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bailey doyle.





































  • mood



    sinking
















Bailey had wanted to see prehistoric creatures. He just hadn't wanted to see them up close and personal.

He felt the metal rail slam into his back, a sharp claw scraping into his side as the air was knocked out of him. In a way, it all happened at once; one moment, he was upright, and the next, he was in the tank, realizing the reason he wasn't able to breath was because he was underwater. His legs felt stiff, but he managed to kick enough to get himself to the surface, getting above the water a moment to gulp air before going down again.

It wasn't that Bailey couldn't swim. He'd been taught when he was little, going to the local Saf-T-Swim every week and managing to cry enough that they gave him a small seal plush to try and shut him up. He'd even gone to a scuba course in college, even if it had been one of the worst classes he'd taken. Point was, he knew how to swim. He just wasn't good at it.

His legs had always been weak. Had a tendency of giving out now and again, especially when it came to his ankles. It was the reason he had a cane in the first place, the one currently sitting all the way back at the hotel room because he thought he wouldn't need it. Not that it would've helped in the water, of course, other than being cumbersome. It wouldn't make him a stronger swimmer.

He managed to get himself above the water once more, gasping for air again and managing to stay above the waterline just barely as he felt himself getting more tired. He could see the ladder, but he was near the middle of the tank, meaning that it would take a lot of energy to get there- energy he didn't have. Getting there would be impossible, especially when he'd need to climb up as well. He could feel the wound in his side start to ache and knew things weren't looking good. The shift in the water, the movement of the waves beneath him, also suggested such.

Unlike before, he found himself now hoping that there was truly nothing within the tank.

































pacific



chase petra










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edelweiss jin.
































"this is a dialogue."
Edel was not having a good time. Not a fan of groups of people, she especially wasn’t a fan of a group of annoying people. While she was often oblivious to people flirting with her, she was quite perceptive when it came to others being flirted with. A symptom of her hyper overprotectiveness towards Viola. She found the brazen security guard to be quite irritating. Her sister had once shown her a meme of a young woman saying “right in front of my salad” after witnessing two people have sex. She felt like the salad woman. She didn’t like it.

It’s obvious that the man wasn’t planning on extra people and the car he provided only held 4 people. Seeing how there was five, this was a bit of a problem. Luckily the car was a jeep and Edelweiss didn’t know what fear was so she simply stood up at the back and grabbed the rail. At least her sister was having a good time, the younger having thrown up her hands in joy whooping as they hit a bump.

The excitement came to a close as they arrived at the aquarium. She leaned against a wall and watched as Viola ran around staring at everything. Satisfied nothing could happen she closed her eyes for a minute, enjoying the peace. Unfortunately she’s not allowed nice things and the darkness of her closed lids soon became permanent as the lights shut off. Things only got worse as one of the group members got knocked into the large open pool by a creature she was unfamiliar with. That part was unimportant however.

Upon hearing the splash and his cut off cry, Edel cracked down. “Halcomb, watch my sister. Anything happens to her and you’re going in the water next.” Eyes glinting in the dark, she knelt down and rifled through her large backpack pulling out a military grade flashlight. The young woman switched it on, locating the victim splashing in the middle of the tank. Every summer when she returns from college she spends most of it working as a lifeguard at their favorite beach, a great way to keep an eye on Viola. As such she started getting a knack for sensing poor swimmers. The way Bailey was treading water she could tell he didn’t have much strength.

Edel swiftly stripped off her shirt, and heavy boots along with her pants leaving her in plain black tight boxers and a black sports bra. Her tight clothing would only weigh her down and restrict her movement. Better to go in there with less. Knowing that if she took too long her sister would understand what she was doing and try to interfere so she stood up in one fast movement, grabbing a scalpel from her kit on the way and tucking it (with the cap on) into her bra. Still holding onto the flashlight she took a running jump and dived into the dark and murky water making a beeline to the floundering man.

Being a doctor required some intelligence and she put that to work, knowing that in a tank this large in an aquarium housing prehistoric creatures, lingering was a poor idea. She bit the string of the flashlight, holding tight, and started to make her way to Bailey. While it was unlikely that the tank was home to a shark, she figured the same strategy applied and kept her movements calm and steady. Keeping her splash down and her form flawless. Bailey on the other grand, kept flailing. Once she got to him, she called out projecting her voice over the chaos. “Bailey! Eyes on me!” Once she had his attention she swapped from the front freestroke to lingering on her back and wrapped her arms around him. “Go limp! Struggling will just drown us both!”

She clearly remembered the hold she was trained to do in rescuing a drowning victim and did her best to replicate it. However the paranoia of the environment around her made it difficult to force herself to assume the position and remove on of her senses. By helping him she wouldn’t be as fast nor could she look around as much. She refused to leave anyone behind though and doubled down, blanking her mind and focusing on the task no matter what. Her heartbeat quickened as the flashlight picked up a dark moving spot on the far side of the tank. While it wasn’t near them, that could quickly change. Things weren’t looking good.



































die for you



grabbitz










♡coded by uxie♡
 
Ritz V. D. Englebrecht
security | big game hunter
aquarium; liopleurodon tank
fuck (fuck)
interactions

elytra elytra BELIAL. BELIAL. Nornslayer Nornslayer Goldie. Goldie.
Mauritz leaned into the comfortable jurisdiction authority bestowed him, undeserved and well-abused; he’d cultivated it from a seedling, an honest child with an honest admiration. Somewhere, though it’d been long barren to his memory, the intention had grown about his insides as ivy on an English cottage rots away mortar. Perhaps grandfather had been right speaking of curses, when power earned such fickle a master as a man with the name Englebrecht.

The journalist’s close shadow, her agreeable laugh, it hadn’t stemmed from kindness. You’d be born yesterday to think it was anything but self-preservation⁠⁠—and Halcomb looked the type to liberate herself by stepping on the nearest thing that’d bow it’s head. Starting with that husband of hers. Ritz couldn’t have thanked him more.

Barbara’s nails clutched at his sleeve in the moments after the generators faltered, releasing him as he’d rifled about in greater response to Bailey, until producing her own compact torch to act as interrogator⁠—Ritz seized Halcomb by the wrist, no longer by any excuse of bracelet nor greeting, instead to yank the bright flash from his face⁠—“Listen, Dolly, you think I got a fucking switchboard on me? Or d’you want a dry ride back to that pretty ensuite of yours?” The Game Hunter’s expression dared to twist from sour to wry, “Come on, be a big girl, who said I wasn’t a saint?”

Gunpowder and lead split the air; driving Ritz to snap his attention toward the window as a noise he ought’ve recognised in his sleep⁠—followed by the shrieking. Followed by the shrieking.

Glass shattered, shards spilling downward into the tank and platform, wherein he and Barbara had the good grace to let themselves hit the floor rather than catch the tail-end of the flighty, screeching beast and its jagged maw. Cursing as a man ought to deliver his final confession, until Bailey tipping over into the tank prompted an entire sermon, he was fucked. Back to poaching backwaters and selling ivory for medicinal fucking toothpaste, or whatever it was they liked to scam others by.

Shaking off the splinters of the shattered pane, Ritz gave a cursory glance toward Halcomb⁠⁠—pressing upward into a crouch, “I didn't plan that fucking headline—” From his haunches he stood upright, unholstering the sidearm as-yet unchristened by anything but target practice and island gulls, altogether removing the safety. Englebrecht’s mind wasn’t working ahead far enough to deliberate what that giant, taxidermy-project-turned-sentient, being free fully implied. Nor did it seem the most optimistic pastime as Tall and Red made her dash into the tank after Bailey, not before ungracefully asserting that Halcomb play den mother to the Shortcake in pastels.

He lined his sights high on the wing⁠—clicking in a split second of ignition as his finger wrapped around the trigger and sharply tugged. Ritz’s arms took the recoil, pulling back again for another shot as the prior one rattled his teeth with a sharp bang, sending each jolt down the base of his spine and sharp, splitting pain across his exposed ear. Adrenaline began its full pelt, steeling Englebrecht in a sturdy, square-footed posture. Back flexing against the seams of his body armour to accommodate fire.

Cradling against the underside of his knuckle, another shot was made to the exposed breast of the feathered assailant, and again it’d continue with gunpowder and hot metal until he’d heard that overgrown goose give up the ghost. Lest he figured Edel and Bailey were best left for dead. Thumbelina wouldn’t last a second, but one feared journalists rising from the dead to write it as it happened.
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Malika
































"this is a dialogue."

Mal had been distracted by the sound of a trash can being thrown into the lot by the cars. Her piercing gaze swiveled at the dinosaur that had emerged from the darkness into the lights. Her eyes widened as she noted the blood dripping from the dinosaur's mouth and her worry skyrocketed. She took a hesitant step forward, drawn towards the carnivorous being as her specialty demanded. Almost as if in a trance. She really, really wanted to study this being before them. She couldn't tell if the blood was from wounds on the dinosaur or if something else - but she wanted to check. Her more, ah dominant and brave persona shone through as she raised her head, long strands brushing her cheeks as she stared dead straight at the huge dino compared to herself.

However, as soon as she noted the being coming at them, she immediately snapped back to herself. "We should go. And I mean now!" She spoke softly as she dashed towards the shadows. Carnivores were well known for their sense of smell - however, not all carnivores were known to have amazing eyesight. From her brief glance, Mal began to tick off dinosaur species in her head. Too big for a velociraptor, too small for a Tyrannosaurus Rex, Too big for a ... actually - it could be .. no way. "That's a Gasosaurus." She whispered softly, almost unheard beyond the noises echoing around the small group. Her eyes were wide, and her tone awed. She had to get time to study this dinosaur. Almost nothing was known about the species. She would love to spend time studying it - if it wasn't charging them, mind you.



































Love Power



Idina Menzel










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group 1.

































In the movies, one shot was often enough to do the trick for many assailants. Yet, one shot didn't down the bird, even as metal dug into flesh.

A nick on the wing had it shifting in air, trying to desperately course correct itself, and another to the breast clearly did some damage, but it stayed in the air even still. It wasn't until the third shot that finally, whatever energy it had to keep itself airborne dissipated, leaving it to fall backwards into the water by Edel and Bailey. The force of its body hitting the water caused a wave, jostling the two around.

It flailed in the water, a pathetic screeching noise emitting from it as it tried to stay above water, blood seeping into the water around it. Edel and Bailey were far enough away from it to avoid being hit by its wings, but it was a near thing. The water of the tank, which had been calm almost after Bailey's initial fall, rippled violently as the bird tried to take off once more. It might've been able to, or at least maybe would've been able to float, if only given the chance.

A shadow soon became apparent under the water. Then, in an instant, a giant maw opened up beneath the bird, lifting out of the water at a speed faster than the bird could escape. As it snapped shut, there could be heard the snapping of bones and gurgling from the bird, which had been just big enough to not be swallowed whole. Its wings stuck out at awkward angles, and the new creature- a liopleurodon, if the tank plaque was anything to go by -opened and closed its jaw once more as it dragged the body underwater, disappearing back into the depths.

Not completely, though. This time, the shadow was still evident beneath the water, circling just within view.

































survivor



2wei










♡coded by uxie♡
 
barbara halcomb
the invest. journalist
aquarium ; liopleurodon tank
fucking terrified!
interactions

bailey elytra elytra || ritzy idalie idalie || viola & edel Goldie. Goldie. Nornslayer Nornslayer
She’d hardly noticed that Bailey was gone. Having already crumpled to the ground with Ritz in tow, out of circumstance more than anything, Barb hadn’t even really known what the hell had burst through the window. Her compact clattered to the ground, skidding a bit backward as the light bounced itself around the railing bars, spinning itself into a show. Instinct dictated that it was some sort of bird, judging by the screeching-- but the giant shadow illuminated by ravaging lightning from outside did look to be both gigantic and bird-like in nature. Reasonable action would say that whatever was there had to be logical, and what was happening WAS logical. Yet, perhaps it was the notion of a dinosaur park actually having dinosaurs that scared her, or the fact that one had gotten very loose and was very much in front of them.

Things happened too fast for Barb to do much but freeze in fear. She tried to tear her eyes down to the tank’s surface where Bailey’s darkened form bobbed on the surface, but being the type of person to focus more on immediate danger than proximal, she figured that if her eyes stayed glued on the bird-thing that it wouldn’t take her by surprise and catapult her into the tank either.

Edel was quick to action, commanding Barb to watch her sister before flinging her clothes off to dive into the tank after Bailey. It left Barb with a sour taste in her mouth, as well as a startling sense of adrenaline as she rose to her feet, scoffing at the younger girl-- who wasn’t a child, as far as she knew even if the height dictated otherwise.

By then Ritz had already risen as well, producing a gun that was logical for security to have, yet still sent a cold chill up her spine to see. Barb didn’t enjoy weapons, probably as much as the next person, and the potential lethality of bullets flying around in a semi darkened room left her with a foul taste in her mouth. Swallowing it back, she watched with rapt attention as the holes sunk into the beast. The tiniest, most insignificant part of her was more distressed hearing its cries of pain than the screeches on its arrival. If she were a vegan, or some empathically attuned environmental journalist, she probably would have given a damn about the beast.

It crashed into the water, a flurry of blood and feathers, and Barb decided she was much happier by that action than anything else that could happen.

Her immediate thoughts went to getting the two out of the water, and providing some leverage to raise them out, but that was dashed as soon as the rippled darkness rose to consume the dying bird.

Barb was afraid, but the action of seeing something so big rise from seemingly nothing and gnaw through a whole, oversized bird made her blood absolutely chill now. A white hot panic settled in her stomach, her mouth hanging open a fraction as her heart seemed to soar into her throat.

“What the fuck is that thing!?” Barb shrieked-- though she knew that it was whatever was in the tank, clearly. Reason had left her immediately; replaced by the need to take action. Red would take a damn hike if Barb wasn’t gonna do something and play babysitter.

“Fuck!” Her head whipped around. There was no telling when that thing would come back for seconds, or if it would interpret bright red hair as much of a threat as bulls did in the ring. Barb’s gaze fell to the shadowed crane operating console board a few long strides away, and without thinking much she scraped herself up and took off, ignoring the blooming pain in her heels from digging into such atrocious ‘running’ shoes.

Scooping her compact, paying no attention to the others, she dove for the consoles and began to shine the light, looking around at the few switches and levers for their purposes.

“The crane! I’m gonna use the crane-- We gotta get them the fuck out of there that thing is still here!”
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viola.





































  • mood



    horrified, panic mode
















"this is a dialogue."

Viola was lucky Edel had shown up how and when she did. Despite the rather brash nature in which she got them there, they were successfully tag-alongs for whatever this group was doing! For that Viola was thankful, because despite the awkward Jeep ride, showing up to the liopleurodon tank was mesmerizing. It was massive, holding tons upon literal tons of water and what she could only guess was an equally massive beast.

Wide smiles and quiet exclamations of awe followed the group in as they approached. Viola was anything but shy when it came to showing just how amazed she was by this place. Everything they passed she just had to touch. Her hands tingled at every new sensation, fingers gently brushing along smooth metal handrails and leaving fingerprints on the clean glass. The air smelled of salt water, and Viola could not get enough. Closing her eyes she sucked in a deep breath.

One… two… three..

A part of her seriously regretted closing her eyes. She had let the peace and joy totally consume her. Every sense was overtaken, so once her eyes did open, and her senses renewed, she was bombarded with alternative feelings. Fear and terror caused her eyes to grow wide. The enclosure was cast in total darkness, and before Violas eyes even had time to adjust chaos erupted. Violas arms thrust up above her head to shelter herself from glass as it rained on and around her. The downpour of sharp objects was followed by inhuman screeches and the unmistakable sound of something slamming into metal.

Viola had no time to truly process what was happening before Edels voice rang out. What she said was lost to the wind, but the tone was unmistakable. The pink haired girl looked about desperately to spot her sister, eyes barely adjusted to the dim light, knowing full well Edel was about to do something dangerous. Not here, not there— no. Violas eyes finally fell upon her sister just as she dove. Just as she threw herself into the tank, the tank with the dinosaur. Panic rose in her chest as all sorts of horrible thoughts ran through her brain. There was a creature more dangerous than any shark in that tank, and now her sister was in there with it.

“EDEL!”

Violas legs moved shakily as she attempted to run toward the railing. She stumbled slightly, hands raising to her ears as a gunshot rang out, but not faltering. She made it to the railing intime to watch as a bird, much larger than any born naturally now, struggle and plummet into the water below. The water caused small waves, waves that made their way right over to Edel and… that guy! The one with the check and a poor excuse for a shirt. Was that why—

Her panicked thoughts were cut short as a monstrous mouth full of teeth that could’ve been larger than her popped up out of the water. The maw snapped shut around the bird, leaving nothing but wings twitching outside of it. This was enough for Viola to fully lose it.

At the monsters sudden attack the girl had stumbled back away from the railing. Her face grew pale as the dead as room grew silent and time slowed down. Suddenly the pain of a glass shard, embedded in the top of her forearm (likely unnoticed out of sheer shock) became quite apparent. Her panicked gaze flicked the the semi-large chunk of glass sticking out of her arm. She could feel the warm red liquid rolling down her skin. In a haze she moved her shaking right hand to touch it, pulling back to see it now coated in red. Her breathing grew quick and she found herself tripping over her own feet. By the time she hit the floor she was screaming, hands over her ears and face. Blood and tears smeared across her well done hair and makeup and her knees drew in. What was happening. What was she going to do.

Her sister was going to die.

All of them were going to die.

And she had never felt more afraid.






























cry for love



백현










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  • XI.
    Leslie Temps





    lotto winner.
    mood
    [Insert various expletives here]

    location
    DCPP Welcome Party- AKA around Very Rich People

    interactions
    Kali+ Sasha + A Lot of Raptors

    tags
    TrashRabbit TrashRabbit





designed by bad ending & coded by xayah.ღ
 
Kali Jones
The Microraptor Trainer
Museum Hall Freight Elevator
Hiding with Leslie
OH GOD OH FUCK
Yellow overalls, big boots, khaki park uniform jacket and polo
interactions

wickedlittlecritta wickedlittlecritta Blobs Blobs


Internally Kali was still counting out the seconds even though it was long past hope the back up power kicking on.

24

25

26

POP-POP

She startled, half pulled at the elevator gate and made it squeak- a noise hardly noticeable in the day time when the exhibit was full of people and soft music. But now felt like the loudest noise known to man. She was american and while she was experienced at playing gunshot or fireworks, she didn't not like playing that game on rich people dinosaur island. The last thing she needed was to be caught up in some sort of elaborate assassination.

27

28

-

She stopped when she saw movement. Low to the ground. The chittering bouncing and echoing around the exhibit.

No.

The hot denial in mind was like a siren as the little bambi raptors silently lurked into position and blinked at her so innocently. Like the weren't capable of taking down deer.

"Do you know what the hell that sounds coming from?" The woman standing next to her asked. IN the moments since she noticed the loose animals she’d almost forgotten Leslie was there. She’d forgotten to Breath.

This wasn’t possible.

Especially since she was one of a very number of staff authorized to transport assets into guest zones. This shouldn't be possible.

“Shhh,” Kali said after a hard swallow. But the woman was nervous.

"Friends of yours?" She asked. "Why are they out- is this like a show or something? Prank? Taking a stroll?"

“No- just, very slowly-” But Kali wasn’t able to finish her instructions as the Dinosaurs, sensing Leslie’s delicious distress skittered forward- and Leslie Screamed.

Kali Stepped back into the Elevator and slammed the Gate down, stepping on the bottom with her foot to force it down fast.

“Hey!" And it was punctuated with shattered glass and a beam of light.

Sasha! Oh Sweet dear loving god, Sasha was here.

"Get out of here! Go home!"

“They’re not BEARS!” Kali shouted at him into the dark.

The elevator gate rattled as first of the bambi raptors hit it at speed. Hissing and screeching and trying to climb it. Kali staggered back and looked at Leslie in the dark.

“Its fine- its going to be okay, the gates heavy duty-” The Elevator gate was made out of a diamond grid of about 8 inches by 4 inches and as she said; “So we don’t need to worry. We’ll be following asset containment procedures-” And as she said these words of assurance she hoped to god the bambi raptors were too big to wriggle through the gate.

The micro raptors had the good sense to stay quiet in the dark and the chaos.



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sasha.





































  • mood



    Пиздец
















Sasha's attempts at distractions didn't seem to do much to keep the raptors from their target. They skittered away from him and his light, hissing, but at the sounds of Leslie and Kali rushing for the elevator, they snapped back to focus.

"They're not BEARS!" Kali yelled back at him.

"It's rude to start with shooting,"
Sasha said, still advancing slow and steady on the flock. They were inspecting the elevator grate, trying to see if they could fit through the grate, or climb it, making attempts at both. And that meant he couldn't shoot. If he missed--or even if he didn't, and the bullet went through one of the raptors--he ran the risk of hitting Kali.

As he drew closer, still keeping the light on his gun trained on the floor, rather than blind the two women in the elevator, one of the raptors at the back of the flock turned to hiss a warning at him, ruffling its feathers to appear larger.

Unfortunately for the little dinosaur, it took more than that to intimidate Sasha. He kicked the raptor with the side of his foot, like it was a football, sending it flying away from the elevator, sideways towards the wall and the exhibits.

































Каждому нужен хозяин



АИГЕЛ










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shura.
































Being dragged to an informational tour had been on the bottom of interests Shura had, but they still found themselves following, hiding a grimace behind their glass that they quickly discarded. Refusing hadn’t been an option, no matter how much they wanted to. So they found themselves in a cart sat by their reporter companion, adjusting their fur coat around their shoulders and leaning back to make the best of the tour.

The cars jerked to a stop and their attention was snapped back, unease settling in the pit of their stomach. The light was a sickly green - illuminating both the enclosure in a dim light and nearby the rails and their head swiveled around in an attempt to gauge their surroundings. Not that there was much to gauge, but it was a better option than sitting stockstill bored and unsettled.

The lights flickered, buzzed, and they resisted the urge to roll their eyes in a less than eloquent manner. Then gave into the desire - zero fucks given in a situation where their face wasn’t even that visible anymore. Was this what their money had gone to? Fireworks? A shabby power system that went out at the slightest sign of a storm? At least they didn’t visibly see any tape holding together the rails. That was a bitter win they decided in the privacy of their own mind as they turned around partially to glance at J.R and echo silently similar concerns that Ms. Voros had.

It was only when the lights in front of the pen came back on and they glanced in that direction, that the unease morphed within them. It twisted their insides, wariness sending a cold shudder that crept up their spine and made a home for itself.

“I swear there had been three,” came the quiet mutter as they leaned forward, squinting to discern the dinosaurs that the pen housed. Had they missed that detail? Yet, their memory was better than this. It wasn’t going to fail them now and their fingers tightened on the cart, the realization right there on the tip of their tongue. “I believe we should disembark.” Even without waiting for an answer they were already beginning to move, pushed into the action of disembarking by the growing sensation that they had not miscounted.

































Megalomaniac



aeseaes










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