Scardy
kicker of useless maps
Who's eyes am I behind?
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Post by Scardy on Sept 29, 2004 17:07:11 GMT -6
"Aug... it's just like how they got that guy Josh... he just disapeared. They're probably out there, being tortured, their teeth pulled out, symbols being carved into their skin...." A lock of Scardy's hair had gone white. "Oh, god... I saw her. I saw her in the camera... I saw Elly Kedward!"
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wanga
rock pile disturber
Bleeding shards of broken glass, My reflection waves and fades to black
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Post by wanga on Oct 1, 2004 9:44:09 GMT -6
"Lets get moving - we cant just sit here, we gotta follow them. " Wanga had stirred from his spot underneath the giant oak. Lets pack up, and go.
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Scardy
kicker of useless maps
Who's eyes am I behind?
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Post by Scardy on Oct 1, 2004 18:15:11 GMT -6
"Great idea, but instead of following her, let's go the opposite way at warp speed!"
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Post by Tweek on Oct 3, 2004 12:31:17 GMT -6
"You want to leave now? At night? We'll get lost for sure. Or worse! I'm staying right here until morning. Then I'm getting outta here..."
TWEEK marches to his tent and disappears inside. Sounds of a sleeping bag being unzipped and someone crawling inside. Then silence.
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Scardy
kicker of useless maps
Who's eyes am I behind?
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Post by Scardy on Oct 3, 2004 17:58:22 GMT -6
Scardy sat by the fire, rocking herself and crying. She was so scared, and nobody cared. She thought of those students, not too much older than she, lost. she remembered something her father had told her. When lost in the woods, one should stay put, so they would be easier to find. Scardy decided to make it even easier. She started screaming, and this time, didn't stop until her throat went completely raw. That done, she went back to rocking and crying.
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Post by LunaSea on Oct 8, 2004 5:48:28 GMT -6
Luna settles next to Scardy and puts her arm around Scardy, trying to console her.
It seems to do little good, but maybe somewhere deep inside, the broken and terrorized Scardy would feel her presence and consolation.
Everything seems to be falling apart quickly as fear and panic sets in within the camp.
Luna fights her own terror and tries to focus on the task at hand. To keep everyone from running crazily into the woods in the pitch darkness. Regardless of what was out there, they must stick together.
United we stand....divided we fall. It made sense to Luna....knowing what she knew.
To run headlong into the dark and potentially dangerous woods was the last thing this group needs to do.
"Please everyone," she called out. "Let's try to be as calm as we can. Please.....it's not safe to wander away from camp in the night. Let's try to come to some consensus....a common plan....but please don't take a chance because you're scared!"
Even as Luna finished speaking, the sound of rocks clacking together in the distance could be heard. It sent a chill to the marrow of her bones.
She knew that sound.
Knew it far too well.
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Post by Tweek on Oct 9, 2004 16:37:08 GMT -6
A flashlight clicks on inside TWEEK's tent. He removes the small object from his pocket and holds it to the light. It is a broken compass.
I wonder if this was Heather's compass, he thinks. We could be camped in the exact same spot that they were. That's a creepy thought.
TWEEK sits up in his sleeping bag and reaches for his backpack. He reaches inside to pull out the map. His eyes widen with surprise. He dumps out the entire contents and searches everything again. It's not here.
His map is gone.
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Scardy
kicker of useless maps
Who's eyes am I behind?
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Post by Scardy on Oct 10, 2004 12:58:38 GMT -6
Scardy gave a small gasp at the sound of the clacking rocks. It was all she could do just to keep a handle on her fear and sanity.
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wanga
rock pile disturber
Bleeding shards of broken glass, My reflection waves and fades to black
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Post by wanga on Oct 11, 2004 3:39:45 GMT -6
We need to get moving, seriously guys. Someone needs to take control. Whose it gonna be?
Any vollunteers?
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Scardy
kicker of useless maps
Who's eyes am I behind?
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Post by Scardy on Oct 12, 2004 17:38:37 GMT -6
Scardy was in no condition to lead. Perhaps wanga, TWEEK, or Luna.
OOC: I don't see my character pulling herself together for a while.
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Post by Tweek on Oct 20, 2004 6:49:28 GMT -6
TWEEK exits his tent and looks at the others one at a time with a frown. One of them took my map, he thinks. I wonder who it was. Trying to scare me. Well it won't work.
"I gotta pee. Be right back..."
He marches off towards the treeline and soon vanishes from sight. Minutes pass. Ten. Then twenty. Then thirty.
TWEEK has not returned to camp. Something is wrong.
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Scardy
kicker of useless maps
Who's eyes am I behind?
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Post by Scardy on Oct 21, 2004 17:58:41 GMT -6
"TWEEK?" Scardy starts to call out, having regained a bit of her composure. "Man, either he really had to go or... or something got him." She looked scared again, her regained composure shaky. "Luna, we have to go after him. If anyone can get us back, it's TWEEK." Her eyes started to tear up again. "We have to find hom, WE HAVE TO FIND HIM!" Scardy sat down, forcing herself not to panic, gripping her fear with everything she had and shoving it down into her stomach, out of her throat.
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Post by Tweek on Oct 27, 2004 12:19:18 GMT -6
<<< NEXT MORNING >>> The sunrise reveals that TWEEK did not return to his tent. The woods look a lot less threatening now in the daylight. Someone has made coffee, the smell of it brings the remaining campers out of their tents. Soon everyone is sipping hot java and talking about what to do next. A light breeze blows past, scattering dead leaves across the ground.
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Scardy
kicker of useless maps
Who's eyes am I behind?
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Post by Scardy on Oct 28, 2004 17:17:06 GMT -6
They had pushed the coffee onto Scardy to console her, insisting her it woud make her feel better. It would, if she didn't hate coffee. They suggested all kinds, but she didn't like any type of coffee. Yet the smell comforted her because it reminded her of her father. "Il a y bu le cafe au lait." she said softly, whistful for other morning activities. French class with her best friend who was always counting on her to help. She must of done well, 'cause on the last test her friend had gotten a grade that surpassed her own. She hadn't been jealous, just angry at herself for not studying those dumb imparfait endings. Scardy sat there, her stomach in knots, doing her best not to think of TWEEk missing, or the eerie words that had boomed that night. Scardy knew why they'd always called her that. She paced the edge of camp, kicking up leaves. She stared at the ground, fear and hope both rising in her stomach and throat. A clue, a trap? She called out to the others. "Guys, there's a trail here!"
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Post by Tweek on Nov 9, 2004 6:39:18 GMT -6
After several hours of waiting it was agreed the party would not wait for TWEEK any longer. The trail leading south would be followed, and once out of the woods they would send a search party to find the missing. Tents are quickly packed up and soon everyone is marching single-file down the path Scardy had found.
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Scardy
kicker of useless maps
Who's eyes am I behind?
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Post by Scardy on Nov 10, 2004 16:46:00 GMT -6
Scardy was doing her best to keep herself from falling down that spiral she'd found herself the last night. The film that she had been recording had devolved from an attempt to see ghosts to a video journal. "We're following a path going south today, but it's starting to get late. We've discussed settling down to camp, but many don't want to stop." she told the video, recording the backs of her fellows. "Tweek dissapeared last night while taking a leak. we've decided our best hope is to make it back to town to send for search teams, but many are now resigned to this. we feel we'll soon know what happened to all those who crossed the path of the witch before us. And we'll pay for our curiosity with our lives." she stumbled suddenly. her pants were now covered in mud, and she moved to give a sharp kick to what had tripped her, but instead screamed. It was a white hand, wrapped around her ankle.
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Post by Tweek on Nov 12, 2004 12:59:29 GMT -6
There it is. A decayed human hand. Reaching up from the cold earth.
The ground around it is undisturbed; clearly this body has been here for a long time. The fingers are little more than bare bones. On the back of the hand is a faded tatoo.
To their horror, the group recognizes the mark. They know who this is. And that it's impossible. This cannot be who they know it is.
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Scardy
kicker of useless maps
Who's eyes am I behind?
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Post by Scardy on Nov 12, 2004 21:35:04 GMT -6
Scardy fainted dead away, shock having finally taken her. her hat fell off and her hair spilled around her face, catching dead leaves in them. Somewhere in a tree, a crow cawed hoarsely.
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Post by Tweek on Nov 15, 2004 9:47:44 GMT -6
The guide. The old man who led them to the woods.
He disappeared only yesterday. How can this dead hand, reaching up from the ground right in the middle of the trail, possibly belong to him? Were they led to the woods by a ghost? Or was he murdered and buried here during the night? This body has been here way longer than one day.
The group is on the verge of panic. Some are quietly weeping. Others are dreading what may happen when the darkness comes in a few short hours.
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Post by Tweek on Nov 18, 2004 8:07:54 GMT -6
Gathering up a semi-conscious Scardy and leaving the tents and heavy items behind, the group continues south again. A much faster pace this time. The sun is nearing the tops of the trees; it will be getting dark very soon. They half-run through unfamiliar terrain along a faint and winding path, everyone listening for signs of pursuit.
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Post by Tweek on Nov 22, 2004 7:32:06 GMT -6
Weary from running, the group stops under a huge oak tree and huddles together as the sun sets. The great dead branches overhead creak and groan in the wind. Every sound in the woods seems louder than it should be.
A stomach growls. Loudly. No one has eaten all day.
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Scardy
kicker of useless maps
Who's eyes am I behind?
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Post by Scardy on Nov 27, 2004 7:43:49 GMT -6
The hunger rouses Scardy once more, but she, like many others, isn't ready to stop. A fight breaks out between the ones who want to keep going, and the ones who want to make camp. "Seriously," she protested to several of the campers, I recognize this tree. If we go that way," she pointed to her left, we'll see Coffin rock again. But, if we go the way that large branch is pointing, we'll run across the path that took us from the cr, and I left marks from there to the path." "Why didn't you do that the entire way?" One camper complained. "Don't you remember?" another in a pink sweater said, "A big honkin' owl swooped down and hit her in the forhead and spilled the rest of the paint." "But it's rained since then." protested another. The paint would of washed away." "Not if it got to dry before then, that was high quality paint." said Pink sweater. "So what are we gonna do? Do we stay here one more night and try it in the morning, or do we head straight down and try for the cars tonight?" The group was split in half. Half wanted to leave immediately, to try to avoid anymore of the witch, and the other wanted to try in the morning, to avoid walking in the dark.
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Post by Tweek on Nov 30, 2004 7:44:21 GMT -6
Half the party wants to go, half wants to stay. Tempers flare and soon the discussion turns to angry shouting. When everything is over, half the group has continued on and the rest have stayed.
There is now only Scardy, LunaSea, Dan, and Wanga remaining at the big tree. They each begin to silently wonder if staying was the right choice. Too late now.
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wanga
rock pile disturber
Bleeding shards of broken glass, My reflection waves and fades to black
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Post by wanga on Nov 30, 2004 8:04:49 GMT -6
Wanga stood up and surveyed the landscape. A strange mist had descended and was winding its way through the trees, spreading out like poison gas. the cold gripped the weary group with a sudden gust that came out of no-where and was gone jus as quickly.
"i can see something" wanga jumped up suddenly from his position under the silent sycamore he sat under. "over there" wanga pointed with a quivering finger in the direction they had been walking since they arrived on black rock road and diverted into the woods. There appeared to be visable a row of chimney stacks appearing over the tops of the trees. I think we've made it all the way to Burkittsville- the others must be there as well - all this time it was just around the corner. Something was wrong however - the wooden buildings had a slighly haunting melody to them- almost new and emaculately kept, the mist seemed to reveal them in a new light- twisted and sinister. As the group approached the town they realised somwething was wrong - This was Blair, not Burkittsville- and the inhabitants appeared to have fled the town.
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Post by Tweek on Dec 6, 2004 14:45:37 GMT -6
It looks just as they imagined it would. A row of empty colonial houses, windows and doors boarded up. An old wooden sign lies on the ground, broken and weatherbeaten. The words on it faded long ago.
But one of the buildings is not vacant. A shabby cabin, set away from the other structures. The boards have been pried away from the door and a faint wisp of smoke can be seen rising from the chimney top. A flicker of light shines from under the door.
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