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INTRO LOG: FACE OFF

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for November. Don't get your face eaten!
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: November 10th-17th
Warnings: Monster-related violence, people lamps, general unpleasantness, mass confusion.

You wake up on the hard earth of the colosseum. By the state of things and the various aches and pains in your body, you've probably been passed out there for awhile. A few things should immediately become clear to you upon an initial assessment.
1. You're not alone
2. You're near other people who look to be in a similar state.
3. You're also near an assortment of human shaped lamps.
4. You're also near something that skitters off into the shadows of the colosseum.
Of all of these alarming things, the skittery object might be your largest concern. Be wary when turning corners or shutting out the lights: the Hunters work best when your vision is obscured, so their gelatinous form is even harder to spot. Their main goal will be to kill people of course, though they prefer to hide in corners and smaller rooms. Watch out when trying to work through the halls of the colosseum to find the outdoors- they're surprisingly quick, and they prefer to kill their prey by opening their face-flaps and wrapping their mouths around your head. Fun!

More information on Hunters can be found here!

Second largest concern? Maybe it's the people lamps. Maybe it's the actual people around you. Whatever it is, be sure to familiarize yourself with it quickly. The devil you know is better than the devil you don't, after all.

All done with the horrible monsters and awkward greetings? Try your hand at exploring the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies until your little heart is content. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers November 10th-17th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► All characters now arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

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[Arena]
Great. Right out of one nightmare and into another.

He'd only closed his eyes for a brief rest before he would be heading to the hospital, too wired to sleep but still exhausted after everything that happened, and then he'd found himself waking up on the ground in what looked like a coliseum. For a moment he thought he had just fallen asleep and was dreaming, except that dreaming would've been more real; not like this same surreal daze that had settled over everything a few hours into the night and has only grown worse as the time has gone by.

Also what is with the creepy lamps, seriously.

Then he sees something move, and not in an entirely unfamiliar way. Chris is on his feet in a moment, exhausted muscles and injured leg protesting the movement, but he's somehow not run out of reserves of adrenaline just yet. For the first time he registers there are other people around as well, none of which he immediately recognizes--though he only spares a brief glance, his gaze mostly focused on a patch of shadows the monster had disappeared into--many of whom look to be in varying states of surprise; hopefully at least one of them has a weapon, because Chris has nothing useful on him and he's not sure running is going to be an option.

He hobbles back a step or two, to put more distance between himself and the direction whatever it was had moved as well as to test his leg; he doesn't fall down, so there's that at least, even if the pain is warning him he's taking a serious gamble every time he puts any weight on it. But maybe he can still run after all, because really, what is his other option? Hope he's lucky--and that's using the word 'lucky' very loosely--enough to be facing another monster with movement-based vision and therefore be able to get away with just holding still? Not likely, and even if it that were the case he wouldn't be able to just stand by while the other people here were in danger.

Think, Chris. What the hell is he going to do?

"Hey," says Bob, "hey."

He's a few dozen paces behind him, in one of the small pools of light, crouched near the lamp on the floor.

"Hey, man, they live in the dark." And extending a hand to him in an easy beckon. "You gotta move."

Fast, and hopefully without stopping to think too long about it. He projects as much reassurance as he possibly can, but can't quite disguise the worry.

It takes a moment for Chris to figure out he's being spoken to, rather than it being just a part of the general rising chaos around him, but once he realizes it he spares a quick glance back toward Bob. "Do you know what they are?"

Maybe this guy's familiar with them or something, but Chris is pretty sure that would also fall under the 'no way he's that lucky' thing. Still, whether or not he actually knows much about them, it does seem Bob's right about them living in the dark so moving toward the light sounds like a pretty good idea.

Easier said than done, but Chris is not about getting eaten by whatever the hell those things are so he'll just have to deal. "Right. You wouldn't happen to have like, a gun or something?" It's a nervous chatter type of question, gaze still fixed on where he last saw the monster even as he's starting to move toward Bob; despite the obvious limp he's still able to move decently quickly--at least for now--even if it might not be considered fast. Unfortunately.

Whether he's lucky or not remains to be seen. Something shifts closer in the dark, and Bob does in fact pull out the glock, holding it expertly and in both hands, squaring up on the noise in the dark.

He lowers it without firing, though, and glances up at Chris, with a shake of his head. Yes, he does have a gun, but no, he has absolutely no idea what they are.

Bob is a quiet man at the best of times, but right now his voice is absolutely lodged in his throat. He barely, barely rasps;

"We need an exit."

Okay, well, gun is definitely way better than nothing. Now to hope these monsters can actually be hurt by bullets, and they might have a chance.

Chris nods at the comment, close enough now to Bob that he can trust the other man will be able to keep lookout long enough for Chris to try to catch sight of a way to get out of this place. It's like a coliseum--maybe that's exactly what it is--so it should have tunnels, right?

Like any of this is following any logic.

Not to mention it's pretty dark, except for the stupid lamps, but as he's taking quick glances around he notices one lamp that doesn't seem to be illuminating what should be a wall behind it. He points toward it, though he glances around them again to make sure nothing's about to leap out as he speaks. "There. I think there's a tunnel."

"Right."

Says Bob, with a single nod- he clutches his arm tighter around his chest, and to the subtly squirming thing that's just staying zipped into the front of his jacket for the moment.

"We make a run for it?"

They're fast, whatever the hell these things are, but there's enough going on in here that humans have a chance of being faster.

"Yeah. To the lamp." Then they could make sure there actually is a tunnel beyond it and figure out how to get through it. Maybe once they find an exit they can help direct some of the others here out as well.

But that involves not dying first, and not dying involves running, which is enough of a problem without thinking too many steps ahead. "Ready when you are, man."

Bob nods, gets his breath, secures his poor dog, and then runs. It's so dark, and dangerous, he finds himself instinctively crouching- he'd always thought it was a conceit on television, an effort to look more serious, but it's something else- an instinctive furl in, away from everything he can hear scuttling around them.

Scuttling up closer behind them, now, too. He swears under his breath, and looks over his shoulder and behind Chris, to try to give him a moment of warning if something is creeping up.

This sucks so hard.

Last time he'd run from monsters, it had at least been light enough to see decently well and in surroundings he was familiar with. The time before that it had been pretty dark, but he'd had a shotgun and that sort of made up for how horrible the rest of it was.

But this just feels even more suicidal than the other times, even though they really don't have a lot of options. He can hear the creatures in the darkness, listening more than looking for them, and really wishes he had a flashlight or that his phone wasn't hopelessly devoid of battery. Or at least that he could run faster; as it is he's keeping up, but who knows for how long.

Chris hears the scuttling as well, but as much as he wants to look back when Bob does it'll just slow him down. "K-Keep going!" They're nearly to the next light; they can regroup and figure out what to do there, provided they makes it and as long as the creatures don't decide to get brave and venture from the shadows too quickly.

Bob feels something brush his coat, but shoves it off with a slam of his forearm, staggering a little but making it on and past, and into the small pool of light. This lamp is a woman, standing, arms akimbo, though her body seems subtly distorted and swollen, and in every other circumstance Bob wouldn't go anywhere near this thing.

Whatever's behind them hisses, cutting that train of thought off and crowding him further into the light.

"Fuck."

Is about the only thing he can manage off the top of his head, and more sincerely;

"Fuck."

Chris definitely agrees with the sentiment, adding a curse of his own under his breath as he stops by the creepy lamp and crouches down awkwardly both to stay more in the light and to take some weight off his leg.

"You okay?" He asks, sparing a glance toward Bob again before looking back out into the darkness, looking and listening for the hissing creature and any others that might be there. This time he finally catches sight of that Bob's carrying a dog, and offers a quick suggestion. "Hey, if you're like, holding onto that little guy I can take the gun. Got some experience shooting monsters."

As surreal and weird as that is to say and mean.

"Can't fire in here, anyways."

He admits, with a reluctant shake of his head, and a glance at a sound in the shadows- he points- with his jaw, not with the gun hand, and certainly not the arm cradling Rocco.

"Footsteps. Human footsteps. There are a dozen of us, maybe more."

He isn't going to lend him his gun, because honestly he isn't going to take a single shot unless something is so close as it wouldn't make a difference who's carrying it.

Well, that isn't the answer he particularly wants--or necessarily agrees with; not about not wanting to shoot people on accident of course, but more that it's a big enough risk not to attack the monsters--but he's not going to argue it. "As long as you shoot one of those things if it jumps us."

That's the important part, anyway.

Moving on, he tries to ignore the sounds of scuttling for the moment to look for the tunnel he'd caught sight of earlier, and it seems there is indeed a passage. Of course it's completely dark, but it's there. "Okay, looks like there is tunnel. What are the chances it actually leads out?"

"We'll try."

Bob decides, with a ragged breath. Truthfully, he'd like a minute, he'd like ten minutes to catch his breath and calm his heart and get himself ready to handle everything out there. However, the longer they wait, the closer he can hear the things coming, preparing an ambush.

"Blunt force does a lot with them." The source of some of the black goo on him so far. "Ready?"

This, he presumes, is going to be one of those awful things in life that quite simply has to be lived through.

Chris would really like to rest as well; he's been going nonstop for what feels like forever at this point, but the longer they wait the more danger they're putting themselves in. Staying on task and keeping a step ahead of the monsters is going to be their best bet.

That blunt force does something is encouraging at least, and he nods in understanding and at the question. But then he remembers something and suddenly digs in his pockets, looking for one item in particular; a moment later and he procures the zippo lighter Josh had tossed to him before everything went so suddenly wrong.

Don't think about it. Back on task.

"Better than nothing." He explains under his breath, flicking the lighter open and igniting the flame. "Ready."

"Good."

He says, and steps closer to him, letting out a breath.

"Hold it in front of us."

They tend to leap out of the dark. Bob and Chris will be much, much more visible this way, but will at least stand a chance of seeing something if it comes for them- something all too easy to miss, with the shadowed corridors, the intermittent lamps and the light blindness they cause.

Ready, and go. He steps out, into their little puddle of light, chasing away the inky black.

"Got it." As much as it kind of feels like sticking his hand into a lion's mouth, Chris extends the lighter out into the darkness. Fortunately the flame is bright; not enough to truly illuminate anything, but definitely enough that they might be able to see the flashes of shadows--real or imaginary--and keep track of the tunnel walls.

The flame also flickers, just briefly, as they enter the tunnel, indicating that it is--hopefully--a way out. Chris sticks as close to Bob as he can, about a half-step in front so the light can lead the way, listening for anything other than their own breathing and footsteps.

There's a skittering behind them, a few steps back, but it's seeming to keep its distance. For the moment, at least.

Chris | Until Dawn | OTA!

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