unforum

[Magus00]

((Real name's Jason. And I get bored at work. REALLY bored, haha. Char name, realy name, doesn't matter. You can call me Susan if it makes you happy. Wonder where Terrance, Mia, Dave and Dray are?))

[GerkinMcGrimley]

((no i will NEVER))

[GerkinMcGrimley]

(Yeah where are Terrence, Mia, Dave, and Dr-...... who's Dray?))

[Magus00]

((Ahh, Dray's char name is Tricia.))

[Dray]

((She goes by 'Trish', actually, though nobody would know that yet. And I've been out all day! I was also waiting for RenRen to post just so that she'd have a chance to get some words out. Other boards that I post at like to observe an A, B, C roulette so nobody feels like they couldn't get a word in. XD))

Tricia glanced at the man, Bryce, who had begun mumbling and cursing as he woke from the wall. She turned her attention back to Faye the moment that the girl spoke, however, feeling her uneasiness creeping up a few levels.

"Tall... man?" She was torn between disbelief and fear. "Couldn't the police have taken care of him? Why are the soldiers clumping us together like this?" Surely a single man, even if he was deformed, couldn't murder an entire town's-worth of people?!

This was all a little too much.

She slumped back against the wall as Faye went to join her friends, not really listening to Mike or Gavin's ridiculous conversation. She glanced up at Mia, shaking her head and brushing the fringe of black hair from her eyes. "I'm having a really... really hard time with this."

She glanced back in Faye's direction, watching the girl wave her gun around. Her eyes widened and she went a little still. Then she shook her head quickly. "N...no thank you," she said, and then more quietly, "I'll be fine right here."


((eta: What's the deal on playing NPC soldiers, townies, Slenderman, etc?))

[Watson]

((OoG: Sorry guys, things have been really busy and I'm spreading myself a bit thin. I'll try hard to reintegrate Terrence now. xP))

Pondering over the weapons Mike had provided them, blue eyes flickering over the room in a calculating manner, Terrence turned to his friends for help.

In all his life, he had only ever seen guns, and never fired one himself. Seeing them in person and available for him was a new experience. Usually, he'd only been exposed to the idea of The Tall One's victims using guns to try and ward him off...

...Or worse, to try and take an easier way out than die by The Tall One's hand...

He reached a bony, pale hand down towards a pistol, unkowingly picking out a high caliber Magnum for himself. He turned to Faye, Mike, and the rest of the group, seeming unsure of himself.

"W-would this be an appr-appropriate weapon, g-guys?" For the first time, his white as sheet cheeks were flushed with color of embarrassment.

[raelyn]

Faye leaned in over the gun Terrence was holding, examining it closely while Terrence still held it. She looked up at him, nose inches from the gun. "Looks like a good gun, this should be ok--" she stopped talking suddenly. Is...is he embarassed? Faye grinned bemusedly, then said, "This gun should be okay."

Still grinning, she ran a hand over her blonde, ruffled hair, pale skin even more washed out under the flourescent factory lights. Her eyes fell upon Tricia, who was looking over at a man, who seemed to be just coming back to conciousness. Nudging Jake, she said, "Hey, I'mma go talk to the new people."

Slinging the gun over her shoulder, she pushed through the crowd, nearly getting trampled a few times. Finally reaching the crates on which Mia and Trish were sitting, she raised her eyebrows, nodding her head towards the man, who seemed to be looking for something in his pockets. "Either of you guys seen him before? He looks really freaked out..."

[bionic madman]

David oggled at all the weapons, it took him a while to notice that he was drooling. he quickly wiped it away and closed his mouth, crap i hope no one saw that. He quickly went over to where the sniper rifles were stocked. "where is it, crap i hope they got one. yes! here it is." he then pulled out an m14 ebr. he quickly field striped it. "yep shes in perfect condition. I've gotten more kills with one of these is higher then the grim reaper's gotten in his whole career." He then looked at each member of his group that was here, Mike was eyeing his new mini that he's probably gonna want to mount on the truck, Faye was checking out a FAMAS - man i love it when i see a chick that knows how to handle a firearm. - at terrence who was asking about a random pistol he picked out, "that one looks like it might have a little to much kick for ya to handle," he hen picked up a 9mm glock and passed it to terrence "here this one might be a little easier to use. the magazines for it are over there." He then grabed a bunch of walkie talkies and passed them out, "here guys never now when we might need these."

((the reason i haven't posted much today is because i sleep during the day and later on i might go record stupid crap with some friends))

[Magus00]

((Haha, no worries. I don't expect people to be as bored as I am during the day.))

Mike caught Dave drooling just a little bit. "Hahaha, that was my reaction too, sir. Good call on the 9mm, but Terrance..." Mike tossed the Mag back at him, "...hold on to it...just in case." With a wink, he undid his pack and started piling ammo for all these weapons into it.

"Your truck got a place to mount good ol' Juliana here? Even my arms 'll get tired trying to hold this thing for too long."

For the first time, he noticed Trish.

"Looks like we got ourselves a party crasher. Oh well, more the merrier!"

[Dray]

((Here ya go!

Name: Tricia Muunz
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: Short, cherub face, black hair that is cut quite short to the back of her neck but grows longer to frame her round face. Bangs. Brown eyes. Just a little pudgy, but in a shapely sense. Likes to wear black and grey, sometimes green. Currently in a pair of grey sweatpants, green long-sleeve T, black zip-up hoodie, and white runners. Looks like a city girl.
Items/Weapons/Abilities: A dark green 2009 Honda CRV, an iPhone, a bottle of pepper-spray and a tiny swiss army knife on her keychain. The first two aren't much use when she's on foot and has no reception, unfortunately. Possesses a couple of changes of clothes, a sand bag, and emergency supplies in the back of her vehicle. Various luggage.
Bio: Just at traveler-through. She works as an art director for a relatively large magazine/website dealing with higher end living. Happened to stop in town to fill up on gas, on the way to her grandparents funeral.
))

Trish caught sight of Faye approaching, and noted how the others parted before her. "I, ah," she looked at Bryce again, and shook her head. "I think he'd been passed out nearby, at least as long as I was waiting along the wall." His own state of panic didn't really help Tricia out all that much. So intent was she on the question, at least for the moment, that she didn't notice Mike's attention.

[GerkinMcGrimley]

Gavin kept looking over all the guns and wanted to take about 10. Then he realized he'd gotten sidetracked. They had to be ready to make a run for it to stay alive. He picked up a pistol and gave it to Tricia.

"It doesn't look like you care for guns but desperate times call for desperate measures. I'm Gavin by the way." he smiled and turned around. She looked like a shy person and he didn't want to be blunt or upfront.

"Alright guys as much as I love to look at guns....seriously. We need to get back on track. There's a monster coming here to kill us and we need to get our a**** out of here."

[GerkinMcGrimley]

((sooooooo..... where is everyone. Everyone shows up about now usually))

[Magus00]

((I was trying to follow Trish's recommendation and waiting for others. I got another Hockey game to see tonight so just drag me along, it is cool.))

[Watson]

Placing one hand on top of the gun, and holding it by the trigger with the other, the big man observed all it's features, familiarized himself with it, then grabbed a holster and placed it there, looking and feeling nervous. His vision swam for a moment.

'Dammit...'

Turning and puttering off to where the rest of the ragtag band had collected again, he glanced his blue eyes over the two newcomers, Trish and Bryce. He smiled lightly, his thin lips curling uneasily.

He extended his hand for Trish and spoke softly, as his throat had adjusted to doing. "Hello...g-glad to meet you..." His lanky frame and long hair were sharply contrasting to Trish's overall short, stout appearance. He shrugged kindly.

"I-I like making n-n-new friends here..."

[GerkinMcGrimley]

((look guys i've brought it up ninety times or so now and i'll say it again. WE GOTTA LEAVE THE FACTORY. Tyran wrote a few pages ago that slendy is coming. How do our characters live when slendy shows up huh? Slendy will kill everyone. That's what he does))