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Characters: Tom Conrad, Sean Van Vleet
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Time Period: Modern
Location: A clearing near the forest, after having been dropped off by the helicopter
Relative Date: Early evening a few nights ago
Status: Open
Note: Marina Diamandis is a character that is coming into the game, but RL has prevented the player from finding time to apply. We have her permission to place her as an NPC since she'll be arriving with Tom and Sean, though she won't be interacting with anyone in the scene.
The events of the previous two weeks still weighed heavily on Tom's mind as they were picked up and whisked away to possible sanctuary. As they rose into the sky he remained panicked, convinced that whatever evil was lurking in the town below would find a way to pluck them out of the air and send them straight back to hell. Sure they'd seen helicopters pass overhead and one had dropped supplies, but none had ever landed - and certainly none had ever rescued any of the townspeople. Tom was pretty sure that this wasn't an average rescue mission anyway. Whatever had called them had known them by name, and had enticed them with their heart's desire. In Tom's case it was the promise of safety for Sean that had clinched it, though he was also aware that it had sounded too good to be true. How had those tickets even found them? But given the choice between dying that night and possibly putting off their imminent demise, they had all chosen the unknown.
Tom wasn't tired when they set off, but as the ground below faded to ocean he could feel himself starting to slip into unconsciousness. One minute he was worried that this was another rescue dream (he'd be so pissed), and the next thing he knew there was pressure in his ears as the craft began its descent. The treeline rushed at them quickly and made Tom's stomach lurch, his feet longing for solid ground. No wonder he'd never enjoyed flying: wolves don't have wings. They disembarked with no fanfare or further instructions from the pilot, and as soon as they'd made it safely away from the propeller the helicopter whirred to life and lifted back into the sky. So that was that.
"Now what?" Tom asked, looking around irritably as the privileged celebrity inside of him reared its ugly head. He was used to waiting cars and handlers and all of the people who made transportation for the famous a mindlessly easy process, but here they were again: alone in the middle of nowhere. It was a recurring theme as of late. "I guess we have to fucking walk somewhere? Or are we supposed to just live in the woods from now on." He slung his guitar case across his back and yanked the extended handle of his suitcase, then turned in an awkward circle. The sun hadn't set yet but it was dipping low on the horizon, and that concerned him. Bad things came out at night - and Tom should know.
He was one of them.
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Time Period: Modern
Location: A clearing near the forest, after having been dropped off by the helicopter
Relative Date: Early evening a few nights ago
Status: Open
Note: Marina Diamandis is a character that is coming into the game, but RL has prevented the player from finding time to apply. We have her permission to place her as an NPC since she'll be arriving with Tom and Sean, though she won't be interacting with anyone in the scene.
The events of the previous two weeks still weighed heavily on Tom's mind as they were picked up and whisked away to possible sanctuary. As they rose into the sky he remained panicked, convinced that whatever evil was lurking in the town below would find a way to pluck them out of the air and send them straight back to hell. Sure they'd seen helicopters pass overhead and one had dropped supplies, but none had ever landed - and certainly none had ever rescued any of the townspeople. Tom was pretty sure that this wasn't an average rescue mission anyway. Whatever had called them had known them by name, and had enticed them with their heart's desire. In Tom's case it was the promise of safety for Sean that had clinched it, though he was also aware that it had sounded too good to be true. How had those tickets even found them? But given the choice between dying that night and possibly putting off their imminent demise, they had all chosen the unknown.
Tom wasn't tired when they set off, but as the ground below faded to ocean he could feel himself starting to slip into unconsciousness. One minute he was worried that this was another rescue dream (he'd be so pissed), and the next thing he knew there was pressure in his ears as the craft began its descent. The treeline rushed at them quickly and made Tom's stomach lurch, his feet longing for solid ground. No wonder he'd never enjoyed flying: wolves don't have wings. They disembarked with no fanfare or further instructions from the pilot, and as soon as they'd made it safely away from the propeller the helicopter whirred to life and lifted back into the sky. So that was that.
"Now what?" Tom asked, looking around irritably as the privileged celebrity inside of him reared its ugly head. He was used to waiting cars and handlers and all of the people who made transportation for the famous a mindlessly easy process, but here they were again: alone in the middle of nowhere. It was a recurring theme as of late. "I guess we have to fucking walk somewhere? Or are we supposed to just live in the woods from now on." He slung his guitar case across his back and yanked the extended handle of his suitcase, then turned in an awkward circle. The sun hadn't set yet but it was dipping low on the horizon, and that concerned him. Bad things came out at night - and Tom should know.
He was one of them.