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vatheon2012-03-27 04:15 pm
thalassino) wrote in vatheon2012-03-27 04:15 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- akihiko sanada,
- akise aru,
- amane kuzuryu,
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- aradia megido,
- axel,
- bad girl,
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- billy iketani,
- bugs bunny,
- chie satonaka,
- ciel phantomhive,
- cielo,
- conan edogawa (shinichi kudo),
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- duzell,
- expatriate darkleer,
- gamzee makara,
- gankyuu eguriko,
- grell sutcliff,
- guy cecil,
- heather mason,
- ion,
- italy (feliciano vargas),
- jacob,
- james sunderland,
- kanaya maryam,
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- ky kiske,
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- mishina eikichi,
- mitsuhide akechi,
- morte asherah,
- muraki kazutaka,
- pharos,
- ran mouri,
- red heavy,
- red medic,
- reisuke houjou,
- riku,
- rinoa heartilly,
- ruca milda,
- sebastian michaelis,
- shelly greenhill,
- shizuo heiwajima,
- squall leonhart,
- tiir rumibul,
- tsuzuki asato,
- yosuke otoha,
- yukari takeba,
- yuno gasai,
- zelda (ocarina of time)
Life's no fun without a good scare
It starts some time around 3am, Tuesday morning. Thin whispers of fog start appearing all throughout Vatheon, creeping through the narrow, winding streets, up the steps, and over the park. It starts in the lower district, but as the night progresses and daylight approaches, it spreads to the other districts as well, growing thicker and thicker as it does. By the morning rolls around, the mist is thick enough that visibility has been compromised greatly, and the temperature seems to have dropped a few degrees, an odd chill filling the air.
And on the walls, there are stains.
They are infrequent at first, just a odd ruddy brown smear and a oddly bright red drop here and there, but the closer to the Plaza, the more numerous they become. There is a large smear across the steps leading up to the Plaza, as if something big was dragged up them. In one place the blood -- for it is blood, there is no deny it at this point -- pools thickly as if whoever was responsible took a casual break there, leaving the poor victim to bleed out on the steps.
On the plaza, the mist is thinner, but that is no relief. Rather, it just functions to make the gruesome scene all the more clearer.
A woman is draped upside down on the coral. Or, well, woman. It was once a woman, certainly, but now it is nothing more than something straight out of a nightmare. The flesh seems to have been torn carelessly from her limbs here and there, showing the white gleam of her bones, her nurse outfit torn as if raked apart by giant claws and her head...
well, it isn't there anymore.
The ground in front of her is smeared with blood as well. But where the previous smears had been accidental, these are deliberate, long lines curving and meeting to spell out
But no help had been forthcoming, clearly. No, it seems that this murder, this brutal murder, was nothing more than a game to whoever did it. The walls of the buildings surrounding the plaza are coated in bloody, spelling out a long string of mocking 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA's and directly in the center, behind the coral.
The notice board seems to have been hit too. The killer did not tear down any of the notices on the board already, but they did cover the entire board with blood-stained sheets of paper, each adorned with the same text over and over and over again.
Chop chop, sweet Charlotte
Chop chop till she's dead
Chop chop, sweet Charlotte
Chop off her hand and head.
For those brave enough to check, no, the poor girl still has both her hands. Was the killer just sloppy, or does this mean this is not Charlotte? So many unanswered questions, more born every passing moment.
Who had done this? Why? Where they going to strike again? And why had nobody heard anything?
[ooc note: Consider this your mingle log. Have fun, go forth, threadjack.
And as a further note, the fog does not seem to be clearing up as the week goes on.
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He wasn't sure he wanted to find out.]
It means that whoever - or whatever - this is isn't finished.
[And though the Cragmites were cunning, this was a little too cunning, even for someone like Tachyon. The Lombax leans over the body, inspecting the wounds further, ignoring the feel of blood on his gloves for a moment to do his job properly.]
The fact that it's a nurse at all is troublesome. Someone is definitely trying to scare us, that's for sure.
Threadjack! Hope you don't mind~
[Zelos had been standing a slight bit away, examining the scene, and he couldn't help but overhear the conversation even from that distance due to his crystal.]
I think she's a local. If that's the case, then the scare might not be meant for us, but for the other people from this world that live here. it's just a guess though.
[All that blood. It's rattling. The Chosen clenches his jaw briefly, fighting back old memories.]
Or it could just be the work of a psycho. I wonder if the hospital has a psych ward...
Go for eet bby
There's any number of reasons for an attack on a nurse.
[he thought a moment, crouched down next to the body.]
Though I'm not 100% sure of any of them, so I can't say.
Fine by me too!
I'd like to think they--it--just hasn't gotten to us yet. We need to be vigilant. And if they're willing to take out our medical staff first...
[He didn't like this.]
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[Jade seemed to think on that, then frowned.]
If it does, this lady will be poorly fit without a head, unless we regenerate parts when we die.
However, if that is true...
[Jade trailed off, silent and pensive as he stared at the gory mess.]
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Are you saying we're immortal? How is that even possible? Someone is laying dead right in front of us, how do they just 'come back'?
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[Jade checks the body over, seeming only cold and professional as he inspected the wounds down through the muscles and tissues, toward the white bone that peeked out in different places.]
The lack of her head is a tad disconcerting, but I would assume it would be to erase her identity. No identity means the attacker could be picking random victims or has a set list of people he's going after.