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[copperclock]

(( All I know is there's a bunch of people running around doing their own thing, and the military is confused. ))

[raelyn]

((Hiya I'm just gonna....sneak my way into this RP... Profile for character is in OOG thread for this RP))

Faye exhaled loudly, shaking lank blonde strands of hair out of her eyes. Stretching out the kinks in her back, she reached out to slam shut the door of her beat-up sedan. After driving 2 hours straight, Faye was glad to see her hometown. Well...maybe "glad" wasn't the right word. It was probably something more like "relieved to see the place is still standing".

Faye had moved away from town just over a year ago, aiming to get a degree in History. She'd left her mother, and her brother Jake, who was a few years older than herself, behind. Her mother had passed away, leaving just Jake. And as of late, Jake hadn't been answering any of her calls, or responding to any of her messages. And Faye hadn't been able to get a hold of anyone she still kept contact with in this town, either.

Which was weird. Weird being a massive understatement. So Faye, on an impulse, had decided she'd come investigate. And she'd found this, a town similar yet completely different from the one she remembered. The front doors of several houses hung open, swinging in the slight breeze, the only movement as far as the eye could see.

'This is a bit creepy, I must say...' Faye thought to herself. Trying to ignore the worry slowly creeping up on her, Faye shook her head, trotting away from her car, heading towards Jake's favorite park to see if he was lurking around there. Maybe she could at least find SOMEONE to explain what was going on here.

((Whoaaaah sorry this is so long. Got carried away))

[Watson]

((OOC:
-Masky and Ghost are prowling around the forest like creepers.
-Bryce, Thom and the S-Walkers are walking through the forest discussing Slenderman.

-Terrence is stalking them, waiting for the right moment to make contact without gettinghis head blown off.

-The other faction of soldiers is inside a building(I think) and talking to Stephen.

-Some various characters are prowling about, without an aim or a goal, it seems. :/

Best I can do to sum up what seems to be going on.))

[raelyn]

[Watson]

Things are becoming a little too chaotic in the one topic...might I suggest we set up a site/forum for the RP so it can be divided into a less chaotic form. I'd set it up, if no one is opposed to the idea.

[raelyn]

[Magus00]

It is a little chaotic...lotsa plots going on and incompatible schedules make them a little hard to follow.

[Gutter]

I just said bullets wouldn't work; what make you think he'll bleed? Was what Thom wanted to say, but didn't. He wasn't about to get sassy, not with such a heavily-armed man in such close proximity.

"Look, it's something that people thought - think - originated on the Internet, myself included. It was a pretty big thing back in 2009, 2010, that sort of time. It's sort of settled down since then, but people still photoshop him into pictures, write-"

Creepypasta.

"-short stories about him. That sort of thing. And there were a bunch of videos some college students made, you know? One of those phenomena."

He paused, took a deep breath before continuing.

"Except they're wrong; he's not an Internet phenomenon. I believe he's real. A tall, thin man in a suit - ranging from eight foot, to eighty - with no face, and...well, sometimes he has more than one pair of arms." He finished lamely.

Wow, I really do sound crazy.

He nodded, and followed the soldier over to the rest of the gun-wielding people, not entirely reluctantly.
After all, the larger the group, the more chance he'd have of...well, surviving for a little while longer, at least.

[Magus00]

Running as he was, he missed parts of Thom's story. The parts he caught worried him.

Thinking to himself, "Wow...I heard about some of those people that grew up in the DotCom era that sacrificed reality for their WoW account but this guy...this guy can't separate the 'tubes from reality. Poor bastige..."

[Theycallmehsexypants]

Stephen got to the door and opened it, walking in and closing it behind him.

"Maybe I shouldn't have dropped my phone, I could have used it as a light." He said.

((I'll assume you're on the first floor.))

He walked over to Mia and asked her. "Do you have any idea on what's going on here?"

[copperclock]

(( I'm very late on this, it took me a while to figure exactly where everyone was. >_> I unintentionally left Alison stranded at the factory, talking to herself. ))

Alison found herself debating what to do. Things seemed to be falling into chaos, and protocol seemed all but forgotten. She hiked the carbine up in her arm and, after a brief moment of hating herself, ran to catch up with Mike and the others.

It took her several minutes, but she located them and fell into stride behind Mike, and, listening in on the conversation, went pale. "Eighty feet? Jesus..."

[raelyn]

Faye had reached the park near the edge of the town. Finally.

'Too bad it's just as empty as the rest of this place....' she thought to herself, scowling slightly and crouching with her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. Suddenly, she heard faint strains of conversation, and what sounded like boots crunching over branches and leaves, coming from the forest bordering the park and town. Straightening abruptly, she frowned, forehead furrowing in confusion.

"Wonder what that is?" she asked aloud, not really expected a response. Faye thought over her options, then shrugged. She didn't really have much of a choice here. Best idea was to head towards the noises. Faye passed the tree line, stepping into the musky shade of the forest.

Stumbling over tree branches, Faye cursed to herself, trying desperately to catch up to the noises, which were steadily getting more distant and harder to pinpoint. She broke into a run, leaping clumsily over obstacles, making what was most likely a huge amount of noise. Whatever was out there, be it friend or foe, probably knew Faye was coming now. 'Too late to go back, though' Faye thought, determined to at least find SOME kinda clue as to what was happening here.

((Thom's group of people, I think Faye's coming up on your location, as far as I can tell. Probably from behind, I think/hope XD And she's making a hell of a racket sorry))

[Chief Poirot]

Is it too late to make a character? I read some of the RP, and it's very interesting. I agree, it's a little chaotic, but I'd still like to join.

Later on tonight I'd make a character, homework-willing that is.

[Magus00]

Hearing a racket behind them, Mike skids to a stop, turns and spins in the opposite direction..

"Allison , take the Civi's back to the group! I'll catch up." His smile disappears for a second while he looks her in the eyes. "We're being followed...", he says as quietly as possible.

He then lowers his weapon and runs towards the crashing.

[copperclock]

"Followed...?" She muttered, staring quietly back before he bolted.

"Oh Jesus.. Be careful, dammit!" She called after him. With a grim look, Alison turned to the others. "I don't know how smart it is to leave him to go alone. Would you all be able to get to the factory yourselves? Can't leave a man without backup."