♢. 𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒 ( closed )

[bigwig.]

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After nearly a month of agonizing over the sudden and mysterious disappearance of a friend, a group of Hellshire University students decide to spend their spring break at a remote woodland resort - a chance to get away from it all and start to move on. However, things take a dark turn when that very missing friend spontaneously shows up at one of the cabins. When asked where they went or how they got here, they give only strange, vague answers, and claim that they don't want to tell the police right away to avoid creating an even bigger media circus around the case. Most are willing to believe that this is indeed their missing friend, but some are skeptical, especially when their friend shows off an eerie artifact that they claim helped them 'find their way back'. When their friend then convinces the group to partake in a cryptic ritual to 'contact the other side', they find artifact opens a gate to a dark underworld from which vengeful monsters are drawn forth. The college students' getaway is now a fight for their lives, with many questions left unanswered. Now they must survive long enough to find a way to send their pursuers back.

[bigwig.]

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one. post all forms on the discussion thread. two. discord is not required but is recommended. three. reserve spots via dm or the discussion thread; reservations last 48 hours unless otherwise specified. four. maximum number of characters per person is four - no more than two of each category. it is highly recommended you have at least 1 human character. five. keep scary stuff within cs limits. six. at least four lines per character. writer's block is understandable but no one-liners please. seven. disable signatures on the main thread.

[bigwig.]

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❝ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ❞
a group of friends and friends of friends, common as can be. for nearly a month, they have been mourning
the disappearance of one. all different, yet the same. full of secrets, lies, and regrets, all of which are s
et to ripen within the dark depths of this deadly game. will any be the same on the other side?

𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇
yazmin rivers // InfectedHau
a friend once lost, but now found. but do
they remain friend, or have they turned foe?
only time shall tell the wretched tale.

𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍
oli marshall // borahae.
one who is charismatic, bold, decisive, and
always able to find success. they are indepen
dent, but still a the leader among the group.

𝐕. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓
anton grace // molotov
a mediator, protective and loyal; one who ad
heres to the rules and tries to keep others on
the right path with a parental touch.

𝐗𝐈𝐕. 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
sophie-rose sinclair // senna_
one who is kind, sweet, and loving. they want
only the best for everyone, and wear a fragil
e heart upon their sleeve.

𝐈𝐗. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓
lucky beaumont // bigwig.
solitary but savvy, this one is the quiet friend,
more distant from the rest of the group but
invaluable for their wisdom and sensibility.

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇
open
one who is brave and passionate, rife with
determination. they are fierce, and a fire bu
rns within them, for better and for worse.

𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑
reserved
a charming perfectionist. they are cunning
and aspire to greatness with skill, intuition,
and a powerful ability to influence others.

[bigwig.]

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❝ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐒,

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒 ❞
a pantheon of demonic beings summoned to this realm by an unwitting group of youths. much of their nat
ure is shrouded in mystery. though they take many forms, they were all once human. now, they torment
and tempt the living, before finally passing their deadly judgement.

𝐗𝐕. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋
reserved
the leader, polished and pristine.
they thrive on temptation, manipulating from
the shadows until they are ready to strike.

𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒
open
a loyal servant known for cunning analysis.
they tempt those who seek forbidden knowl
edge and turn the truth into a weapon.

𝐗𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍
reserved
a patient servant who tempts those that wish
for freedom. they lie in wait and play tricks
that ensnare their victims in complex traps.

𝐈𝐗. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄
open
a servant who wields the blade of guilt. they
twist others' morals against them and goad
the zealous to do evil in the name of good.

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓
open
the messenger. a voice for the others, they
put on a mask of vulnerable humanity to
deceive and draw in those who seek love.

[bigwig.]

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𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒.
Oct. 14 - this roleplay is now open and accepting forms.
remember to post applications on the discussion thread.

[bigwig.]

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘
X ✧ "the hermit" ✧ he/him ✧ tags: --
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A dreadful, dreary evening. Sure, the sun had been out all day, and the woods were alive with the rich, earthy smells of nature, but Lucky's mind had been overcast with dark, misty clouds. They'd been there just about every day since Yaz had gone missing, obscuring his thoughts and leaving him mournful and befuddled. This whole 'woodland getaway' thing was starting to feel more and more pointless. Well, they hadn't been here that long, though; maybe it was best to just give it time. The day had gone alright, all things considered. It was their first full day at the cabin and the group had taken it to get acclimated, each in their own way. Lucky had gone down to the lake and gone for a walk up the hill. There were naturally a lot of hiking trails in the area, and Lucky considered himself a fairly adept hiker. He liked being alone, and being in nature especially. It gave a sense of...pleasant isolation. Protective solitude.

But other than trotting around the forest, the day had been pretty uneventful. It was evening now - the sun was starting to dip its head down below the horizon, turning the fair blue sky twilight lavender. Too late to go out anymore, especially considering they were surrounded by wilderness. But now that the buzz of being in a new place was winding down, those same old thoughts had already started creeping back in. Maybe Lucky was just a moody soul, more given to dark thoughts than his peers, but he was feeling rather down despite it all. There was only one true time-tested solution to that, one Lucky had been practicing since he was just a boy.

Slinking outside to sit on the balcony, Lucky arranged himself as comfortably as possible in an uncomfortable deck chair - who ever really sat in these things, anyway? - with his sketchbook and an arrangement of pencils. He kept them neatly organized and knew almost by instinct which one to grab for what purpose. From up here, there was a pleasant view of the rolling hills, furred by bushy dark pines which took on the appearance of ominous black spires in the slowly-fading light. He could always use his phone flashlight to draw by if need be; he'd done so many times before, up late sitting in the corner of his room while his foster parents thought he was asleep. Bittersweet memories.

Impulsively nibbling on the end of his pencil (a habit he had had since childhood and tried many times to break), Lucky began sketching an impression of his view - vague shapes, forms, ideas, the abstract pieces that came together to form a scene. He marked where the different hills began, where the horizon ended, idly smeared the shapes of formless clouds to populate the empty sky. Without color, the image of the sunset would feel quite hollow, but it matched Lucky's mood. Besides, he preferred black and white art anyway. Using soft lead and smudging to create a detailed image from shades of gray was much more inspiring to him. He had dabbled in watercolor art as well, but never felt satisfied with the results.

Seeing the shapes begin to unfold on the paper below him, he began to draw something else: a product of his imagination, something that was not there in real life. A somber human figure facing towards the horizon, sketchy lines of dark hair cascading down her shoulders. Lucky paused, looked at his sketch - it had an ominous air about it now. He sighed and rocked his chair back until it thumped against the cabin wall. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

[molotov]

『 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘 』 x [ the hierophant ] x • x [ male ] x • x [ tags: open ]
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anxiety had been eating away at anthony the moment he had started packing for the trip. even now, upon his arrival, it was difficult to abate the feeling of unease that shot pangs of discontent through his chest. to keep himself preoccupied, he had spent most of the day organizing his things within the cabin, which gradually helped to clear his head and grow acclimated to the new environment. unpacking his fair share of food, simple snacks and meals to prepare to keep the gang well-fed. organizing what he had in the kitchen cabinets and fridge. the addition of a bulky first aid kit, matches, and plenty of flashlights soon followed after — just to be on the safe side — he found slight serenity in knowing he was prepared for any worst-case scenarios.

moving on to the preparations for dinner, as he began to wash his hands in the kitchen sink. anton found his gaze drifting to the window briefly, he peered out at the mountains surrounded by oceans of trees, all silhouetted in the sun’s sleepy rays, which slowly sunk beneath the backdrop of spires carved from rock and wilderness in pleasant hues of rich greens. deeper within, opportunistic shadows began to creep and slither their way through the woodland, shrouding it’s depths, and soon to be the forest in its entirety in total darkness. it was a beautiful sight, the day throughout had been just as pleasant, and yet he couldn’t help but feel amiss, much as he pushed himself to enjoy this little venture for the sake of his friends, there was an odd emptiness that lingered in him as he looked out into the fading evening sky.

highly improbable as the scenario was for an axe wielding maniac to stumble out of those woods, his brain couldn’t help but point out how vulnerable they were out here, and that alone sent a shiver down his spine. nevertheless, he was not one to confuse fantasy with reality, he was just cautious, perhaps a little jumpy, but was that really such a bad way to be? he’d simply take the right precautions to make sure everyone remained safe, predictability ensured security, and their cabin getaway was fairly predictable.

anton had never been one to indulge in the splendor of the great outdoors, for one it was isolated, for another, he felt all the more aware of the potential risks that could transpire, if one wasn’t careful they could get lost - if one wasn’t careful they could disappear entirely. suffice to say, there was a reason he preferred urban areas. realizing he had kept the sink running, he shook himself out of his troubled thoughts and turned off the water, letting a somber sigh escape his lips. he had to remind himself the whole reason he was here was to get his mind off things, not have his concerns magnified by the notion of someone else disappearing.

[Foe Paw]

𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙀𝙇 𝙇𝙀Ã𝙊 ━━ ━ (𝟎𝟎𝟏) ━ ━━
card ━ strength ━ info ━ he/they, 22 ━ tags ━ open

────despite the circumstances, the wood was beautiful.

────daniel couldn't say he had much experience in the woods. he had practical experience with some things that could be useful, though. and sure. there was that year long stretch he spent in the boy scouts, before his father reeled him back in to the closed off corridors where he could be watched more closely. he hadn't had the time to gather much experience from that, besides some fond memories. group activities, lot of running around in nature, learning to cook and sew and tie ropes - it looked like it might have been fun, back then. the image came to his mind, unbidden, of trying to dig up some of the games they played there to cheer up the rest of the group, and he smiled at the idea of trying to convince quiet, slick lucky and bold, prickly oli to play a cub scout game involving doing a crab walk, or some other silly thing.

────yeah. that wasn't likely. still, it would be nice to find some thing that could fix the heavy cloud that had attached itself to the cabin and refused to budge, regardless of what he tried to do to lighten up the mood. there didn't seem to be any kind of fun or relaxing activity that he could come up with that didn't highlight the conspicuous absence in the dynamics. he kept turning to her, expecting an explanation for whatever nerd culture reference he'd just missed, and every time was a bit more of a chipping away at the enjoyment that the rest of the group was bravely trying to build. they were all tired. of worrying, talking to the cops, and of the simpler, more straightforward weights of life, academic expectations and student debt that they were here to break from in the first place. he carefully kept track of his own stress levels, measured in the amount of energy he had for socialization. he also talked a lot to his therapist, before sending her a cheerful goodbye and a quick explanation of missing a few sessions due to the trip to the woods with the lads. he thought he'd be fine. he hadn't had seen anything seriously out of place, ignoring the constant wrong colors and twisting faces that he'd come to expect as his day-to-day. they were easy to ignore, though. spending time with them would be good, if only he could get them to vent some of their pressure as well.

────what could he do in this situation, to get started on that? yesterday there was a lot of unpacking, and while anton had organized his own little kingdom in the kitchen, daniel was taking the opportunity to take a look at the cabin itself, and if there was any handyman-type work he could deal with. the cabin was in good state of maintenance, but these sorts of places always needed upkeep. especially rentals. yesterday he'd called the agency and confirmed the heat, running water, internet and other services were all fine from what they could see. the roof had a spot that clearly had some damage from a previous storm, so he'd have to climb the roof later to fix that, and maybe another walk around the place looking for more structural damage wouldn't go amiss. he'd also need to check the pipes for cracks and the fireplace and chimney for blocks. he wandered in, looking for things to do, and paused by the smoke alarm, replacing the batteries with a fresh pair from the little stock he'd brought in along with the rest of the supplies. continuing to wander out, looking with a critical eye at the roof, he spotted a little shed off to the side, and went in that direction.

────the shed was locked, so another trek back to the inside to rescue the keys they'd been given. daniel made his way back to it, unlocked the door after only some testing of which one would fit, and flicked the light on. it turned on, good. the ladder he'd been expecting to find was not in here, bad. well, fine. he could leave repairing the roof for later, and find something else to do instead. he eyed the neat piles of equipment and grabbed an axe propped against the side of the wall. he'd already seen that there was a fireplace, earlier, and the firewood rack nearby had been nearly empty. so he went to a clearing just a short walk away from the main cabin. the log storage shed, a charming litlte construction with a couple of logs piled in, and a larger pile of logs that still needed to be worked on. he didn't think it would be that cold, since it was supposed to be spring - all of his experience with american weather was hellwell, and that was it - but he always underestimated just how cold it could get, even in the city he spent the most time in.

────well, he could ask one of his better-informed friends later. if it turned out to be wasted effort, he could just store it and let it be a nice surprise for the next winter for whoever got the cabin then. he got a small pile of logs from the shed and dropped them besides the chopping block, picking up the axe again from where he'd left it. daniel checked the heft of it in his hands, looking at the faintly shaking head of the axe to see how much he was shaking today. not that bad, he decided. he'd have to be more careful, but chopping wood didn't need much fine dexterity, like sewing or something like that. and then, thankfully, he let himself get in the rythm of the work, chopping away.



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[InfectedHau]

Yasmin Rivers||Death||Tags: Daniel

The grass was green. The sky was blue. Well, more orangey-red right now, but it could be blue if it felt so inclined. The air was full of rushing wind and chirping birds and the beginnings of night.

It was good to be back.

Yaz walked slowly through the forest, taking in the scenery. She wasn't on any trail, but her boot-clad feet still managed to find open paths. She she wasn't too concerned with the journey in any case, she knew eventually she'd find her destination. The Where would come when the When was right, and not a moment before. In the meantime, she would luxuriate in the majesty of Spring. How long had it been? Weeks? Months? Years, maybe? She wasn't quite sure, and her phone had been dead for a long while. Plus, she'd always had trouble keeping track of time. Even before, she had a hard time with anything past a week. Again, though, it didn't really matter. She'd find out soon. Certainly, one of her friends would be so kind as to tell her. Would it be immediately, a sort of "Yaz? It's been months! Where were you?" Or would they be more preoccupied with other things, like "How did you get all the way out here?" or maybe even "What are you wearing?" Which would be a bit rude, all things considered. Sure, her current leather jacket, black jeans, and equally black blouse were a far cry from her typical sweater and pajama bottoms chic, but she had to hike through the woods to get to them, and these were far more sensible clothes.

There was also the question of how she wanted to reveal herself to them. Should she wait for them all to be together, maybe reminisce about her, then show up in the middle of them? Or should she show herself to one at a time, skulking around the forest until they were convinced the place was haunted? Ooh, yes, that would be a delightful way to come back to the world. And, quelle chance, she was approaching the cabin. Dropping out of her usual measured stride- a natural march, her father had called it back when he was still talking to her- Yaz bent low in the undergrowth as she approached the clearing. The setup was unremarkable; a two-story whitewashed affair, so far standing strong against the forces of nature that sought to reclaim it, though nature was putting up a good fight. Off to the side was a tool shed, that didn't seem to be putting up quite as strong a resistance as the house, and from further in the clearing she could hear the sound of an axe splitting wood.

Oh, yes, that would be ideal.

A few minutes of sneaking later, and the log-splitter came into view. Daniel. Keeping himself busy, no doubt. Her disappearance had probably hit him especially hard. They came from extremely different backgrounds, but he'd taken to some of her hobbies remarkably well, and she'd made an effort to do the same. He explained automotive mechanics to her, and she explained wargame mechanics to him. A good place to start, certainly. Dropping her attempt at stealth, Yaz moved closer to the edge of the clearing, walking along the rim on a path that would take her directly in front of Daniel's field of view. Close enough that he would definitely see someone, maybe not enough to identify that it was her, but also far enough away that she could melt back into the undergrowth should she need to.

[Foe Paw]

𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙀𝙇 𝙇𝙀Ã𝙊 ━━ ━ ━ ━━━ ━
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────get a log, place it in the chopping block, aim the axe, swing. push the pieces aside. pick another one. there was a nice rhythm to it, the pleasant burn of doing something physical and useful. there was a black shape moving up ahead, but he tried to keep his focus on the axe, not wanting some glimpsed shape that had never been to foul his aim. ge made the swing and hit, but it wasn't enough to split the log all the way through, and he lifted it again, piece of wood embedded in the axe so he could swing again, and in the movement caught sight of the dark color.

it wasn't some random mess of patterns, like he'd been expecting. it was a person, strutting unhurriedly on the other side of the clearing. coming towards him.

he eyed the distant figure uneasily. he hadn't been expecting a hallucination this unsettling, this soon. was he having a worse time of it than he'd thought? all in black. black hair, pale skin. there was something very out of place about such a shape walking out of the woods. the worst thing, as he squinted, is that it wasn't unfamiliar to him.

────"hello? are you- what are you? ... yaz?" the last question bubbled out without waiting to see if he actually wanted to say it, and daniel lowered the axe with the log stuck in it, placing it besides the chopping block. if it didn't reply, he'd just write it off as an unsettling symptom and get back to work.


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