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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by Orion Smith on Mar 20, 2016 2:21:59 GMT -5
((Orion's statistics: STR: 50 DEX: 50 CON: 50 INT: 75 WIS: 75))
Orion was aware of the fear. He wasn't oblivious: He was actually a fairly perceptive individual. He just didn't give a fuck about it, and ignored it. If Orion's mindscape was comparable to real life, Orion would be flipping off the sensation known as 'fear' with an absolutely neutral expression adorning his face. He would however address Bel once he was done messing with one of the guys from back at the alley.
"Oi, Bel. Try to not self-mutilate yourself in possibly hostile territory. Never know when you might need that blood."
As the group advanced towards their place of temporary residence, Orion took note of the oddness. Rustling plants with no wind? DARKNESS WITH A SENSATION OF BEING DRAWN TO THE FOREST?
... Eh, par for the course, really. Orion figured someone was just trying too hard, to be honest. He hung out with honest to god empaths and telepaths: he can ignore little suggestion bullshit like this in his sleep. Which was a good thing for him, because, you know, he had to sleep at some point.
Then the door opened, and a sweet old lady with some little kid addressed as "Red" ushered them into the house and got them set up in their rooms... With absolutely no fuss from anyone it seemed like. Ira was assigned a room to herself (Orion would normally be jealous, but what with all the blatant horror movie setup, he found it hard to be. And, you know, the whole "I CANNOT give a fuck about anything" thing), while all the guys were assigned another. Thankfully, there was plenty of room for all of them. After briefly mentioning wolves (seriously? Anyone here would just suplex the goddamn wolf and roast it for supper, fuck wolves, humans ruled the earth for a reason (and Orion was carrying a 4ft. piece of iron in his bag, introducing that to animal skulls tends to solve problems)), and helping the boys get set up, the nice old lady left.
And then the noises start, along with the lights going out.
Of course, after hearing the assault on the walls, one "brave" soul stood up and volunteered to A. question the manager and B. check on Ira. Orion mentally dubbed him "Stooge #1", and rummaged around in his "gear" bag, having dropped his "essentials" bag on the floor. From his gear bag, he took out an electric lantern and clicked it on, carefully setting it down at his feet to provide light for everyone. His left hand withdrew a can of hairspray with a strike-anywhere match duct-taped to it, the head of the match directly in front of the nozzle. Orion's right thumb rested gently on the match.
"Oooor.... We go with plan B. Which is, you know, much less likely to get us jumped by random supernatural monsters or wolves. Though the sounds were too heavy for a normal wolf, which means we might be stuck with dire wolves." Orion said all of this with a completely straight face. "No one leaves the damn room, if we're forced to leave we move in groups of at least 2, preferably 3 as there are 9 of us, and finally, we all be prepared to fight for our lives. No one here has normal lives, bad shit is going to happen soon, get ready for it. Bel, no more self-mutilation, and if you try to go somewhere by yourself I will personally break your kneecaps once we're done here, I'd much prefer keep the guy with the sharp weapon nearby to gut anything that tries something retarded. Oh, and one more thing, why, the hell, would we leave the room to check on Ira? We have voices." Orion paused for a moment, and then raised his voice as loudly as he could.
"Ira, if you're not dead, feel free to scream in panic or do something very loud so we know you're still kicking!"
Of course, Orion had multiple reasons to yell out, only one of which was checking on Ira, a possible ally. The main one was to see if he couldn't get the attention of whatever was making the noise. If it broke in and came after him, or anyone really, awesome, because he would just light the match, set the damn thing on fire with his ghetto flamethrower, trip it in the panic of being set aflame, and then stomp on it's neck part until it stops moving.
Because Orion's life was a shounen anime. He's aware of this. He has the coloration of this. This does not mean he has to be an absolute moron when it comes to self-preservation. He was well-equipped to solve a good majority of possible problems that may arise.
... DO NOT FUCK WITH A MAN WHO HAS SURVIVED FALLOUT, HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 20, 2016 3:34:46 GMT -5
If there wasn't a guarantee that this trip was fucked when Kevin took in the landscape, it became painfully clear when Kevin was greeted by the blonde bastard that he mixed it up with in an alley. The voice didn't initially register in his memory until he turned around to see where it came from. When he did, Bel was treated to the face of a person who may as well have seen Hitler roaming the streets, unharmed and unpunished. The obvious shock in Kevin's features turned to that of outright vitriol, boring holes into Bel's face as deep as he could possibly jam his fists. There was a moment where Kevin almost turned that corner and became violent, just on the sheer memory of what that vile motherfucker did...but then the front door to the inn cracked open and Kevin found little room for personal issues in front of an old woman and her child.
This wasn't over, though.
Kevin took note that the punk motherfucker who gave Bel the assist that night was in attendance---because it only made sense for him to learn that these were his FUCKING CLASSMATES---as the elderly woman got everyone situated. He caught a short glimpse of the lone lady in all of this, not bringing himself to look more than necessary before he turned his attention down to the floor and followed the other boys in their room. He straightened out his mat and laid there, contemplating on how much it may have sucked to go on this field trip and end up by herself, that girl...then again, she had her own space. Hazel eyes found Bel in the room and he also had to count that she was probably safer where she was. Kevin was on that mat for quite a time, resting but unable to find sleep; he didn't feel safe enough.
The resounding bang against the wall from outside did nothing to ease that feeling, either. Long legs coiled up as Kevin's entire body jumped in reaction. There was a pause before another loud rap against the outside of their rooms was heard. "Yo, yo, yo, what the fuck is that shit!?" Sure, the wall wasn't budging, but Kevin didn't feel elated about the door being chained shut. "This shit comes through here, ain't many places to run..." There was part of him that said such with a sense of worry. Another part of him spoke it as affirmation. Whatever was fucking with them must not have realized there was a room full of nine teenage males, chocked full of fucked up attitudes, testosterone and a real ability to maim and kill. The only problem was, there were nine guys and one girl who was stuck by herself. Anthony made a good point, one that Kevin could agree on. Then Orion just had to make sense, putting Kevin at odds with himself---the girl wasn't anyone that he knew, though he could have swore he saw her somewhere else. Nonetheless, Kevin felt the two had an idea.
"Look, bruh. We can't leave nobody sittin' alone if some shit goes down," Kevin began as he looked towards the door. "Not just 'cause she's by herself, but that's one more body here in case shit goes fo---" Kevin was stopped by the setup that Orion had with the hair spray. "...in case shit goes foul. I'm with Anthony, but we should go in there nine-deep. Whatever is bangin' out there..." Kevin eyed every last guy in the room.
"...Ain't bangin' as hard as us. Let's find that lady and make sure that girl's a'ight."
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Mar 20, 2016 12:25:48 GMT -5
As soon as they were ushered off the bus and toward the creepy old in, Xaier began to feel a little uneasy, but wouldn't make any comment of it. He figured it was just his mind playing games, or that he was overthinking things. Once they were greeted inside, Xaier would cautiously scope the inside of the building out, from layouts to fixtures.
When they were split up and brought to the rooms in which they would stay, things immediantly began to happen that made that uneasy feeling grow in the pit of his stomach. The racket outside was being caused by something and part of Xaier really didn't feel like finding out what it was.
The emerald eyed boy would remove his sun-glasses (Because who doesn't wear sun-glasses at night?) And hang them on the collar of his shirt. He would then begin to look around the room for anything out of the ordinary, before moving toward the window and cautiously glancing outside.
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Post by Lexington on Mar 20, 2016 13:29:21 GMT -5
Lexington stood behind most of the group, he still never got the chance to finish memorizing everyone's face. So he took the time to pick out a couple new faces and commit them to memory. Once again, he towered over most. Letting out a slight yawn, Lexington stretched his arms and then followed the group towards the house. He took note that Ira was the only female within the group. He wanted to make it a point to congratulate her on becoming the first pillar, they hadn't really gotten the chance to talk much ever since she got her position. Lexington was the last into the house and he paid no attention to the little girl that was behind the old woman, so he won't know about her if she turns out to be a killer. He focused on the inside of the house and couldn't really take interest in it. He didn't remember the guidelines for this field trip neither. Was it a camp out he signed up for? He couldn't remember, so he took a few steps towards Ira and was about to tap on her shoulder, but then the old lady began ushering the gender's to their rooms, so Ira began walking away the moment Lexington was about to get her attention, awkward. So, Lexington followed Ira to her room, besides it was only like 7:45pm and high school students don't pass out till like one in the morning. As he entered behind the grandma, Lexington stood off to the side of the room door and watched Ira practically go possum. She laid down on the ground face first and kind of just slinked about. " Are you on drugs?" Lexington asked. " Lemme guess... Shrooms?" Mushrooms would fit the nature setting, although Ira didn't seem like the psychedelic type. " Why ya bein such a debbie downer Ira, you signed up for a field trip and now your possuming out on me. Cmon get PUMPED!!" Lexington said as he slammed both of his hands against the wall and smiled at Ira. The thumping noise wasn't bothering Lexington at all, he had a sense of self-confidence that he's built up over the past year at this school. He figures he can take on most of whats thrown at him. Tag: Ira Defaire
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Post by Ozzie on Mar 20, 2016 21:51:39 GMT -5
STR: 40 DEX: 70 CON: 80 WIS: 40 INT: 70
The guy Ozzie bumped into was named Anthony and sounded like the most sincere, proper person you could ever hope to meet. Ozzie grinned. Beautiful, he thought, couldn't ask for a more willing potential sucker. But before any extra pleasantries could be exchanged, before Ozzie could even offer his name, the whole group was ushered inside the house, greeted by none other than the witch from Snow White. Ozzie cocked an eyebrow at the whole scene, especially curious about the little girl, but paying her no more attention than any of the others.
After being led into the boys' room, the slim blonde twirled slowly on his heel, looking around. Central European aesthetic outside, forgotten Zen temple inside. The hell did I sign up for? he thought. He dropped his pack on the ground and took a seat against a wall, pulling out a stick of jerky and nonchalantly taking a few bites. Unfortunately, it was the same wall that began thump-thump-thumping a moment later. Stopping mid-chew, Ozzie's eyes glanced behind him, feeling the vibrations reverberate through the wall and into him. It didn't feel...natural. He was about to get up and move when the lights went out and everything went nearly pitch black, save for the dimmest glimmer of the night sky coming through the window.
Ozzie could hear the voices of the other boys. Some confident beyond measure, others more cautious. Most talking of trying to get out. Ozzie had heard the chains being placed on the door and could see the shadow of the chains on the windows. They were meant to stay inside. With no flashlight or anything of substance for light, Ozzie pulled out his cellphone. Reception was nonexistent but the dim glow of the screen let him see the...eeriness of the situation. Holding the phone in one hand, Ozzie reached beyond his waistband and pulled out his multi-tool, ready to swing open the blade. He'd been in enough tense situations to know something was about to go down.
He said aloud, "Whole lot of heroic speeches going on, considering we've got jack shit to work with. What do y'all plan to do, talk the chains off the door? Ozzie wasn't a coward but he knew when the odds weren't good. Better to wait and see what cards were soon dealt than go all in the first round...
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Post by Shoji Wakeshima on Mar 21, 2016 4:35:25 GMT -5
{ Stats: STR: 70 (72) DEX: 40 CON: 40 WIS: 70 INT: 80 (83) }
With his sense of awareness, Shoji immediately caught on to the rustling of leaves, swaying of trees, and sudden drop of temperature yet complete lack of wind. It was a peculiar thing, something that could not go unnoticed by the observant creature, whose eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed out into the forest. A twist in his gut, the hairs on his arms and spine raising, an overall uneasiness coursing through him as his core felt lured to the forest's depths... was this fear?
There was something, dare he wonder, supernatural about this forest, and he was immediately intrigued. He was not one to feel fear, being who, what, he was, not truly, not genuine fear, and yet... Shoji suppressed his tempting grin. He hadn't the slightest idea as to what was going on, but perhaps that rambling from the revolting old driver had something to it. Perhaps there was something more to this place, to this forest, that there could be something more. At the thought, the man shuddered, but not in fear. Not this time. Oh no. Excitement bubbled up within his core and his crimson hues glimmered. How... delightful.
But all of this was not apparent upon his features. No, his gaze slid back to Ira and the man smiled pleasantly, sympathetically as she gripped his hand. He held her, gently tightening the grip, and his thumb soothingly slid over the back of her hand as she huddled closer. Leaning down a tad, Shoji remarked, "Even if it isn't, we have each other, no?"
Whether she took that as the entire group or the two of them, he would allow her to make the assumption. In truth, it was a bit of both. But he could hardly deny the pleasure of not only a beautiful young woman in his presence, but one so close. The only one, in fact.
This was going to be an entertaining night...
As they walked(rushed) forward and made their way inside (because Shoji kept up that pace lol), the Japanese man would whisper an introduction, "Shoji Wakeshima, by the way. It is an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Albeit a short one. Shoji visibly frowned at the older woman motioning to the separate rooms. Already? And just as he was getting to talking to the only lovely lady in the establishment. He would have followed the lone Ira into the room, but was wary about others growing suspicious, even if his intentions were not entirely improper. She was alone, after all, and in such an odd place. But he couldn't risk it. Yet as he said with a soft smile a quick goodbye and see you shortly to the girl and headed into the boy's room and caught the especially tall student following her into the room, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Bastard.
And it should be noted that, while an observant character, the man's libido prevented him from fully catchy the fairytale aspects of the whole situation, only vaguely hearing about wolves and catching some red with a... was that a little girl? Who even gave a shit when such a hottie was so close to him?
While not necessarily opposed to men, all of the testosterone cramped in a single room lowered Shoji's mood somewhat, and he dropped his bag on one of the mats. The lids of his eyes were drooped in boredom, the corner of his lip twitching. There was mild interest at the old woman quite literally chaining the front door, but not enough to lift his spirits after that letdown goddamn cockblock wtf woman. Of course, that would all change as the what-the-fuck-supernatural factor sprang to life once again.
The glint in his eyes returned at the banging against the wall and he couldn't help but suppress the swift twitch of a grin. Now what was this? The walls remained motionless despite the commotion and the lights flickered off... oh, yes. Shoji had watched enough horror flicks to know that this was rightly supernatural and eerily fantastic. Only drawn in by the very real threat of danger closing in, the man watched quietly as the various men threw in their bits, not dread upon his features, only a shimmer of fascination. As they did that, Shoji's mind instantly went to Ira and how this was the perfect opportunity to reunite, although their plans seemed...- he nearly scoffed.
Reaching into his large bag, Shoji removed his katana and walked over to the paper-thin, Japanese-style wall separating the rooms. With a few swift movements, the man sliced through the wall and stepped inside, not bothering to say a word to any of the others. No, he didn't give any particular shits about them. He was already a confident man; Shoji hardly needed to give some sort of snarky or witty response. Instead, he moved to Ira and extended a hand. Only giving a small, soft smile, the man uttered with a soothing lightness to his deep voice, "I said it would be shortly. Hah. Are you okay? Here. Take my hand. I'll help you up~"
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Post by Jack Griffin on Mar 22, 2016 1:24:38 GMT -5
It was at that moment that everyone in the room would hear a low, rumbling growl. ***
Jack, having run ahead of the others, had been the first to reach the house first in, first everything. He didn't know many of the others (other than a passing encounter with Orion and a few rather... tense meetings with Ira), and still felt sleepy as hell. He'd just been moved all the way from New York to San Francisco, and had yet to fully adjust to the difference in timezones. Wolves, creepy old ladies, yeah whatever blah blah blah he just wanted to get some freaking rest, dammit! Strangely, though, the forest seemed both scary, and somehow alluring at once. As he set his bags down and got ready for the night, Jack couldn't help but glance out the window every now and then, wondering what might be lurking out there. Wolves were one thing, but he knew they weren't likely to attack humans. Even if they did, Jack could run as fast as a cheetah, easily enough to escape them. So what was it that was making him feel so strange? The thought ate away at the corners of his mind as he lay down, falling asleep almost instantly. That lasted all of five minutes, until someone decided to use the wall to practice their bongo-playing skills. The sound forced its way into his dreams, irritating his subconscious until it finally gave in and snapped his eyes open, throwing Jack angrily back into reality. Blearily, he glanced around at the other boys, who were all suggesting plans and trying to figure out ways to escape. Jack tried to speak up, to voice his opinion- they should just stay right where they were, and then ambush whoever or whatever tried to come in by pouncing on them all at once -but found that he couldn't. His tongue felt heavy, and his teeth ached. His body felt odd as well almost as if it were stronger, faster, tougher, hairier... and changing more and more by the moment. Groaning softly, Jack curled up into a ball as his thoughts began to dissipate, scattering across his mind by a growing instinct now taking over his senses. The others... he could smell them. It was at this point that he growled. *** STR: 100 | DEX: 100 | CON: 50 | WIS: 40 | INT: 5
Jack stood up, back to the wall, and it quickly became clear that this was not entirely Jack anymore.
Most of his arms, shoulders and back were covered in a thick layer of grey hair, which seemed to have sprouted from his skin within the space of a mere minute. His own hair had darkened as well, and grown longer, now drooping down over dark eyes that now stared outwards, fierce and hungry. His teeth, exposed in a vicious snarl, had grown longer and more pointed, as had his fingernails. It would have made for an utterly ferocious appearance, had his soft, light blue pajamas not remained entirely intact.
Incongruous clothing or not, however, it was clear that Jack was not his usual self. As if to confirm this, he barked loudly, before settling back into a growl as his eyes roved over the boys, watching them carefully. The beast was frightened, tense, constantly watching for any possible threat.
But it was not the boys who had it so spooked. It could smell something, from just outside...
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Post by Lang Lang-chan on Mar 22, 2016 9:58:45 GMT -5
when you start liking pain things start to get interesting Belphegor failed to pay attention to anyone's presence or words as he made his way into the building, his mind solely focused on the pain resonating from his forearms and the windless rustling of the environment. It was eerie, almost demonic, akin to something out of the books he wrongly preached and held firm to. The mere thought he could be living a legitimate experience out of them was exciting, and it was enough to make his skin crawl with desire. He wanted tonight to end painfully, not just for him but for everyone there.
'lo and behold, as the night progressed, it turned out his wish would not be so far-fetched. As the banging continued and the lights went out, a cackle escaped Belphegor's lips. "Let it come, whatever it is," he grinned. In here, they were trapped like animals for whatever was coming, and he wanted nothing to ruin it. Not Orion, and all his contraptions, not Anthony and his plotting, and most assuredly, not Shoji, and his plotting to cut through the walls.
In a flash, Belphegor was behind Shoji, placing his arm under the armpit of whichever was cutting the wall, and wrapped it up and around the back of his neck, putting him into a lock. He would then pull the man backward, which would not be difficult even with inferior strength. Why? The positioning, of course.
"No no, my good man," he spoke into Shoji's ear with a grin. "You do that, we're not trapped. And I won't let you ruin my fun." | notes & tags 416words Str: 60 Dex: 85 Con: 60 Wis: 85 Int: 10
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Post by Rire-chan on Mar 22, 2016 10:12:52 GMT -5
BE CAREFUL. THE THINGS YOU KNOW CAN RAISE HELL. ❝ As Lexington went with Ira, there would be another ominous howl in the environment. Bel, however, like the dick he was, decided to destroy Shoji's chances of looking like a handsome dark prince and dragged him back like an ungracious mofo. He needs Jesus.
Orion will feel more shivers as his pants randomly vanished, along with the rest of the clothes he brought along with him, and wasn't wearing, revealing him sporting a set of frilly pink boxers, laced with hearts that said "Ori luv mommy.". His dignity was slowly crumbling in bits around him because he decided to test the greatest master of all time--Missus GM. love you too.
Behind the guys, Jack was undergoing his transformation, the process quickened through terror. The growl was real, and if anyone turned to look at him, they would learn to fear; for fear was a cloak, wrapped tightly around Jack's shoulder. He was an utterly terrifying beast, with sharp canine teeth that gleamed in the dark, and fierce eyes, set against the entire world. The Jack they once knew, and might have befriended and once cared for, was now beyond their control. He turned into something that none of them would ever approach, out of the terror that he might rip out their hearts.
He turned into a chihuahua. However, before anyone could even have a chance to react, before Shoji promptly tried to rip off Bel's dick, with much aid from the GM since hE COULD'VE BROKEN THE WALL, before Lexington could express his amorous advances, before Orion could find his pants, before Kevin decided that life as a chicken farmer was a good life, before Ozzie would feel the urge to protect his pants, before Anthony decided to trim his shiny, and smooth long hair, before Ira could dick-punch a poor male and before Bel could protect his precious ding dong, a loud, female scream resonated in the house.
"GRANDMA, GRANDMA!" A terrified scream rocked the mossy house once more, as every door flung itself open, while the chains crashed onto the floor. Everyone would see the tiny, young Red, running after her beloved grandmother; a mere corpse in the wolf's mouth. The winds howled loudly as they whipped through the house, determined to find everything and anything that they may blow away. The air was fierce and murderous; while Red fell over and scrambled upwards in attempt to chase after her grandmother.
However, the wolf vanished.
All that's left was a set of paw-prints, leading to the house.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Mar 22, 2016 10:33:53 GMT -5
Xaier had been paying little attention to the other students he had been brought in with. But he glanced over his shoulder to check the room pout again before the scream echoed through the Inn. The chains dropped, the door flung open wide and the winds blew through the building rapidly. What the hell is going on!?
Xaier wouldn't wait long, he would begin to move against the wind and make his way out of the room they had been stuck in. "Hold on kid! I'm coming to help!" The ivory haired boy shouted as he looked to make his way out of the house. So long as he made it that far, those eyes would settle upon the tracks on the ground. At which point, his pace would slow and he would carefully begin to back track this.. creature.
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Post by Antonio Neto on Mar 22, 2016 15:35:25 GMT -5
Huh, now that escalated quickly. One of the boys had questioned his plan, suggesting to form 3 groups with 3 members. Sure, that was acceptable, better than his own idea, actually. Then, Kevin started boosting the morale. The boy he bumped into before entering the house questioned both plans. One of the boys was nowhere to be found. Another one took a freaking KATANA from his bag and tried to cut through the wall, thankfully, yet another boy stopped him. Finally, someone transformed into a chihuaha. At that moment, Anthony realized it. The night was just beggining, and the shit had already hit the fan. Should he mention that the boy who first questioned him had his clothes suddenly vanish? Or that one of them had just left, following the small girl they saw with the innkeeper? Oh yes, the innkeeper. The now dead innkeeper. Like hell he would stay there, waiting to become the next victim. Turning to the almost naked student, Anthony grabbed his bags and took some clothes out of it. He offered them to the boy, who was just a little bit taller than him. Sadly, fashion wasn't one of his strengths. "Here, it's freezing, and we both know this gonna be a looooooong night." The freshman said, emphazising the duration of the adventure. "So, there's seven of us here, miss Defaire is at the female bedrooms, and there's two of us missing. I believe we should first try to regroup. Then, we look for the little girl. And, finally, we get the fuck out of here." Anthony said, swearing. He didn't usually swear, but when he did, he made sure to fill the entire sentence with drama. "Now, my fellow gentlemen, Let's do this shit." Anthony said, turning to the now open door. Clothes he gave to Orion:
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 22, 2016 18:37:43 GMT -5
Why did everything just go batshit muthafuckin' crazy all at once?
Random katanas drawn, Bel's masochism, chihuahuas, anarchy, madness and the doors burst open with a gale-force wind as if God sought to blow them all away for their collective wickedness. Kevin gazed upon the chains falling from the door on their own, astounded at the events unfurling in front of them all. The old lady who tended to them appeared to have been attacked and dragged off, surely as a feast for the wolves that came.
Shit.
Shit.
SHIT!
Kevin's heart threatened to burst from his chest---it was almost too much for him. Almost. "Anthony," Kevin called to his only friend in the room, hopefully distracting him from his offering of some...interesting attire. "Watch the girl, keep 'er safe!" With that, Kevin steeled himself, grabbed the chain from the floor and braved out into the open. He recognized someone with the same idea as the asshole that beat him. Xaier. Personal issues aside, there was a bigger problem. Unfortunately, Kevin didn't know if they were going to have the luxury of a rematch if this night got any worse. But somebody had to at least try and get that poor old lady back. With chain in hand, he followed Xaier's lead. "Yo, wait up!"
If you're gonna be stupid, be stupid with a partner.
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Post by Lang Lang-chan on Mar 23, 2016 22:00:14 GMT -5
when you start liking pain things start to get interesting Belphegor stopped Shoji as planned, but nothing else went according to his thought process. He assumed there would be so much more happening at the time, but really, there was very little that met his expectations. This saddened him, and it was particularly disappointing when the chains fell to the floor and the doors opened. Whatever was happening here, it appeared scripted, and so long as Belphegor remained standing back here just waiting for things to happen, he would not be able to hurt, or be hurt. So, there was hardly a choice to make.
Dashing out of the room faster than Kevin but slower than Xaier, Belphegor too would follow after the girl. His eyes would be trained on the environment, searching for any clues that might give way to whatever their purpose here was. The find the girl, they become targets, and that was what Belphegor was waiting for. So he just needed to make sure it happened.
"This is getting interesting," he muttered to himself with a grin, and followed behind Xaier eagerly. | notes & tags ###words Str: 60 Dex: 85 Con: 60 Wis: 85 Int: 10 |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 23, 2016 23:23:11 GMT -5
| i've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar Ira didn't know what was going on.
To be fair, she didn't know what was going on ever since she stepped off the forsaken bus driven by the vulgar old man she wanted to eviscerate. However, she went along with the situation, presumably promising herself that she would adapt to the oddness of the field trip. Unfortunately for her, while she laid on the floor, she knew that was impossible.
She vaguely heard Lexington behind her, but the only response she gave was a slight jerk of her head to show that she's actually alive. Aside from that, she scrambled back as the howls, as the slamming sounds appeared, each more ominous than the last.
She looked up quite calmly to see the doors fly open, utterly unaware that her expression resembled that of a constipated rabbit that was on the verge of having a seizure. Allowing anyone to run towards Red, Ira herself walked out of the house and left rather ungraciously to the others' previous good intents. She circled the house slowly, seeking for a path that someone could enter.
One thing was apparent--this house wasn't safe, and she was panicking way too much to sort through the thoughts in her head. Pacing about in her miniscule body frame, she scowled and swallowed, before heading to the wall that something slammed against on the outside.
"I wish I'm a fish." She muttered to herself. "Fishes don't have to put up with this bullshit." | i never lit a match with intent to start a fire |
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Post by Lexington on Mar 23, 2016 23:49:24 GMT -5
Lexington could heard the rest of guys talking over what they would do. It sounded like some of them thought that Ira was already a damsel in distress. Lexington leaned against the wall, luckily Belphegor prevented Shoji from hacking out the wall on the other side or else Lexington would have easily fallen through. Winds began to kick up outside harshly, even to the point where it intruded into the house, but Lexington didn't really need to brace himself seeing as how he was already as wide as door. Ira finally took up, but she was still clearly in a state of hardheartedness. So, Lexington decided to let her do her own thing. The Pillar took off and explored the house for a while. Searching for the kitchen, bathroom and any emergency supplies like a first aid kit. Since Lexington hadn't paid much attention to the little girl Red, he didn't show much interest in her shrieks of terror. Honestly, he figured the rest of the group would be on their way to solve the problem. Besides, Lexington signed up for a field trip to camp out in the woods and that is what he planned to do. Outside the window in the room Lexington was in, he could see Ira outside, searching for something. "Waht's she up too..." He said.
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