Realistic or Modern Until Dawn

[BrinkOfIndigo]

Red Hood

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Something very, very fucked up was going on.


From the bedroom upstairs he couldn't hear what was going on down where the others were, but he was sure it wasn't exactly pleasant. That boy, Davin, wasn't human, at least not fully. Nobody could get stabbed like that and then just get up like nothing happened, and nobody could make lights flicker just by moving their hands. And there was something wrong with Red Hood. Had he been faced with a normal person and they'd told him to run, he would have laughed at them while he painted with their blood. But the second that boy had told him to run, he did, without question. The only thing going through his head was to get the fuck out of there, and quick.


It was silent up here, peaceful, which was almost laughable when you looked at what had gone on downstairs, and what was probably still going on now. This changed things. He could still kill the others, but Davin...from what'd had happened with the knife, he had a feeling that any attempt to kill him, be it by shooting him or otherwise, would end in nothing but laughing and, most likely, Red Hood's corpse on the floor. Whatever was happening to him, it was something inhuman, something...supernatural, perhaps? He wasn't sure, and being unsure was a mistake that got people caught and killed. He had to figure out what the hell was going on, and work out how to stop it.


And so, his gun tightly gripped in his hand, he slowly went back down, step by step, and turned so he was face to face with Davin.


"Come on then, you motherfucker. Let's play."

 

[kou]

-Charlie-

Charlie ran,


and ran,


and ran.


She ran until her lungs were screeching in exasperation, until every fibre of her burned like an inferno coiling within her. Her foot felt as if it were being slowly carved into and she puffed out what little breath she could muster, the sharp wind biting at her skin. It wasn't until she swerved around a tree centered in the middle of nowhere that something reached out and snagged on to the back of her coat, pulling violently. Charlie had no time for protest as she tumbled to the ground below and instantly supported herself as she fell.


Her leg flared up once more and she bit back a shout as she glanced around quickly only to see no one, Charlie dragged herself up once more and decided that perhaps she wasn't running quickly enough. Turning to her left, she inhaled before sprinting ahead. As if by some hidden hand, something smacked against the side of her face and she winced in pain as she stumbled once more.


No.


No.


Charlie resumed her pace and ignored the sounds of something crashing through the forest around her, time slowed somewhat as she neared what seemed to be an opening and suddenly her brain felt as if it had been enveloped in pure static.





'Gripping, gripping, gripping, I was gripping.


She couldn't hold on. Not anymore. Not ever.


I was holding, I had to LET GO.


She told me to LET GO.


He understood, gripping...GRIPPING.


I was gripping CHARLIE, I WAS GRIPPING.'


A piercing scream made itself present in Charlie's head and she clutched her ears as it seemed to get louder. A sticky fluid coated her hands and Charlie knew it was blood, her feet moving of their own volition and surging forwards. She would get out of here or she would die at the hands of whomever.


Charlie narrowly missed a log which flew directly over her head and she relinquished her hold on her ears to propel her forward.


'I know you had been gripping..I know you had.'


-Location: Woods-


-Theme Song: Where Are We Going? Malukah-


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-Mood: Stressed-

 

[Novus]

not davin

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21:24


He turned away from Fredrik slowly, severely pissed off at this smear of a man. "You insignifigant cum stain on two legs. How dare you draw a gun on me? You're worse than the cumberworld that's upstairs. At least he made it easy for himself." The demon raised his hand, and the gun that was just in the Killer's hand was now in his. "If you want to kill me," he said, gripping its barrel, "You'll have to bring something bigger. I like bigger."


As he pushed downward, the weapon let out a protesting screech before appearing red hot and bending to his will. "Hm, guess this was a better vessel than I thought." He noted.


Then, he threw his head back, unleashing the most diabolical of screams that sounded like the torturing of a thousand souls."


"YOU WILL ALL KNOW ME AND BOW TO MY FEET!"


The windows and lights burst as the entire lodge went into complete darkness.forsake me Father...again and again.

 

[dwale]

Frederik Berti

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Frederik took this opportunity and quickly slinked away, out of the door. His knee was making things difficult but at the moment, he couldn't care. He needed to get away to find his sister. Or, at least to find some way to get rid of whatever this thing was. His heart thudded in his chest as he collapsed into the snow, just making his way into the woods. The swirling wind bit at his skin and the snowflakes stung when they came in contact with his face. Freddie quickly shuffled back to his feet and began his running limp once more. His feet stung from the bitter cold that the snow created and his body was quaking desperately. He hadn't anytime to think about the cold as he made his way in the opposite direction of the house.

That hadn't been his initial plan. He wasn't meaning to flee, but his mind could only focus on getting out of that situation. His breath was taken away with each inhale as the wind blew in his face. He stopped suddenly and his head turned back in the direction of the Lodge. His mind had just remembered his reason for fleeing. Ros. His chest heaved as he stood where he was. She had to be safe. Jackson had drug her with him, hadn't he? In the spiral of the moment he hadn't been paying attention to detail, but he was fairly certain the man had saved his sister's life. He hadn't time to let emotions cloud his judgement. ​

Frederik's sole purpose was to figure out some way to get that.. thing out of Davin. How in the Hell was he supposed to do that? He hadn't the first idea about what this thing was and certainly had no idea how to stop it. "Fuck," He cursed in a quiet voice, pushing both hands into his snow streaked hair. He was alone in the middle of an isolated forest. This was as close to his phobia as he had ever been, and it was severely fucking with his thinking. The fear of being alone had always been something to haunt him. Now, it was coming true and he felt as if a crushing weight had just been placed on his shoulders.













Location: Woods





Mood: Frustrated, Determined, Frightened





Currently Alone

 

[kou]

°°Charlie°°

Had it truly been anger which was present within Charlie? Cruelty? Indifference? Pessimism? If you were to ask her now, she would've possibly said yes.


It wasn't. It had never been. Charlie observed others because they were intriguing specimens, because she didn't know how to relate to their plight, because she could never form the three words which rolled off of others tongues so easily. She had blanketed herself in this temporary security of keeping her distance and she had pushed away others and held them at arm's length even when they had been so kind. If she were to meet her end upon this snowy mountain on a cold night, would the venegeance being wreaked by the unknown person behind this be fulfilled?


She had sat and witnessed the event concerning Shauna and Marie idly, she had said nothing of what was going on in her head. That they shouldn't have allowed them to venture out into the snow, that it was too problematic to carry on in the wind. That she apologized for what had happened. She had attended the funeral and watched in agony as parents and relatives weeped over empty graves, as they prayed to whatever sentient being awaited above for the security of their children.


Whatever kindness she had possessed withered away as the days ticked on and she had become rotten inside. They all had. So pathetic for what they did to those girls, so--


Charlie collided with another figure and instantly broke apart, her resolve crumbling and tears streaming down her face as she wrapped her arms around whomever awaited her and sobbed.


She awaited Death. She welcomed him with cold arms.





"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry...Oh God, I should've done something."


-Location: Woods-


-Theme Song: Mad World-Gary Jules-


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-Mood: Sad-

 

[Crossfirin]

Jackson



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He could tell this hall stretched for a while, his small lead on Ros allowed him to see all sorts of supplies, he was holding one of the many bottles of whiskey and what he was pretty sure was an emergency flare. He heard a short gasp. "Jackson.." Ros whispered. He looked to see her light bouncing wildly and she grabbed his hand, making him drop the flask with her surprising abruptness. "We need to go now!" She immediately tried to go full sprint and the suddenness had taken him off guard. In all the tugging he dropped his flashlight.


With the two whipping through the halls, he was in complete confusion and could only see what Ros illuminated in front of her. For a split second he could make out her pale face, completely panicked and with beads of blood streaked across it. "What are we running from!?" He gasped. She didn't answer, only insisting to keep going faster, but he could feel it. Something was definitely right behind them and he needed no further motivation to keep running. "Shit." They were coming to a dead end, blocked with some crude metal latched door.


Jackson slammed into it near full speed and started scrambling for the way to open it. Ros' hands reaching across his, she started pulling upwards on a lever desperately. "Come on!" There was a dull crash from above sounded as he put both his hands on the lever and grunted, struggling to push it up with her. The metal's creaking was almost deafening as it suddenly gave and the door popped slightly outwards.


The two then fought to open the door, they could feel wind pushing back towards the door and noisily blowing past them. Ros, followed by a shaky Jackson squeezed through the crack and fell on some cold concrete steps, slits of lightly falling on them through a wooden cellar door above them, rattling in the wind. The metal door swung back to a close behind them.


It seemed the two were now back outside. Panting, the two of them looked at each other, the light from her flashlight splaying dramatically on each other's face.


Jackson looked down at himself surprised he was as blood splattered as she was, the flare he grabbed earlier somehow still clenched in his hand. Like the flashlight I had dropped, but worse. Hearing no sound from the door at the moment, he leaned against the concrete walls and unzipped his snowboarding jacket, tossing it to Ros, who was less dressed for the outdoors. I didn't exactly have time to settle down in the lodge like you did, who knew that would score you a jacket now, lucky. He put his hands over his face and tried to gather himself once again. He was surprised he made it though as much as he did. Guess it's instincts.


He figured he looked as tired as he felt, but he tried to give Ros a reassuring smile. It was fake and he admitted to having ulterior motives for comforting her. Whatever it was that Davin had happen to him or had become or- He didn't know. He just knew he didn't want to go back there, and felt running was the best choice, even if it left Frederik alone with... it. "So Ros..... You ready?"

 

[Novus]

davin

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It was cold and dark. So dark he thought he was still in that place. But, there was snow. That wasn't right. And all the screaming--it was gone. Davin sat up and looked around. How he got there, he had no clue. The last thing he remembered was the flashing arc of the...


Davin's hand absentmindedly fell to his midsection, which was bare to the world all of a sudden. And still intact. "What the fuck..." he murmered, standing up. His feet sunk into the snow rather quickly, drawing a sharp hissfrom his wind-chapped lips. He had to have been dead. He could have sworn he was in Hell. No doubt about the dark, freezing vastness of that afterlife. And in this hell, he watched as his friends were tortured by his own hand.


Charlie was safe, he knew that because he didn't see Marie or Shauna chasing her. But Ros and Jack were in trouble. Running eastward, he raced to find the two before their demise.Don’t say I’m out of touch[/FONT] [FONT=Raleway] With this rampant chaos - your reality

 

[dwale]

Frederik & Rosalin Berti

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Simple, blue eyes quickly jolted down as the feeling of something, or someone, pressed up against him became present. He immediately recognized the curly, short hair that could only belong to one member of their group. "Charlie," He said in a voice full of distrust. It wasn't that he had any issues with Charlie, but at the moment he wasn't sure who he could trust. Not with what had happened to Davin. What if something like that was in everyone

but

him? They had all been present for the prank after all..




"Charlie, it's okay. It's me, Frederik," He stated after hearing her tear filled apology. He hadn't noticed her arms around him with the way the cold had numbed his flesh, but he was surprised when he saw it. He gently took hold of her forearms and moved her back enough so that he could look her in the eyes.




"Have you seen any of the others," Was the first thing that came to his mind, and so he spoke it. His mind was only on Ros as he spoke his words though. He was sure that was obvious to Charlie and her observant ways. After his sister came the others. That was how it had always been. His jaw ticked as his head turned to the side, eyes searching the seemingly empty forest. Every shadow now looked like spirits coming alive and he created movement in his mind, that further spooked him.




"We have to figure out what this thing is," He then told her, urgency in his tone as his eyes met hers once more.










Location: Woods




Mood: Frightened, Panicked.




Currently with Charlie.











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Ros had been on the verge of a panic attack when they hadn't first been able to budge the door. Even now, her breathing was short and wistful. She took the jacket without a second thought as goosebumps made themselves present on her skin. She shrugged it on and zipped it up, shoving her empty hands into her pockets. Her flashlight had fallen from her grasp in the struggle to get the door open. "Ready for what exactly," She asked breathlessly, hearing his question.




She didn't think they should be just standing there. There was an evil spirit of an angry dead friend after them. With a knife even! She needed a moment to get her breath, so she stood there. Her chest heaved with effort as she finally regained her natural breathing pattern. "We have nowhere to go but the woods and I don't particularly want to take my chances there," She added and looked up at him. "And if you have some sort of suicidal plan, I'll tell you no now." She said, her face and tone completely serious.




Her mind then wandered elsewhere. She knew someplace they might be safe, but it was in the middle of the woods and the path would be covered by snow. It was better than waiting for their imminent doom. "C'mon," She told Jackson before she began to trudge out into the snow.




It was a long walk, but finally they stumbled upon the grey, tomb like thing she and Freddie had discovered as kids. They had never gone in, but she wasn't about to back away from a potential chance at shelter. With a quick glance back at Jackson, she swung open the metal door. It was dark and cob-webs filled her vision. She coughed as dust flew down her throat and her fingers connected with the sticky webs, getting them away from her face. She walked down the steps and coughed some more. As she looked around the vast, dark space she pulled out her cellphone that was miraculously still in her pocket.




She hadn't any signal and that's why she hadn't used it to call for help. But, the flashlight on it would suffice in lighting up their surroundings. She looked back at Jackson, before venturing ahead. She had the flashlight pointed at the walls that depicted things most would find odd. Even she was a bit thrown off by some of the displays.




Ros kept trudging forward and suddenly, her foot was caught in something that 'squished' and she went falling forward. Her chest collided with the stone ground and she couldn't breathe for several long moments. She gasped like a fish out of water and fought to regain her breath and finally did. Her hands reached for her phone and once she had a tight grip on it, she shone it at her foot. The rotting chest she saw was not what she had expected and she was soon shrieking, kicking the flesh from her foot along with the maggots.




She sat frozen in fear for several long moments. Her eyes were latched onto the open jawed, decomposing head of what she could only assume was Marie or Shauna. It was hard to tell. She wasn't an expert on dead bodies or anything. She was frightened to move and so she just turned slightly, flashlight coming to rest on several other bodies. What the fuck was this?




She finally willed herself to stand, ready to investigate further. She found a book made of black leather and thin, parchment grasped tightly in the literal death grip of one of the dead bodies. She managed to pull it away, with several disgusted noises in between, and she placed it on a stone table. She was careful to avoid any of the body fragments as she turned the cover over.




What lied inside made no sense, but complete sense. It was some sort of.. cult book. It was full of prophecies of some sort of being who was foretold to be stronger than God or Satan, and would bring on an apocalypse like no one could ever predict. She could only guess that that was their

friend

in the cabin.




The next page told them how to beat it. They either had to kill the vessel with which the demon resided in, or trap his body in that of a Virgins. She swallowed. What the

fuck

was this?











Location: Crypt of the Cultists.




Mood: Frightened, Guilt Stricken




Currently with Jackson

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[kou]

°°Charlie°°

'Oh Death, won't you spare me over another day?'

It was merely Frederik, why was Charlie so..disappointed? In that moment, that clarifying moment, had she wanted to die? To rid herself of these desperate feelings, to embrace her fate as if it fit her like a glove?





"Il ya des monstres en vous, Charlie." (There are monsters in you, Charlie.) She could hear the whispered and raspy voice of her Grandmere, sinking into her as if it were blood sliding down skin. Somewhere in between her silent inflections, she was able to hear Frederick's voice and Charlie blinked and glanced at the man. She placed some distance between them before considering the question, she had hurried once Davin had become someone else however it had been Rosalin who had taken her leave first.


When Charlie spoke, her voice sound as if it were clogged and was one pitch lower than it originally was. She despised crying due to the exploitation of emotion however she found she could no longer hide her feelings. "Yes, her and Jackson made their leave but I do not know where..I have not come across them..what are you doing here?"


°°Location°°


••Woods |Frederik & Charlie|••


°°Theme Song°°


••House of the Rising Sun: Lauren O'Connell (Cover)••


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°°Mood°°


••Distraught••

 

[Novus]

davin

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?

Davin kept stumbling through the snow. At a creek's edge, he fell face first into a puddle. "What the hell!" he screamed on the top of his lungs, pushing himself up with what little composure he had. Dav looked into the puddle, illuminated by the light of the moon. He could see it as clear as day--some sort of mark behind his left ear. It looked like the butterfly wing he'd thought he saw in the bathroom earlier. The situation was several kinds of fucked up and he was sure that they weren't out of the woods just yet.


Getting up again, he bounded a couple of paces until he saw a figure, next to a tree. He was about to take off again when he saw the she had on a winter coat and was shivering in the cole. It was Elle!


"Eleanor!" he called out against the harsh wind, pushing beyond the pain to get to his friend.let me know if your bones made it home

 

[LameAsDuck]

The Photographer

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E L E A N O R . Q U I N N . C A R T E R


[ Daughter of Jasper Lewis Carter & Bella Louise Carter ]





Mood: Confused; Skeptical, Paranoid





Location: Woods





Interacting With: Davin?

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It felt like Eleanor had been running for hours without looking back at all, he legs felt like they were going to fall off while her body felt like a popsicle stick to say the least. " I really do regret agreeing to this. " The female thought as she leant against a tree and let out a sigh she had been holding in. Eleanor had to admit, she wondered where the others were. Most of them split it while she was sure the rest went into pairs and much to Eleanor's luck she didn't follow anyone. Looking left and right, Eleanor wondered who as alive at the moment. She hadn't heard any screaming so far, but that didn't mean anything. After what happened back there, Eleanor was sure she wouldn't be exactly be the same. Shivering at the cold and that thought, the female looked around scouting the area for anyone before her eyes landed on a figure in the distance.





Her first instinct was to get up from the tree and run without looking back or hide. But, she was sure they already saw her. It was only until a familiar voice started to shout her name. Eyes widening in disbelief the female wanted to rush off to Davin since he seemed be to be struggling. But, at part of her wanted a run off. What if it was her mind playing tricks? What if it was someone else. These thoughts and other similar ones had raced through her mind like a tornado until she had finally came back to her sense with a shake of her head. Eleanor finally decided to go help him, for all she knew this could be Davin but she wasn't fully sure so she was of course weary.


With arms tightly wrapped around her body, Eleanor speedily make her way over to her friend. " D-Davin what the hell are you doing here. Actually are you even Davin, I can't be to sure anyone. I think I forgot what hand is my right and which is my left. " Eleanor said muttering getting caught up in her thoughts making a slight headache. " Here, have my coat. I know it's small and won't do a lot of justice. But it's a lot better then what you have going on. . . " The female muttered shrugging of her coat and handing it to him. Eleanor knew fully well that it wouldn't help him all that much, but in comparison to her he was probably freezing to be completely honest.



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[BrinkOfIndigo]

Red Hood

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As the gun was somehow torn from his hand and the boy destroyed it like some sort of plastic toy, his curiosity turned to anger, but his emotions lasted only for a second before Davin screamed, a blood-curling scream that sent chills through his body. Red Hood ducked behind the sofa as the room was plunged into darkness and the windows shattered. The sound seemed to disappear from his ears for a second as he hit the floor a little too hard and struggled to keep his balance, his head dizzy and his vision blurred. When he looked up, Davin was gone. He could only assume that he'd escaped out into the snow. He could be dealt with later. Right now, he needed to find the others, or at least some of them, and finish what he had started. Things may have changed, but his objective hadn't, and the longer he waited, the more chance there was that they could get away. Groaning, he pushed himself up and made his way out of the cabin, leaving the door open behind him.


"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" He screamed into the trees, laughing as a culmination of desperation and insanity laced it's way onto his voice. "I'm coming to find you! I want to play a little game, and it is going to be so fun! We can all play!"


As he walked out into the icy cold snow and laughed out into the open air, Red Hood failed to notice the gaping wound in the side of his chest, complete with a shard of glass embedded inside of him. In fact, he was so determined to kill someone that he completely missed the blood pouring out from the wound and dripping onto the snow, leaving a scarlet trail behind him.


And so, with a beaming smile on his face, the man in the red hoodie trekked off towards the woods, leaving blood in his wake as he approached his final hour.

 

[Novus]

davin

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Davin wrapped the coat around his cold body, relishing the little warmth it had to offer. He was glad he'f found one of his friends, but he needed to find the rest. No. He needed to get help. And he could do it. "Elle, we have to go back." he said, sounding partially defeated. No one sane would want to go back to that scene of horror. But they had to.


His keys were next to his phone and it seemed like that was the only way they were going to get off this God forsaken mountain.


--


Jake stood up, blinking. His body was on fire, though he knew he was quite dead. The boy exited the room and descended the stairs. "Larry..." he called out, banging his arm against the hard walls. "I just wanna play with you guys. That's all I wanted." he cackled, reaching the bottom step. A less than subtle noise came from the closet--something like a whimper. Jake smiled, not wanting to waste any time with his "friend". He ripped the door off its hinges, being welcomed with a devastatingly frightened scream. Jake joyously started swinging at him, gifted with some sort of brute strength. He swung and swung--enjoying the crunch of bone and the splatter of red sticky. An eyeball flew past him before he stopped. Jake slinked back into the shadows, waiting for an order from his approaching master.bound at every limb by my shackles of fear

 

[dwale]

Frederik's eyes opened and he hissed at the sudden onslaught of light that met his vision. He moved his arm, ready to shield his eyes, but was shocked when he felt a sharp pain. He let out a surprised yelp and his bright vision turned down towards his arm. A IV catheter was protruding from the bruised and scraped flesh of his forearm. He swallowed to moisten his dry throat, but found his mouth just as dry. He blinked several times before he carefully attempted to sit up. His body was aching, like his bones had aged far more than they should have in the time he'd been unconscious, and his vision began to swim as he tried to focus on his surroundings.


A hospital room. What the fuck...


Freddie was unable to recall the events that had lead up to his unconsciousness. He remembered everything else though.. The demon, the murderer and all the death...


He didn't know who had survived or if anyone but him had. Hell, it hadn't sunk in that he was actually alive. This had to be the afterlife. There was no way that he had escaped with his life and what little mental stability he still possessed. He wanted to move and find out whether or not any of them had survived... If Ros had survived. His hand reached for the IV and he managed to rip it from his skin, ignoring the pain it created for now. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and upon standing, immediately collapsed.


His hands found his knee and he let out a disgruntled noise as the pain overwhelmed his sensations.


~


Dark eyes. Blood-stained lips fixed into a sneer. The cold no longer felt cold and it was completely comfortable to just stand there, in the snow that now reached the ankles. Policemen were gathering the bodies several yards away and loading them into a large black truck that left once they'd gather all of them. Or the remnants of some. They were still searching though. They were missing something; someone.


The lips twitched downward into a smirk, tongue running over to wet them, before the body turned and made their way into the woods. In due time, revenge would be served.