You had been hearing the strange chanting upstairs for some time, but paid no particular attention to it. Tonight was football night, after all, and after 3 Budweisers you didn't particularly care what your weird upstairs neighbors were up to as long as it didn't interfere with the game.
In the 4th quarter, your team's quarterback throws a long bomb deep into the backfield and it looks to be a surefire winning touchdown if the defending safety can't intercept. The ball soars through the air and you lean forward in anticipation.... just as the power in your apartment building cuts out abruptly. In that instant, the murmuring upstairs goes silent and you hear what sounds like a woman's scream abruptly cut off... and the sound of something heavy slumping to the floor above.
The building remains eerily quiet afterwards. You are alone in the darkness. What do you do?
Okay, even though I'm not applying, this thread confuses me...what exactly are you asking for?
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Okay, even though I'm not applying, this thread confuses me...what exactly are you asking for?
Looking for people interested in a game that follows the style of the original post, and using an "in-character" response scheme to screen for the types of players that I would want to have in the game. Yes, I'm picky. :)
It'll be based on the World of Darkness ruleset, but I'm changing a few things to suit a particular sub-genre. I don't want to give anything more away (since mystery is going to be a big part of the game), but I'm looking for people who are willing to play ordinary humans in an extraordinary world.
okay, fair enough, have fun, I will be watching this recruitment thread, it may turn out quite entertaining and unique.
You had been hearing the strange chanting upstairs for some time, but paid no particular attention to it. Tonight was football night, after all, and after 3 Budweisers you didn't particularly care what your weird upstairs neighbors were up to as long as it didn't interfere with the game.
In the 4th quarter, your team's quarterback throws a long bomb deep into the backfield and it looks to be a surefire winning touchdown if the defending safety can't intercept. The ball soars through the air and you lean forward in anticipation.... just as the power in your apartment building cuts out abruptly. In that instant, the murmuring upstairs goes silent and you hear what sounds like a woman's scream abruptly cut off... and the sound of something heavy slumping to the floor above.
The building remains eerily quiet afterwards. You are alone in the darkness. What do you do?
Fumbling in my pocket for a lighter, I flick it. The glow of the flame barely illuminates the room, I look around at the scared faces and say "don't worry guys, its probably just the circuit breaker, I'll be right back." I look around to see where I kept the flashlight, and hope the batteries work, cause this lighter is getting HOT.
Fumbling in my pocket for a lighter, I flick it. The glow of the flame barely illuminates the room, I look around at the scared faces and say "don't worry guys, its probably just the circuit breaker, I'll be right back." I look around to see where I kept the flashlight, and hope the batteries work, cause this lighter is getting HOT.
The flashlight is right where you left it beneath the kitchen sink. A flick of the switch confirms the batteries still live as a beam of light illuminates your living room and your guests. The circuit breakers are outside your apartment, just next to the stairwell. You head out to discover that you are apparently the only one on your floor who is feeling brave. The other apartment doors remain closed, though you can still hear some footsteps on the floor above.
FYI each "applicant" is an entirely separate scenario, you are not together as a group. You are each the "star" of your own instance.
Fumbling in my pocket for a lighter, I flick it. The glow of the flame barely illuminates the room, I look around at the scared faces and say "don't worry guys, its probably just the circuit breaker, I'll be right back." I look around to see where I kept the flashlight, and hope the batteries work, cause this lighter is getting HOT.The flashlight is right where you left it beneath the kitchen sink. A flick of the switch confirms the batteries still live as a beam of light illuminates your living room and your guests. The circuit breakers are outside your apartment, just next to the stairwell. You head out to discover that you are apparently the only one on your floor who is feeling brave. The other apartment doors remain closed, though you can still hear some footsteps on the floor above.
Does my cell phone function, because if it does, I'll call 911 for the disturbance on the floor above me. Either way, I'm going to the basement to check the circuit breakers.
Does my cell phone function, because if it does, I'll call 911 for the disturbance on the floor above me. Either way, I'm going to the basement to check the circuit breakers.
You cell phone lights up when you open it, but upon dialing the number, you hear only a high-pitched whine followed by static on the line. You are uncertain if you call was completed, but you certainly cannot hear an operator on the other end. You head down the hallway to the central stairwell, finding the fuse box mounted there in a recessed panel on the wall. As you open the box to inspect the breakers, you hear quickened footsteps upstairs, followed by the sound of a window shattering. Something... or someONE... just went out a 10th-story window.
Does my cell phone function, because if it does, I'll call 911 for the disturbance on the floor above me. Either way, I'm going to the basement to check the circuit breakers.You cell phone lights up when you open it, but upon dialing the number, you hear only a high-pitched whine followed by static on the line. You are uncertain if you call was completed, but you certainly cannot hear an operator on the other end. You head down the hallway to the central stairwell, finding the fuse box mounted there in a recessed panel on the wall. As you open the box to inspect the breakers, you hear quickened footsteps upstairs, followed by the sound of a window shattering. Something... or someONE... just went out a 10th-story window.
Is there a window nearby? I'm going to ignore the circuit breaker, depending on what I see.
Never mind me, just tracking bear scat.
I was working out in the basement gym listening to some Sun Ra when the power went. Well the landlord calls it a gym, I think it used to be some kind of storage space.
In any case it is now pitch dark and suddenly silent.
"Great. I told the man the wiring was c$%&, but did he listen? NOoooo, and now I am talking to myself in the dark. Joy."
I begin to make my way cautiously towards the exit. Noting that the "EXIT" sign has failed to light.
Is there a window nearby? I'm going to ignore the circuit breaker, depending on what I see.
You rush to the nearest window and look out, but all you see is the vast city of Chicago spread out before you in a myriad of lights. The power outage seems to be localized to your building and a few of the surrounding ones. The rest of the city appears as it always has.
I begin to make my way cautiously towards the exit. Noting that the "EXIT" sign has failed to light.
As you grope around in the dark, nearly tripping over a workout bench, you feel the presence of... something in the room with you. A cool breeze passes by your feet and in the gloom you make out the faint outline of the basement door slowly creaking open. It lets in a small amount of light from the first-story windows, but you are certain you latched it when you came in. It opens only a scant couple of inches, then stops.
Damn...another frat party upstairs.. Greg thinks to himself.
Them guys get weirder and wierder by the minute. He ignores the TV for a bit trying to listen to the rhythmic noise from above. After moving to the city to attend college on a track scholarship, life had been interesting for this country bumpkin track star from Nebraska.
Is that...Latin? He thinks, muting the TV to hear better.Greek, maybe? He tries to remember the lessons his grandfather had given him, the odd languages and pictures he had him study and commit to memory, but had since faded. His grandfather was an odd one, and his mother seperated the two of them when he was a teen. I really miss that old cooky bastard. I'd bet he'd know wht the hell was going on up there... His thoughts sober as he remembered his grandfathers funeral, they had to ahve a closed casket becasue of the look of terror forver frozen on his face. All the scardy stuff must have finally driven him over the edge he thinks, as he recalls a heart attack being blamed for his 65 year old grandfather's death. He looks back to the TV to see the winning plan in action, and unmutes the TV Damn! what'd I miss... then, just as the catch is about to be made...his apartment is bathed in darkness, and the chanting has stopped...sending the hairs on the back of his neck in a frenzy...
I begin to make my way cautiously towards the exit. Noting that the "EXIT" sign has failed to light.As you grope around in the dark, nearly tripping over a workout bench, you feel the presence of... something in the room with you. A cool breeze passes by your feet and in the gloom you make out the faint outline of the basement door slowly creaking open. It lets in a small amount of light from the first-story windows, but you are certain you latched it when you came in. It opens only a scant couple of inches, then stops.
"Hey, stay near that door. The lights have gone in here."
(thinking) First the lights and now the latch is gone. This place is a pit. I gotta get a better job."
Is there a window nearby? I'm going to ignore the circuit breaker, depending on what I see.You rush to the nearest window and look out, but all you see is the vast city of Chicago spread out before you in a myriad of lights. The power outage seems to be localized to your building and a few of the surrounding ones. The rest of the city appears as it always has.
I run back to the circuit breaker. I need to get the power back on. If I rush upstairs now, I begin to think that I REALLY won't like what I find, so having lights on is essential.
Are there any items I can scrounge around for that I could use as an improvised weapon? This whole thing with the screams and someone jumping out a window have me on edge.
Greg fumbles around in the dark, trying to make his way to the kitchen looking for emergency candles and matches...
I run back to the circuit breaker. I need to get the power back on. If I rush upstairs now, I begin to think that I REALLY won't like what I find, so having lights on is essential.
Are there any items I can scrounge around for that I could use as an improvised weapon? This whole thing with the screams and someone jumping out a window have me on edge.
The best weapon you immediately find is the one already at hand: your Maglite. Rushing back to the electrical panel, you open it up to see the breakers have indeed all blown... but more than blown, they've fused to the panel! You attempt to wrench one of the switches into position, but it is futile. One of your guests pokes his head out of your apartment and gives you a curious look but says nothing, simply gesturing in confused silence.
Across the hall, another tenant cracks her door open and peers out at you, the safety chain on her door still obviously latched as the opening emits soft light from the woman's candle. Her eyes are wide with panic and she closes the door again just as soon as you notice her.
"Hey, stay near that door. The lights have gone in here."
(thinking) First the lights and now the latch is gone. This place is a pit. I gotta get a better job."
There is no response to your command. You hear a few light footsteps in the hall outside at first. As you come nearer to the door, you can hear someone hyperventilating in the lounge at the end of the hall.
Greg fumbles around in the dark, trying to make his way to the kitchen looking for emergency candles and matches...
You find your emergency candles and strike a match. The first one is blown out by a sudden cool breeze that flows through the room and sends a chill down your spine. Striking another, you light the candle successfully and place it securely in the old clay candleholder that you made in grade school. A cursory inspection of your apartment reveals that none of your windows or doors are open, and it was still too early in the year for the air conditioning to have come on...
I run back to the circuit breaker. I need to get the power back on. If I rush upstairs now, I begin to think that I REALLY won't like what I find, so having lights on is essential.
Are there any items I can scrounge around for that I could use as an improvised weapon? This whole thing with the screams and someone jumping out a window have me on edge.
The best weapon you immediately find is the one already at hand: your Maglite. Rushing back to the electrical panel, you open it up to see the breakers have indeed all blown... but more than blown, they've fused to the panel! You attempt to wrench one of the switches into position, but it is futile. One of your guests pokes his head out of your apartment and gives you a curious look but says nothing, simply gesturing in confused silence.
Across the hall, another tenant cracks her door open and peers out at you, the safety chain on her door still obviously latched as the opening emits soft light from the woman's candle. Her eyes are wide with panic and she closes the door again just as soon as you notice her.
I say outloud "Hey man, fuses have fused, and the phones are all dead. I heard screams from upstairs, and it looks like someone jumped out the window. We need to go. NOW." I start looking around for a fire alarm, and if that doesn't work (as I suspect it won't), I start pounding on doors and get everyone to evacuate the building.
Greg fumbles around in the dark, trying to make his way to the kitchen looking for emergency candles and matches...You find your emergency candles and strike a match. The first one is blown out by a sudden cool breeze that flows through the room and sends a chill down your spine. Striking another, you light the candle successfully and place it securely in the old clay candleholder that you made in grade school. A cursory inspection of your apartment reveals that none of your windows or doors are open, and it was still too early in the year for the air conditioning to have come on...
"Wierd..." he says quietly.
"Well those guys have really stepped in it this time. Weird or no, they need to knock this crap off...they better not have hurt anyone..."He uses the light from his candle to make his way to the front door, heading upstairs to confront his unruly neighbors...
I say outloud "Hey man, fuses have fused, and the phones are all dead. I heard screams from upstairs, and it looks like someone jumped out the window. We need to go. NOW." I start looking around for a fire alarm, and if that doesn't work (as I suspect it won't), I start pounding on doors and get everyone to evacuate the building.
You bang on a couple of doors, but no one answers. Your shouts of warning are met in one case with a string of Slavic expletives, but still no one comes to the door. Your guests, under the direction of the friend you'd spoken to, make a hasty exit down the stairwell. As you approach a third apartment to knock, you become aware of the sounds of something being dragged upstairs... followed by a very faint woman's voice, raspy and choked.
"h...help..."
"Wierd..." he says quietly.
"Well those guys have really stepped in it this time. Weird or no, they need to knock this crap off...they better not have hurt anyone..."
He uses the light from his candle to make his way to the front door, heading upstairs to confront his unruly neighbors...
Wasting no time, you step out into the hallway and make your way to the stairs. Ascending to the floor above, you become keenly aware of the scent of strange incense. The hallway above is just as dark as your own, though a flickering orange glow limns the doorway of the apartment directly above your own.
What do you do?
Not remembering why he was watching Football in the first place Drakus rises from the Barcolounger and calmly heads to the bedroom. The family who he "borrowed" this space from is thorougly dominated either sleeping or catatonic in the bedroom.
"Wake up," Drakus firmly says to the oldest male. He is presumably the father but Drakus never botherd to verify the familial relationsips. "You are to go knock on the upstairs door and ask if everything is alright."
"Yes, sir." Drakus follows the man from a distance using level 5 Obfuscate. [occ] He was taught the discipline by a heroine addict malkavian as a result Drakus is essentially "addicted" to Obfuscate.[/occ]
The man does as ordered and no one answers the door. After a moment Drakus wispers, "knock louder than kick the door in." The man again does as ordered, but alas he is not strong enough to break the door. Drakus sigh's internally. "Kick it again," Drakus orders. This time as the man goes to kick the door Drakus uses Movement of the Mind to shatter the door frame in unison with the man's kicking movements.
The doorframe explodes open and the man loses his balance and falls over. Drakus thinks to himself, "Perhaps I put too much force behind it. Oh well."
As the door flies open and the man falls over, Drakus watches from his Obfuscated vantage down the hall. He sees...
I say outloud "Hey man, fuses have fused, and the phones are all dead. I heard screams from upstairs, and it looks like someone jumped out the window. We need to go. NOW." I start looking around for a fire alarm, and if that doesn't work (as I suspect it won't), I start pounding on doors and get everyone to evacuate the building.You bang on a couple of doors, but no one answers. Your shouts of warning are met in one case with a string of Slavic expletives, but still no one comes to the door. Your guests, under the direction of the friend you'd spoken to, make a hasty exit down the stairwell. As you approach a third apartment to knock, you become aware of the sounds of something being dragged upstairs... followed by a very faint woman's voice, raspy and choked.
"h...help..."
I run upstairs, maglite at the ready. I think I might have to use the basic first aid training I learned during my stint in the military. And maybe use the basics of hand-to-hand. I'm not great at either, but passable.
Also ready to tell her what a terrible neighbor she is, summoning horrible monstrosities and interrupting my football game. (not really, but seriously).
What do you do?
Not remembering why he was watching Football in the first place Drakus rises from the Barcolounger and calmly heads to the bedroom. The family who he "borrowed" this space from is thorougly dominated either sleeping or catatonic in the bedroom.
"Wake up," Drakus firmly says to the oldest male. He is presumably the father but Drakus never botherd to verify the familial relationsips. "You are to go knock on the upstairs door and ask if everything is alright."
"Yes, sir." Drakus follows the man from a distance using level 5 Obfuscate. [occ] He was taught the discipline by a heroine addict malkavian as a result Drakus is essentially "addicted" to Obfuscate.[/occ]
The man does as ordered and no one answers the door. After a moment Drakus wispers, "knock louder than kick the door in." The man again does as ordered, but alas he is not strong enough to break the door. Drakus sigh's internally. "Kick it again," Drakus orders. This time as the man goes to kick the door Drakus uses Movement of the Mind to shatter the door frame in unison with the man's kicking movements.
The doorframe explodes open and the man loses his balance and falls over. Drakus thinks to himself, "Perhaps I put too much force behind it. Oh well."As the door flies open and the man falls over, Drakus watches from his Obfuscated vantage down the hall. He sees...
Perhaps this isn't what you're looking for, but it's my only point of reference for WOD. After reading others post it appears as though you're looking for humans. lol. If so my apologies.
Perhaps this isn't what you're looking for, but it's my only point of reference for WOD. After reading others post it appears as though you're looking for humans. lol. If so my apologies.
Forgot to change my avatar.
Perhaps this isn't what you're looking for, but it's my only point of reference for WOD. After reading others post it appears as though you're looking for humans. lol. If so my apologies.What do you do?
Not remembering why he was watching Football in the first place Drakus rises from the Barcolounger and calmly heads to the bedroom. The family who he "borrowed" this space from is thorougly dominated either sleeping or catatonic in the bedroom.
"Wake up," Drakus firmly says to the oldest male. He is presumably the father but Drakus never botherd to verify the familial relationsips. "You are to go knock on the upstairs door and ask if everything is alright."
"Yes, sir." Drakus follows the man from a distance using level 5 Obfuscate. [occ] He was taught the discipline by a heroine addict malkavian as a result Drakus is essentially "addicted" to Obfuscate.[/occ]
The man does as ordered and no one answers the door. After a moment Drakus wispers, "knock louder than kick the door in." The man again does as ordered, but alas he is not strong enough to break the door. Drakus sigh's internally. "Kick it again," Drakus orders. This time as the man goes to kick the door Drakus uses Movement of the Mind to shatter the door frame in unison with the man's kicking movements.
The doorframe explodes open and the man loses his balance and falls over. Drakus thinks to himself, "Perhaps I put too much force behind it. Oh well."As the door flies open and the man falls over, Drakus watches from his Obfuscated vantage down the hall. He sees...
A vampire would be rather interesting, but unless we get augmented somehow, we wouldn't stand a chance against you lol.
Wasting no time, you step out into the hallway and make your way to the stairs. Ascending to the floor above, you become keenly aware of the scent of strange incense. The hallway above is just as dark as your own, though a flickering orange glow limns the doorway of the apartment directly above your own."Wierd..." he says quietly.
"Well those guys have really stepped in it this time. Weird or no, they need to knock this crap off...they better not have hurt anyone..."
He uses the light from his candle to make his way to the front door, heading upstairs to confront his unruly neighbors...
"oh..boy..."
He gathers his strength, then marches up to the door, and knocks loudly."Alright you jokers! Play time's over..."
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Perhaps this isn't what you're looking for, but it's my only point of reference for WOD. After reading others post it appears as though you're looking for humans. lol. If so my apologies.
Heh, yeah, this is recruitment for a humans-only campaign, but one with a slightly different spin on it. Suffice to say it's close enough to the real world that you should have no trouble playing in it, but it's different enough from the established World of Darkness that anything you think you "know" probably won't apply. :)
I run upstairs, maglite at the ready. I think I might have to use the basic first aid training I learned during my stint in the military. And maybe use the basics of hand-to-hand. I'm not great at either, but passable.
You race up the stairs, clutching your Maglite like a mace while trying still to depend upon its light. As you reach the next floor hallway, you find the doorway of the apartment above your own standing open, a young woman crawling out from it covered in blood. She seems badly injured and looks at you with terrified eyes. The orange glow of what must be a hundred candles issues forth from within, and the smell of a strange incense is in the air.
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You had been hearing the strange chanting upstairs for some time, but paid no particular attention to it. Tonight was football night, after all, and after 3 Budweisers you didn't particularly care what your weird upstairs neighbors were up to as long as it didn't interfere with the game.
In the 4th quarter, your team's quarterback throws a long bomb deep into the backfield and it looks to be a surefire winning touchdown if the defending safety can't intercept. The ball soars through the air and you lean forward in anticipation.... just as the power in your apartment building cuts out abruptly. In that instant, the murmuring upstairs goes silent and you hear what sounds like a woman's scream abruptly cut off... and the sound of something heavy slumping to the floor above.
The building remains eerily quiet afterwards. You are alone in the darkness. What do you do?
Azoun sat on the edge of his seat, come on baby don’t f*&^ this up!, it had been awhile since the Cowboys made it to the superbowl. Too many damn cry baby players. Looking up at the ceiling and hearing the noise, can I ever get respectable neighbors, he grabs up the remote turning the volume up.
‘There’s a long fly bomb, this could be it folks, if its caught that’s game and Dallas has another Superbowl under their belt!’
Then the lights go out…
“God D*&^it! Seriously WTF!” Reaching into his pocket and producing a lighter, he lights his cigarette and uses the flame as a light source to the kitchen for his maglite. “Man I’m going to kick some serious a$$!” Continuing his grumbling he exits his apartment and heads to the circuit breaker, “WTF? Fused! What they hell were they doing up there siphoning power from the grid!?”
Then the window shatters…
“Dude seriously did someone just jump?” He stops, “Damn still talking to myself.”
Continuing to the stairwell to ‘visit’ his rude neighbor he encounters others about, “What the hell was that?”
A vampire would be rather interesting, but unless we get augmented somehow, we wouldn't stand a chance against you lol.
I got alittle ahead of myself. I saw "WOD" and got all excited. lol. And no standard group of humans would stand a chance. I played this character for about three years in college. He's purely mental with several level 5 thamaturgy paths including Blood, Movement of the Mind, Path of Theft of Vitae (unique). Also level 5 obfuscate, auspex, Dominate, and a few level 1 or two powers mostly gleaned through diablrie. He's made hiding diablrie into an art. lol. Also has several rituals including his "mirror" rituals he created himself.
Anyway, I digress. Just kinda nostalgic.
"oh..boy..."
He gathers his strength, then marches up to the door, and knocks loudly.
"Alright you jokers! Play time's over..."
You pound on the door, announcing your displeasure to the occupants. Within, you hear a wet slurp, followed by a deep growl that precedes the sound of heavy footfalls on the floor. Abruptly, a window within the apartment shatters and the footsteps cease. You hear the panicked whimpering of a woman within.
I run upstairs, maglite at the ready. I think I might have to use the basic first aid training I learned during my stint in the military. And maybe use the basics of hand-to-hand. I'm not great at either, but passable.You race up the stairs, clutching your Maglite like a mace while trying still to depend upon its light. As you reach the next floor hallway, you find the doorway of the apartment above your own standing open, a young woman crawling out from it covered in blood. She seems badly injured and looks at you with terrified eyes. The orange glow of what must be a hundred candles issues forth from within, and the smell of a strange incense is in the air.
Before rendering first aid, I shine the flashlight around, doing a quick survey of the area. Then I ask her what hurts, and look around for some cloth to stop the bleeding. I continue to question her as I apply tourniquets to her wounds.
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Hehe, that's cool man, but each "player" here is actually getting their own instance of the scenario. You're not together and are not operating in a joined world. In fact, the events playing out in each scene are very similar, but not necessarily identical. I apologize for the confusion, but I wanted to take recruitment in a kind of "job interview" sort of fashion for this one. :)
Still, if you're interested in signing on, we'll take what you've posted so far and roll with it, but the other players are not present with your character.
Antonia unlocked the door to her apartment, glancing behind her at the man (What was his name?) following her. She wasn't sure why she had invited him back to her home, it wasn't the sort of thing she ever did. She could still see the astonished look on Gloria's face when Antonia accepted the stranger's suggestion to continue the evening somewhere more private.
Once inside, she turned on the living room light and, before she'd even had a chance to drop her purse, found herself wrapped in a pair of muscular arms. His breath was warm on her neck as he whispered, "Let's not play games, Toni, which way to the bedroom?"
She reluctantly pushed him away slightly so she could see his face. (Damnit, what the hell is his name?) Breathing heavily, she pointed towards the bedroom and mumbled, "In there, but I need to freshen up first," as she headed to the bathroom.
Once inside the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face, thinking again how unlike her this was. But it felt good, just a little dangerous but mostly exciting. She slipped off her skirt, unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. She took a deep breath to settle her nerves and left the bathroom for her bedroom.
Opening the bedroom door, she caught a glimpse of the man (Gabriel, that was his name, like the angel, she thought, with a sigh of relief.) lounging on her bed and said, "I'm ready,..." and then the lights went out.
Before rendering first aid, I shine the flashlight around, doing a quick survey of the area. Then I ask her what hurts, and look around for some cloth to stop the bleeding. I continue to question her as I apply tourniquets to her wounds.
You approach the doorway and look into the room, but your mind is not prepared for what you witness. Pouring out from the electrical outlets are tendrils of writhing flesh that lump and coil throughout the room, covering the entire area in a bulbous mass of unholy life. The wounded woman before you is indeed part of this horrific amalgamation, her leg trailing off and fusing with the mass at the knee, a nightmarish tentacle that joins at the center of the Thing.
Your realization is too late, however. As you are stunned by horror, the crawling woman leaps up with preternatural grace and seizes you by the shoulders, dragging you screaming into the pit as the fleshy center opens to reveal a terrifying blossom of teeth...
What do you do?
Thinking to myself - What the hell was that?!?
YELLING -"IF YOU IDIOTS F'D UP THE POWER AGAIN I'M GOING TO GET YOUR A$$ES EVICTED!"
While fumbling to find the large red maglignt I have kept since I was an EMT. Wait a sec. That didn't sound like the usual stupid party. That sounded .. .Darker.
Having found the light and clicked it on. I'm calling the cops and getting my gun. The Handgun is in a locked case by the bedside. I'm also Ex-Military and have kept a gun since I moved to the city.
Grabbing my cell off the nightstand I dial the police while I quickly open the gun case, insert the clip that I keep bullets in, and chamber one.
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Antonia unlocked the door to her apartment, glancing behind her at the man (What was his name?) following her. She wasn't sure why she had invited him back to her home, it wasn't the sort of thing she ever did. She could still see the astonished look on Gloria's face when Antonia accepted the stranger's suggestion to continue the evening somewhere more private...
Umm... does this tie into the original post in some way? I'm creating a rather specific atmosphere here and I'm not sure if you just cross-posted to the wrong thread or what. I'm confused.
Antonia unlocked the door to her apartment, glancing behind her at the man (What was his name?) following her. She wasn't sure why she had invited him back to her home, it wasn't the sort of thing she ever did. She could still see the astonished look on Gloria's face when Antonia accepted the stranger's suggestion to continue the evening somewhere more private...Umm... does this tie into the original post in some way? I'm creating a rather specific atmosphere here and I'm not sure if you just cross-posted to the wrong thread or what. I'm confused.
Same situation, I just came at it slightly differently.
Making it to his neighbors door...
"Watch my luck someone is dead, maybe they jumped and no one will answer."
*knocks on the door rather loudly*
That should show my iritation
The scent of strange incense fills the hallway upstairs and the other apartments are quiet. The one you approach emits the soft glow of candlelight from around the door frame. You knock loudly, muttering to yourself. A young woman answers a moment later, cracking the door open and flashing a winning smile. The scent of incense is stronger now, but you almost don't notice as you note the woman's black ...robes?... are seductively low-cut, and there's no sign of anything underneath.
"Is there a problem?" she asks coyly.
There is no response to your command. You hear a few light footsteps in the hall outside at first. As you come nearer to the door, you can hear someone hyperventilating in the lounge at the end of the hall."Hey, stay near that door. The lights have gone in here."
(thinking) First the lights and now the latch is gone. This place is a pit. I gotta get a better job."
Quickly open the door when I reach it. Grab my keyes and cellphone from the shelf by the door.
"Aw man is the whole building out?" Trigger flashlight app, or just activate the phone if it's not a smartphone.
"Hey, where'd you go?"
I head down the hall. Worn trainers silent on the scuffed tile.
(thinking) Someone playing games? Is that Jeanie from 6 having another attack. Probably forgot her inhailer again. Poor kid.
"No need to panic. It's just a blackout..." I say as I open the old beaded curtain to the lounge.
Same situation, I just came at it slightly differently.
The situation would have been almost comical if it hadn't been for the scream upstairs. Gabriel sits up in bed with a start, though you can hardly see each other in the darkness. Drawing back the curtains, you let some of the city's nightlight in and take stock of your surroundings. The man looks at you questioningly. "Did you hear that?"
Quickly open the door when I reach it. Grab my keyes and cellphone from the shelf by the door.
"Aw man is the whole building out?" Trigger flashlight app, or just activate the phone if it's not a smartphone.
"Hey, where'd you go?"
I head down the hall. Worn trainers silent on the scuffed tile.
(thinking) Someone playing games? Is that Jeanie from 6 having another attack. Probably forgot her inhailer again. Poor kid.
"No need to panic. It's just a blackout..." I say as I open the old beaded curtain to the lounge.
You enter the lounge to find an older woman, perhaps 60, whom you don't readily recognize collapsed in a heap against the couch. She points at the hallway you've just entered from, her lips quivering in an attempt at speech as she takes rapid breaths. Her skin is pale and clammy, her forehead glistening with cold sweat. She is very clearly terrified of something, but there appears to be nothing out of place in the lounge aside from the lack of power.
You enter the lounge to find an older woman, perhaps 60, whom you don't readily recognize collapsed in a heap against the couch. She points at the hallway you've just entered from, her lips quivering in an attempt at speech as she takes rapid breaths. Her skin is pale and clammy, her forehead glistening with cold sweat. She is very clearly terrified of something, but there appears to be nothing out of place in the lounge aside from the lack of power.
"Hey lady it's OK" I walk over to her. "Here, let's get you into a chair." I gently help her up and onto one of the hideous orange couches that fill the lounge. "Everything's OK mam. Here's your handbag. No need to panic. Just a blackout."
I stand stand up and shine the phone light round the room. Hoping against hope that the landlord was showing a new tennant around. On those days she rememberd to fill the watercooler in the corner. No such luck.