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[ action thread ]
Who: Amy + Open
What: Impromptu weapons-making?
Where: The courtyard in front of the library
When: Early afternoon
Warnings: TBA
( The problem was that no matter how she tied the twine, the caps of the pens kept coming off when she yanked. ) -
[ action thread ]
Who: Aiai, Zoo & Neva
What: nothin' much. drinkin' milk. watchin' the game.
Where: Third floor.
When: evening.
Warning: Drug use. Crazies.
Headphones: Crack Rock Steady by Choking Victim
( Here, kitty, kitty... ) -
Activity Check
Yeah, I had some problems the last two months kicking this off. Blame school.
Therefore...ACTIVITY CHECK. The check is closing Jan. 12th, so you have a week to let everyone else know and decide whether or not they want to keep going with this game. -
DAY ONE: Three Blind Mice
DAY ONE: 2:01 am
KITCHENJust as the other twelve awoke in the auditorium to the fake screams and grainy film, three other players blinked awake to the steady, thrumming beat of a leaky faucet and the cold press of an opened freezer door. Three women---all proud, all strong, all mistrustful---awake in the kitchen, surrounded by industrial steel ( Read more... ) -
DAY ONE: Attn. Children
DAY ONE: 2:27 am
AUDITORIUM
The students milled about impatiently, exchanging names and fates and threads of their lives' stories. It seemed that none of them really noticed when the projector finished its reel, stopping with the flutter of film and a soft hiss. Bathed in the high-contrast light of the empty projector, a small shadow oozed from ( Read more... ) -
[closed log]
Who; Aiai and Xiao-mei~
What; Crazies being crazies
When; Ah erm ah...yesterday.
Where; One of the boys' bathrooms >]
( 'I think it means we're no smarter than lab rats.' ) -
[Action Thread]
Who: Nevaeh + Open
What: Adventuring!
Where: The halls of the top floor
When: Midnight
Warnings: TBA. Maybe drug use.
( No death for the demon. Not yet. ) -
Modly Post~♥
OKAY. THINGS ARE ROLLING, AREN'T THEY? ROCK ON ( Read more... ) -
DAY ONE: good morning, kids
DAY ONE, 2:01 AM
AUDITORIUM
"They're coming to get you, Barbara," the man's face on the screen taunted, stretched gruesomely out of proportion by the ancient movie projector. His features hissed with the physical static of the black and white film's age, shadowed and speckled by the dust motes caught in the projector's beam. The woman screamed, ( Read more... )