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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 14.July.15, 8:07 PM | Message # 1 |
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| July 14, 1978 Piisgah, North Carolina
They've officially shut down the school. News and Media Outlets show up to my hospital room at all hours of the day, I wish they'd all just leave me alone. Don't they understand that...that...that all my friends are dead? I cant close my eyes without seeing their faces, screaming, begging for me to help them, I...I should have died with them. I shouldn't be alive.
We were just doing a stupid prank, we graduated, we were going to our different colleges in the fall, we wanted to play one last, stupid prank on the highschool that had been our hell for four years. Now it will be their hell forever...it should be mine too. What I saw, I can't even explain. It was an overwhelming darkness, just permeated throughout the school. It overwhelmed us, such awful noises, shrieks and screams. It was suffocating, and even before they started attacking, it felt like we were gonna die. Through the light on our phones...we...we tried to find the exit, but it was nowhere. It felt like we were someplace else entirely, not the school anymore. Then Alice got snatched, her face full of terror, and her scream echoed for minutes. And everyone began disappearing, one after the other, and then there were three of us. George, Yates, and me. We could see the door, it was a hundred feet away, but everything was crowding in around us. We sprinted. I heard George fall but I didn't turn around. My name in his screams will haunt me forever. Yates was holding my hand, and I remember thinking if I got out of this alive I would marry him. And then my arm jerked.
I whirled around to find Yates suspended in mid-air, hanging as if on a crucifix, his arms thrown wide, blood falling from his palms. He twitched once and exploded. I'm not joking...he exploded. I felt his blood splash all over me, and I couldn't even scream. All I saw were the horrible monsters that had been behind him: enormous, gruesome beasts not of this world. I turned and ran.
Now I'm here, alive. They haven't found any bodies, and I think they think I killed them all. I feel like I did...I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them.
I should be with them.
Reagan Woods was found hanging from the ceiling of her hospital room the next week, marking all of the infamous Pisgah Six dead. Since then, Pisgah High School has been closed to everyone, forgotten and abandoned for 37 years. Today marks the anniversary of their deaths and a group of friends from the new Pisgah High School (teasingly nicknamed PJ for Pisgah Jr.) want to celebrate their recent graduation by spending the night in the haunted high school. You are part of that group, adequately named the New Pisgah Six.
(Everyone is limited to one character, in hopes that everyone active on the site currently will join. If not everyone joins, I will fill in the remaining characters.)
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Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 10:50 PM | Message # 1901 |
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| Raven was exhausted, barely hanging on to answer the questions the officers had thrown at her. Where was Mickey though?
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 10:50 PM | Message # 1902 |
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| Garret approached the other's quietly, taking Raven's hand. "She's not here. We just...we should just head home." He said quietly. He held up Mickey's keys that he had conveiniently found in his pocket. All the more reason to believe she didn't want to be found.
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| Raz | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 10:53 PM | Message # 1903 |
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I walk off on my own, I needed to know what Mickey was going to tell me when we were in my room.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 10:55 PM | Message # 1904 |
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| Mort looked at Garrett and said "We'll find her...but..." He slowly smiled "I actually...I actually want to go home for once"
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| Equinox | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 10:57 PM | Message # 1905 |
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| I sighed. Guess she just wanted to go home. I don't blame her. "I think we should all just go home, then."
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 10:58 PM | Message # 1906 |
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| Raven shook her head. "Who's going to drive?"
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:01 PM | Message # 1907 |
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| "I will." Garret said. As they walked to Mickey's car, all of their phones dinged. Garret drew his phone out of his pocket, reading quietly.
I'm not coming home. Please don't come looking for me. I'm sorry. I love you all.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Equinox | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:04 PM | Message # 1908 |
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| All I could do after reading the message was just stare at it. A few heavy huffs from my nose came in and out, while all I did was shift my mouth a bit, unable to find the appropriate emotion for this message. I really couldn't find words to say either, until I found the right emotions.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:06 PM | Message # 1909 |
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| Raven stared at the text for a moment before quickly replying.
Mickey, please. Don't be mad at yourself for what happened. We love you.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:14 PM | Message # 1910 |
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| Mac's phone buzzed individually. I know you're mad, and I don't deserve to explain myself, but what I did...what he did to me...I don't want that burden on you. I'm sorry. I love you so much. After that, no ones' phones buzzed again. Garret's hands trembled as he tried to comprehend it. Mickey wasn't coming back. Mickey, the heart and soul...gone.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Equinox | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:21 PM | Message # 1911 |
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| I contemplated her next text for a moment. I need to get one last message to her before she cuts me off forever.
I'm not angry, I understand you abandoning me for being a terrible boyfriend. I definitely couldn't begin to understand what you're going through. I'm sure you'll find someone better, who can understand you and be a better friend for you. Love you, good luck.
Angry at myself? Maybe.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:27 PM | Message # 1912 |
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| Raven slowly placed her phone in her pocket and continued walking, face stoic. There was once six friends, bonded together by friendship and love. Now there were only five, broken and empty.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:28 PM | Message # 1913 |
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| Garret looked at Mac quietly and put a hand on his shoulder.
Mickey stared at her phone. She was a hundred miles away, she had never ran so fast and she couldn't stop reading Mac's text. That wasn't anything of what she was feeling but...she had to let him believe it. She couldn't go back, she couldn't face the others, not after what she had done to them. She pressed her forehead against the tree, trying to quell the sobs wracking her body. "I'm sorry," she whispered to the night. "I'm so sorry."
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:29 PM | Message # 1914 |
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| Mort gritted his teeth as he clenched his fist around his phone. Like hell he was going to just let her hide like this.
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| Equinox | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:38 PM | Message # 1915 |
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| "I think it's time we all just go home. It's for the best." I looked around at the four of us still present.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:40 PM | Message # 1916 |
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| Garret nodded and got in the car.
(Okie dokie everyone, gather round, gather round, as Mother Naru proposes something fun and exciting. A two year time skip! The remaining five have firmly established themselves as demon hunters, an elite group of hunters employed by big companies and governments threatened by the newly emerged demon race wreaking havoc upon the world. At first it was chaos, a lot of fear, a lot of death, and it took a lot of persuasion and hard work but eventually people were calmed and contained safely while the demon menace was quelled with the help of the original five, the loyal lower level demons with the help of Jessie, and a mysterious solo hunter who works mainly with the power of deadly black flames. Now it's calming down and the five are able to follow leads to buildings being burnt to crisps in the dead of night with no rhyme or reason, trying to find their missing friend, but no luck. The trail always runs cold within miles of the destruction site. And so that is where we will open: Garret, Scott, and Mac arriving at the recently destroyed building, communicating with Raven and Mort back at home base through headsets. The building is still burning, and there's a possibility Mickey is still there. How does that sound to you all?)
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:41 PM | Message # 1917 |
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| Raven got in the car. Mickey's disappearance unhinged all of them, and she was glad she had spoken her feelings to Garret. If she didn't, she would have volunteered herself into some therapy.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:43 PM | Message # 1918 |
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| (ILLLLLLDDD)
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| Raz | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:43 PM | Message # 1919 |
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| (I'm fine with it.)
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:44 PM | Message # 1920 |
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| (ahem, excuse my late post.  )
(I'm up for it.)
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:44 PM | Message # 1921 |
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| (That sounds interesting)
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| Equinox | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:46 PM | Message # 1922 |
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| (You know I'm up for it.)
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:51 PM | Message # 1923 |
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| (Woohoo let's begin)
Garret pulled up in front of the burning building, watching the black flames thrash around wildly. There were demons inside, running, screaming, a mob group they had been tracking for weeks...and she had found them first. Burnt them to a crisp. Or burning them. He scanned the building. "She has to still be here," he said quietly, looking at Scott and Mac. "There's no way she'd leave before she knew all of them were dead."
Mickey grabbed the leader by his throat, hefting the squealing pig into the air. She had heard his plans, attacking the home base of the Demon Hunters, they had been monitoring their rotations for weeks, just as Mickey had been monitoring this shit mob's rotations. She sneered and set him on fire before kicking him through the window. She stalked forward, watching him fall, and then her eyes rose. She saw the jeep and froze, her blood running cold. They were here...Garret...Scott...Mac. She saw him, saw his eyes, made eye contact. She trembled. Fighting the urge to run to him and apologize, she turn and fled. She had to get out of here.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:56 PM | Message # 1924 |
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| Raven propped her feet up on the table, humming quietly to herself as she listened in. Time and time again, she found herself looking at the photo hey had taken together. The time where it was only 6 and not 5. She twirled around in the chair, looking up at the ceiling.
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 11:58 PM | Message # 1925 |
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| "Are the civilians out of the building?" Mort asked as he looked on with headsets. This was so not his style, he's more of the direct kind of guy, heck that's how he got the lower levels on their side. Speaking of, to his left, Jessie was standing next to him. She was wearing way more conservative clothes compared to what he had seen her wear earlier, however he's just happy she survived.
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