Collab Event 1: The Treasure in the Sky
Part 1:
~From the ravaged streets below, the obstruction seemed to be a large chunk of building-debris that had coincidentally landed on the parking lot that jutted from the side of the skymall. However, if one were to view the shadow-casting mass from a distance, they may have noticed that it resembled a carriage or tank, almost. The Skymall was worn, and the top six floors has pancaked down upon themselves, eventually turning to the side and sliding down the rest of the building. What was left was a damaged, treacherous spike-of-a-building jutting from the destroyed ground on which it one stood tall. Most windows were shattered and the entrance itself seemed dangerous, as the building often cracked and groaned with threats of collapsing at any second. If one were to look inside the deathtrap, they would noticed ruined ceilings, exposing dangerous electrical wiring, downed escalators and elevators, and plenty of cave ins. Of course, climbing the side of the building was a bit more plausible due to various chunks of debris having created makeshift stepping stones that provided a risky, but quick path to the parking lot.~
"I really wanna get outta here, Johnny, I don't like it one bit..." the voice came from a young woman in her mid twenties. She held a baseball bat and wore cheap, salvaged garbs. She looked around frantically, the attachments to her backpack jingling metallically as she shuddered every so often when the building whined. Johnny, who had been inspecting the cave ins in order to determine whether they could be used as crude staircases, turned around from his position atop a fallen ceiling.
"Just relax. The building was built to last. It's still standing isn't it? Besides, this may be the only chance we get - everyone and their mother has been wandering these streets in order to get at that carriage... or anyone trying to get it as well."
~~
At the foot of the crumbling structure was another curiosity of this broken city. A single woman, appearing to be in her late teens, watched over what seemed to be an insignificant spot. A nook at the foot of the building, just large enough to hold a small child. In this nook was a single rose, black and withered, placed ages ago by the child who had once occupyied this very spot.
A certain, inexplicable emotion rose within the woman, something she had not felt in a long time. This feeling rose, becoming stronger and stronger, slowly encompassing the womans' entire being. Yet still she could not grasp it, for it had been so long since the woman had felt anything other than hatred and torment that this once precious feeling had become alien to her.
The womans' hand slowly grazed her cheek, as she pulled her fingers away she was astounded to see a wetness there. A glistening shine, a shine that had been absent for far too long, a shine that could only have come from,
tears
strange... the woman thought. She had thought that such things were no longer present in her body, that all of her tears had flowed from her, leaving only a bittered and shrivelled excuse for a heart within her. She blinked once, twice, looking back to the rose that marked the place she once called home, she found that more tears came. She did not weep, yet tears streamed from her eyes. The emotion that had once encompassed her now strangely absent, and in its place a river formed from a dead heart.
The woman felt strange, for she knew that it was proper for her to feel somthing in this moment, the moment she would say goodbye to her old self. Yet she felt nothing, only a mockery for what was sadness and loneliness poored from her.
and then she smiled..
and the tears stopped.
~~
"Aha! Got it, there's the path, Joanna, we can climb up here, I fixed it right up!" Johnny exlcaimed from inside. Joanna smiled, "What? Really? Oh man, the guys back at camp are gonna be so happy!"
Joanna quickly walked up the fallen ceiling that had been altered by Johnny using shelves and desks. Now on the fourth floor, she took a look around and smiled, "We're almost there!" Johnny chuckled, "Yup. Help me push this down there, we need it out of the way," he said as he grunted and began pushing a desk that blocked entry to the next cave in. Joanna grabbed the other side and helped push it over into the cave in they had just emerged from. With multiple loud crashes that nearly shook the building, the desk fell from floor to floor until it crashed into multiple pieces at the bottom.
It was then that the womans' focused was torn from her own petty thoughts by a clear and powerful crashing. For a moment, she considered her options. If she was to investigate the sound, what would she uncover? Would it be hostile? A trap perhaps, meant to lure her to death? Humans were skilled with traps...
Despite her second thoughts however, curiosity managed to get the better of her and she quietly made her way into the crumbling structure.
Within its' cavernous maw, the woman saw many dangers. Even though this structure had survived the many quakes of the apocalypse, it had been pushed to its limits, and now held onto life by a single thread. Debris littered that ground, half of the main floor was innaccessible, blocked by debris and chittering electrical wires.
At her feet lay a crumbled mess, feintly resembling a shattered wooden desk. The woman then glanced up, the roof above her had somehow been removed, and she could see the goings on of the floors above her. In the distance, quite a few floors up, she saw the flickering of a light as it danced across the walls, giving away the culprits behind the sound she had heard earlier.
The woman smiled as she noticed the makeshift path to the floors above her, she had found a prey, and it had been so kind as too fashion a road for her too hunt it along...
Joanna chuckled, "Jeeze, Johnny, can yah be any louder?" She then playfully nudged him in the arm, and he smiled back at her.
"Think of it, Joanna... We'll be like heroes bringing in the most notorious shuttle in the city! Who knows what they got in there! It was huge, too!" Johnny spoke with utter excitement, and continued to pry away at the next cave in, hoping to quickly ascend to the next floor.
The woman began her ascent, her hospital gown proving difficult to manage on the treacherous ascent. This was compounded by the fact that she was still learning her new body, and the climb proved difficult at best. When she reached the second floor, her already smudged attire was in absolute tatters.
It was then that she realized she would not be capable of completing the ascent in her current state. The woman let out a soft sigh, only to be interrupted by the sounds of voices above her. "..heroes.. shuttle... what they got in there..." The womans' interest piqued, although she could not fully determine what it was they were speaking of, she could sense the excitement on their voices'.
She steeled her resolve, determined to discover the treasure her prey had braved this tower for, and began her ascent to the third level...
"Alright, help me clear this fallen pile of junk, hm?" Johnny asked, as he motioned for Joanna to help him. She smiled and began assisting him, "Alright, Johnny, tell me this: why hasn't anybody thought of this before? That carriage has been there a while..."
Johnny scoffed, "Don't try to act like my genius was something any mediocre person would be capable of creating..."
After a brief pause, the two laughed at his statement and continued to clear out the debris preventing them from ascending to the fifth floor.
Miraculously, the woman found herself on the third floor of the crumbling structure without incident. She could now blatantly hear the oblivious joviality of the pair above her. The excitement and carefree nature of their conversing hinted to them being close to the treasure. The woman smiled, it pleased her too know her prey was unaware of their fate. It made her end of things much easier...
It was then that she decided to wait, so far these two had proved useful in making accessways to each of the floors for her. Once they had ascended to the fourth floor she would follow into the fifth, and so on..
until they reached this 'treasure' of theirs...
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lel, tommorow then, Ill try and wake up early ish ;P
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I am ready now :/
I am ready now :/
yo sage. you ready for this?
indeed, Now I have cut back all of roleplays.
From now on this will be my only rp. My life has been way to hectic to have more than this one as of late, so expect increased activity and quality :S.
From now on this will be my only rp. My life has been way to hectic to have more than this one as of late, so expect increased activity and quality :S.
np dearest, in light of recent developments in my life, my roleplaying will also be taking a downhill slide.
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Collab between Darkraven and AnriUSB Final Part
Upon being tracked down again by the witch, Valentina was given a shock, and resignation quickly followed. Turning around timidly, the woman's stomach greeted her first. "The... Thing is locked." Valentina said awkwardly, still having a lot of difficulty speaking. Twisting the knob and pulling it, she showed it to her - actions came easier for Valentina in expressing herself, anything other than words. Although the loss of most of her speech skills was lost on Valentina in all the terror and action, her pre-reawakening self would have been appalled by it, considering that she was once doing very well in school and was even an actress for a blockbuster movie, no less.
The noises of the undead had grown louder in the few minutes they had spent scouring the small store for a way to freedom. The revelation that the only foreseeable exit was impassable added an ominous weight to the situation.
The woman glanced nervously down the staircase behind her, the blockade she had erected would most definitely fall to the brute force of the creatures that pressed against it, and each passing moment brought the pair closer to death. The woman's mind began frantically looking for a solution. Sweat began to bead down her forehead. Her knees began to grow weak.
On the precipice of shock she remembered her training, everything came down to the next few moments, they would need a key, and they would need it fast. "Quickly" She announced suddenly to her small companion. "A key, we need to find one.. Run down there and check behind the service counter. If it is going to be anywhere, it is going to be there." The womans' voice had an unique urgency to it, that was both commanding and desperate. She would need Valentina to cooperate fully with her, if she refused in even the slightest way, both of their lives could be forfeit.
Before even letting the witch finish, Valentina was already on the way down the stairs, understanding from her words vaguely that she needed to find the keys. Secretly though, she was still looking for a way to escape from her, but with the door locked, that desire was almost gone. Looking side to side at the walls, hoping to find a ventilation grating, Valentina could not find one, as if the building itself was taunting her, conspiring with the biters that were breaking down the windows and doors quickly. The closest thing to it was a ventilation fan several meters up and... some lines drawn in the shape of one using blackboard markers.
Running back down to the cashier counter, Valentina started shoving things around underneath. Heaps of junk were flying around, but no keys. She tried ripping into a box of tissue to no avail, pouring out the contents of opened food cans only to find spare change, nuts and bolts, and she tried shaking magazines to reveal the contents between the pages, but there was nothing. The sound of wooden planks and glass breaking, of metal furniture grating against the floor made Valentina panic, the only thing keeping her from curling up into a ball or fainting were fading memories of the past.
Turning her head in all directions for more solutions, Valentina could not find anything that she hadn't exhausted... Until she looked up to find a box mounted on the wall, half-opened such that she could see a hint of a keyrack with her tactical light. Turning around, she ran for it, but something had caught the collar of her jacket, something stiff and strong. Instinctively turning her head to investigate what it was, she screamed as she found that the biters were closer than she thought.
It was one of them, and it had climbed over the counter, and it was pulling her back. Valentina tugged at her collar, but she was no match for it. Screaming, Valentina pulled Lieutenant Hugh's combat knife out and swung it around behind her in panic, catching the biter in the face, but only the face. It had both its hands on her now, and it was pulling her closer, and closer towards its teeth. She could practically smell its foul breath as she recoiled away from its maws, which were just inches away. She promptly planted her knife into its eye with a shaking hand, barely managing to overcome the creature.
The biter's grip loosened, and Valentina tore herself away from it, running for the box, opening its lid. Some of the keys were just out of her reach, and as she read the labels, she found that it was just her luck that the key to the roof was on the top row. She tried jumping and catching it, but could not reach it at first. On the second try, she nearly did. The pounding of flesh on floor was killing her inside. She could hear another scrapping against the wooden cashier counter as she jumped again, this time managing to pull it off its hook, but also bringing down the rack in the process. For a split second, she was hanging onto the key, and when the rack's loosened screws gave way, she fell on her back with all the keys in the store, hitting her head on something hard.
Adrenaline was working even within Valentina's young body, and she did not feel much pain. Over the counter, a head popped out, much of its face gone, with eyes the same colour as her blind right eye still in its sockets staring down at her, as if asking for her to join it. Standing up again, Valentina held the key firmly in the ball of her fist, running for it, but something had caught her leg and tripped her, sending her crashing to the floor face first, the second head trauma she suffered this time too much, sending her close to unconsciousness. Her vision was a blur, and for several seconds, her mind was blank. She could feel darkness returning again as she fought against it, and was losing...
A deafening roar sounded the arrival of the childs' savior, the bullet flew through the head of the undead that had latched on to the childs' leg, and burried itself in the wooden floor beneath. Ivy grabbed the child, swinging her over her shoulder and making a break for the stairs.
She was just barely able to grab the keys from the childs hands before they fell too the floor, and by the time Ivy had made it to the top of the stairs, the undead had completely overrun the barrier she had created.
Three more roars sounded as two of the demons fell, and another stumbled backwards from the force of the bullet. Even more undead followed after them as Ivy struggled with the lock. Moments passed in what seemed like ages before the door finally gave way and the two made it out onto the roof.
within moments Ivy was able to find the fire access located on the side of the apartment complex beside the store.
She ran..
Pursued by death itself, she did not think twice before leaping the gap between the roof and the metal grated stairwell. The seconds she spent airborne seemed to be in slow motion as she looked behind her to see the dead following in close pursuit.
When she did land, she felt a sudden and sharp pain pierce her ankle. She winced as she began limping up the metal stairway, slowly making her way to the apartment roof.
The Jocks followed in close pursuit, flinging themselves at her as she made her ascent, most either missed completely, or smacked head first into the sharp metal grating, and dieing on the spot. Two survived the leap however and began to pursue the pair further..
As Valentina was still fighting the darkness enveloping her, she could feel herself flying, flying away. She could even feel the direction of where she was flying. Backwards, away from the ravenous biters. For some time, she thought that she had died, and was being carried away to heaven. After all, she saw bright light after hitting her head a little too hard when she was tripped. For a moment, she smiled, and was happy, because she thought she would soon see her family and all her friends. For some time, she could see and hear nothing but them, which was all she could ever want. Then the darkness returned again, and so did the haunting noises that came with it.
Opening her eyes, she could see figures running towards her. Had it not been for the direction of her flight, they would have caught up with her. Faintly, she recognized that someone was carrying her, and faintly, she knew what to do. Pulling the pistol that the witch had given her for the mission out from the back of her pants, she took aim in the general direction of one of the figures, at the smallest blob on her target, and squeezed the trigger. It fell, as if a puppet cut off from its strings. Valentina shifted her aim, her arms shaky and her sight waxing and waning, she fired again, but there was no explosion, only a dry click in its place.
The pain in her ankle spiked as she slowly made her way up the fire escape. Each step covering less distance, and each moment shortening the distance between her and the last remaining undead. The woman was sweating now, fully aware that in all likely hood, she would be joining the others in the afterlife. She set the child down and smiled at her, time seemed to slow in that moment, "Go on kid, Dylan can take it from here.." A hot, and powerful pain shot through her right shoulder as the beast sunk its teeth into her. As its jaw released to come in for a second bite, she turned, sinking a combat knife into the creature's skull with her one good arm.
It was then that the real pain hit her and she was forced to sit, she gritted her teeth as she could feel the taint spreading through her. "Well fuck," She cursed to herself, "I'm out of ciggarette's.." With sigh, she leaned back against the metal railing, wincing in pain as her shoulder made contact with the metal. Darkness began creeping in at the edge of her vision. She fumbled at her belt, trying to get a hold of her pistol.
Slowly she brought the thing to her head, checking too see if the girl had ran, she chuckled to herself as she saw that she had disappeared. "See ya kid," She whispered the goodbye, half to the child and half to her own sister...
And with another lions' roar, the life of Ivy Ellenheart came to an end.
Upon being tracked down again by the witch, Valentina was given a shock, and resignation quickly followed. Turning around timidly, the woman's stomach greeted her first. "The... Thing is locked." Valentina said awkwardly, still having a lot of difficulty speaking. Twisting the knob and pulling it, she showed it to her - actions came easier for Valentina in expressing herself, anything other than words. Although the loss of most of her speech skills was lost on Valentina in all the terror and action, her pre-reawakening self would have been appalled by it, considering that she was once doing very well in school and was even an actress for a blockbuster movie, no less.
The noises of the undead had grown louder in the few minutes they had spent scouring the small store for a way to freedom. The revelation that the only foreseeable exit was impassable added an ominous weight to the situation.
The woman glanced nervously down the staircase behind her, the blockade she had erected would most definitely fall to the brute force of the creatures that pressed against it, and each passing moment brought the pair closer to death. The woman's mind began frantically looking for a solution. Sweat began to bead down her forehead. Her knees began to grow weak.
On the precipice of shock she remembered her training, everything came down to the next few moments, they would need a key, and they would need it fast. "Quickly" She announced suddenly to her small companion. "A key, we need to find one.. Run down there and check behind the service counter. If it is going to be anywhere, it is going to be there." The womans' voice had an unique urgency to it, that was both commanding and desperate. She would need Valentina to cooperate fully with her, if she refused in even the slightest way, both of their lives could be forfeit.
Before even letting the witch finish, Valentina was already on the way down the stairs, understanding from her words vaguely that she needed to find the keys. Secretly though, she was still looking for a way to escape from her, but with the door locked, that desire was almost gone. Looking side to side at the walls, hoping to find a ventilation grating, Valentina could not find one, as if the building itself was taunting her, conspiring with the biters that were breaking down the windows and doors quickly. The closest thing to it was a ventilation fan several meters up and... some lines drawn in the shape of one using blackboard markers.
Running back down to the cashier counter, Valentina started shoving things around underneath. Heaps of junk were flying around, but no keys. She tried ripping into a box of tissue to no avail, pouring out the contents of opened food cans only to find spare change, nuts and bolts, and she tried shaking magazines to reveal the contents between the pages, but there was nothing. The sound of wooden planks and glass breaking, of metal furniture grating against the floor made Valentina panic, the only thing keeping her from curling up into a ball or fainting were fading memories of the past.
Turning her head in all directions for more solutions, Valentina could not find anything that she hadn't exhausted... Until she looked up to find a box mounted on the wall, half-opened such that she could see a hint of a keyrack with her tactical light. Turning around, she ran for it, but something had caught the collar of her jacket, something stiff and strong. Instinctively turning her head to investigate what it was, she screamed as she found that the biters were closer than she thought.
It was one of them, and it had climbed over the counter, and it was pulling her back. Valentina tugged at her collar, but she was no match for it. Screaming, Valentina pulled Lieutenant Hugh's combat knife out and swung it around behind her in panic, catching the biter in the face, but only the face. It had both its hands on her now, and it was pulling her closer, and closer towards its teeth. She could practically smell its foul breath as she recoiled away from its maws, which were just inches away. She promptly planted her knife into its eye with a shaking hand, barely managing to overcome the creature.
The biter's grip loosened, and Valentina tore herself away from it, running for the box, opening its lid. Some of the keys were just out of her reach, and as she read the labels, she found that it was just her luck that the key to the roof was on the top row. She tried jumping and catching it, but could not reach it at first. On the second try, she nearly did. The pounding of flesh on floor was killing her inside. She could hear another scrapping against the wooden cashier counter as she jumped again, this time managing to pull it off its hook, but also bringing down the rack in the process. For a split second, she was hanging onto the key, and when the rack's loosened screws gave way, she fell on her back with all the keys in the store, hitting her head on something hard.
Adrenaline was working even within Valentina's young body, and she did not feel much pain. Over the counter, a head popped out, much of its face gone, with eyes the same colour as her blind right eye still in its sockets staring down at her, as if asking for her to join it. Standing up again, Valentina held the key firmly in the ball of her fist, running for it, but something had caught her leg and tripped her, sending her crashing to the floor face first, the second head trauma she suffered this time too much, sending her close to unconsciousness. Her vision was a blur, and for several seconds, her mind was blank. She could feel darkness returning again as she fought against it, and was losing...
A deafening roar sounded the arrival of the childs' savior, the bullet flew through the head of the undead that had latched on to the childs' leg, and burried itself in the wooden floor beneath. Ivy grabbed the child, swinging her over her shoulder and making a break for the stairs.
She was just barely able to grab the keys from the childs hands before they fell too the floor, and by the time Ivy had made it to the top of the stairs, the undead had completely overrun the barrier she had created.
Three more roars sounded as two of the demons fell, and another stumbled backwards from the force of the bullet. Even more undead followed after them as Ivy struggled with the lock. Moments passed in what seemed like ages before the door finally gave way and the two made it out onto the roof.
within moments Ivy was able to find the fire access located on the side of the apartment complex beside the store.
She ran..
Pursued by death itself, she did not think twice before leaping the gap between the roof and the metal grated stairwell. The seconds she spent airborne seemed to be in slow motion as she looked behind her to see the dead following in close pursuit.
When she did land, she felt a sudden and sharp pain pierce her ankle. She winced as she began limping up the metal stairway, slowly making her way to the apartment roof.
The Jocks followed in close pursuit, flinging themselves at her as she made her ascent, most either missed completely, or smacked head first into the sharp metal grating, and dieing on the spot. Two survived the leap however and began to pursue the pair further..
As Valentina was still fighting the darkness enveloping her, she could feel herself flying, flying away. She could even feel the direction of where she was flying. Backwards, away from the ravenous biters. For some time, she thought that she had died, and was being carried away to heaven. After all, she saw bright light after hitting her head a little too hard when she was tripped. For a moment, she smiled, and was happy, because she thought she would soon see her family and all her friends. For some time, she could see and hear nothing but them, which was all she could ever want. Then the darkness returned again, and so did the haunting noises that came with it.
Opening her eyes, she could see figures running towards her. Had it not been for the direction of her flight, they would have caught up with her. Faintly, she recognized that someone was carrying her, and faintly, she knew what to do. Pulling the pistol that the witch had given her for the mission out from the back of her pants, she took aim in the general direction of one of the figures, at the smallest blob on her target, and squeezed the trigger. It fell, as if a puppet cut off from its strings. Valentina shifted her aim, her arms shaky and her sight waxing and waning, she fired again, but there was no explosion, only a dry click in its place.
The pain in her ankle spiked as she slowly made her way up the fire escape. Each step covering less distance, and each moment shortening the distance between her and the last remaining undead. The woman was sweating now, fully aware that in all likely hood, she would be joining the others in the afterlife. She set the child down and smiled at her, time seemed to slow in that moment, "Go on kid, Dylan can take it from here.." A hot, and powerful pain shot through her right shoulder as the beast sunk its teeth into her. As its jaw released to come in for a second bite, she turned, sinking a combat knife into the creature's skull with her one good arm.
It was then that the real pain hit her and she was forced to sit, she gritted her teeth as she could feel the taint spreading through her. "Well fuck," She cursed to herself, "I'm out of ciggarette's.." With sigh, she leaned back against the metal railing, wincing in pain as her shoulder made contact with the metal. Darkness began creeping in at the edge of her vision. She fumbled at her belt, trying to get a hold of her pistol.
Slowly she brought the thing to her head, checking too see if the girl had ran, she chuckled to herself as she saw that she had disappeared. "See ya kid," She whispered the goodbye, half to the child and half to her own sister...
And with another lions' roar, the life of Ivy Ellenheart came to an end.
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