hadrielmods: (Default)
ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-06-15 10:30 am

Event Log: The Hills Are Silent

Who: Everyone!
What: The Silent Hill event
Where: Throughout the city
When: June 15th-20th
Warnings: Silent Hill comes to Hadriel, and with it, a few personalized monsters

On the morning of June 15th, a thick fog rolls into Hadriel. There's nothing quite terrifying about it yet, but it manages to drain the city of color, forcing a grey backdrop onto everything behind it. Feel free to go try to check it out if you want, just be careful, because it won't be too long until the sirens start blaring.

There's not exactly a reasonable explanation for where the sound is coming from: Hadriel doesn't have a speaker system, or any warning sirens in place for when something horrible happens. But you'd better find cover quickly, because shortly after the sirens start wailing, the city begins to change. Walls and furniture start to peel, revealing a bloody, hellish version of the city that you once knew. In addition, the monsters from the bestiary will roam the city, as well as a few other monsters that might hit a little closer to home.

Some characters may run into monsters which embody their own sins or insecurities. Some characters may be pursued by their friends' hellish mirrors. One thing is clear: you don't want any of these things catching you. Luckily, it isn't long before Hope makes a post, declaring the god temples as safe zones from all the creatures that are now loose upon the city.

The sirens will fade within a few hours, and the city will fall back to normal, the monsters will retreat back into the fog as if they were never there, and everything seems to be fine again, as if that terrifying experience was just some kind of twisted dream. You can tell yourself that, if you like... but that won't help much the next time the sirens start again.

► This log covers June 15th-20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► Any number of things could murder you here. If you wind up on the unfortunate end of Pyramid Head's chain, please remember to hit up our death post!
circumitus: Captain Morgan didnt let me down when i stand up it feels like the world is trying to hand me rainbows. (i hate your face)

Rey | OTA

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-16 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
I. Lady

When darkness falls and sirens wail, it is not an assault that immediately strikes, though you will get the sense that you're not alone. Whether you're traveling the streets or attempting to find shelter in a building somewhere, you'll catch glimpses of movement out the corner of you're eye. Reflections in a window. A shadow on the wall. Sometimes you'll hear the sound of a heavy dragging across the floor, but whatever it is, the motions are too swift to see.

At some point, you may catch yourself lucky, though 'luck' is a questionable phrase. Behind a glass pane or trekking across the grated flooring making up the blackened streets, a woman wearing a blank, metal mask -- fastened to her face by four iron screws -- can be seen. Maybe dragging a body bag along, the contents of whatever, or whoever, is inside remains unknown. Maybe she's taken an interest in you for some reason.

Either way, Rey is not far behind.

As someone who refuses to seek shelter in one of the temples, she takes her chances. Equipped this time with a claymore sword at her hip and her own personal arsenal (protip: Rey is the arsenal), she travels the city streets, seeking safety or reprieve where there may be none.

And there is none. No safe haven, no light to be found in the shadows. All there is is an endless abyss, and that's fine. No problem. Far as Rey is concerned, she never deserved a light in the first place.

II. Monster Mash

Hours drag on like lifetimes, pulling her through the fog. It seems as though no matter how long she walks, she never seems to get anywhere.

Until, that is, a silhouette appears in the mist. Rey squints, but sees no indication of the shape being one of the creatures she's since encountered while being out here. Then again, she's realized that not all of them have appeared inhuman.

Just when she is about to call to them, her voice is drowned by a crying siren.

What waits for her and whoever was shrouded in fog earlier in the darkness, only time will tell.

As in a few seconds, the beastly growl or the otherworldly sounds of some creature is about to introduce itself to its audience. Rey grabs for her claymore, but doesn't go rushing into a fray just yet. The last thing she wants is to chop off the head of a fellow prisoner, trapped in this city as much as she is.

III. Wildcard

[Let me know if there's something else you'd like to do? Hit me up via PM or check out my plotting comment on the OOC post for details!]
synthedick: (♠ blood tide)


[personal profile] synthedick 2016-06-16 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
The moment the fog rolls in and the sirens start blaring, Nick takes to the streets, sure that whatever this fog is, it means trouble. The guard hasn't been called into action in an official capacity yet, but they don't need to be for Nick to put himself out there, to run a quick sweep of the city and make sure those who need help get it. He's always been the kind to put others before himself; there are times he doesn't realize that a trait like that can be as much of a flaw as selfishness, as his pursuits could leave him blind to the enemies all around.

Hope's message comes in on his communicator while he's was crossing through the park; he's by the arena when the culprit makes herself known. That second broadcast answers a question he's been wondering for a long time: if the gods really have no control over who the Door pulls in, what happens when it brings in someone with enough power to challenge them?

Looks like he has his answer, for now. Aside from the fog, the streets are surprisingly clear, save for the decaying state of the buildings. The fog might be pulling the paint off the walls, but so far, Nick has found little to be concerned about.

That is until he makes it home and opens the front door.
circumitus: Take control of me and wipe away my fears... (i'm a broken doll; you're the puppeteer)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-16 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Home is a safe place. At least, that's what they say.

What Nick finds isn't home, but almost someplace else entirely. While there are vague hints that this had been the house he shares with Rey, some things are definitely off. Rusting, chain-linked metal replaces the walls. The grated flooring reveals a yawning abyss below his feet. The door to what should be Rey's room is boarded shut, only accessible via the balcony connecting to the second bedroom... if one can get past the gaping hole in the floor.

A rotting stench plagues the air. If anything, one would wonder if this place was hospitable at all, because it sure as hell doesn't look like it.

Most notable are the sounds, though. Mechanical churning and whirs move the dwelling place, rumbling the metal that's somehow holding this damned structure together.

Somewhere above, on the second floor, there is a loud thump that nearly shakes the rickety, hellish house.
synthedick: (♣ tough times)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-06-16 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Nick's eyes widen the moment the door creaks open, the sound piercing the silence of the fog all around him. The streets had changed, as had the outside of the buildings, but to have the safety of his home so mutilated is a shock. Looks like Hope wasn't kidding when he said that the temples were likely the only safe places.

He pulls an arm over his face, his olfactory receptors going haywire as the door shuts behind him; his auditory ones do the same, taking in every noise, every whine of the now-dilapidated house, every groan the structure has to offer. Aside from the basic layout, there's almost no resemblance between this nightmare and his home, of the home he shares with Rey.

And something else, if that noise upstairs is a warning. Rey should be out herself, he thinks. She wouldn't still be in a place like this... not unless the fog did something to her. Given what they've gone through with the gods, that's not out of the question, especially if whomever caused this mess is powerful enough to rival them. A wildcard like that could be great if it wasn't currently being used in all the wrong ways.

Knowing he'd better investigate, Nick eyes the floor for a moment, figuring out his best path. Rey's room is boarded up -- not a good sign. He could try the connected balcony, but getting the other bedroom is going to be a trick. He starts off by sidling along the wall toward the kitchen, his pace slow as he listens to how the house responds to his presence... and his weight on the floor. He doesn't trust that grating for one second.
Edited 2016-06-16 03:43 (UTC)
circumitus: Take control of me and wipe away my fears... (i'm a broken doll; you're the puppeteer)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-16 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
The grating whines, but otherwise seems to carry Nick's weight. Any hint of Rey being here is absent, save for the creaking sound in the floor above. However, Rey so rarely has any excuse to go up there that it doesn't appear likely to be her.

For as sickly as the house is, everything about it seems almost alive. As though a thousand eyes are watching from every corner, every unseen cell that fills the air. The walls are practically breathing when, upon closer inspection, it seems to be made more out of a sick, fleshy tissue than any ordinary housing material.

As Nick starts to move towards the kitchen, a solid thunk makes its way down the spiral stairs, between the second bedroom and the bathroom. Then, what sounds to be footsteps descends at a slow, agonizing pace. With every step, something heavy follows, like something is being hauled downwards.
synthedick: (♠ duty or dishonor)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-06-16 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
As he makes his way along the wall just past the stairs, Nick stops to examine its surface, particularly the texture. It's not just paint peeling, revealing the bare walls beneath: it's as though the entire house is made of some kind of organic matter, skin falling off the the tissue beneath as it decays. That explains the smell -- maybe not the oppressive feeling of being watched, nor the fact that the house is suddenly alive, but it's a start.

The sound of something making its way down the stairwell draws his attention from the walls. Rey would have no reason to be in his room, and given the state of the rest of the house, he doubts it's her. It's something else, something dragged in by the fog. Whatever could do this to his home could likely bring in worse, but the question is what worse entails.

He slides into the second bedroom, crouching beside the doorway, grabbing his pistol, and waiting to see what emerges.
circumitus: Take control of me and wipe away my fears... (i'm a broken doll; you're the puppeteer)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-17 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed, what emerges isn't Rey. Instead Nick will find only a glimpse of blonde hair peeking out from the corner.

Despite its womanly shape, it isn't really a person at all. Not with its gray skin, pale hair crowning the back of its head and, more particularly, the fact that its face is obscured by a metal sheet. A mask of some sort, with no discernible patterns. Just the screws that burrow into its face, yet it doesn't bleed. Whether this is because it does not bleed at all or because it isn't even human, it's hard to tell.

It's also hard to tell whether or not it senses Nick, or even cares that he's there, trying to hide. To observe. Either way, it's too preoccupied to deal with him. Its fingers pull along what appears to be a crude, oddly shaped body bag.

If one needed more indication that it isn't human, its movements reveal its true nature. Twitchy. Clackity. Its bare feet, covered in filth, skid across the grated floor. As it enters the living room, the bar code on its thigh is more visible.

Neck craned, head reeled back in an awkward position before it lolls to the side, it practically glides its way across the room. Little by little. Until it makes its way to the center of the living area.

What appears beneath its feet is something that Nick wouldn't have noticed before. The ground shifts, a mechanical whir churning the environment. This opens up a passage leading even deeper below the house -- into that abyss.

Without so much as a care, it continues its long walk journey down, the body bag bumping behind it, thumping on every step.

It vanishes into the darkness, leaving the door very open, should Nick be inclined to investigate. But there is no light down there...
synthedick: (♠ underground undercover)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-06-17 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
As the creature -- woman, feral, he's not sure, but it certainly isn't human -- passes through the main room, Nick holds his position, staying as still as he possibly can so as not to draw any attention his way. He only needs one look at it to know whatever it is, it didn't come over for a friendly visit. It's as he's eyeing the body bag that his gaze is drawn to the floor, the grating opening, mechanisms whirring and clicking into place to create a spiral stairwell that travels deeper into the abyss below.

His eyes narrow as the woman descends out of sight, the body bag thump thump thumping behind her with every step into the house, which he can only assumes she has some control over. And he thought Rey was a terrible decorator.

There's no time for smart remarks -- even to himself -- as he decides his next move. Investigating that woman and determining if she's a threat -- and dealing with her, if so -- is high on his list, but his first priority is to make sure his roommate is nowhere around. He crosses through the second bedroom, making his way toward the balcony that connects to Rey's bedroom.
circumitus: Take control of me and wipe away my fears... (i'm a broken doll; you're the puppeteer)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-17 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Unlike the rest of the house, Rey's bedroom seems almost normal. Almost.

While lacking in the linked metal and the grated flooring, the walls appear to have decayed with rapid age. The hardwood ground also bears the same symptoms of mold, in addition to splotches of dark, dried up red.

Closer inspection reveals the room to be quite a mess. Red splashes stain the walls, the floor, and across the bed that's been turned upright and placed against the wall. The bed itself is in shambles.

What more, an empty body bag has been placed neatly at the center of the room.
synthedick: (♠ the trial of brother devin)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-06-20 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
The relative normalcy of Rey's room -- decayed walls instead of peeling, pulsing flesh and a moldy wood instead of the rusty grating -- is almost more unnerving than the rest of the house. Everything else is so changed that it feels completely alien to him, as though the fog transported him somewhere else upon his entering the house.

But this room is closer to what he'd expect, closer to what he'd find in any bedroom... save for the destruction. The bed is upturned, destroyed; dried blood stains the floor, clings to the walls around him. It all exudes violence; it reminds him too much of her dream. And then there's the body bag. He doesn't know why it's there or why it's empty, but he does know that Rey isn't here... and if she had been, she isn't anymore.

He decides to skip a sweep of the upstairs for the time being and heads down into the abyss that's appeared below the house, just in case the masked woman has some control over the stairwell and can close the floor up again. He'd rather not lose the trail, not when he has a lot he wants -- needs to know.

While his synthetic body can do a lot of things that an organic one can't, it isn't equipped with night vision. However, he is resourceful: the Pip-Boys back home could have their screens brightened to double as a flashlight, and as it turns out, his phone can do the same.

Holding the communicator in one hand to light his way, he grasps his gun in the other and descends the stairwell, his steps slow, cautious. He's not sure what he'll find down there, but he won't let himself leave without knowing the truth of what awaits him in the darkness.
circumitus: Take control of me and wipe away my fears... (i'm a broken doll; you're the puppeteer)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-20 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a long way down for Nick. A long way down. One advantage he has over being a synth is the fact that he doesn't tire out that easily. Time and distance doesn't seem to have much meaning here; several minutes could have passed, or it could have been hours.

After what feels like an eternity, a dim, orange-red glow begins to manifest from the void at the bottom of Nick's tireless descent. The blackness that seems to stretch on for miles seems to reveal concrete walls surrounding the stairway instead; they may as well have been there the whole time.

Dark red graffiti marks the concrete along the way. Most are illegible. Some are visible, revealing phrases as inscrutable as "Quos Deus vult perdere, prius dementat" to simple, vague ones with clearer meaning -- "Born to suffer". Whatever it is that the wordings are made of, it's hard to tell, but they are accompanied by a putrid stench.

The closer he gets to the bottom, the more he can hear the sound of something crunching. A heavy footfall on cracking bones. It's unclear as to where the deep glow is coming from, but it illuminates the area with an almost fiery aura. The grated stairs end with the surface of broken up cemented flooring in a circular chamber, with twelve doors embedded in the walls.

Over them are a set of numbers: 232.

No evidence of whatever it was that was making the crunching noise is in sight. Neither is there any sign of the woman-shaped creature that had been dragging the body bag along, though there doesn't appear to be any exit for it to have retreated to. How odd.
synthedick: (♦ blind betrayal)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-06-21 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Though the stairs don't tire Nick out, they sure don't do him any favors; the wiring in his leg acts up, but he keeps his pace down the steps, determined to continue the chase come hell or high water. His limb is responding better by the time he spots the light, a bloom at bottom of a dark, heavy void -- it's a good thing, as judging by the sound of cracking bone and the words scrawled on the walls, he might need his leg working for whatever confrontation he may have at the light's source.

But no confrontation comes once he reaches the end of the stairwell, his first step on the concrete floor a careful, quiet: he's met instead with doors, numbers, and a circular room that reeks of death. The original Nick Valentine was no stranger to such a place, but while the mechanical one may be, he recognizes it all the same: it looks like a morgue.

His eyes take in all the details, searching for clues as he falls back on familiar habits. There's no sign of the masked woman, nor of the body bag she was dragging behind her; equally absent is whatever was making that sickening crunching noise, if it hadn't been her. It had sounded like footsteps, but there's no one to be found down there. She couldn't have just vanished into thin air, and he's not the type for hallucinations -- not unless the gods were causing them.

Or someone as powerful as they are. Nick may be impervious to certain organic maladies, but he knows that there's no telling what degree of control the girl who caused all this has over the people in the city, himself included. This could all be one strange dream for all he knows.

He grits his teeth, not liking that uncertainty. His grip tightens on his pistol as he takes a look at each door, trying to discern any visible differences in them, his glowing eyes looking for signs that any have been disturbed recently. If the masked woman is hiding, he will find her -- he's sure of it.
circumitus: Take control of me and wipe away my fears... (i'm a broken doll; you're the puppeteer)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-21 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Some of the doors Nick opens leads into a black box, revealing to be actually a mortuary cabinets where corpses are stored. Only, rather than corpses, the body bags he does find are empty. Black stains of old blood splatter across the inner walls of the cabinets.

Rather than being cold as a morgue is meant to be to preserve the bodies, it is sweltering here. The red-orange glow flickers across the wall, like an unseen flame is dancing in the claustrophobic circular chamber beneath the house of Hadriel.

Eventually, Nick's investigation leads him to a cabinet with a full body bag inside. It's filthy, with drag marks below it. It's hard to tell at first, but it's quite possible that it's the same bag that the strange woman-shaped figure had been hauling down the stairs.

(no subject)

[personal profile] synthedick - 2016-06-21 20:08 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] synthedick - 2016-06-21 23:53 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-06-22 00:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] synthedick - 2016-06-22 01:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-06-22 02:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] synthedick - 2016-06-22 04:32 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-06-22 13:18 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] synthedick - 2016-06-23 01:27 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-06-23 01:49 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] synthedick - 2016-06-23 02:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-06-23 02:46 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] synthedick - 2016-06-23 03:37 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-06-23 12:30 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] synthedick - 2016-06-24 00:19 (UTC) - Expand
foundafamily: (3.3)


[personal profile] foundafamily 2016-06-17 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
The smart thing to do is take shelter in the temples, but who said Firo Prochainezo was smart? Certainly not him. So, knife in hand, Firo patrols the streets. He intends to go to the temples eventually, but first he has to scout out this danger and make sure other people aren't in trouble.

Firo happens to hear a noise behind him and turns to see the form of a woman back in the distance. Whatever she's carrying must be heavy, if she's dragging it like that. ...And as much as he tries to be a gentleman, he can't help but notice that she isn't very clothed. Did she get beat up by monsters?

He averts his eyes, instead letting them dash back and forth to scan around his sides and behind him--he doesn't want anything else to sneak up on him. "Hey, lady, are you--?"

...You know, the closer she gets, the less she looks like some innocent pedestrian.
circumitus: Take control of me and wipe away my fears... (i'm a broken doll; you're the puppeteer)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-17 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
That's not an innocent pedestrian at all. It's hard to tell what it is, or if it's even a 'she' at all. No, it isn't very clothed, but it doesn't possess the same modesty and care as any civilized human would.

But then, it's not human, is it? Not when its movements appear to be more jerky, its neck convulsing from time to time as it yanks the body bag along the ground. Its bare feet make padding footfalls over the grated flooring that pave the streets. While it could be a trick of the light, its skin also appears to be a deathly shade of gray to match its pale shade of hair.

"What are you looking at?"

Without warning, Rey shows up from behind Firo, curious as to who(?) he's calling out to.
foundafamily: (Default)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2016-06-18 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Firo jumps just a little. Oh, god, is Rey going to think he's some creep or weirdo for hanging out here staring at this person? The closer it gets, though, the more he realizes he probably doesn't have to worry about it.

He grunts, "I thought it was another one of us out here, but I don't think it is."

Without thinking, he flings his arm out in front of Rey, meaning to motion her to get back. His knife is already in his right hand and ready to go if their monster friend gets too close.

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-18 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, Firo. You're such a creep.

Rey couldn't care less, actually. Judging by the looks of that thing, one would be stupid to take their eyes off it.

She blinks at Firo's gesture, raising a brow. Really? "Been following it for hours. Or perhaps the other way around..." She shakes her head. "Don't think it's attacked anyone, yet."

Then again, she hasn't seen it get close to anyone. And when she does try go approach it, it seems to always get away somehow.
foundafamily: (14.1)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2016-06-19 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
At that look, he blinks back and then lowers his arm. She did say she was a soldier, didn't she?

Firo continues to survey the strange creature and her burden. "What about that... whatever it is she's got with her, huh? You don't think that's somebody?" Or some body. "Unless she robbed a store and that's her loot."

It seems a bit unlikely to him, though.
circumitus: 'Cause it makes him feel like a fish. (says he likes to get high and swim)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-19 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
That she did, bro. That she certainly did.

Her face twists into an uncertain expression at Firo's presumption. "Don't think it's 'loot'."

Rey glances back towards the figure as it makes its way into the shadows between two buildings. Whatever it was Nick had seen when he had unveiled the contents of one of those bags, he seemed shaken by it.

"It isn't anything good. You're better off just ignoring it." That's what Rey's been doing, and it hasn't seemed to have attacked her yet. The damned thing is annoying, that's all.
foundafamily: (13.3)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2016-06-20 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Firo sighs and stares right back. One day he’ll get used to how literal and rigid her mind seems to be, but that day is apparently not today. “Exactly. Which means it’s probably a body. So either she’s a freak who likes to carry around those things, or she probably killed ‘em herself.”

Either way. She’s weird, and Firo’s instinct is always to go poking his nose into weird things.

“You don’t wanna find out what’s up with her?”
circumitus: Otherwise you'd be a dad by now. (thank god you're gay)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-21 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry, Firo. Rey's rigid mind is an acquired taste.

Indeed that woman-figure is weird, hence why she has thus far kept her distance from it. She can't explain why, but something about it unsettles her.

"Don't... know. Haven't seen it attack anyone yet." She shakes her head, taking a step back. "Think it'd be better just to leave it alone."

Unlike Firo, Rey isn't so kind as to grace the creature with a pronoun, despite its vaguely feminine demeanor.
foundafamily: (13.3)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2016-06-22 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Rey may very well be right, but Firo doesn't like the idea of leaving this strange creature behind them. Letting her out of sight especially--then she could just sneak up on them if she does intend to do damage.

He half-turns to split his attention between Rey and the strange lady. "I wanna check it out. If she's not gonna attack me, then she won't attack." He shrugs; it's as simple as that.

He faces back towards the lady and starts walking towards her at an easy pace. It's up to Rey if she wants to follow.
circumitus: tall, lanky, uses teeth when giving head, and runs like a giraffe. don't do it, man... (no i know her type)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-22 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"You shouldn't really..." Rey starts, but Firo is already taking off towards the weird lady-figure that's been ghosting her for the last few days.

She heaves an exhale through her nose, neither happy about going after the creature nor the fact that Firo has resolved himself into following it. While she could let him go about it like his own business, something about this doesn't sit right with her. Like it's her responsibility or something. Why she feels responsible for what happens to people on account of that thing, she doesn't know.

Just a sinking feeling.

With that, Rey moves to go after Firo, making her way down the narrow alley leading out onto another street. Halfway there, however, they find a partially opened door into one of the rusty, gritty buildings that appears to have been one of the restaurants.

Rey slows down to a halt in front of it, glancing to Firo. "Think she might've gone through here."

Before they can stop and discuss, she slips through the door and into the dark restaurant.
foundafamily: (3.3)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2016-06-24 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Firo scans up and down the building, smiling a little when Rey goes right for it. "What happened to not wantin' to go after her?"

He follows her inside, ready to fight if need be.

There's no immediate challenge by the lady that he can see, from what's visible in the dim light. Across the room, a blackened stove occasionally sputters with flames, which provides most of the meager illumination.

The restaurant look only seems to extend to patches of the interior. Beneath the low ceiling, knocked over tables and chairs mingle with large, cubical machines that rumble and sputter.

"What the hell is this place?"
circumitus: (503): forewarning i'll probably have done those drugs with you (i wanna bring you to show and tell)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-06-25 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Rey just scoffs at Firo's comment. "Never said that. Just didn't want you going after it."

Something that she knows is now unavoidable. Damn Firo and his curiosity. And hell if she's going to let him wander off and get hurt by it, or in general, if she can help it.

Upon entering the restaurant, any sign of the woman-figure seems to be absent. Like she must have vanished into thin air. Still, Rey has a creeping suspicion that they're not alone, and that they're being watched.

Or hunted.

"Am guessing that it used to be a dining establishment before all hell broke loose," she answers him. She approaches one of the dining tables, some chairs not-so-neatly arranged around it with a pile of cooked meat. When she gets a better look at it, it's the size of a dog, except it's less canine and more...

Yup. That sure is a giant rat, served on a silver platter.


(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-06-25 03:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-06-25 18:41 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-06-26 16:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-06-27 01:37 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-06-27 17:12 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-06-28 03:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-06-28 18:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-06-29 01:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-06-30 03:12 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-06-30 13:20 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-01 03:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-01 17:33 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-02 15:42 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-03 01:54 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-03 19:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-04 02:42 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-05 03:38 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-05 18:19 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-08 03:18 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-09 18:49 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-10 19:28 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-11 12:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-11 17:35 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-12 02:27 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-13 19:05 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-13 22:52 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-16 17:19 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-16 18:00 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-17 17:50 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-18 00:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-19 14:09 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-23 01:48 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-25 03:43 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-26 01:26 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-26 16:16 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-27 02:30 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-27 03:21 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-27 12:54 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-27 19:19 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-07-28 13:27 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-07-29 02:50 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-08-01 02:18 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-08-02 04:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-08-03 03:27 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-08-05 22:22 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-08-08 01:04 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-08-09 16:06 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-08-11 01:44 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-08-15 03:31 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-08-16 01:52 (UTC) - Expand

cw: death, gore

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-08-17 03:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-08-18 03:46 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-08-18 15:28 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-08-19 02:32 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-08-20 02:46 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-08-21 00:45 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-08-21 21:03 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-08-22 05:18 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-08-23 03:08 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-08-24 01:51 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-08-24 18:11 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-08-25 03:53 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-08-26 01:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-08-28 00:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-08-29 03:27 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-09-04 23:37 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-09-07 02:10 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-09-11 00:02 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-09-12 02:49 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-09-15 03:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-09-15 13:23 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-09-18 19:06 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-09-20 03:25 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-09-20 14:03 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-09-23 02:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-09-24 03:29 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-09-27 04:03 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-09-27 13:31 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-10-08 03:37 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] circumitus - 2016-10-10 00:05 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

[personal profile] foundafamily - 2016-10-18 02:21 (UTC) - Expand