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Postby Xanama » Fri Apr 01, 2016 1:30 pm

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Xanama wrote:She nodded at what Alice said "I never said it was... plese... just don't shoot me..." She looked as if she was about to cry "i..."

Reluctantly, Jimmy lowers his gun. "Fine. But I've got my eye on you. Don't think your chewin' off anyone's arms on my watch."

"You get to shoot me if I am..." She sighed "I guess I should have a gun?"

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Postby Luft » Fri Apr 01, 2016 1:41 pm

Victoria watched in shock as the other people in the house argued. "What's your problem?!" She asked the man pointing a rifle around as he accused the woman who had opened the door for her. "Do you all really believe him? That guy downstairs is probably the cannibal if there is any."

She moved her spot against the wall and began to search her bags for her phone. Finding it, she dialed 9-11, getting flustered when she had no signal. "Shoot...I don't even know where this place is."

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Postby ApplePieistan » Fri Apr 01, 2016 1:46 pm

Luft wrote:Victoria watched in shock as the other people in the house argued. "What's your problem?!" She asked the man pointing a rifle around as he accused the woman who had opened the door for her. "Do you all really believe him? That guy downstairs is probably the cannibal if there is any."

She moved her spot against the wall and began to search her bags for her phone. Finding it, she dialed 9-11, getting flustered when she had no signal. "Shoot...I don't even know where this place is."

"Why don't we all just leave? You know, drive home? If there's something waiting for us outside, one of us is gonna be able to shoot him."

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Postby Canis Rex » Fri Apr 01, 2016 1:48 pm

Jos paused in his search when one of the guest aimed at another, but sighed in relief when he was convinced to lower the rifle. He slowly walks to the group to try and diffuse the tension.
"Lets all just calm down." He tries. "Whether or not this guy is telling the truth about some demonic spirit, there is still danger. From him or from whatever is out there. We have to think and act as a group. Otherwise we're all easy individual pickings."
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Postby Xanama » Fri Apr 01, 2016 1:50 pm

Kat sighed as everyone started to either rgue or suggest leaving, she stood next to Victoria because she felt safe around her

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Postby New Antonalia » Fri Apr 01, 2016 3:08 pm

Charlie heard the commotion downstairs. "Ah fuck it." He said to himself as he left the trophy room, quietly walking down the stairs. He could hear the others, to him, they sounded scared shitless. "Hey, where is he?" Charlie asked sneaking into the living room. "Where is the mountain man?"
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Postby Canis Rex » Fri Apr 01, 2016 6:31 pm

Jos turned to the new arrival from upstairs.
"He went to the basement I believe." He then remembers that where this guy came from was where the weapons were. "You didn't happen to see a handgun of some kind while you were up there, did you?"
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Postby The Mystery Bard » Fri Apr 01, 2016 7:05 pm

A hissing could be heard as a gloved hand ripped the spike out of the tire of Mark's rental car which began rapidly deflating.
All of The tires of every vehicle were slashed and were hissing air while the engines of the snowmobiles were pierced.
The shadowy figure went staggering out of the garage and around toward the back of the house where the open cellar door was.The jingling of a chain and the crunching of snow was all that could be heard.

Several minutes later, inside, everyone could hear nothing but silence from the basement for about ten minutes or so.
Suddenly the old mans voice could be heard.
"Oh shit!"
Followed by the loud Pow! of his Steyr rifle.
Two more quick shots rang out, followed by several loud crashing and breaking sounds, gold owed by another gunshot.
"God!Shit!"Came his voice.
Followed by rapid footsteps up the basement stairs.
The old man burst through the door and slammed it shut and locked it.
His right shoulder was soaked in blood and a deep cut went across his forehead, which was pouring blood.
He turned to everyone gasping for air,"Get a weapon and get upstairs the bastards in the house!"
This was immediately followed by the door rattling violently, shaking on it's hinges.

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Postby New Antonalia » Fri Apr 01, 2016 7:25 pm

Canis Rex wrote:Jos turned to the new arrival from upstairs.
"He went to the basement I believe." He then remembers that where this guy came from was where the weapons were. "You didn't happen to see a handgun of some kind while you were up there, did you?"

"Sorry, I grabbed the first thing I could find. I didn't really look for a side arm."
The Mystery Bard wrote:A hissing could be heard as a gloved hand ripped the spike out of the tire of Mark's rental car which began rapidly deflating.
All of The tires of every vehicle were slashed and were hissing air while the engines of the snowmobiles were pierced.
The shadowy figure went staggering out of the garage and around toward the back of the house where the open cellar door was.The jingling of a chain and the crunching of snow was all that could be heard.

Several minutes later, inside, everyone could hear nothing but silence from the basement for about ten minutes or so.
Suddenly the old mans voice could be heard.
"Oh shit!"
Followed by the loud Pow! of his Steyr rifle.
Two more quick shots rang out, followed by several loud crashing and breaking sounds, gold owed by another gunshot.
"God!Shit!"Came his voice.
Followed by rapid footsteps up the basement stairs.
The old man burst through the door and slammed it shut and locked it.
His right shoulder was soaked in blood and a deep cut went across his forehead, which was pouring blood.
He turned to everyone gasping for air,"Get a weapon and get upstairs the bastards in the house!"
This was immediately followed by the door rattling violently, shaking on it's hinges.


"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" Charlie said, hearing the door shaking like Hell itself was on the other side, as well as the old man's deep gash. "What attacked you, Satan's fucking guard dog?!" He shouldered his rifle aiming at the door instead of the man with the rifle.
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Postby The Mystery Bard » Fri Apr 01, 2016 7:32 pm

New Antonalia wrote:
Canis Rex wrote:Jos turned to the new arrival from upstairs.
"He went to the basement I believe." He then remembers that where this guy came from was where the weapons were. "You didn't happen to see a handgun of some kind while you were up there, did you?"

"Sorry, I grabbed the first thing I could find. I didn't really look for a side arm."
The Mystery Bard wrote:A hissing could be heard as a gloved hand ripped the spike out of the tire of Mark's rental car which began rapidly deflating.
All of The tires of every vehicle were slashed and were hissing air while the engines of the snowmobiles were pierced.
The shadowy figure went staggering out of the garage and around toward the back of the house where the open cellar door was.The jingling of a chain and the crunching of snow was all that could be heard.

Several minutes later, inside, everyone could hear nothing but silence from the basement for about ten minutes or so.
Suddenly the old mans voice could be heard.
"Oh shit!"
Followed by the loud Pow! of his Steyr rifle.
Two more quick shots rang out, followed by several loud crashing and breaking sounds, gold owed by another gunshot.
"God!Shit!"Came his voice.
Followed by rapid footsteps up the basement stairs.
The old man burst through the door and slammed it shut and locked it.
His right shoulder was soaked in blood and a deep cut went across his forehead, which was pouring blood.
He turned to everyone gasping for air,"Get a weapon and get upstairs the bastards in the house!"
This was immediately followed by the door rattling violently, shaking on it's hinges.


"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" Charlie said, hearing the door shaking like Hell itself was on the other side, as well as the old man's deep gash. "What attacked you, Satan's fucking guard dog?!" He shouldered his rifle aiming at the door instead of the man with the rifle.


A snap could be heard as one of the hinges broke off and clinked to the floor, a smashing could be heard as the other hinge began jingling loose, the lock the only thing now holding the door closed.
The old man bolted up the staircase to the second floor, dripping blood everywhere.His rifle nowhere to he seen.
Another smash could be heard and a scrawny arm in a tattered jacket reached around the loose side of the door and gripped onto it's side and began pushing, trying to break the door completely down.

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Postby Luft » Fri Apr 01, 2016 7:38 pm

At the sound of gunshots Victoria screamed bloody murder, almost falling over the girl who had moved to stand by her as she tried to get away from the door. The mountain man came back up drenched in blood and any skepticism she harbored before vanished at the pounding on the door. She grabbed her sports bag and silently followed after the mountain man up the stairs.

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Postby Xanama » Fri Apr 01, 2016 7:38 pm

The Mystery Bard wrote:
New Antonalia wrote:"Sorry, I grabbed the first thing I could find. I didn't really look for a side arm."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" Charlie said, hearing the door shaking like Hell itself was on the other side, as well as the old man's deep gash. "What attacked you, Satan's fucking guard dog?!" He shouldered his rifle aiming at the door instead of the man with the rifle.


A snap could be heard as one of the hinges broke off and clinked to the floor, a smashing could be heard as the other hinge began jingling loose, the lock the only thing now holding the door closed.
The old man bolted up the staircase to the second floor, dripping blood everywhere.His rifle nowhere to he seen.
Another smash could be heard and a scrawny arm in a tattered jacket reached around the loose side of the door and gripped onto it's side and began pushing, trying to break the door completely down.

Kat was scared, but something took her over, she ran to the door and blocked it with her own body "I need a gun! Please!"

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Postby The Mystery Bard » Fri Apr 01, 2016 8:06 pm

Xanama wrote:
The Mystery Bard wrote:
A snap could be heard as one of the hinges broke off and clinked to the floor, a smashing could be heard as the other hinge began jingling loose, the lock the only thing now holding the door closed.
The old man bolted up the staircase to the second floor, dripping blood everywhere.His rifle nowhere to he seen.
Another smash could be heard and a scrawny arm in a tattered jacket reached around the loose side of the door and gripped onto it's side and began pushing, trying to break the door completely down.

Kat was scared, but something took her over, she ran to the door and blocked it with her own body "I need a gun! Please!"


On hearing her slam into the door, the hand felt around, and, on finding her, grabbed her arm with a tight grip and with surprising strength pulled her towards the small opening in the left of the door,attempting to pull her through.

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Postby Torrocca » Fri Apr 01, 2016 8:11 pm

Ben, heeding the advice of the old man, ran upstairs with haste, following right behind anyone and everyone else that dared to run. He assumed his sister did the same. Alice, however, did not - she stood there, frozen in a moment of fear and uncertainty. "That crazy girl's being attacked!" she thought through a racing mind, "I could help her or go upstairs... but... if this thing is supernatural... then it'll get up there eventually! It's best to take a chance outside!" With haste, she fled to the front door, throwing it open as she bolted outdoors.
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Postby Xanama » Fri Apr 01, 2016 8:12 pm

The Mystery Bard wrote:
Xanama wrote:Kat was scared, but something took her over, she ran to the door and blocked it with her own body "I need a gun! Please!"


On hearing her slam into the door, the hand felt around, and, on finding her, grabbed her arm with a tight grip and with surprising strength pulled her towards the small opening in the left of the door,attempting to pull her through.

"Someone help!" She yelled "Victoria!" She cried as she attempted to pull her arm away, "Please!"

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Postby Luft » Fri Apr 01, 2016 8:21 pm

Upstairs, Victoria was on the verge of freaking out. She quickly tore jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt out of her travel bag and instructed everyone not to look as she switched out of her dress faster than she knew was even possible. Victoria glanced out the nearest window to see if they could get out if they had to make a run for it as she rezipped her winter jacket. It seemed like a long drop to the petite girl.

She was reluctant to address the old man, but he seemed like her only hope. "Do you need s-something for a bandage?" She threw him a random tank-top from her bag. Jittery as can be, she tried to ignore the chaos downstairs.

(Xanama, my character hasn't told anyone her name...so yours couldn't know it :P)

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Postby ApplePieistan » Fri Apr 01, 2016 8:25 pm

Xanama wrote:
The Mystery Bard wrote:
On hearing her slam into the door, the hand felt around, and, on finding her, grabbed her arm with a tight grip and with surprising strength pulled her towards the small opening in the left of the door,attempting to pull her through.

"Someone help!" She yelled "Victoria!" She cried as she attempted to pull her arm away, "Please!"

Jimmy looked both ways anxiously, trying to decide what to do. He takes a second before muttering "Fuck everything." He goes up to grab Kat's free arm and, with all his might, tries to pull her away from the scary hand. "Goddamnit, someone help!"

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Postby New Antonalia » Fri Apr 01, 2016 8:38 pm

ApplePieistan wrote:
Xanama wrote:"Someone help!" She yelled "Victoria!" She cried as she attempted to pull her arm away, "Please!"

Jimmy looked both ways anxiously, trying to decide what to do. He takes a second before muttering "Fuck everything." He goes up to grab Kat's free arm and, with all his might, tries to pull her away from the scary hand. "Goddamnit, someone help!"

The thin, grey arm looked more like bones with claws attached to them to Charlie. "Fuck." He thought as he took aim at the wrist and fired, little did he know that in his panic, he loaded hollow point rounds and the wrist was no longer attached to the arm. "Jesus fucking Christ." He said, looking at the rifle and the bloody hand still attached to Kat's wrist. "Damn it Charlie, snap out of it." He thought, firing several more shots through the opening, hoping that he had deterred the monster in the basement enough to force it to leave.
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Postby Canis Rex » Fri Apr 01, 2016 9:20 pm

Jos's head whips around at the initial gunshots and panic. He rushes to grab the nearest possibly useful thing, what he assumes is a walking stick used in heavy snow like this, and prepares to help the girl caught by whatever was coming up from the basement. He stops short when another guest begins shooting at the creature and prepares to see what he may need to do.
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Postby Slaveokia » Fri Apr 01, 2016 9:48 pm

The Mystery Bard wrote:
Xanama wrote:Kat was scared, but something took her over, she ran to the door and blocked it with her own body "I need a gun! Please!"


On hearing her slam into the door, the hand felt around, and, on finding her, grabbed her arm with a tight grip and with surprising strength pulled her towards the small opening in the left of the door,attempting to pull her through.

With all the commotion Henry rushes up the stair muttering
"Fuck, fuck,fuck.." In rapid succession, he enters a room and grabs a gun but has trouble loading it and eventually he comes back downstairs but is frozen, he's so shocked he's having trouble moving.

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Postby The Mystery Bard » Fri Apr 01, 2016 10:12 pm

The arm jerked back as blood spewed from it.
An inhuman screech came from behind the door as the arm slid back inside.
Rapid footsteps could be heard heading down the stairs.
The old man had just finished using the tank top provided by the young girl as a turnekin.
He had a twelve gauge he had grabbed from upstairs in his hands as he descended back down.
He nodded to charles,"Good shot."
He eased forward and stopped right at the door, before speaking again.
"I saw that the cellar door was bashed open before I got out.Hes not trapped down there.We need to barricade all the doors and as many windows as possible.Now c'mon let's go!"
He shouldered the twelve gauge and begin pushing a recliner chair across the floor in front of the basement door.

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Postby Torrocca » Fri Apr 01, 2016 10:32 pm

Ben raced downstairs after the old man, shouting, "Alice! Alice!" He asked to no one in particular in his panic, "has anyone seen my sister?!" He frantically looked around the building, hoping to find some trace of her.

Alice had stopped running, and was now hiding beneath one of the cars outside of the cabin. She eyed the cabin suspiciously - whatever cannibal spirit... thing... it was that was after them might exit the building. She wanted to see if it did, and if it'd approach her hiding spot, so she could decide on a course of action.
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Postby The Mystery Bard » Fri Apr 01, 2016 10:43 pm

Torrocca wrote:Ben raced downstairs after the old man, shouting, "Alice! Alice!" He asked to no one in particular in his panic, "has anyone seen my sister?!" He frantically looked around the building, hoping to find some trace of her.

Alice had stopped running, and was now hiding beneath one of the cars outside of the cabin. She eyed the cabin suspiciously - whatever cannibal spirit... thing... it was that was after them might exit the building. She wanted to see if it did, and if it'd approach her hiding spot, so she could decide on a course of action.


As he finished blocking the basement door the old man said aloud to Ben,"If she's outside son she's already dead.Theres nothing we can do for her now.That thing will track her down like a wolf if she was stupid enough to run off into the woods.Her chances are better if she hides and doesn't make one single solitary sound.All we can do is pray she didn't break for it."

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Postby Torrocca » Fri Apr 01, 2016 10:44 pm

The Mystery Bard wrote:
Torrocca wrote:Ben raced downstairs after the old man, shouting, "Alice! Alice!" He asked to no one in particular in his panic, "has anyone seen my sister?!" He frantically looked around the building, hoping to find some trace of her.

Alice had stopped running, and was now hiding beneath one of the cars outside of the cabin. She eyed the cabin suspiciously - whatever cannibal spirit... thing... it was that was after them might exit the building. She wanted to see if it did, and if it'd approach her hiding spot, so she could decide on a course of action.


As he finished blocking the basement door the old man said aloud to Ben,"If she's outside son she's already dead.Theres nothing we can do for her now.That thing will track her down like a wolf if she was stupid enough to run off into the woods.Her chances are better if she hides and doesn't make one single solitary sound.All we can do is pray she didn't break for it."


"What... no... we need to go get her, then!" Ben headed toward the door, frantic.
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They call me Torra, but you can call me... anytime (☞⌐■_■)☞
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Postby The Mystery Bard » Fri Apr 01, 2016 10:53 pm

Torrocca wrote:
The Mystery Bard wrote:
As he finished blocking the basement door the old man said aloud to Ben,"If she's outside son she's already dead.Theres nothing we can do for her now.That thing will track her down like a wolf if she was stupid enough to run off into the woods.Her chances are better if she hides and doesn't make one single solitary sound.All we can do is pray she didn't break for it."


"What... no... we need to go get her, then!" Ben headed toward the door, frantic.


"Don't you touch that damn door!"The old man roared aiming his twelve gauge at Ben.

Outside the jingling of chains could be heard along with the crunching of footsteps through snow as the tall menacing figure of the Cannibal rounded the corner and stopped in front of the gaping garage door.
He slowly turned his head toward the garage,listening.

Inhale-Exhale
Inhale-Exhale
Inhale-Exhale


He lowered his gaze to the bottom of the car.
He staggered forward slowly, drawing from his belt a long rusty chain with a sharp six inch rustic spike at the end of it.
He slowly approached the vehicle where he heard the heavy breathing coming from.

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