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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 3:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 3:10 pm
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Groaning, and washing his face as best he could without melting his make up, (He didn't want to get stuck in the chair again) Jerry straightened, looking miserable at his reflection as he sniffed morosely. Great. Fabulous. Drunk and on drugs. Was that what it took to 'play' himself?
He sniffed again, blotting at his nose and mouth with a paper towel once he had made sure there was nothing else questionable on his person he pushed his way out the door.
"Alright," He drew in a deep breath. "Jerry place." Another sniff, and a few blinks as his system tried to digest everything he had just accidentally (or not) thrown at it. "Alright. Alright." He repeated with growing fervor as he re-approached the group of mostly-real-hunters. He didn't know about the blonde guy in the goggles. He didn't care. That was 'in character' for 'Rick' right?
But not for Jerry.
"Alright. Look. We have to buckle down and figure this out. Maybe we're like. Just waiting for a trigger to wake us up. If they think we're crazy, they're probably not the real deal. So we just gotta'-otta' figure-igure," He blinked a few times, rubbing his nose before clapping Rep on the shoulder, "Out how to trigger it. Maybe it's like a dream or a golem- we die in the dream, we wake up. Sounds logical to me. First priority is escape you all got that? Escape and find them and oh god I miss Sasha I know she's been sort of... distant and... and... I mean maybe she... maybe she doesn't love me but I have to at least try I'd do the same for any of you- well, maybe not Rep but oh hell I said that out loud."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 3:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 3:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 3:39 pm
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The fake door swung open rather dramatically on set, the actress playing Medea making a grand sweeping entrance into the cages. "All of this- everything around you, it matters little for your kind." She moved forward into the spotlight, all dramatics, raising a hand-
- Everything for a second blurred, interrupted by a shrill blast of cold, darkness. Stone. Damp. Someone shouting, voices -
- Actress Medea moved forward to the next X on the set. "Whatever you plan to do, everything, it is all a predetermined path. Escape is only temporary and so is freedom, if you escape from us, you will eventually find yourself back to us, as this is your fate, as Humans, as Hunters." She turned around to face one of the cages -
- A leering figure in pale white robes staring back at them, braided hair too perfect against the contrast of black stone, someone in the background was pulling away, screaming perhaps, there was pain, everything felt dry, agonized, every movement just to open their eyes-
- As the actress placed her hands against the fake cage bars. " This battle has already ended, and despite all intentions, everything moved according once again, to plan. Thanks to you Hunters, we have more than enough Fear now. If you think this Lair was dangerous, you once again underestimate our kind. We seek revenge against Hunters, as always, but we seek also our calling as the legacy of the Four Clans."-
- Someone coughing, someone else shouting their name, not in their ears but in their heads a familiar voice, their weapo-
- " The Lair is just the beginning as we wrap our claws around the Human World once more. Famine. War. Pestilence. Death. You will never truly get rid of us, and our hold on you will only grow stronger. The greatest despair is one plagued with false hope."
- And then the illusion dropped entirely.
OOC - ALL PLAYERS (non original prisoners) HAVE NOW BEEN TAGGED. POST an EXIT/reaction solo and then go HERE
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 3:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 3:51 pm
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Deryk sat by still, uncertain of what he should do. So for now, he just watched the scene play out before them. It was now Medea's part. But as she spoke, the world seemed to shift around him. He could hear shouting all of the sudden, but the moment was brief.
A moment later, there was an immense amount of pain, along with a strange pale figure in the area. The blurring here was disorienting the hunter, and he was finding it harder to focus on what was going on. On one hand, he felt fine. On the other, he felt like utter s**t and in a horrendous amount of pain. The two combined, flashing back and forth was a very odd sensation.
Wait.
That voice. Closing his eyes, he was trying to shake off the vortex of feelings. He could hear Medea speaking, but it wasn't registering all too much. It was something about how the clans will rise up again. How they will never be defeated.
And then he did.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 3:57 pm
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Melvin had settled back in his seat, waiting to see the next installment and trying to search for a phone to look through. It seemed with so many actors doing drugs, having breakdowns, and threatening to push their friend's wives, he had to wonder if, as an actor, if he had any unsavory habits or inclinations. Mostly, he just wanted to know if he was holding any weapons or prone to stabbing. That would be something he'd want to check out, mostly because he seemed insane enough to believe he was Melvin Wood. Worst of all, he didn't want to not be Melvin Wood. Abe Quinton seemed like a fine, adventurous man, but his lifestyle was that of a daredevil with no trouble with getting STDs and getting his a** punctured by a bull. All of this just didn't seem right, and he wanted to gain some sense of peace and calm.
That or just know enough to decide if he made enough to quit this show. He liked Melvin, but his coworkers were batshit crazy. Maybe he was just having first-day-acting jitters, but he just wanted to crawl into bed and try and decide what was real and what was based from a script. The idea of some writers getting together to react who he felt he was as a person rubbed him the wrong way.
By and by, he didn't like this show all that much. It lacked space ships.
Just as he was fiddling with a rather complex blackberry, he looked up when Medea entered and resumed her length speech on stage, and sank at the performance. If that was the quality he had to meet as the new guy, he was doomed.
It was then he heard noises, and he rubbed his shoulders, feeling cold and drained. This soon turned to a pain, and he gripped his sides.
On no. Crazy identity crises and now voices and pain. Not good. Visions followed, and just as he looked up at the woman finishing her line, the world turned black.
((Melvin Exit))
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:18 pm
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