir practice?" Her voiced dripped with sarcasm. "How 'bout you get up from there now, hmm?" she said to Caleb, a tight little smile on her face but it was a none too friendly look that she gave him.

{Open to Dorothy, Caleb, and Willard}
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Leaving Briar Cliff [[[Closed]]] [02 Jan 2006|12:15am]

Skinner had waited a minute outside the water closet before he grunted and knocked on the door. Feckin' pouff is probably stuck to the mirror...

The Frenchman exited with a grin.

"Oh you needn't get all dressed up for me"

Skinner snorted, tried again to fasten the jacket, failed and gave up.

"Keep it in yer pants ya wanker."

"Come on, one good deed down, one left and then that's it for me. I really didn't expect to be playing governess to anyone here"

Rodney felt the same way. Being shoved into the League was one thing as it seemed like everyone could look out for themselves...Even Mina 'ad 'er feckin' respectability....but watching out for drunken wankers had not been on Skinner's list of things to do today.

"It would be best to try and trace her footsteps...Otherwise, how else are we to find her?"

"Smartest thing you've said all day Frenchie," Skinner muttered as they walked back into the kitchen. "...Wot the bloody 'ell!"

The coutertop had been cleared of glasses and the remnants of their previous activities. The stools had been replaced, the wood looked washed...even the smell of vomit and rum had disappeared.

Standing a little in shock for a moment Skinner glanced at Nicholas and nodded.

"Yeh, chasin' after an angry werewolf seems like the best course of action right now." And with that he proceeded to the back door, opened it wide and stepped out into the damp, grey world. Just like 'ome...

[Open to Nicholas and Skinner]
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Briar Cliff: Downstairs {{{CLOSED}}} [30 Dec 2005|02:42am]

In the basement

"You don't know Peter...You've only, what? Been here a day?..No one asked to be brought here"

That was true. So far Mary hadn't spoken to anyone who had been pleased to find themselves in this strange town. Well...Mister Nathaniel said he didn't wish to return to his time.... And no, she didn't know Peter either.

"If you believe that, then that's fine. That's you're own problem however, I ask for but one thing, don't be getting on with that nonsense to Peter. He's not...Peter is a good man, I won't deny that. Even now, after everything , he still is but he's been through a lot lately and I don't need some woman messing with his head."

Her own problems? Why yes but....many of the people here had been displaced, it wasn't in her mind and--Mary's head whipped up at Seamus' last comment. Some woman? Was that what he thought of her? A tart trying to cloud his friend's mind?! Mary's cheeks burned.

He was fidgeting though and Mary hoped that meant he was ashamed at his words to her. Some woman! Apparantly that wasn't the case.

"Look,Peter is my friend and I've got to look out for him. He's... he's naive"

Mary didn't understand that at all. Peter had been a pillar of strength the entire day, and his dealings with the mystical and horrific had amazed and terrified her. He was physically ill and yet he had kept her safe, had searched for Sarah, felt sadness for Miss Zelda....

"He's also..jesus, he's also a drunk, alright?"

It was as if Seamus had socked her hard in the stomach, so quickly did the mask of red fall away from Mary's face to be replaced by a pale sheen. He was saying something else in that hard voice of his, but Mary could only stare at him, her eyebrows slowly coming together in a look of disbelief.

"Wh-what?" she managed. A hand unconciously came up to rest along the side of her neck, where the black blouse now hid most of her disfiguring marks.

[Open to anyone who enters Briar Cliff or is in the downstairs part]
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The Hospital [14 Dec 2005|09:33pm]

"I just asked a question. He liked to burn things"

"Well, this was a different kind of situation I'm sure," Ash said still a little on edge and annoyed by the girl but feeling a little bad about snapping at her. It wasn't her fault she was annoying him so but he was a little to strung out to be nice to the young woman. He hadn't slept in over 24 hours and though he had done so a few times he was still prone to get exhausted and strung out when feelings became too much for him.

"Okay, guys...everyone just needs to calm down"

Ash took a deep breath and attempted to do as Charlie suggested. It was hard for him but he was going to have to keep himself in check. After all it was probably not normal for these people to see a guy with a chainsaw where his hand should be. It was most likely a little off putting for others.


Ash nodded at Charlie and stepped down the hall way beside the young woman. As they reached the stair well he hoped that they would eventually would be able to get away from the others in their searching in order to finish his questioning of Charlie and her special powers.

"Watch the rear. We'll...I'll watch the front"

The non-verbal reaction was always the one of choice for Ash and he nodded in response to Rain's instruction. As the distance between the two couples became greater he kept his eyes open and began to speak to Charlie in a hushed voice out of the corner of his mouth.

"So what is py-pyro...what ever that word you used earlier was. What is that? How do you do that thing you did? You were glowing!" He looked over at the other group hoping they hadn't heard him and the lack of reaction from them told him what he had wanted to know before his attention went back to looking around the hall.

[Open to: Charlie, Rain, May, and anyone who decides to search around the hospital. If you enter the hospital please put what floor and area you are in so things are kept clear.]
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Raven's Hollow ((Closed)) [11 Dec 2005|10:49pm]

“Forgive my asking, but would you be able to make it that far? You seem... forgive me, you seem a little sick?"

John laughed, a raspy sound with a bitter edge to it, one he directed at himself. At the cruel twist of fate that had brought him to this. “You could say that.”

He pushed away the plate, having managed to eat nearly half of the eggs benedict. His stomach hadn’t started protesting… yet. Better safe than sorry, he thought. Better safe than sorry, too, regarding venturing down into the neighboring town. He was probably better off staying in the house for the time being.

“Some days are worse than others,” he continued, maneuvering the chair away from the table. “Perhaps at a later time I’ll try heading into the village. As for right now, I was thinking of exploring the house- the ground floor at least. Would you care to join me?” The objects in the rooms of the house might provide clues as to why they were there and to the rules, if this indeed was a game.

After Patrick’s reply, John headed down the hallway, tracing back the way he came, past his room to the opposite end of the house. The door at the end was open, showing the dark wood and book-lined walls of the library. A fire crackled in the grate, throwing strange shadows against the wall.

He stopped next to the bookshelves and examined the books at eye-level. Old leather-bound editions of classic works, their titles imprinted in gold leaf on the spines, but he noted the lack of dust along the shelves and top of the books. Someone was keeping house here, at least; this was a definite step up from the derelict houses and abandoned industrial buildings he himself had used for his games.

{Open to Patrick, Mahette, and anyone present or arriving at Raven's Hollow}
23 deaths| why won't they die ?

The School {{{CLOSED}}} [05 Dec 2005|04:43pm]

"You have a big mouth for a dead kid."

Katie's eyes narrowed but she felt a touch of mean-spirited glee. Knowing that Ginger had died and come back had bother Katie. Knowing that she was getting under the teenagers skin made her feel better but her conscious jumped on her at that. It's not right to pick on another persons pain. Katie sighed. But what did it matter what she did or didn't do ? In the end, had anything changed ? She was still dead, Jack still continued his quest and Epps wasn't safe.

"I know--knew someone named Sam, alright. You may be all sentimental about this Epps but I couldn't give a shit. I don't know her, I don't care. It's a kill or be killed world. But I guess you missed that lesson, huh ?"

"No, I may have missed out on many things but that lesson was not one of them," Katie murmured as she looked up ahead to see a brick building ahead of the two girls. She thought back to the Antonia Graza and the night that she died. Kill or killed world indeed. "Perhaps we should check that building then". Perhaps Epps and Sam ran off there and then I can go and be rid of you, she thought with a side glance at the unpleasant girl. Katie didn't actually feel that way, if anything, she didn't want to be alone now. Not in this unfamiliar town and not after so many years of being alone on that ship. There were other ghosts on Antonia Graza so she was never alone but often felt like she was. She had not been like the others, Katie was unmarked by Ferriman. It was she was able to warn the others, to warn Epps. Fat lot of good that was now. Her mood darkened as she saw what the building was.

A school.

Brief flashes of memory showed a time when Katie herself had gone to school. It had been nicer then the decrepit building that lay before Ginger and Katie, a private school. She remembered enjoying it and she remembered how anxious she had felt about going to school in America. Yet another thing that never got to happen. Katie stared at the stairs in a resolved manner as she preceded up them. She looked at the double doors before glancing back at Ginger.

"Do you want to go first or shall I?"

{Open to Ginger and anyone who wants to join them at the school}
12 deaths| why won't they die ?

On the road leaving Raven's Hallow/ Heading to the bar [05 Dec 2005|02:31pm]

Norman left the large house and the calm that the building instilled on everyone except him it seemed left but he did not feel much of a change. The young man had no desire to kill and no feeling of relief washed over him.

He walked down the path as rain beat down on him. He felt a little regret for not having an umbrella or a jacket to pull over his head. Instead he just put his head down and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. A chill ran up his spine as he saw the mall ahead in the distance.

A morbid side of him wanted to enter the building and look upon the body of the young woman that he had killed. To gaze at her lifeless body and the sticky substance that had stained the floor. He had no idea that someone had partaken in a small bite of the young red head.

He felt great remorse for Zelda and he doubted he would ever feel anything but remorse. Patrick had tried to make Norman embrace what he had done and Norman wished he could feel about life the way that Patrick felt about it but there was no way he could ever see himself making a massacre of a young woman the way that Patrick had with that blond woman back at the house in the suburbs.

Norman wasn't a killer at heart but he had done it and would no doubt end up doing it again.

Norman walked past the large building turning his eyes away from the broken door. Despite his curiousity he did not want to go and see that young woman who's life he had taken.

Instead Norman walked on and away from the mall with only dark thoughts enveloping his mind when he saw a familiar face in the dark and rainy distance.

[Open to: Jack Ferriman and anyone who wishes to join the pair in town.]
5 deaths| why won't they die ?

Heading to town {{CLOSED}} [02 Dec 2005|10:09pm]

Dawn had been upon the town for a while now and the second morning that Willard saw in Fair Haven was a contrast to the first. Grey clouds covered the sky and sun as the rain fell and the fog began to pick up. A miserable morning but it suited Willard's despair as he rushed down from the steps of Briar Cliff Manor. He rushed because of the news Peter and Seamus had told him, the first revealing that there were more people than just Zelda were dead in the town and the latter revealing that Dorothy had run off on her own after reaching the town.

Both revelations frightened him and made him fear for Dorothy's safety. While he barely knew her, had only met her a few hours ago, Willard couldn't shake the anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew why though, it was because Dorothy reminded him of Zelda. They looked nothing alike and in fact Zelda had been much more lively but both where still young girls.

Girls who had both shown kindness to Willard, Dorothy especially, and the fact that Zelda had been killed in this town, well that was evidence for Willard that Dorothy's own chances were just as slim. There are things here other than just the people who woke up here, he thought. I saw them, monsters in this town and she...she's not safe by herself. Willard owed her a favor, he owed it to Dorothy to look for her. In way, he owed to himself. Willard had always been a weak man, his mother had bossed him around, Mr. Martin had, all the while Willard played the coward. Just like he had back at the hospital with Mary and Peter. Ran off without a thought for them, not a thought for Sarah or Zelda or anyone else. Save his rats and himself.

Willard was half way down the driveway when he heard another voice call out to him, asking him to stop. Once he glanced over his shoulder he saw Lenore, and with Socrates insistence, Willard stopped and waited for her. She was asking what he was doing, what was wrong. "Dorothy ran off by herself...in town. It's not..it's not safe there. I.." He turned and started walking again with Lenore following along with him. "I have to look for her".

{Open to Lenore and anyone else leaving Briar Cliff}
11 deaths| why won't they die ?

The Bar: Nightsounds [30 Nov 2005|06:36pm]

Mike sat next to Jen holding on to her silently scolding himself for letting this all happen to her. As the brothers headed up the stairs Mike gave them the dirtiest look he could muster. They were both terrible people in his mind. Richie for having done this to Jen and Seth for not doing anything to stop it.

He had to know how his brother was but didn't do anything to stop him from being with the others. Mike hated the brothers now and would have done anything to let Seth know that Mike's amicable nature had changed to the hate that burned in side of the young man. He gritted his teeth as the brothers left and he wished so much to run after them and punish Richie.

Epps said something but Mike paid no mind to her as he now put blame on the woman and the young man she had as her companion. They had left Jen downstairs with the monster that had caused her this pain and he would never be able to be nice to them for it.

But the person he blamed the most was himself as he would never be able to forgive himself for letting her go down there alone...or at least without him. How would he have known that a rapist was in the bar and going to attack his beloved twin. He couldn't let himself be forgiven though. He would never let Jen out of his reach again. As well as he could manage he would be hand and hand with her every step of the way back home.

"You poor thing,"

Mike's attention shot to Eva as she moved back to the table. She was now the only person in the bar who was not on Mike's shit list and she would be the only person he would talk to now.

The others left and the only people left were the three of them. "How could I let this happen to you?" he asked himself out loud looking at Jen's trembling hand that he held as tears of anger and fear filled his eyes.

{Open to: Eva, Jen, and anyone else who decides to enter the bar. Please still put upstairs and downstairs to make sure things are still clear.}
2 deaths| why won't they die ?

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