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Player Info
Player Name: V!
Player LJ: frozenfoxfire
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: AIM: frozenfoxfirex
Player Email: frozenfoxfirex @ aim . com
Are you 18 years of age or older? 20
Character Info
Character Name: J
Character’s Age: 20ish
Fandom: Marble Hornets
Timeline: entry #40
Appearance: lookit hims adorable fish-eyed face
History:
twitter account
youtube account
--> totheark/the masked man?
J, a friend of Alex Kralie's from film school, came into an extensive amount of old tapes from Alex's unfinished movie, Marble Hornets, after begging him to give them up. Alex was uneasy about giving the tapes up, saying he wanted to burn them, and for three years J resisted watching them.
After three years of forgetting about them and no contact with Alex, J decided to look at them. The tapes weren't all of the Hornets cast and set - in fact, a lot of them were of Alex himself, constantly taping himself, paranoid beyond all belief. Half the time nothing happened, but then he started to find disturbing entries. A tall, slender, impossibly fast man in a suit - was it a man? it was so tall - was following Alex, stalking him. As J watched, the tapes progressively got more and more disturbing - entries that he was in that he didn't remember, entries that made no sense, entries filled with violence and horrifying realizations. The slender man was everywhere.
As J dug deeper he decided he had to find Alex, and began to look into the old house he'd once lived in. It'd been trashed, abandoned, and among locked doors and odd drawings there was blood in the sink. Something had happened there - J just needed to figure it out. He started to develop a cough, he found it almost impossible to sleep, he got increasingly paranoid... and then, he realized he was being stalked too. As he was uploading his videos, someone was replying - someone who had audio that matched entries he'd posted with the audio stripped, someone who had video of him from hiding spots, someone who knew about the cameras in his locked apartment. He decided to return to the house, try to find something - anything - he could to explain any of this.
A masked man found him, attacked him. He woke up the next morning in a completely different place.
The masked man, two days later, took him from his locked apartment for three hours. He could remember nothing of what happened - not even leaving in the first place - and there was video of him with the slender man. found you.
He found a tape the slender man had taken from Alex. His friend was losing his mind, and the slender man was to blame. He returned to the house during the day, desperately looking for any last clues - woke up at night, in a completely different house, after a harrowing night of doors that lead to different places and chasing the masked man. His camera was broken, frozen on the insanely distorted picture of the slender man over him, and he had no memories.
J did the only thing anyone in his position would have.
He ran.
Soon after, his apartment burned. The slender man was in the crowd. The slender man was looking for him.
For a while, he kept moving from hotel to hotel, finding his paranoia disappearing, his headaches ceasing, his memory improving. He decided to drop the entire investigation, decided to give up the search for the slender man and for Alex.
On the fourth of April, 2010, his phone was sent a text by an unknown number. It was only a number: 41810.
On the eighteenth of April, 2010, he was sent a tape showing Alex and his girlfriend running from the slender man - on April 4th, at 4:04 pm.
He realized two things: someone had known where he was the entire time, and Alex was still alive.
He decided to set out for the return address on the box. He was going to find Alex.
Seven months later, he woke up in a hotel room, with absolutely no memory of anything from the seven months since receiving the package. It didn't take long to realize something was wrong - he could remember nothing, and the only other person in the hotel was a strange girl named Jessica. They spoke several times, and each time J gave her another, completely different reason that he was there. Each time, Jessica would get more and more agitated.
Finally, she cornered him and demanded an explanation. She was missing time. He was missing time. He finally promised to tell her everything. He instructed her to get ready to leave, and then he closed the door.
When he was ready to go, he found Jessica had mysteriously disappeared, and a code on a piece of paper, one that opened the safe in his hotel room, the one he'd been trying for days on end to figure out but couldn't. Inside were a series of video tapes. Hurriedly, he grabbed them all and turned to leave, but the masked man was standing there, and attacked him, trying to stop him from leaving. He managed to escape, body and memories intact and videos in tow, and is now reviewing the tapes to find what happened in that 7 months.
Personality:
J is an extremely curious fellow. When he's curious enough, he often presses on in any endeavour, even when he knows it's certain to go south. This usually gets him into tons of trouble - anything from breaking into a house and stealing some things from inside, to mysteriously losing days and days of memory. Despite this, he's fairly level-headed. He knows when something isn't right, no matter how hard it is for him to stop from stopping, and he's always cautious. Unfortunately, he's also got the tendency not to ask for help, no matter how worrisome his circumstances may be, which often leads to canceling out all his careful plans.
J is also an extremely obsessive fellow. When something's under his skin, it stays there until he's figured it out somehow. Either he follows it to the end or he's distracted by something else. Because of this, he's followed the Operator to the point that he's constantly on the run, trying to escape what he's unwittingly unleashed. He's no stranger to hotel-hopping, though he also makes incredibly bad moves like not moving from one when he should, or sleeping in his car in the middle of nowhere.
He has next to no self-preservation reflex. If he gets a call from Alex to show up at a park with little to no explanation, he'll show up. If he thinks he ought to go into the odd house that keeps making him forget things, he'll do it. He feels fear, in his own way, but his curiosity and obsession clash together in a way that he's almost incapable of keeping away from anything that seems suspicious or unbelievable. He almost feels guilty, as if he has to go in and see or he could be walking away from something important.
He's also extremely desensitized. He doesn't seem to register normal emotions or react to anything unless it's over the top. His way of speaking or relating events is usually very flat and to the point; he doesn't seem to have any immediate reaction to things unless they are violent or destructive. He's deeply disturbed by things but he never seems to react after the fact.
He's also got an absolutely terrible memory, and he is a terrible liar. He's awkward and nervous around people, and has an automatic reaction to lie about whatever he's actually doing, as if he's afraid they'll think he's crazy or he's trying to protect them. He's fiercely loyal to his friends, no matter how many times they screw him over (lookin at you, Kralie) or just how fucked up he thinks they are. He's dedicated. He's slowly losing his humanity. He's not stupid, but he's a little slow sometimes.
Powers/Abilities: n/a
Limitations: n/a
Writing Samples
Third Person Sample:It's not the first time he's woken up in an entirely new place, but it's certainly not the worst. The bed is cozy enough, considering he went to sleep in a two-bit motel in the middle of ass-backwards nowhere, but that's not really on his mind right now. He's in an entirely new place, and he doesn't understand how. That's nothing new, but it's not anything he can just let happen. He has to figure out where he is, and decide a plan from there.
He searches for clothes, but finds only the bag of dirty laundry he had stuffed in his bag, and the bag of video tapes he's been reviewing, and he decides just to stick with what he has. When he stumbles out into the hall (and, subsequently, into the street) he finds ...people. He's not alone here. In fact, he's entirely without desolation. It staggers him, and he's not sure how to react, leading him to stand, stupidly staring down the street, bare feet and open mouth at how many people are nearby.
When J returns to the room, he fires up his laptop, finds all the files are there... but he can't connect to the internet. Frustrating. Not a single fucking thing makes any sense. He decides to go through the house he's been deposited in, and finds - well, for starters, just about anything a guy could need for basic living, but, most importantly, a television. Maybe this could tell him what was happening, or where he was, or even what day and time it was. Turning it on only leads to static, which he immediately mutes, but couldn't explain why he didn't just turn it off. In the next room, he finds a computer, and leaps on it immediately to find the intranet.
Intranet, huh. And he has a sign on?
Weird.
He logs in anyways. Has to be there for a reason, right? For a long time the pointer hovers over "post" before he finally decides to try.
Centering the webcam, he takes a deep breath and clicks.
First Person Sample:
[video]
Uhhh... hi.
[The boy setting up the camera looks tired as all hell, and the room behind him is pitch black, even though it's the middle of the day. there's a television full of static behind him, but it's been muted.]
Okay, I'm not really sure what's going on here, but it... doesn't really matter. It's just a little confusing that I'm ...here, in this city, with all these people, and no one seems to be outwardly bothered, or anything, so I've- I have to ask.
[his lips tighten and he looks away for a moment, swallowing hard.]
Is... Okay, this might sound a little weird, but ...Do you all remember how you got here?
Because I... I don't know, I fell asleep, I don't remember a headache, but... I'm here, and...
[at this point, he really just sounds like he's talking to himself. he's not even looking at the camera anymore.]
I don't know, maybe I'm just really hoping there's someone out there with an answer.
...Oh. And if anyone knows how to hook a laptop up to the intranet.
Player Info
Player Name: V!
Player LJ: frozenfoxfire
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: AIM: frozenfoxfirex
Player Email: frozenfoxfirex @ aim . com
Are you 18 years of age or older? 20
Character Info
Character Name: J
Character’s Age: 20ish
Fandom: Marble Hornets
Timeline: entry #40
Appearance: lookit hims adorable fish-eyed face
History:
twitter account
youtube account
--> totheark/the masked man?
J, a friend of Alex Kralie's from film school, came into an extensive amount of old tapes from Alex's unfinished movie, Marble Hornets, after begging him to give them up. Alex was uneasy about giving the tapes up, saying he wanted to burn them, and for three years J resisted watching them.
After three years of forgetting about them and no contact with Alex, J decided to look at them. The tapes weren't all of the Hornets cast and set - in fact, a lot of them were of Alex himself, constantly taping himself, paranoid beyond all belief. Half the time nothing happened, but then he started to find disturbing entries. A tall, slender, impossibly fast man in a suit - was it a man? it was so tall - was following Alex, stalking him. As J watched, the tapes progressively got more and more disturbing - entries that he was in that he didn't remember, entries that made no sense, entries filled with violence and horrifying realizations. The slender man was everywhere.
As J dug deeper he decided he had to find Alex, and began to look into the old house he'd once lived in. It'd been trashed, abandoned, and among locked doors and odd drawings there was blood in the sink. Something had happened there - J just needed to figure it out. He started to develop a cough, he found it almost impossible to sleep, he got increasingly paranoid... and then, he realized he was being stalked too. As he was uploading his videos, someone was replying - someone who had audio that matched entries he'd posted with the audio stripped, someone who had video of him from hiding spots, someone who knew about the cameras in his locked apartment. He decided to return to the house, try to find something - anything - he could to explain any of this.
A masked man found him, attacked him. He woke up the next morning in a completely different place.
The masked man, two days later, took him from his locked apartment for three hours. He could remember nothing of what happened - not even leaving in the first place - and there was video of him with the slender man. found you.
He found a tape the slender man had taken from Alex. His friend was losing his mind, and the slender man was to blame. He returned to the house during the day, desperately looking for any last clues - woke up at night, in a completely different house, after a harrowing night of doors that lead to different places and chasing the masked man. His camera was broken, frozen on the insanely distorted picture of the slender man over him, and he had no memories.
J did the only thing anyone in his position would have.
He ran.
Soon after, his apartment burned. The slender man was in the crowd. The slender man was looking for him.
For a while, he kept moving from hotel to hotel, finding his paranoia disappearing, his headaches ceasing, his memory improving. He decided to drop the entire investigation, decided to give up the search for the slender man and for Alex.
On the fourth of April, 2010, his phone was sent a text by an unknown number. It was only a number: 41810.
On the eighteenth of April, 2010, he was sent a tape showing Alex and his girlfriend running from the slender man - on April 4th, at 4:04 pm.
He realized two things: someone had known where he was the entire time, and Alex was still alive.
He decided to set out for the return address on the box. He was going to find Alex.
Seven months later, he woke up in a hotel room, with absolutely no memory of anything from the seven months since receiving the package. It didn't take long to realize something was wrong - he could remember nothing, and the only other person in the hotel was a strange girl named Jessica. They spoke several times, and each time J gave her another, completely different reason that he was there. Each time, Jessica would get more and more agitated.
Finally, she cornered him and demanded an explanation. She was missing time. He was missing time. He finally promised to tell her everything. He instructed her to get ready to leave, and then he closed the door.
When he was ready to go, he found Jessica had mysteriously disappeared, and a code on a piece of paper, one that opened the safe in his hotel room, the one he'd been trying for days on end to figure out but couldn't. Inside were a series of video tapes. Hurriedly, he grabbed them all and turned to leave, but the masked man was standing there, and attacked him, trying to stop him from leaving. He managed to escape, body and memories intact and videos in tow, and is now reviewing the tapes to find what happened in that 7 months.
Personality:
J is an extremely curious fellow. When he's curious enough, he often presses on in any endeavour, even when he knows it's certain to go south. This usually gets him into tons of trouble - anything from breaking into a house and stealing some things from inside, to mysteriously losing days and days of memory. Despite this, he's fairly level-headed. He knows when something isn't right, no matter how hard it is for him to stop from stopping, and he's always cautious. Unfortunately, he's also got the tendency not to ask for help, no matter how worrisome his circumstances may be, which often leads to canceling out all his careful plans.
J is also an extremely obsessive fellow. When something's under his skin, it stays there until he's figured it out somehow. Either he follows it to the end or he's distracted by something else. Because of this, he's followed the Operator to the point that he's constantly on the run, trying to escape what he's unwittingly unleashed. He's no stranger to hotel-hopping, though he also makes incredibly bad moves like not moving from one when he should, or sleeping in his car in the middle of nowhere.
He has next to no self-preservation reflex. If he gets a call from Alex to show up at a park with little to no explanation, he'll show up. If he thinks he ought to go into the odd house that keeps making him forget things, he'll do it. He feels fear, in his own way, but his curiosity and obsession clash together in a way that he's almost incapable of keeping away from anything that seems suspicious or unbelievable. He almost feels guilty, as if he has to go in and see or he could be walking away from something important.
He's also extremely desensitized. He doesn't seem to register normal emotions or react to anything unless it's over the top. His way of speaking or relating events is usually very flat and to the point; he doesn't seem to have any immediate reaction to things unless they are violent or destructive. He's deeply disturbed by things but he never seems to react after the fact.
He's also got an absolutely terrible memory, and he is a terrible liar. He's awkward and nervous around people, and has an automatic reaction to lie about whatever he's actually doing, as if he's afraid they'll think he's crazy or he's trying to protect them. He's fiercely loyal to his friends, no matter how many times they screw him over (lookin at you, Kralie) or just how fucked up he thinks they are. He's dedicated. He's slowly losing his humanity. He's not stupid, but he's a little slow sometimes.
Powers/Abilities: n/a
Limitations: n/a
Writing Samples
Third Person Sample:It's not the first time he's woken up in an entirely new place, but it's certainly not the worst. The bed is cozy enough, considering he went to sleep in a two-bit motel in the middle of ass-backwards nowhere, but that's not really on his mind right now. He's in an entirely new place, and he doesn't understand how. That's nothing new, but it's not anything he can just let happen. He has to figure out where he is, and decide a plan from there.
He searches for clothes, but finds only the bag of dirty laundry he had stuffed in his bag, and the bag of video tapes he's been reviewing, and he decides just to stick with what he has. When he stumbles out into the hall (and, subsequently, into the street) he finds ...people. He's not alone here. In fact, he's entirely without desolation. It staggers him, and he's not sure how to react, leading him to stand, stupidly staring down the street, bare feet and open mouth at how many people are nearby.
When J returns to the room, he fires up his laptop, finds all the files are there... but he can't connect to the internet. Frustrating. Not a single fucking thing makes any sense. He decides to go through the house he's been deposited in, and finds - well, for starters, just about anything a guy could need for basic living, but, most importantly, a television. Maybe this could tell him what was happening, or where he was, or even what day and time it was. Turning it on only leads to static, which he immediately mutes, but couldn't explain why he didn't just turn it off. In the next room, he finds a computer, and leaps on it immediately to find the intranet.
Intranet, huh. And he has a sign on?
Weird.
He logs in anyways. Has to be there for a reason, right? For a long time the pointer hovers over "post" before he finally decides to try.
Centering the webcam, he takes a deep breath and clicks.
First Person Sample:
[video]
Uhhh... hi.
[The boy setting up the camera looks tired as all hell, and the room behind him is pitch black, even though it's the middle of the day. there's a television full of static behind him, but it's been muted.]
Okay, I'm not really sure what's going on here, but it... doesn't really matter. It's just a little confusing that I'm ...here, in this city, with all these people, and no one seems to be outwardly bothered, or anything, so I've- I have to ask.
[his lips tighten and he looks away for a moment, swallowing hard.]
Is... Okay, this might sound a little weird, but ...Do you all remember how you got here?
Because I... I don't know, I fell asleep, I don't remember a headache, but... I'm here, and...
[at this point, he really just sounds like he's talking to himself. he's not even looking at the camera anymore.]
I don't know, maybe I'm just really hoping there's someone out there with an answer.
...Oh. And if anyone knows how to hook a laptop up to the intranet.