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crossing_lostrp2006-03-06 06:26 am
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[GAME EVENT] Blood Makes Noise (open tag)
OOC: Please feel free to finish any open threads. This takes place around 1:30AM of Night 5.
As the hour grew later, more and more of the camp denizens retired to their pallets and shelters, quiet conversations rolling across the sand to be carried away on the wind. Daniel's impromptu question and answer town-hall meeting had raised more questions than it answered, and the knowledge of another group of survivors – boat or plane – lurking in the jungle just beyond the beach weighed heavily on everyone. Even those who tried to pretend that it did not.
Those keeping watch did so more intently, eyes continually trained on the jungle and the darkness beyond. Those sleeping settled down restlessly, some tossing and turning before sleep spilled over and finally pulled them away to the land of nod. And some, remained awake, focusing on their own thoughts, inner demons, mysterious messages or lingering ghosts who didn't seem interested in pursuing a path to the afterlife.
Georgia Lass turned her back to the Ghost Lady one last time and finally felt herself settling to sleep when a loud, crazed shriek pierced the night. She recognized it and groaned, wondering how long she would how long she would be saddled by these two souls.
Molly Green roused, temporarily, wondering what had startled her, before settling back to sleep. A few feet away, Tara Maclay did the same.
The Doctor wandered away from the lean-to he shared with Rose, doing his own circuit of the camp. He idly noticed the people wandering the camp, Ripley slinking around the perimeter, the odd gangster like young man talking in low whispers to the blonde girl.
John Locke walked the perimeter, as did Jon Murphy, the two occasionally stopping to exchange words near the campfire, but they kept a watchful eye on the camp and the sleeping survivors.
Vincent awoke, whimpered, and then burying his doggy nose beneath large golden paws, returned to dream canine dreams.
They came from nowhere. Silent phantoms rising up from the jungle, seeing to flow out of the woods like ghosts or spirits. Haunted, bedraggled figures moving swiftly on nearly silent feet.
Towards the signal fire, and the older bald sentry standing there, feet flying over sand. Towards the perimeter and the teenage boy keeping watch.
Closing in rapidly, eerily silent and swift, moving with the surety of those who already knew their targets.
Hands covering mouths, grabbing up bodies.
Somewhere a voice calls out, "Dad!" for the first time ever in a half-asleep state. A dog growls and barks and then there is a whimper.
A girl's voice yells out in panic "Ai ya, wo mun wan leh!"
All around the camp, hell breaks loose.
Additional OOC: You'll be able to tell from the responses which active PCs are targeted for kidnapping, however just for an FYI to those not targeted there are three NPCs targeted: Walt, Sue and NPC Amanda.
OOC Thread Clean Up Note: This thread was getting longish. I've pulled out most of the OOCness.
As the hour grew later, more and more of the camp denizens retired to their pallets and shelters, quiet conversations rolling across the sand to be carried away on the wind. Daniel's impromptu question and answer town-hall meeting had raised more questions than it answered, and the knowledge of another group of survivors – boat or plane – lurking in the jungle just beyond the beach weighed heavily on everyone. Even those who tried to pretend that it did not.
Those keeping watch did so more intently, eyes continually trained on the jungle and the darkness beyond. Those sleeping settled down restlessly, some tossing and turning before sleep spilled over and finally pulled them away to the land of nod. And some, remained awake, focusing on their own thoughts, inner demons, mysterious messages or lingering ghosts who didn't seem interested in pursuing a path to the afterlife.
Georgia Lass turned her back to the Ghost Lady one last time and finally felt herself settling to sleep when a loud, crazed shriek pierced the night. She recognized it and groaned, wondering how long she would how long she would be saddled by these two souls.
Molly Green roused, temporarily, wondering what had startled her, before settling back to sleep. A few feet away, Tara Maclay did the same.
The Doctor wandered away from the lean-to he shared with Rose, doing his own circuit of the camp. He idly noticed the people wandering the camp, Ripley slinking around the perimeter, the odd gangster like young man talking in low whispers to the blonde girl.
John Locke walked the perimeter, as did Jon Murphy, the two occasionally stopping to exchange words near the campfire, but they kept a watchful eye on the camp and the sleeping survivors.
Vincent awoke, whimpered, and then burying his doggy nose beneath large golden paws, returned to dream canine dreams.
They came from nowhere. Silent phantoms rising up from the jungle, seeing to flow out of the woods like ghosts or spirits. Haunted, bedraggled figures moving swiftly on nearly silent feet.
Towards the signal fire, and the older bald sentry standing there, feet flying over sand. Towards the perimeter and the teenage boy keeping watch.
Closing in rapidly, eerily silent and swift, moving with the surety of those who already knew their targets.
Hands covering mouths, grabbing up bodies.
Somewhere a voice calls out, "Dad!" for the first time ever in a half-asleep state. A dog growls and barks and then there is a whimper.
A girl's voice yells out in panic "Ai ya, wo mun wan leh!"
All around the camp, hell breaks loose.
Additional OOC: You'll be able to tell from the responses which active PCs are targeted for kidnapping, however just for an FYI to those not targeted there are three NPCs targeted: Walt, Sue and NPC Amanda.
OOC Thread Clean Up Note: This thread was getting longish. I've pulled out most of the OOCness.