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| Fugue | Jan 23 2012, 08:29 AM Post #1 |
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Platform 8 Register for this RP here! Registration status: OPEN Profiles and Summary Discussion Thread ---------------- On February 14th, 2067, the world received news from top polar scientists that a meteor would hit the polar ice caps, shattering them and drowning the planet. For ten years, humanity rushed to find a way to save the planet. Coming up short, there were two solutions: find a new planet, or move humanity upwards to avoid the flood. Those that fleed the planet in search of a new home were called Pioneers, and left the planet in large space ships called Arks. The rest of humankind were forced to find a way to avoid the incoming flood. A scientist by the name of Andor Rigel came up with three self-sustaining plans to save as much of humanity as possible: the satellite plan, the Platform plan, and the Floatilla plan. The Satellite plan involved space stations set up to follow the rotation of the globe, orbiting at a relative speed to the planet's spin consistently as to not crash into one another. The Platform plan, the most prolific of the three, involved massive megacity-like platforms that would be raised 30 feet above estimated water levels after the melt of the ice caps. These would be sustained by their own climate control screens and systems. The third, the floatilla plan, involved creating floating islands. This third plan was thought never to have come to fruition due to the sudden death of Andor a couple months before the meteor's estimated time of arrival. On June 12th, two weeks before the final platform was built, the meteor hit the ice caps. This was a whole month before the estimated time of arrival, and 3/4ths of the population of Earth would be wiped out. The day would be known to many as the Day of Noah, as people fleed to the fourty platforms and twenty-thousand shuttles to the satellite stations located across the planet. Around fourty years have passed since that day, and the climate has finally settled on the planet. While the satellites have stagnated and continued operations the same since Day 1, the platforms expanded, creating roads and megabridges connecting them all together across the globe to establish trade. The planet, although flooded, had survived and was once again thriving in a new form. However, there is something festering beneath the surface of the post-apocalyptic utopia of the platforms. People seem to be dying left and right. The biggest problem is the phenomena that nobody recognizes the corpses. It's as if they were stricken off the records and removed from the memories of the people; however, their bodily possessions indicate they did live nearby. People began to call these corpses "husks." On October 23rd, 2098, the Stonecreek Mall in Section 7, the shopping section on Platform 8, suddenly went dead, filled entirely with husks. About two hundred husks were found inside the mall. Panic began to strike the citizens of Platform 8. People tried to schedule a transfer to another platform, attempting to escape from what they believed to be an unknown threat. The panic caused the local government to react. With the help of the Mayor, they established Horizon, a company devoted entirely to researching the Husk phenomena and developing a way to combat it. Due to its nature, the people working in the company keep no contact with the outside world, living in apartments located near the base floors of the giant skyscraper. People began to notice only government officials entering and leaving the building. Nobody else went in or came out. After ten years, the husks seemingly disappeared from the eyes of the citizens, and everything seemed to return to normal. Little did they know that the problem was just as bad as it was on that 23rd of October... It is September 2nd, 2110, and the first day of school for Ordon High School in Section 18. The school had been finished during the summer, and everyone, including the staff, is new. You are a teacher, student, or faculty member of this school. Regardless of your position, you will be dragged into the mystery of the Husks against your own will. And the mystery of the husks goes much deeper than it initially appears... ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Welcome to Platform 8! Hello, and welcome to Platform 8, the biggest and most prominent platform in the network! We pride ourselves in being the largest and most successful platform to date. Platform 8 started out estimated to be the size of what used to be the city of New York but has since expanded to the estimated size of what was once the state of New Jersey. The best part is...we're still expanding, and we're looking for more citizens to make the best platform even better! Platform 8 is divided into 20 sections, each with its own purpose. Section One is devoted to our trade and commerce with other platforms. Before it was only used for storage and access to the platform, Mr. Antony Williams decided it would be the perfect hub for trade relations. To this date, Mr. Williams is the second most successful person on the planet, shortly behind Anto J'zalli, creator of the Web that spans the globe and connects all our platforms together. Sections two through four are designated for natural land. Section 2 is our farmland where all food that isn't made through matter converters is grown and harvested. Section 3 is the wildlife refuge, where we keep the surviving species for repopulation should we figure out how to fix our planet to the way it once was. Section 4 is our designated park, perfect for hiking or spending the weekend in relaxation. Section Five, our technical center, is where all our maintenance systems are located. It's thanks to the people here that we are safely suspended above the dangerous waters and kept in safe weather conditions should they take a turn for the worse. The head of staff at Section Five, Jeremy West, has been looking for ways to improve on our system so that we may emulate the weather of the seasons year round. Sections Six, Eight, Twelve, Fourteen, and Eighteen are all residential and school districts. It is here that we foster growth for the next generations of Platform 8 and keep our people comfortable and happy. Each area has a different focus: Section Six is housing for our maintenance and mechanical staff. Section Eight is housing for our many Section 7 workers. Sections Twelve, Fourteen and Eighteen have differing levels of schooling as well as housing for families. Section Seven is our commercial shopping sector. You can literally buy just about anything in this section: from clothes to security drones, Section Seven will have anything and everything you could ever want. Filled with friendly employees at every shop, Section Seven is considered the biggest shopping sector in the forty platforms, a title we're incredibly proud of. Sections Nine through Eleven are reserved for our corporate offices. Section Ten, nicknamed the Horizon Section, is where our local government offices are located and the famous Horizon building where most of our safety and defense research takes place. We strive to make Platform 8 not only the best but the safest platform on the planet. Section Thirteen is our technologies department, the birthplace of the Mag Rail. It is here that we create the newest and most advanced technologies to make your life easier. Drones, House LI's, Matter converters, and many other new devices are created and improved here. On the subject of the Mag Rail, it is the fastest, most reliable method of public transit across the platform. Topping at 150 miles per hour, the Mag Rail utilizes AntiGrav lifts and propels itself using a single, poweful magnetic rail. The transit system has many trams that run throughout the entire platform, carrying over 20,000 people per every 2 hours on average. Section Fifteen is dubbed the Workshop. Here all the repairs are done on our maintenance equipment as well as organization for work on the entire platform. From construction crews to plumbers, this section is the grease that keeps the wheels of our platform spinning! Sections Seventeen and Nineteen are our recreation sectors. Section Seventeen hosts a ton of natural and sport-like activites, from Gravball stadiums to ski resorts. It is home of our Platform's gravball team, the Eights, who are currently undefeated this season. Go Eights! Section Nineteen is home to our amusement and big entertainment, such as movie theaters and studios and amusement parks. If you are looking for fun vacation activities, this is the section to go to! Section Twenty is considered one of our most important sections. Jutting out from the rest of the platform, Section Twenty houses the shuttles that transport food and supplies to our Station friends up in space. They depend on us and other platforms to provide for them while they themselves do high-end research and spatial communications with the people who left around sixty years ago on the Arks. We hope you enjoy your visit to Platform 8 and consider becoming a citizen of our great platform! ---------------- Sometimes it's better to just disappear off the face of existence if it means protecting those dear to you... |
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| Fugue | Jan 23 2012, 08:31 AM Post #2 |
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BGM Music: Finding Beauty [Craig Armstrong] Platform 8: a bustling utopia of survival. The apocalyptic waters that overtook the planet could not stop them from continued existence. Platform 8 is the paramount example of this. Nearing the size of a small state, Platform 8 houses almost a quarter of the remaining population that stayed on the planet. Any trade or space exports would eventually see its way through Platform 8's shipping center, Section 1. But Platform 8 was far from perfect. Crime and disaster still ran rampant. With the introduction of the E.R.D. system in place (Emergency Response Drones), accident and disaster mortality rates plummeted. Doctors trained in the best facilities on Platform 12 would populate Section 9, the Medical sector. Here the citizens and workers would receive the best treatment available. Section 10, while containing the Horizon building and the Mayor's office, also contained the Military Police H.Q. The MPs were considered top tier protection for the platform. However, despite the fall of Husk activity over the recent years, there were still a few that would pop up on occasion all over the platform. Seldom would they be accompanied by a "friend" or "loved one" that would claim they were related or knew the person. However, as with all husks, no evidence would be found proving their existence. These people would normally be questioned and psychologically tested before being returned to society. To this day, no person who claimed relation to a husk has ever been diagnosed as mentally unstable. However, the husks themselves would be but the surface of the issue they belied. Some believed the number of husks was not diminishing; they were merely disappearing from the public eye. Whether this was by some sort of intervention of the Military Police or the work of Horizon was to be seen. Some witnesses claim seeing a mysterious figure with a gun and a long blade lurking about when a husk was initially spotted. Minutes later when the Military Police arrived to the scene, no husk was found; only a pile of dust and a small cross resting atop it would mark that something odd had happened there. The majority of the populace on the platform would be blissfully unaware of what was truly happening. However, a small group of people at the new Ordon High School would find their lives turned upside down as they were forcefully dragged into the secret conflict surrounding the husks... ---------------- DAY 1: 9:00 AM, an hour into school Ordon High School is pretty typical for most high school buildings on the platform: a single four-story building with plenty of grass and blacktop for sports. The basement of this school would contain the gym, and the second level basement would contain a gravball court. First level would contain the cafeteria and faculty offices, second level Liberal Arts, third level Math and Sciences, and fourth level extended studies and extracurricular activities. Classes started at 8:00 AM, but due to it being the first day students would head to their homeroom for ten minutes before heading to the Gym for the opening ceremonies and speeches. Now released, students had to make their way to classes. ---------------- Michael slammed his locker shut and hurried off towards his class, books in bag and arms clutched around his chest nervously. His shoulders were raised and his neck craned downward, making him seem smaller than he actually was. His face betrayed his fearful emotion. He was constantly glancing back and forth, as if on the lookout for something. Due to his lack of attention to where he was actually headed he would often run headfirst into another student, knocking over what they were carrying. He'd quickly apologize before dashing around the student, normally receiving glares and a few curt expletives before he was out of view once more. After nearly tripping his way up the stairwell to the second floor, he found what he was looking for: his Language Arts class. A glance into the room revealed not many students had made it, and the teacher still had yet to arrive. A look of relief washed over his features as he relaxed, a goofy grin adorning his face as he reached for the door's handle to walk into the classroom. But before he could enter into the classroom, a hand grabbed his hood and dragged him over to the wall. A taller boy, looking a couple years older and built like an athlete, had grabbed Michael by the scruff of his neck and held him up against the wall. "Well look what we have here..." the older boy jeered. "Just when I thought I got out of Bridgemount and got to a husk-free school, I see your scraggly-little ass mopin' through the halls. Well I got news for ya...I'm on to you, Corpse Boy. I know you've got some sort of secret. It's why people have so many rumors about you and the damn things. And I'm not gonna let it happen again." Michael squirmed, attempting to get out of the powerful grip of the older boy in vain. "I-I-I don't kn-know w-w-what you're t-talking about, Evan," he stuttered. "I-I just keep f-f-finding them, I-I don't mean t-to, I swear!" Evan didn't appear amused by the response. "Oh, you're really trying my patience, kid!" he growled. He raised his fist, drawing it back and preparing to hit Michael in the face. |
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| Lady | Jan 23 2012, 02:20 PM Post #3 |
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Elene was so excited to be in the school that she could just do cartwheels. In fact, that's exactly what she did. Without a care in the world she wheeled herself in the hallways, easily maneuvering around students that would sometimes toss out a few jokes and laughs her way. The energetic girl had no idea where her homeroom was nor where she was at the moment, but who cares? Its her first day of high school! After one more cartwheel she comes to a stop, spotting two boys a little ways from her. She assumed they were friends at first that would play around. But then she noticed the tougher boy reeling back a fist. "Uh-oh!," Elene called out in a sing-song before dashing behind the tough boy. Now one would normally grab the fist but that seemed a bit boring. Elene had something different in mind. She kicked her right foot back then swung it upwards. Aim for the jewels. Edited by Lady, Jan 24 2012, 05:24 PM.
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| Fugue | Jan 23 2012, 03:43 PM Post #4 |
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A few moments after Evan had readied for the hit, he stopped, cringing and coughing spittle all over Michael's face. He doubled over, dropping Michael and falling to the ground in the fetal position. Michael himself fell to the ground, sliding down the wall until he landed on his rear end. He glanced over to Evan, who was rolling around cursing in pain, and then back to Elene, who looked completely out of place with that grin on her face. He stood up, brushed off his pants, and in an unbelievably mature voice and demeanor, leaned over to whisper to her. "You should leave; when he gets back up he'll be looking for a target. Better you than me. I know I can take it." He leaned back, nodding, as Evan got up to his feet. "You bitch! I'm going to fucking murder you!" he roared, until Michael, who was back to his nervous, jittery self, stood in the way. "D-d-don't hurt her!" Michael stuttered, holding his arms out to protect the freshman. "She d-doesn't know what's going on!" Evan began to grin evilly, cracking his knuckles. "Oh? So you're saying you'll gladly take the blame for her and for the whole creepy Corpse Kid business?" Michael began to shudder violently, and gulped as he mustered up the courage to respond. Eventually, he nodded. Evan reeled up his fist again. "Oh, boy, kid, we're gonna have a lot of fun this year, trust me..." |
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| Caleigh | Jan 23 2012, 04:44 PM Post #5 |
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Caroline West's two-inch heels clicked against the hallway as she proceeded toward her English class-- upper level. First day of school, no biggy. The eleventh grader adjusted the flowing skirt she wore- which evened out into a wide elastic black band toward the top, showing off her curvy waist. A long-sleeved black hoodie was shrugged over her slender shoulders, topping off the turquoise colored top she wore tucked into the band of the skirt. A pale hand was lifted, her free hand, as the other was cradling a thick bookbag that slung over the same shoulder, offering a wave to a greeting to her left. The same hand was lifted again, moments later, at another greeting. A content smile curled Caroline's semi-full, red-stained lips, playing on the un-covered freckles that splayed across her nose. Four clips pulled individual, red-brown curls away from her face in a swooping motion over her forehead. Her smile faded when she witnessed Evan Surich threaten to clobber the well-known Husk-drawing Michael Straight (who, for the record, Caroline found intensely intriguing due to his death-drawing nature), and a frown curled her lips downward as Evan got knocked in the family jewels by some freshman. With little difficulty, the sixteen-year-old sped up her stride, free hand raising to reach for Evan's arm. "Hey! Leave the kid alone, or you may be the next he offs," Caroline said quickly, a bright grin flashing over her features- clearly a playful remark. "Come on, Evan, leave him be." Edited by Caleigh, Jan 23 2012, 04:45 PM.
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| Fugue | Jan 23 2012, 05:01 PM Post #6 |
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The newcomer wasn't expecting another Junior to show up. "Knock it off, Carry, the wimp won't hurt anyone if he knows they can fight back. I'm bettin' he's doin' this as some sorta prank or somethin'. My dad said that the MP's don't find husks anymore, just misplaced people." Whatever Caroline had done, she had attracted the attention of the other boy. Michael sighed, dropping to the floor, the situation nearly defused. ...up until a very dead-looking student trudged down the nearly empty hall, dark circles under his wide-open eyes and pale skin seeming almost out-of-place on his bright-colored, freshly clean clothes. Behind him trudged four other students, also looking rather morbid. ---------------- Throughout the halls, people had been complaining about a Junior picking on a Sophomore and buzz around the hallways excitedly mentioned a potential fight. Most of the teachers would shrug this off as here-say... |
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| Caleigh | Jan 23 2012, 05:34 PM Post #7 |
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Caroline offered Evan a wide grin, slipping her arm into his, leading the other junior away. Her eyes landed on Michael and his friend, however, twisting and wide with curiosity and interest. She paused, then, and stepped to the side as the morbid-looking students trudged down the hall. With a shiver, she lead Evan into their English class, detaching from him to take her seat, proceeding through the class rather effortlessly- inspecting her nails most of the time, unless asked questions. o x o David Webster had begun his class, a floor above the happenings in the Liberal Arts hallways, sporting a crisp white button up, a slate gray tie, slate gray pinstriped slacks, a black jacket, a black vest, and black shoes. He opened with a biology pun- something akin to "What do you call the leader of a biology gang? The nucleus! Ohoho!" Of course, this produced no laughter, but instead awkward coughs. Oh, well. |
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| Wings | Jan 23 2012, 07:06 PM Post #8 |
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It was a strange sight, to say the least, for any freshman in Mr. Anderson's class. His style was...unique, as proven by the scrawling text handwritten on an archaic chalkboard. Tobias always loved the sound and smell of chalkboards. It's a weird mix of chemically sterile and studious. Sort of how home used to be. Grinning to himself, he turned slowly to the class as they finished filling in. Scanning the crowd he noted a bizarre assortment of people. Some advanced freshman, some normal students. Day-in, day-out, the school remained the same and Tobias was growing accustomed to it. While technically this was the first day of teaching in this place, he had spent many hours ahead of time preparing in the room. "Erm..." he frowned softly before scanning his notes. Running a hand through his disheveled brown hair, he turned his gaze back upon the class. "I am Mr. Anderson." Pausing as if this was some sort of accomplishment, he sat for a moment before seeming to remember there was more. "This is English 302. If you are in the wrong place, please leave." He casually tossed the papers back on his desk before sighing lightly. "As we both are new to this, I hope we'll get along swimmingly. Regardless, I don't know you names and I may or may not remember them so just take that into account." The man walked out from behind his desk with a short stack of papers, lightly handing them to the nearest person before giving a vague gesture for them to pass it along. "This is a list of reading material. I don't care how you get it, paper or digital, just get it. Read it. Love it. Enjoy it." he paused then a short, but awkward smile flashed across his face. "Well, you don't have to enjoy it. The point is, you will be reading. And writing. Possibly talking, but definitely thinking. I expect you to know what I'm babbling on about when we discuss these books otherwise you WILL fail this class." Folding his arms loosely, Tobias moved to lean against his desk facing the class. The look on his face was one of practiced attention, like he was bored of repeating himself to someone who wasn't listening. "Any questions?" Edited by Wings, Jan 24 2012, 12:51 PM.
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| Lady | Jan 23 2012, 10:54 PM Post #9 |
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Elene curved her brows upwards as the scrawny boy whispered to her. She huffs then blinks as said boy went back into a stutter when he hopped to her defense. It was like hearing two different voices from the boy. Pulling herself out of her thoughts she sneers up at the bully-boy. "I'll be here aaall year!," she yelled over the Sophomore's shoulder, about to move to scuffle. But then her blue-ish green-ish eyes shift over to the Junior as she approached. "Is that your girl? Yeah... That's your g- Yeah you walk away!" Elene rose her fist towards him as they walked away then shot it up into the air for a 'victorious' arm pump before turning to the Sophomore. For the moment she seemed oblivious to the pale kids trudging down the hall. Is this what high school does to you? "I love first impressions," Elene stated with a tiny smile. "Anywho, I'm your Heroin Elene Rozequist." Still with her smile she lightly punches the boy's shoulder after ruffling her short, dirty blonde hair. "Don't get beat up or else I'm gonna beat you up." Edited by Lady, Jan 24 2012, 05:26 PM.
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| Fugue | Jan 24 2012, 09:58 AM Post #10 |
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Michael opened his mouth to say something to Elaine, but was interrupted by the "zombies" trudging by. He lowered his glasses, staring at them over the frames. His passive demeanor was once again gone, replaced by a self-confident, mature one once more. "Nice to meet you, Elaine. Now here's a question for you." He turned to face her, pushing his glasses up to his face and pointing behind him. A look of absolute seriousness and professionalism swept over his features. "Where do you think they're headed?" ----------------- Elsewhere in the school, an average looking boy walked through the halls. He then spotted what looked like a very lost Freshman. The poor girl looked like she was having a heart attack. Sauntering up to her like he owned the place, he leaned against the lockers. "Hey freshie. Having trouble?" The girl looked over to him nervously, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Yes! I need help from someone. Classes have already started, and there's nobody else in the halls I can turn to." Chest puffing with pride, the boy nodded. "I'm your man. What do you need?" The girl giggled, her voice laced with poison. "Well, I'm pretty hungry, and I'm just wondering if you'd be willing to help feed me..." The boy stared at the small girl, confused. Suddenly a look of horror swept over his features, and he tried to back away from the girl... ----------------- In Tobias' class, right as soon as he asked "Any questions?" three very pale looking students stood up and walked out of the room. Any interaction made with them resulted in the same: no response. The students suddenly started chattering about, commenting on how odd the whole situation was... ----------------- In David's class, two students suddenly fell out of their chairs, and then stood up, suddenly very pale as well. They left the classroom, as if in a daze... ----------------- Caroline had a very similar situation happen in her english class. The teacher suddenly stopped his lecture, paled, and left the room, followed by an equally pale student. The remaining students began to murmur or just left, muttering they'd rather go home than waste their time there. Evan turned to face Caroline. "Fuckin' told ya. Corpse kid. This has gotta be one of his shitty little stunts." He got up and left, running after the pale students. ----------------- All in all, the majority of students and staff did not seem drawn to the clearly odd situation, as if they weren't the slightest bit curious or didn't care. However, this situation was definitely odd, and might require some investigation... Edited by Fugue, Jan 24 2012, 03:46 PM.
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| Lady | Jan 24 2012, 03:56 PM Post #11 |
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Elene huffed and was about to lightly punch him in the shoulder again with, "Its not 'Elaine' its-" She pauses, her fist almost touching Michael's shoulder. Finally she notices the pale people. "Hm..." Pondering, she brings up a hand to rub her ear. "... Well it is the first day of school and they're probably lost- Ah crud, did class start already?" Elene frowns, turning her head away from the scene to glance to Michael.
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| Fugue | Jan 24 2012, 04:34 PM Post #12 |
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Michael turned back to her. "So you believe that a few students that look like zombies walking through school are perfectly normal." He then pointed at a few others walking out of the classroom Caroline had dragged Evan into. "And you think that's normal? They're leaving now, too." He turned to Elene, shrugging. "Oh well, Elaine. If you want to believe that, sure, go right ahead. I'm going to go take a look. But let me give you this warning: You follow me, you may not like what you see and there will be no turning back. You have every right to go find your classroom and forget this ever happened." He turned, following the other students with an undecided pace, adopting his passive, stuttering demeanor. |
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| Lady | Jan 24 2012, 05:21 PM Post #13 |
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"Well this is high school, isn't i-" Blinking, Elene looked to the classroom Michael had pointed to. After a moment of staring at the 'zombie' students she purses her lips in disturbed thought. She listened to Michael as he spoke, keeping her stare on the pale people. "No turning back, huh..." Elene muttered the challenge while turning the small silver ring on her little finger then quickly caught up with Michael in her own confident stride. "And its 'Ehl-een,'" she loudly whispered as she walked beside him. "What's your name?" Edited by Lady, Jan 24 2012, 05:28 PM.
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| Caleigh | Jan 24 2012, 05:46 PM Post #14 |
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Pursing her lips, Caroline pushed herself up from her desk. She shouldered her bookbag, following after many of her classmates. Her eyes found Michael and Elene, and brightened curiously. Heels clicked as she lengthened her strides to catch up with the pair, offering them bright smiles when she had. "So, did you do this, Husk Boy?" Her voice held no aggression - no mocking tone - but instead brimmed with interest and curiosity as she followed them. xox David Webster leaned up on the balls of his feet to witness some of his students fall from their seats, and then walk out. With his mouth open, ready to protest, he examined the remaining, not-so-pale students he had left. Then, he rose a finger. "This is a teachable moment, kids," he began. "Follow me! It's time to investigate! And, if you don't, you get detention." He promptly led the students, then, after the 'zombie' kids, his dress shoes click-clacking on the floor. Edited by Caleigh, Jan 25 2012, 07:31 AM.
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| Wings | Jan 24 2012, 06:37 PM Post #15 |
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As the paled people left his class, shambling a bit lifelessly, Tobias couldn't seem to tear his eyes away. It was like he was watching something from memory and it gripped him. Hard. Instinctively he moved to stop them but stopped mid-stride as he caught the eyes of one more fully. It was as if it was devoid. Of what, he couldn't tell, but it set him back on his heels as they shambled out silently. The door slowly shut behind him, leaving him staring at it as his class murmured softly amongst themselves. Eventually he seemed to shake himself free of the trance and turned back to his class. "Right..." he said slowly, reluctantly tearing his gaze from the shut door. "Despite our confused....friends, class continues. Luckily I have something to refocus you on what needs to be done." He absentmindedly sifted through some papers, his focus clearly not in the room with him. Quietly he handed a second sheet of paper to the closest student with the same vague gesture as before. "This is an introductory worksheet." His voice barely carried above the quiet, but audible, groan from the students. "It's not a graded sheet, but it will determine the amount of work the class has to do. Complete it to the best of your ability. There will be things you have not done. Guess." Tobias cleared his throat and sat heavily in his chair. The rather large room felt extremely small suddenly. He couldn't explain why, but the leavers were eating at his mind; a mind already distracted by other thoughts. Sighing mentally he began cleaning his desk, replaying the moment in his head. It felt like a memory when he had seen it, yet something more powerful than that. As the papers and folders vanished from the last of his last-second preparations, Tobias caught sight of his once-buried picture frame. In it sat three people: A mom, a dad, and a son. He knew instinctively who they were, what they were, but the names never came to mind. It was clear to him and anyone around him that the young boy was Tobias, but the adults... His eyes widened slightly as a brief connection formed in his mind. Standing up rather suddenly, he scanned the class before calmly walking out the door, shutting it softly behind him. The students had left some time ago, but he knew had to find them. Something was compelling him to seek them out again. Hunting for an answer to a question he wasn't even sure he had the words for. It didn't matter. His stride, already long due to his height, was hurried and determined. So much so that rounding a corner he nearly bowled into another teacher, leading what seemed to be his entire class on some sort of expedition. "Ah!" Stopping just in time, he skipped to the side to let inertia resolve before addressing the teacher. "Sorry. I didn't see where I was going." Tobias' apology fell out of his mouth in a rather hurried tone, unintentionally taking a rather informal tone infront of the students. |
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| Caleigh | Jan 24 2012, 07:04 PM Post #16 |
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David's brows raised and he came to a sudden halt, allowing a group of students to slam into him. The man rose a hand to run it through his salt-n-pepper hair, before offering a smile. "No biggy. Hey, did you have a bunch of kids walk out of your class?" His eyes were set on the direction the zombie kids had gone, brows furrowing in thought. "I don't really know what the deal was, but some kids of mine just fell out of their chairs, got really white in the face, and then just up and left." Edited by Caleigh, Jan 25 2012, 07:31 AM.
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| wolfang237 | Jan 25 2012, 12:44 AM Post #17 |
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Emeris didn't really bother with his homeroom. He had heard four introductions already, one even for his Senior year, so when the bell rang for their first period to start (as in beginning, not go-to), Emeris leaped off from his perch on the windowsill to cross the six feet of the hall to his first period room, Biology. ((I hope you don't mind, Caleigh, you said "[Some Science Subject]" and you also made the Nucleus joke. Figured we could just set it at that. If you don't want it set in stone then we can just say Science Class.)) The tall boy half-skipped half-jogged to a corner seat in the back of the classroom near the wall with windows, managing to avoid loud noises or bumping into desks or fellow students. He even managed to sit down the split second before the teacher, Professor Webster, turned around for the first time to address the class - which happened to be with a rather bland joke about gangs and nuclei. Emeris really didn't pay attention. He was in class, in his desk, and was working on getting his spiral and pencil out. He would spend the rest of the class gazing out the window, if he could manage it; in fact, just outside the window, Emeris spotted a possible climbing route up to the roof using an external ventilation shaft and the natural ledge-construction of the school. He had just finished imagining the full flight up the concrete/steel surface when the student next to him collapsed from her desk onto his lazily lowered arm and then down to the floor, jolting him from his day-dreaming and pulling his head around to ask if the girl was alright. He halted mid sentence, though, when the pale girl stood up, stared at him for a split second with empty eyes, and then proceeded to saunter out of the classroom with a plethora of other, similarly pale students. The stunned senior sat looking at the door for a few seconds before settling back in his desk and retreating back to the window - right as Professor Webster announced that the class would investigate these students as a learning experience. He was the last student out, of course, but walked obediently with his class as they followed these strange students who joined others of similar grey-attitudes, right up to the moment when Professor Webster was nearly bull-rushed by another professor, who looked as if he hadn't had a few days' rest. In the proceeding conversation between the two professors, Emeris slipped out of the group and retreated down the same stairway the strange students had - not because he was particularly interested in it but because that was, indeed, one of the easier ways out of the building. Emeris figured the class would be at this for the entire period, meaning the next 40 minutes were free-time for him. It didn't take long for the long-legged boy to overcome the strange students and as he approached the group, he caught sight of another three students grouped together - one young girl (probably a freshman), and older, gorgeous girl, and a thin boy with glasses and an unzipped hoody. None of them had the same characteristics as the multitude of 'zombies' in front of him, so when he caught sight of one of them Emeris nodded in their direction and then continued up to the back of the group of gray students. |
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| Fugue | Jan 25 2012, 01:57 AM Post #18 |
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Michael blinked as Elene caught up to him. "It's Michael," he stated curtly. "And don't bother whispering, they can't hear you. Rather-" He was interrupted by Caroline's reappearance and question. Strangely enough, Evan seemed oddly pacified, not wanting to make contact with Michael. Noticing Evan's return, Michael began to stutter again. "N-no, I have no id-d-dea what's going on..." He continued following after the shambling bodies, which seemed to make their way down towards the stairwell. They seemed to be headed downwards towards the gym... |
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| Lady | Jan 25 2012, 02:19 AM Post #19 |
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Elene waved to the tall boy she had glimpsed from the corner of her eye. Huffing her short bangs away she glances to the two who had joined Michael and herself in the investigation. "Y-Yeah, me n-n-neither," Elene obviously forced her stutter followed by a snicker. She then redirected her attention to where all of the pale people where gathering to. |
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| Fugue | Jan 25 2012, 02:30 AM Post #20 |
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---------------- At this point, Michael and the "zombies" would continue downwards until they reached the Gym. ---------------- |
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| Lady | Jan 25 2012, 02:32 AM Post #21 |
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Elene followed close to the group, peering over Michael's shoulder to the gym doors. |
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| Caleigh | Jan 25 2012, 07:31 AM Post #22 |
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Caroline rose her brows in response to Michael, hefting her satchel over her shoulder a third time. She remained silent, then, following the grayish zombie-people toward the gym-- halting when they came to it. "So, what do we do? What's going on? Why're they going to the gym?" Curiosity threatened to overwhelm the entire situation as the freckle-faced junior turned her attention back to Michael and Elene, though her eyes drifted over to the tall boy, who had joined them after the 'zombies' from the science wing had come down. For a moment, she pondered his choice of clothing, but ultimately snapped her attention back to the freshman and the sophomore. "Oh, sorry. I'm Caroline West, by the way," she added, lazily offering them her free hand. "If we're going to be following people around together, I think we should know each other's names." MEANWHILE, IN THE SCIENCE WING ... David Webster blinked at the other teacher's lack of immediate response. Carefully curving a hand under Tobias's elbow, he led the other man toward the stairwell, and- with his dwindling class of students -followed after the zombie kids, until they reached the gym, where Professor Webster would promptly halt, and rapidly blink. His attention momentarily turned back to the crowd of students, which was more or less one or two, now, and then to the other teacher. "Do you have any kind of idea about what's going on?" { Yeah, he's a biology teacher. Thanks for noticing. c: Also, Wings, sorry if I sort of went on without you replying-- it seems like the roleplay was centering around the gym, and I figured you wouldn't mind if I got our characters there without the muss'n'fuss. } Edited by Caleigh, Jan 25 2012, 07:33 AM.
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| Wings | Jan 25 2012, 08:07 AM Post #23 |
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Tobias hardly registered the movement as he was led along like another student. Something about the candid way the teacher was treating the situation seemed to set his nerves a little on edge and his mind instinctively delved into itself, like an ostrich burying it's head in the ground. Murmuring quietly to himself he slowly began to realize where they were. "No..." he said, reactively before realizing it was his voice he was hearing. "I had a group up and leave from my class as well. Seeing as we're not the first here, I can only assume it's happened elsewhere as well." He scanned the new surroundings carefully, a clear attempt to focus etched on his face. It was almost depressingly awkward the way he seemed to collect himself after being easily yanked around. He didn't have the time to contemplate his image for very long, for his eyes had caught sight of something. "Look. There." His arm languidly stretched out, finger pointed directly at the group of what could only be described as gray-children. His eyes, having assumed a decidedly lucid shine in them, seemed sharply focused on them as if he was compeled to never look away. "Something is wrong here..." Despite his statement slipping from his mouth quietly, Tobias felt his voice was too loud. It seemed to pound at his ears like some strangers voice and he wished it would stop. Only after a few moments did he realize it was his heart that he was hearing. It was racing slightly. A sense of dread suddenly creeped up on him as he realized he had begun to feel the all-too-real fear that had been present for awhile now. "Something is very wrong..." {{How dare you, etc etc. XD No worries, I took forever to respond so I appreciate the forwardness. Also, quite glad that you dragged me along especially since it was quite in character anyways. ^^ cheers!}} Edited by Wings, Jan 25 2012, 08:07 AM.
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| Fugue | Jan 25 2012, 10:20 AM Post #24 |
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Michael finally meant business. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and then returned his attention to the group. His stuttering demeanor had once again vanished as he displayed an uncomfortable confidence and calm. "My name is Michael Straight, but that's not entirely important. The boy who Caroline has been dragging around is Evan Surich, a wrestler. We went to Tortuga High together. And I'm going to issue one final warning before you follow me into this. If you walk through these doors, you are acknowledging that you accept any unforseen consequences up to and including death..." He turned his head down, pained. "...or worse," he muttered. He returned his attention to the group once more. "If you choose not to follow me in, you won't need to worry about this any longer. Most likely, people will say this thing never happened. It's not a matter of a government cover-up, they just don't notice it. You won't ever have to worry about it tomorrow. I promise." He turned, opened the doors to the Gym and walked in. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to see what's going on in here..." Evan looked about nervously, before running in after Michael. "W-wait, Corpse Kid! You can't fool me, I know you're the one behind all this!" ---------------- 10:00 AM ---------------- The students who were following David and Tobias began to dwindle off, stating they needed to use the bathroom or that they had something personal they needed to take care of. Whatever the excuse was, they would not return. Eventually they would be left with only three students, including Emeris. The "zombies" would eventually lead the group down to the Gym where they would run into the other group of students. |
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| wolfang237 | Jan 25 2012, 10:36 AM Post #25 |
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Emeris traveled roughly parallel to the group of students who seemed to be following the 'zombies' until they reached the first floor, wherein he almost stepped out the door and outside but, instead, stopped when he noticed the grayish kids coming from all around him. From his vantage point he could even make out shambling figures through windows in other parts of the school - and many others were following them, curious as to the strange phenomena, including Professor Webster and his new friend, who came down several seconds after he had stopped to observe the school. Emeris didn't usually care about the fads or trends of social life - he did what he wanted and wore what he wanted, and when he finally went home, he ate what he wanted. But this was not a fad, not a trend. It was something more sinister. Emeris couldn't think it was some sort of gang trick or that it was, perhaps, a whole slew of students playing a prank, and he couldn't think that this many students could all suddenly be sick or that they would all congregate in what seemed to be the gym, considering they were still going down. Something was up and, considering the history with the husks, Emeris knew this was, in no way, good. Every possible conclusion screamed horror to Emeris and, without registering his own movement, he had already bolted to the stairs and leaped, 6 stairs at a time, down the flights to catch up with his professor. As soon as he was within reach, Emeris (who noticed he, and two others, were the only others still following the two professors) slowed down and paced behind Webster, following the group all the way to the basement. Before reaching the doors, Emeris untied his chalk bag and stuck his right hand in, grabbing some chalk in his fist but leaving the fist in the bag. He then let Webster lead the way. Edited by wolfang237, Jan 25 2012, 11:05 AM.
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| Caleigh | Jan 25 2012, 03:18 PM Post #26 |
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David's eyes scaled up and down the other teacher, before turning to the Gym. He watched the sophomore boy, with the black hair, open the doors. For one reason or another, his heart rate increased, and he folded his arms over his chest. "I suppose we need to investigate," he began, eyes shifting back to Tobias. "Do you have any inkling of an idea of what's going on?" That question seemed to be repeating itself- both through his lips, and in his head. Professor Webster regarded the situation with some kind of careful, collected, slightly nervous expression. Something about the ordeal had set him off, internally, though. Something about the creepy pale children made his skin crawl. His eyes scanned the students that remained with him- Emeris, as well as two other kids who looked incredibly bored and generally unhappy with having to follow the teacher. With an inward breath, he made his way toward the doors- made his way into the Gym. Meanwhile, Caroline West rose her brows carefully, a look of bright, unadulterated delight passing over her features. A light smile had captured her lips, and she hefted her book bag again. Her heels clicked as she followed Michael, head turning and eyes widening to witness the interior of the gym, once they had proceeded forward. |
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| Lady | Jan 25 2012, 05:59 PM Post #27 |
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Elene bit her lower lip in excitement as she listened to Michael's warning. "I accept." And with that she turns her little ring a few more times while following close behind Michael and company. |
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| Wings | Jan 25 2012, 10:40 PM Post #28 |
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Tobais heard the same question again. It echoed for a moment before he turned and frowned at the teacher. "No, I have no idea whatsoever." his voice hid a mild irritated tone. "Why do you keep asking?" He sighed and slowly moved his gaze over to the group of kids and crept into the gym. It was clear something of note was going on and warranted an investigation. An urge, followed by a warning popped up in the back of his head. There was that familiar feeling again, like he'd seen this before. Frowning to himself, he slowly walked closer to the pale children. "Excuse me." he said in his best effort of an authorative tone. "You can't be in here during class time." He knew full well that this wasn't normal delinquency but a part of him hoped against all of it that it was. |
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| Fugue | Jan 25 2012, 10:47 PM Post #29 |
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Tobias' attempts at dissuading the pale teenagers was met with no response. Literally none of them had turned their head to face him...just kept trudging towards the gym at a steady pace. Closer examination would reveal that they had no focus; there was literally zero reaction to outside stimuli, as if they were in a trance. |
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| wolfang237 | Jan 25 2012, 11:39 PM Post #30 |
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Leith followed the two teachers in, just behind the two rather 'miffed' students still in line with him. And he noticed shortly after that their group of 5 were preceded by the group of 4 he had seen earlier. The attachment teacher - the one who looked gloomy and, particularly, horrified - tried to get the attention of a student and his motion seemed as if a hammer was striking an anvil in this silence; but not one student turned their heads, not one student registered the call. Emeris slowly slipped his way up next to the two teachers and commented, "Are any of us surprised that you weren't answered...?" Apart from those 9 people, everyone else in the gym seemed to be under that gray pall. And so the gym was full of the 'zombies' who had gathered there and the 9 students and teachers who were curious (or in some cases horrified enough) to follow the phenomena in. Now all that was to be seen was what would happen. What was this phenomenon and how would the groups come into play. What was about to happen all around them, and why did Emeris feel colder than he had felt in over 6 years? |
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