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Finally... => Forum Games and Roleplaying => Topic started by: ThatOneGuy on June 14, 2013, 10:23:32 pm
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You, the group of investigators, are currently standing outside of the Mental Institute, your car parked behind you. It's about 6:00 PM, and clouds are covering the skies for a night-rain. The building itself looks...run down, and decrepit, not exactly what you would expect. You never remember hearing anything in the news, or the files, of it being shut down, but that doesn't matter. You have investigatory matters to attend to.
No other vehicles except for a rusted car from what you think might be the 70s sits outside the building.
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David Kantor gets out of the car, wrapping his coat around him.
"So any of you know about this place?"
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Kathyrn Fry shakes her head as she leaves the back sear of the car, light red hair swaying slightly.
She walks around, unlocks the trunk and hefts a slightly heavy black shoulder bag into position, before closing and re-locking it.
"Only that Walter Kernsville works here, or at least owns an office.
I couldn't find much of anything in the bureau databases either-not even a name for the place really.
Some of my guys in the office think this place might be a front operation for something.
Though exactly for what, God only knows. We should be on our guard."
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Rain begins to drizzle over your heads. Not much, just a slight drizzle.
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"So shall we enter? Or stand out here until a bloody storm pops up?" says Jeremy Nix, rather annoyed by the weather.
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"Calm down Nix, it's just a little drizzle." David chides, pulling out his notepad, "Who is Walter Kernsville?"
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"We should scope out the premises before we enter. Probably in groups of three. Which of you two want to go with me?"
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Kat's hair immediately becomes a rather attractive shade of dark, moist red. Despite her efforts that morning to keep it light colored. More professional, they say. She scowls.
"Day I decide not to bring an umbrella..."
David chides, pulling out his notepad, "Who is Walter Kernsville?"
"The guy we're investigating.
Ah, what I'm about to tell you is off the record, right?
This guy left quite a mess and quite a mystery. Walter Kernsville, age 55, Caucasian male, heavyset. He was fairly independently wealthy-made a lot of money back in the 70's offering mental care to movie stars. You know, pop culture remedies-seances, hydrotherapy, aromatherapy-all the stuff.
He killed three people for reasons we're investigating-his daughter, his wife and an identified older male. With a fire poker. Then he...uh..killed himself with it. Stuck it in his own stomach. There was also evidence of cannibalism, ritual disfigurement, torture-both pre and...possibly post mortem. If so, that means multiple suspects involved, though no solid proof of that yet. Idea is he was into something bad, and that something bad got him. Maybe he was guilty, and lost it-maybe someone he worked with with a flair for the dramatic decided it was time to clean house.
That's what we're here for. He worked here, at least some of the time. Not sure what he did there. Somehow I doubt it was treating illness."
Kat nods to Stephen Hill as he speaks.
"Sounds like a good idea. I'll tag along with you, Mr. Hill."
((OOC: Note, I made all that up on the spot to flesh out the story :P I don't really think it will effect what we're doing right now, and I don't see the information elsewhere. I'll edit this if I need to))
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"I'm with Kantor then."
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David nods, "We'll check around the outside. If you don't mind the rain Jeremy."
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((Sounds all alright. Should've probably fleshed it out more when I posted it. >_>))
Wind rustles across the landscape, and one of the windows higher up on the building fly open, a shadow swiftly flashing by it. The rain appears to be getting heavier, and now begins to come down diagonally. A dead tree rustles in the wind.
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"Hehe, real funny there. Come on."
Jeremy goes around to check the sides of the Institute.
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David follows him, taking sparse notes on the building.
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Kat pulls up her coat a bit tighter, following Stephen around the building.
((all right, let's say Jeremy, David and Kantor check around the building left.
And Kathryn and Stephen check around right.
We 'hopefully' meet on the other side.))
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The right side of the building seems to have the most boarded-up windows, and there are blood-scrawled notes across the wall near the ground-level. It reads "THE BUNNIES, THEY LIKE TO VISIT. OOOH, BUT THEY DON'T LEAVE...NONO, TOO DELICIOUS TO LEAVE..." and "Run." Stephen and Kat can see more notes further up on the building wall.(right side)
Several windows around the sides of the building are boarded up, and several appear to be broken. What appears to be an arm is sticking out of one further down the wall, but David and Jeremy can't tell if it's attached to a body, or not. but what appears to be dried blood creeps down the wall from the window. They also feel as if someone is watching them. (left side)
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"Jesus..."
Jeremy tentatively pokes at the arm with his baton.
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A shrill scream is heard and the baton is suddenly gripped tightly by the hand!
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I hit the arm with my other hand.
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"Fuck! Let go of the baton!" David freaks out.
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The arm quickly lets go of the baton, and another shrill scream is heard before the arm dashing back through the window, disappearing from sight.
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"That... doesn't look good. Looks like this guy scrawled notes all over the wall in blood before he died. That's definitely a special kind of fucked up. I wonder what things were so important that he had to write them in blood, though." Stephen says as he reads the notes.
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A darkened shadow of a body can be seen through one of the windows on the ground level from where Kat and Stephen are standing.
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"Who are you? What are you doing in this building?" Stephen yelled at the figure.
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It bolts towards the window, sending out a clawed, shriveled arm towards Stephen, releasing a shrill scream. The matted, patchy black hair of the individual sways a bit, rigid and hard from the looks of it. The being then scampers back into the shadows, out of sight.
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"You're assuming this person used their own?
I mean, that's...the average human body has only one and half gallons of blood...so..."
She jumped back as the arm tried to grab Stephen, hands at her throat.
"...uhh, you think we should call this in?" Kat says, hesitantly. She would have to trust the older agents experience in the matter, not having much field training of her own.
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a loud thud, and a crash of glass can be heard coming from the back of the building.
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"Jeremy, did you hear that?" David looks around suspicious, "I think I heard another scream, and something at the back of the house. We should rendezvous with the other guys."
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"Ok."
Jeremy heads off to regroup.
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((all right, let's say Jeremy, David and Kantor check around the building left.
((Due to David and Kantor being the same person, I'm gonna assume that I went with these guys on the left. Apologies for the late posting, but timezones~))
"Nnnnnenaaah!" Simon screamed loudly as soon as the hand started to move, and immediately fell to the floor in shock. He is frozen with fear for the rest of the events, only jumping up and eager to press on when there is the suggestion of moving to link up with the others again.
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As Jeremy passes around the back of the building, there is a pile of decaying body parts around some glass. Off in the distance, a good 100 yards away, a body can be seen hanging from a tree as well. What the fuck is going on.
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As Jeremy passes around the back of the building, there is a pile of decaying body parts around some glass. Off in the distance, a good 100 yards away, a body can be seen hanging from a tree as well. What the fuck is going on.
((Are me and David still with Jeremy?))
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David follows behind Jeremy, busily scribbling in his notepad, before seeing the body and body parts.
"What the fuck is going on."
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((Yes you are.))
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"Sorry, I misspoke. I meant to say that he probably used his and his family's blood. And yes, it would probably be a great idea to call for backup right now. I left my phone in the car, though. Do you have your phone on you?"
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David follows behind Jeremy, busily scribbling in his notepad, before seeing the body and body parts.
"What the fuck is going on."
"I sure as hell don't know...
But I'm gonna find out. I'm heading inside."
And Jeremy walks to the front door, baton in hand, alertly trying to spot any danger.
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"Sorry, I misspoke. I meant to say that he probably used his and his family's blood. And yes, it would probably be a great idea to call for backup right now. I left my phone in the car, though. Do you have your phone on you?"
Kat nods, taking a candy pink cellphone from her slim waist and jabbing a few buttons.
Action: Call for backup!
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The receiver on Kat's phone transmits static.
The door appears to already be open for Jeremy, but there's no danger other then a creepy, dark, hallway leading inside.
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"Noooo bars..." Kat says in a sad, sing song voice that would probably be humorous in other circumstances.
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A scream from what sounds like a child can be heard emitting from deeper inside of the building.
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Jeremy forces down that sinking feeling in his gut, and rushes in.
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Jeremy finds himself in a long, dark hallway at which he cannot see the end. Strange, the building didn't -look- to be that long. Doors are closed all along the hall, and there are two sets of stairs off to the left and right, one up(left) and one down(right). The walls and floors look decrepit, and old, long have they sat here.
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Jeremy nervously turns around, grinning weakly.
"Top or bottom, fellas?"
((I'm assuming the other guys are near the door and can see me.))
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Simon pulls out his camera and has it at the ready.
"Top. I've never liked basements, and I don't think I'm alone in that."
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"I agree with Simon, I don't see any good coming from going into the basement." David continues nervously writing in his notepad.
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"Let's go get my phone back in the car, then. Hopefully my carrier will cover this place."
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The stairs leading up are creaky, and seem like they'll fall under any moment. There's two hallways at the top of the stairs, one heading left and the other, right. A single door stands before the stairway coming from the front. It reads 'WALTER KERNSVILLE, HEAD PSYCHOLOGIST" on a corroded and old door plaque.
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"Let's go get my phone back in the car, then. Hopefully my carrier will cover this place."
Kat nods, following at a brisk pace.
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David gently pushes the door open with the old plaque.
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The car that everyone arrived in appears to be gone, replaced with what -appears- to be a medium sized, mahogany wood box.
Inside the office, there is a seat facing the dusted, and old window which sits behind the desk. A skull sits on the corner of the desk, underneath it piles of old papers. Cabinets on the wall have been ripped open, their papers flewn around the room as a gust of wind sweeps in from the hall. A picture of Walter and his family hangs on the wall with blood stains splashed along it, and the wall.
A hoarse breathing can be heard coming from the chair.
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"Hello?" David nervously stands in the doorway, his hands shaking.
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The hoarse breathing continues to fill his ears, louder now.
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"What the fuck? Where the hell did the car go?" Stephen said as he walked over to the box and looked for a way to open it.
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the box has a handle on the top of it. It looks rusted, and the mahogany now appears to be dark blood red.
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Simon's own breath catches in his throat, and he doesn't dare make any noise. Slowly he raises his camera and prepares to take a picture of whatever it is in that chair.
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Jeremy cautiously approaches the desk, and kicks it towards the chair.
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The desk slams into the chair, knocking the chair over and onto the ground. A quick hissing sound is heard, and then a scampering sound going underneath the desk.
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Jeremy very, very slowly walks around to the other side of the desk to see what's down there.
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As Jeremy looks down underneath the desk, a small, rigid child-like creature falls from the ceiling and onto Jeremy's shoulder-area. It has matted, black hair, and pale skin with cuts, bruises, and other markings all over it. It's nails are long, and appear to be sharp-ish. It begins screaming with a horrible voice, as it attempts to claw and beat on Jeremy.
Another one skitters out from underneath the table, rambling around on all fours. It climbs up onto the wall, and looks at Simon with wide, black eyes. It begins to scream as well.
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Throw the demon child off!
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((was that an action or Jeremy talking?))
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((action))
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The demon child slams into the wall, with a thud, hissing and screaming again. It jumps onto the desk, and then scrambles out the room, and into the darkness of the building. The other is still sitting on the wall, and it scrambles onto the ceiling, still staring at Simon.
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"Simon, watch out!"
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Get a picture of the thing, then run the hell for cover.
Simon freezes as the demonic child seems to stare into his soul. It takes all of his willpower to try to take the picture and not to run away from the place.
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David grabs Jeremy and Simon, and pushes them out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
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A scrapping sound can be heard on the door, and a strange sounds from something's vocal cords as well. The rest of the Institute appears to be quiet.
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Check my camera for the photo
Simon's hands were shaking ferociously as he checked his camera's screen for the picture, still keeping one eye on the door.
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Jeremy tosses the chair at the demon child on the ceiling.
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Simon has a slightly blurry photo of the child, but he probably couldn't get a mediocre one now with his hands shaking so much.
The chair hits the ceiling, missing the child, which scrambles down the ceiling and out the window.
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Simon let out a huge breath.
"What the fuck was that?"
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"I don't know, and I don't care. I'm getting out of here."
Jeremy rushes out the door, to get outside.
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Simon follows, putting his camera back around his neck and trying to keep up.
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A neckbeard giant stumbles out of the bedroom, a cloud of cheeto dust follows, blinding everyone, his beard hair irritating simon's muscular pecs.
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A neckbeard giant stumbles out of the bedroom, a cloud of cheeto dust follows, blinding everyone, his beard hair irritating simon's muscular pecs.
THE GREATEST HORROR OF ALL
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Stephen opens the box.
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Inside the box is nothing. No bottom, no walls to the sides of it, nothing except rain pellets falling into the darkness. Suddenly a cane springs from it, and wraps around the collar of Stephen's shirt, before pulling him towards the darkness it birthed from.
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Stephen grabs onto the edges of the box, and tries to slip out of the cane's grasp.