*Silent Hill: Cultural Anthropology (Rated R/M)*

[Team Brushfire]

Leizel Parker

The impact the metal wrench made on the beast's head was heavy; the horse stepped back in agony. Leizel cautiously stepped back from the beast, fearful of the possibility of it rearing its head for another attack. Yet, the next seige of strikes never came. It appeared that the concussion-inducing hit had left its mark, thank god. She wasn't truly sure if she would hold out any longer.

She glanced back, noticing that Luka was making a mad dash out of the woods. "Better do the same myself," she thought, before looking back at the dazed and confused demon. She wanted to say something to taunt it, a foolish move, but the very second it lifted its stake she panicked and swiftly started to sprint out into the forest clearing. She cursed to herself for not making a getaway sooner. What if it wanted to take another stab at her? Shoot. That wasn't very well thought out. She never bothered to look back.

As she ran, the once dead and decaying scenery around her began to revert back into its peaceful, yet ominous, state. A heavenly sight for sore eyes, especially after the surreal and horrific events that she had just witnessed. Perhaps the beast decided to let us go thanks to that splitting headache. With a huge sigh of relief, Leizel ran out of the woods and into the clearing.

We were safe. For now.
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Inventory:
Shoulder Bag
Pajamas (Shirt, pants)
Spare underwear (x2)
Photograph of her and her father (x1)
Spare hat (x3)
Notebook (x1)
Pencil (x7)
Flashlight (x1, small)

Cargo Pants
Wrench (x2, small (5 in), x1 medium (15 in.))

In Right Hand
Wrench (x1, Large 24 in.)

On Ground
Flashlight (On, Medium, 80% Battery life, abandoned in the woods and forgotten.)

Health
77/100
-Medium cut on right arm
-Huge bite wound on left arm (bleeding fast)

 

[GoldenHouou]

OOC: Yup, he's human. It's just the adrenaline, you know like how mothers have been reported to be able to lift cars to save their children? Except this is a much milder case. Plus, I wanted to showcase a part of his personality and figured I'd better do it early on with weaker monsters. I wouldn't want him trying to rip apart nurses or something. Don't worry, he'll be in pain once the situation's calmed down and he 'realizes' he's hurt.

Oh and, as far as the swear filter thing goes, the rules say this

Evading the swearing filter is acceptable so long as it is in character. Doing it outside of a character post and it's the same as doing it anywhere else in the forum. We also ask that you don't use it excessively and use the character as an excuse to mouth off.

I'm sorry to hear about your loss as well… And also congratulate your sister for the baby.

Also, hurp a derp, I've been calling the pipe "metal" all along, though I should've probably said steel… Ahem. English fail there. Gonna fix it from now on…

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Elijah Reynolds

The remaining Ferals attacked, one going after him, one after his newly found 'friend'. Elijah instantly took a tighter hold of his weapon, not realizing to wince when the cold surface touched his bruised fingertips. He couldn't feel the cold right now. He couldn't really… feel anything.

Just as the monster's fangs were about to reach him, the man took a step back and swung the pipe at the beast like a baseball bat. It connected with the creature's jawline and send it flying back. It growled, staggering as it tried to get back on its feet.

Just then, Elijah heard smashing sounds from the woman's direction.

No, did it kill his prey? No, friend, not prey… Not yet, anyway.

He turned, expecting to see the monster smeared in human blood, only to see the woman… pinning the canine down, beating it senseless with a brick. Elijah blinked. Now that was… Unexpected. She was unexpectedly violent.

Elijah's expression grew darker. What if she got the idea to do violence against him too? Like the others... At this rate, he could be in danger. She could become not only a nuisance but a threat. He'd have to do something, and quick.

The Feral had gotten back on all fours and was now snarling at him again, preparing to pounce for another try.

Ready to repeat what he did previously, Elijah lowered his stance. For some reason, he found his grip on the pipe slightly looser than earlier. He didn't pay any more attention to such a minor detail right now, though. He prepared himself for a swing, when… He happened to see the strange man from the corner of his eye.

And then, he got an idea. He'd test the woman right here and now. And at the same time, save some time so he could go find out stuff about that monster man!

"Woman!" He shouted and took a few steps back, away from the Feral. He didn't look in the camerawoman's direction, no, he wouldn't repeat the same mistake and avert his eyes from the enemy again. But he was sure she heard. She had better have heard.

"You take care of this last one!" He shouted with a tone that implied it was a suggestion but really, anything he let out from his mouth was an order. Without waiting for the woman's reply, he swiped the creature closer to her with his pipe. It yelped and stumbled, and Elijah could feel his arm trembling.

Why?

He shook his head. No matter. Now… Now he'd finally…

He turned to the stranger that had summoned the creatures and, with an expression resembling a smile, he started to walk closer. His eyes were probably shining bright with enthusiasm, at least, that's what it felt like. And yet, he still walked crouched, still held his weapon ready should the man decide it wanted to fight some more.

Elijah was scared walking closer to the giant, scared senseless, but his sheer need to know far outweighed any other emotion right now. He had to know. And there was… in the end, probably only one way to get an answer.

To ask.

"You… Coyote, was it?" He began in a pleasant, if somewhat shaky tone, stopping a good distance away, just in case. His heart was beating, he could hear it, but he just spoke louder in order to hide the sound from his ears. His tone bounced from excitedly high to a low whisper as he spoke, unable to contain himself. He had to know, Oh god, why couldn't he answer already?

Well… Guess he needed to give a question first. But just how would he word it, how could he...

"What are you?" He finally managed to voice out his curiosity. "Are you a monster? You… you talked, just now… I've never met a talking… Do monsters think? What is their thought process like? Motives? You need motives all the same, don't you? What justifies your actions? Tell me, please… tell me… all you know. All you think. Would you? Please?"

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Inventory:

On belt:
Flashlight x2
Knife x1

In pockets (vest & pants):
Lighter x1
Cigarettes x10
Wallet x1
Keys for one of the police cars x1
Cellphone x1

On hand:
(Extremely) bloody steel pipe x1

And since you guys are doing it… I have no idea how much health that would have taken, but let's say…

Health:
89/100
- Skin rubbed off from fingertips, some bleeding
- Scratch wounds on left arm, some peeled off skin, bleeding

If that seems like too much/too little, feel free to suggest something else.

 

[Niihyl]

Luka Rakhmelevich

Everything… went back to normal. Trees came back to life. Blood faded. It wasn’t as cold. The air tasted fresh. Like Dante rising from the pit of hell… Some of the beautious things that Heaven doth bear; Thence we came forth to behold the stars.

Luka stumbled into the clearing, and gasped. Alive… alive… impossibly… alive. Leizel had taken out the thing… at least temporarily. He looked around… and sighed. Alex… he was still back there, wasn’t he? Probably… probably dead. But Luka laughed. Half-hysteria, half relief, he laughed. “We’re alive! My god… we’re… alive!”

He stumbled over to the supplies they had brought, dragging out an extra first aid kit. He took a cotton swab, a bottle of water, and some iodine. He cleaned out his wounds, gritting his teeth as he did so. But it was done quickly and efficiently. He could perform first aid at least, even if fighting demon horses wasn’t necessarily his forte. Wrapping his ankle tightly in bandages, he stood. It seemed more or less okay. Ice should be enough for the ribs. Wrapping could cause lung collapse there. He tugged off his shirt and coat, applied some iodine and bandages to his arm, after removing bandages, and painfully tugged the clothing and coat back on.

Leather was the only armor he really had, in case an attack came again. Now more or less treated, he limped over to Leizel, who had ran in. Without adrenaline driving him, the pain felt a hundred times stronger. He wanted to lie down.

“Hey Leizel… c’mere, let’s get those wounds disinfected. You’re going to die of blood loss. That bite looks nasty… Oh, and this is going to hurt like hell.” He took her left arm and used a fresh cotton swab, more water, and wiped iodine solution around to clean out the wound. “This probably hurts more than being bitten. Funny how that is. Doctors are bastards, eh? They couldn’t make stuff that didn’t hurt.” Bandages finished off both wounds. The iodine made it look like the bandages were covered in blood, but that was okay. Better than real blood. He stuffed the first-aid kit into his backpack and began walking towards the van.

“Aight… into the van then. Let’s get the hell out of here and call 911 or something. Just… no one’s going to believe this…” Luka lit a cigarette, and stuck it into the corner of his mouth. Ah…

Inventory

Backpack:
(1) Notebook w/ Attached Pen
(2) Roll of Duct Tape
(3) x12 Size D Batteries (For Flashlight)
(4) Water Bottle
(5) x2 Small Cans of Butane
(6) x1 Extra Magazine (for Taser)
(7) x4 Granola Bars
(8) x95 Tootsie Pops (in Plastic Bag)
(9) x35 Djarum Black Cigarettes
(10) First Aid Kit (Half spent)

Pockets/Hands/Belt:
(1) Zippo Lighter (Pocket)
(2) Wallet with ID, Credit/Debit Cards, Drivers’ License, etc. (Pocket)
(3) Professor Pumice's Van Keys (In Pocket)
(4) Taser X2 (Clipped to Belt)
(5) Heavy Duty Flashlight (On, Clipped to Belt)

Health:
82/100
-Heavily Bruised Ribs
-Cut on ankle (Disinfected and bandaged)
-Splinters in shoulder (Removed, disinfected and bandaged)

 

[VampirateMace]

(Golden): Thanks for looking up the rule…

(Okay since Alex [gmoyes] hasn’t posted in a while, I’m going to pretend he fainted and Dabble is too distracted to finish him off… for now.)

*Dabble*

The girl ran out of the woods without attacking Dabble, so he lowered stake slowly and put his free hand on his throbbing head. Why the heck had that fight been so difficult? Dabble turned… there were too bodies. Since when were there too? One of them was bleeding. Blood. That smelled good. Maybe eating would make him feel a bit better.

Dabble loomed over the professor’s brain-dead body. Crunch. Dabble tore into the Professor’s flesh eagerly, eating for several minutes, until almost satisfied. Dabble was never really satisfied, the evil spirits made sure he was hungry, always hungry, always.

He looked up. He did feel a little better, less tense, a little more like continuing the hunt. He looked around, there wasn’t much else here. Dabble moved off through the trees, he’d follow the tree-line around the side of park. He could see the two humans, next to a large object, in the distance, doing something. He had no clue what. They were always doing something, humans. But Dabble usually didn’t know what it was. He tilted his head, no, not them, not yet.

He was close to the road now, close to a few buildings. Dabble stepped out of the woods. He could see two groups from here, the two humans he’d fought, and two other humans fighting weak monsters. And another monster, that monster Dabble knew, not actually by name, but he… they’d hunted together… sort of.

Dabble just watched for a moment, he wasn’t sure he was ready for that sort of fight yet either. He needed to find a new weapon. He looked up at the building next too him. It was a Bait and Tackle shop, there were a lot of them in this lake town, but he didn’t really know that… he just knew human buildings sometimes had good weapons.

Inventory:
Half a Rusty Shovel (blade end, sharpened wood on other)

Health
75/100
- Cut over left eye
- Splinters and small cuts in gums/mouth
- Splitting Headache, quite possibly a mild concussion

 

[Rheine]

Jessica Hayden
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She finally had time to breath - despite the putrid smell of the dog's blood - when she heard the man's voice shouting at her.

"Woman! You take care of this last one!" She didn't like his tone, not one bit. And it was clear that he could take care of the dog just fine. What was he planning?

The man swiped the last dog to Jessica with his bloody pipe. It yelped and stumbled, and so did Jessica. The dog, however, could move again before Jessica did. It leaped and burrowed its fangs in Jessica's left arm. The pain and shock made Jessica shouted and instinctively hit the creature's head with the brick she was holding on her right hand. Thankfully, it was effective and the dog let go of her now bloody arm.

Her position was awkward, sitting on a dead dog while trying to ward off another dog. PETA would kill her faster than the dogs would, she thought. But whatever. Jessica quickly grabbed her camera with her left hand and got up. The dog was snarling a feet in front of her, looking even more vicious than before. She glanced a bit at the stranger, hoping that he'd help her, but no, he was talking to the other stranger, all friendly like.

Jessica really carefully aimed at the dog's head, as if she was about to take a breathtaking scenery photo...and threw the brick as strongly as she could. It hit the dog on its right eye. Then, she began to sprint as fast as she could from the dog, the stranger, and the even more strange stranger. They were dangerous. She was stupid to trust the man.

Without looking back, she ran towards the park. Hopefully the people camping there could help her...
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OOC: Must we use the HP system?

Inventory
Shoulder bag:
Laptop and its charger
Spare underwear (1)
Checkered shirt (1)
Bottled water, 1.5L
Ham sandwich

Camera bag:
Spare battery
Spare memory card
USB

Jeans' pockets:
Wallet
Smart phone (has built-in flashlight)
Handkerchief

On hand:
Camera

 

[VampirateMace]

OOC: You are not required to post you health or hit points... I was doing it so that 'human' players had an idea of how hurt my monster is. Other players decided they liked the idea and are doing it as well, but no one is required to.

 

[GoldenHouou]

OOC: Well, since it's been like, two weeks with nothing from UC, I'm just gonna have Elijah chase Jessica instead. So watch out.

Elijah Reynolds

The man he had so enthusiastically pretty much interrogated hadn't gotten the time to reply, when the sounds of fighting stopped from behind them. Mustering up all the willpower he had, Elijah pried his eyes from the monster man and turned to look behind him, to see if the woman was still alive. His heart was beating from excitement, though most of it wasn't because of the battle.

But, as he turned, he didn't see what he had hoped. Instead of the camerawoman standing there and waiting for him, the dead body of that canine monster at her feet, she was… running. Running away. From him. It felt like someone had dumped something extremely cold all over the man's insides, freezing his mind and, most importantly, his emotions. She ran away. She didn't wait. She had something to hide. She must've had. And the dog was still alive, too. Why? Did she not want to kill it because they were on the same side? Or had she… had she hoped that it would eat him? Had she just left him here to die?!

Elijah grabbed a good hold of his weapon and, without giving a second glance to the monster man he hoped to run again into in the future, stormed after the woman's escaping form. His quick steps soon became leaps, and before long he was running after her, leaving the still recovering dog behind. Not by much, though; the creature instantly gave chase when it realized that both of its prey had fled. It must've been hungry.

Just like Elijah was.

As he ran, furious eyes glaring holes into the back of the woman's skull, Elijah let out a low growl. He didn't speak, but if he had, the only things coming out of his mouth would've probably been the words "I knew it" over and over again, repeated almost mechanically. She couldn't be trusted after all. Such a simple test and she had already failed. He'd need to catch her. Make her explain herself. He'd listen. He'd listen well, and afterwards-

Elijah extended a hand to grab the woman's arm, eyes flashing as he finally managed to open his mouth to form a coherent sentence. His voice must've been colder than ever, and the fury in his tone was unmistakable.

"Wait," he demanded, still reaching in an attempt to grab her, "Whee are you... going?!"


Inventory:

On belt:
Flashlight x2
Knife x1

In pockets (vest & pants):
Lighter x1
Cigarettes x10
Wallet x1
Keys for one of the police cars x1
Cellphone x1

On hand:
(Extremely) bloody steel pipe x1