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Same here.
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Hearing the ruckus and Chad's yelling from the other side of the cafeteria, Dean immediately grabbed his flashlight and bolted to the source of the noise.
"Woah." He glanced at Chad, pointing the flashlight at his face, highlighting his flustered and sweaty face. " It fucking stinks." he pinched his nose tightly as soon as the stench hit him. Rotten meat.
What strikes Dean as odd was that there was that smell in the first place. This place has been abandoned for so long, and bad meat only smells for quite awhile until it goes completely dry. A fly buzzed past his ear as Dean's thoughts kept overlapping. Looking over to Chad for some sort of assurance, Dean was briefly let down as he noticed Chad was sort-of looking around for something.
Chills running up his spine, Dean brushed it off and made his way back to the middle of the cafeteria where most of them had gathered. He took a seat on one of the dusty chairs just off to the side and proceeded to play with his thumbs nonchalantly. Well, almost. The whole time, ever since he had noticed the windows- he had felt a pair of eyes glued onto his back. You know that natural feeling you get when you know you're being stared at? That was it. It was unsettling- hell, saying that's an understatement.
-but he had to keep his cool, just so he wouldn't be called out on his paranoia or whatever they'd like to call it.
Leaning his head against the pillar, he'd noticed something.
A black figure. The cafeteria was pretty damn dark, but what he'd seen had been darker than black. Dean froze in place, eyes glued to the ceiling.
What...
His breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened, watching the figure climb across the ceiling light's fixtures in the most... inhuman, broken way. 'Its' limbs seemed to barely hang on to the joints from what Dean had seen.
"OH SHIT!"
Okay. Okay. Dean clutched at his chest, shut his eyes and tried to calm his heart-beat with reasonable explanations. Just your imagination. Just your fuckin' imagination, aight? It's dark. It's dark and that's it. Nothing. Nothing was there. Nothing-
Forcing his eyes open, he scanned the ceiling once again, half-expecting the entity to jump out at him as soon as he'd opened his eyes. A deep sigh of relief left Dean's lips as he noted that it was indeed nothing.
Maybe.
"Woah." He glanced at Chad, pointing the flashlight at his face, highlighting his flustered and sweaty face. " It fucking stinks." he pinched his nose tightly as soon as the stench hit him. Rotten meat.
What strikes Dean as odd was that there was that smell in the first place. This place has been abandoned for so long, and bad meat only smells for quite awhile until it goes completely dry. A fly buzzed past his ear as Dean's thoughts kept overlapping. Looking over to Chad for some sort of assurance, Dean was briefly let down as he noticed Chad was sort-of looking around for something.
Chills running up his spine, Dean brushed it off and made his way back to the middle of the cafeteria where most of them had gathered. He took a seat on one of the dusty chairs just off to the side and proceeded to play with his thumbs nonchalantly. Well, almost. The whole time, ever since he had noticed the windows- he had felt a pair of eyes glued onto his back. You know that natural feeling you get when you know you're being stared at? That was it. It was unsettling- hell, saying that's an understatement.
-but he had to keep his cool, just so he wouldn't be called out on his paranoia or whatever they'd like to call it.
Leaning his head against the pillar, he'd noticed something.
A black figure. The cafeteria was pretty damn dark, but what he'd seen had been darker than black. Dean froze in place, eyes glued to the ceiling.
What...
His breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened, watching the figure climb across the ceiling light's fixtures in the most... inhuman, broken way. 'Its' limbs seemed to barely hang on to the joints from what Dean had seen.
"OH SHIT!"
Okay. Okay. Dean clutched at his chest, shut his eyes and tried to calm his heart-beat with reasonable explanations. Just your imagination. Just your fuckin' imagination, aight? It's dark. It's dark and that's it. Nothing. Nothing was there. Nothing-
Forcing his eyes open, he scanned the ceiling once again, half-expecting the entity to jump out at him as soon as he'd opened his eyes. A deep sigh of relief left Dean's lips as he noted that it was indeed nothing.
Maybe.
We're just waiting for the next sub-event, I guess.
Well I am, since Alois has to be interrupted somehow during mid-speech otherwise it'll just be awkward.
xD
Well I am, since Alois has to be interrupted somehow during mid-speech otherwise it'll just be awkward.
xD
This topic made my night.
A terrible screech that sounded from above had Blake's guard up and ready. The hawk had landed on his partner's arm as Blake scanned their surroundings. Granted it was drizzling, it was hard for him to spot any minute details that were out of the norm.
Just then, the smell caught up to him.
His nostrils twitched. There was that musky smell that his senses had learned to detest. It grew more putrid as the rain continued to drizzle. Demons? Where? Wha- Blake's train of thoughts had been severed as his attention was brought to a bubbling puddle just outside the gates. About three seconds later the puddle had taken on a semi-substantial form, creating a frothy mass of disgusting-looking jelly.
Now, Blake knew that demons like them were weaker. They didn't seem like much of a threat towards him or Jace, but sudden realization hit Blake like a bullet train. Raining... droplets- puddles forming almost everywhere-
Blake unclenched his butt muscles and allowed his claws to protract, the metal-like nails glinting underneath what little light the moon gave off. Blake watched as Jace shook off the little demons that had managed to form on his shield, and then summoned his two extra-terrestrial wolves. Jace had put on his game-front as soon as he too had witnessed the manifestation of the puddle demon.
MY HOMIEEES! Blake grinned at the sight of them. With one hand slicing through the droplets as they fell, he could hear the quiet yet familiar sizzling of tiny demons as they were split apart.
"Looks like we are in for some trouble-" Blake nodded furiously, looking like a feral cat as he swiped away at the air in rapid succession. In that moment, a troublesome droplet-turned-demon had crawled onto his upper lip whilst he was attacking the rain.
"Argh- damnit!" Blake groaned as he lifted a hand to get rid of the demon on his face, managing to give himself a ghastly scratch across his cheek. I'm more of a threat to myself than these guys are... he thought, pulling out a long band-aid and applying it on the wound. With all the rain, there would be millions of them in no time- so they'd need more people to fend them off before they get the chance to manifest. For now though, he'd chop through these bastards while they waited for the others.
"Ready to fight?"
"Heeeell yeah~" Blake positioned himself behind Jace. "These guys are small but deadly, so I'll have your back if anything happens-" he shouted through the rain as the rain puddles around them began to bubble, "...but I think we're gonna need some back-up soon." Blake finished as he inwardly revised his latin incantations.
Just then, the smell caught up to him.
His nostrils twitched. There was that musky smell that his senses had learned to detest. It grew more putrid as the rain continued to drizzle. Demons? Where? Wha- Blake's train of thoughts had been severed as his attention was brought to a bubbling puddle just outside the gates. About three seconds later the puddle had taken on a semi-substantial form, creating a frothy mass of disgusting-looking jelly.
Now, Blake knew that demons like them were weaker. They didn't seem like much of a threat towards him or Jace, but sudden realization hit Blake like a bullet train. Raining... droplets- puddles forming almost everywhere-
Blake unclenched his butt muscles and allowed his claws to protract, the metal-like nails glinting underneath what little light the moon gave off. Blake watched as Jace shook off the little demons that had managed to form on his shield, and then summoned his two extra-terrestrial wolves. Jace had put on his game-front as soon as he too had witnessed the manifestation of the puddle demon.
MY HOMIEEES! Blake grinned at the sight of them. With one hand slicing through the droplets as they fell, he could hear the quiet yet familiar sizzling of tiny demons as they were split apart.
"Looks like we are in for some trouble-" Blake nodded furiously, looking like a feral cat as he swiped away at the air in rapid succession. In that moment, a troublesome droplet-turned-demon had crawled onto his upper lip whilst he was attacking the rain.
"Argh- damnit!" Blake groaned as he lifted a hand to get rid of the demon on his face, managing to give himself a ghastly scratch across his cheek. I'm more of a threat to myself than these guys are... he thought, pulling out a long band-aid and applying it on the wound. With all the rain, there would be millions of them in no time- so they'd need more people to fend them off before they get the chance to manifest. For now though, he'd chop through these bastards while they waited for the others.
"Ready to fight?"
"Heeeell yeah~" Blake positioned himself behind Jace. "These guys are small but deadly, so I'll have your back if anything happens-" he shouted through the rain as the rain puddles around them began to bubble, "...but I think we're gonna need some back-up soon." Blake finished as he inwardly revised his latin incantations.
Marshmellow said
10/10 kawai af
Following up a post for the demons, will get it up in a bit. Sorry for the wait as well- timezones blow
EDIT: tis done
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Dean didn't want to get roped into their argument, so he backed off for the time-being. Meanwhile, Chad had found the cafeteria, much to everyone's surprise. The new space, being more open than the previous rooms had eased the air around Dean as he scanned his surroundings. Still dark and dreary, but it made Dean's heart feel at ease. If anything happens, there's still space to run. So there's that... Trying to keep himself optimistic, he explored the musty room in all its ancient glory.
The cafeteria was lined with rows and rows of tables and chairs, most of which were toppled over, hinting at the actions of the building's previous inhabitants. The ceiling lights hung low, similar to the lobby. The paint, shabby pillars and everything else looked pretty normal. And by normal, Dean meant unappealing in its most derogative form.
He walked up and down the hall cautiously, making out a detailed path in his head before making his next step. What made him raise his gaurds, however, were the windows that lead to the outside. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.
The cafeteria was lined with rows and rows of tables and chairs, most of which were toppled over, hinting at the actions of the building's previous inhabitants. The ceiling lights hung low, similar to the lobby. The paint, shabby pillars and everything else looked pretty normal. And by normal, Dean meant unappealing in its most derogative form.
He walked up and down the hall cautiously, making out a detailed path in his head before making his next step. What made him raise his gaurds, however, were the windows that lead to the outside. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.
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HollywoodMole said
My character is not female...
Oh crap, my bad. I'll go edit it.
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While Chad explained the situation at hand in an effort to ease the rising suspicion, Dean nestled himself against the wall and kept an eye on the group. He wasn't having any of it, just to be safe. This was just a fucked up place in general and being inside where thousands of carcasses had fallen just made his skin crawl. Period.
He figured he'd just have to stick with the group in order to keep himself from losing it. After all, even if he were to walk out now- where the hell would he go? Trek on home? Ha.
Scanning the room they were in, it was no doubt in as bad a shape as the last one they were in. It reeked of age and must.
After Chad was done, John seemed to lighten up- oh how Dean wished that could've worked for him as well.
Their eyes were pinned on a map of the hospital, seemingly tracing a possible way to the cafeteria.
Oh, god. Dean groaned as John finally agreed to Chad's shenanigans.
"Let's get this party started, shall we?" Dean rubbed his temples as he said that. He figured he'd have to follow along if he wanted to make it out of this alive and sane.
Dean himself wasn't sure if that was the right choice, he contemplated as he stood by John's side.
"You call this a party? We're in a place were multiple people have died, a party is a little disrespectful? I only came because I had nothing to do, but, a party?!" Chel barked.
Dean was surprised that finally someone had decided to speak up. He grinned as he anticipated the rest of their reactions. "He's right, guys. This place is in no way a workable condition for a goddamn party." Dean finished off.
He figured he'd just have to stick with the group in order to keep himself from losing it. After all, even if he were to walk out now- where the hell would he go? Trek on home? Ha.
Scanning the room they were in, it was no doubt in as bad a shape as the last one they were in. It reeked of age and must.
After Chad was done, John seemed to lighten up- oh how Dean wished that could've worked for him as well.
Their eyes were pinned on a map of the hospital, seemingly tracing a possible way to the cafeteria.
Oh, god. Dean groaned as John finally agreed to Chad's shenanigans.
"Let's get this party started, shall we?" Dean rubbed his temples as he said that. He figured he'd have to follow along if he wanted to make it out of this alive and sane.
Dean himself wasn't sure if that was the right choice, he contemplated as he stood by John's side.
"You call this a party? We're in a place were multiple people have died, a party is a little disrespectful? I only came because I had nothing to do, but, a party?!" Chel barked.
Dean was surprised that finally someone had decided to speak up. He grinned as he anticipated the rest of their reactions. "He's right, guys. This place is in no way a workable condition for a goddamn party." Dean finished off.
Ryu said
He can run.
inb4 Masaru ends up at the creepy corridor Alois and Conner were at.
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