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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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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:10 AM | Message # 1951 |
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| Mickey looked up, seeing Scott. Her eyes were red from tears, her chin and arm coated with blood from where she bit herself. "I'm sorry..." She whispered.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:15 AM | Message # 1952 |
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I shake my head, "There is nothing to be sorry about, we understand." I say gently as I look her in the eyes. I had gotten used to talking in this tone to panicked civvies throughout the two years of my investigation work.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:16 AM | Message # 1953 |
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| "I didn't...I couldn't...I hurt you all," she whispered.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:18 AM | Message # 1954 |
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"All pains are healed in time, and now we have only one, we all miss you dearly."
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:21 AM | Message # 1955 |
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| Mickey whimpered, hitting her head repeatedly against the wall behind her. Her hand throbbed, blood still sliding across her arm and over her legs. Two years...it's been two years.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:23 AM | Message # 1956 |
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I saw the blood, "Christ mate, let me patch that up." I say, reaching into my satchel and pulling out a Medical Kit.
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| Equinox | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:25 AM | Message # 1957 |
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| I simply sat against the wall and listened. Once he convinces her to come back with us, I'm just gonna leave. I'll still do my job of putting out the building with a storm, but it's probably for the best that I'm not around to set off anymore feelings.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:27 AM | Message # 1958 |
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| Mickey looked at him quietly; she had finally lost. She didn't know what feelings were warring around inside her but most of it felt like fear. She held out a shaky hand. Her hand and arm were covered in similar bite marks, attesting to the fact this wasn't the first time she had done this. "Where's Mac?" She asked quietly.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:28 AM | Message # 1959 |
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| Garret sighed impatiently. "I wish they'd turn their radios back on."
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:31 AM | Message # 1960 |
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I make an example of turning my head to look at the door then looked back at her and quickly tilted my head towards the door. I open my med kit an start taking out supplies to take care of the wounds.
Persona Non Grata
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:32 AM | Message # 1961 |
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| Mickey looked at the door quietly and then back down at her hand. "I'm sorry," she said again quietly.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:34 AM | Message # 1962 |
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I start patching her up, "We're just worried about you."
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:35 AM | Message # 1963 |
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| She said nothing else, just watching him work.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:40 AM | Message # 1964 |
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| "You're not the only one." Raven agreed with Garret as she waited.
It's time.
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| Equinox | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:42 AM | Message # 1965 |
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| Sounds like it's going fine, I think it's time I take my leave. I stood up, and began heading towards the stairs to the roof.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:46 AM | Message # 1966 |
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I looked at the door as I heard Mac leaving and waited a few seconds to be sure he's outside of ear shot, "You don't intend to stay do you?" I say as I turn back to Mickey.
Persona Non Grata
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:48 AM | Message # 1967 |
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| Mickey stared at her bandaged hand. "I'm going to try...but I don't think...I will succeed."
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:49 AM | Message # 1968 |
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"Alright, I understand, but I want you to do something if I help you get outta here. I have a friend I want you to visit occasionally, she'll take care of you." I say as I continue working on her wounds, though I should be nearly finished on her arms.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:51 AM | Message # 1969 |
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| Mickey looked up at him. "Who is she?"
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:52 AM | Message # 1970 |
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| (I'm sorry guys I had a monster at like 10 I can't sleep)
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:54 AM | Message # 1971 |
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| (I'm not sleepy anyways. Since we're not sleepy, Numbers?)
Raven propped up her feet on the table, turning impatient now.
It's time.
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| Equinox | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:56 AM | Message # 1972 |
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| (And this is why mort is behind the consoles instead of out here with us. He has enough of a life not to be up at the middle of the night roleplaying.)
I turned my headset on again. "Scott's got this under control, I'm leaving." I pushed open the metal door with my demon arm, absorbing the electricity and the ball itself.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:58 AM | Message # 1973 |
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| (Oooooooh harsh)
Garret walked up to him. "You're going to come back right? She won't stay if you aren't there," he said, stopping Mac temporarily.
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| Raz | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 1:58 AM | Message # 1974 |
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"I've been spending time exploring Japan, found lots of spirits and such, Yokai, whatever. She's a Kitsune who was assisting me in my investigations, she owes me a bunch of favors so I'll just tell her to take care of you as a favor. Her name is Torikku, she's a bit of a smartass." I say
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| Narutard | Date: Sa, 19.September.15, 2:02 AM | Message # 1975 |
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| Mickey looked down and nodded. "Okay."
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