The Exploration - Log One

[coniurati]

Who: The Exploration team!
Where: Shores of Discedo
When: April 13-19th (Dates labeled in comments; please keep to the appropriate date. Backtagging is okay if you think of something later!)
Rating: Up to R
Summary: Adventure timeeee!!!
The Log:

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Posts so far
Part I (Sign ups) | Part II (April 13-20th) | Part III (Roles) | Part IV (April 21-24th)
Log 1 (April 13-19th) | Log 2 (April 20-24th)

Comments

[noceo]

[ There aren't too many of them, but two can branch off after Jack, just a little slower than him. ]

[dewebbed]

[ Yeah, he sees them, and is mumbling "crap crap crap" under his breath along with it.

So thank god hey are slower- he gets into one of the cottages and slams the door behind him, panting. After a second, he scrambles to lock it. ]

[noceo]

[ Scratch.



Scratch.




S c r a t c h. Blood spews from their finger tips.

A moment of silence. ]

[dewebbed]

[ HAHA SUCK IT NOCEO, STOPPED BY A DOOR Inside, Jack runs to find something to defend himself- and ends up with an old broom. He's looking around for something better- but that may take a minute or two. ]

[noceo]

[ Jack doesn't even half half a minute. There's a sudden bash against the door and hte door splinters in--wood rot is a wonderful thing. It bursts open then, the pair pushing through desperately. ]

[dewebbed]

[ He's run upstairs when he hears the door falling- he hasn't found anything new, so he just clutches the broom and runs into a hall closet, quickly slipping the door shut. He's half-thinking "this probably never works in real life", but what else can he do? ]

[noceo]

[ Probably not Jack's best idea. There's enough crashing downstairs to indicate that they're after him. One downstairs, the other coming upstairs.

Heavy, strained breathing enters the room. ]

[dewebbed]

[ Crap crap crap crap.

Jack stays very still inside the closet, but the intruder may hear him suck in a breath as quietly as he can and hold it. ]

[noceo]

[ The room falls silent. Give it a moment. He's readying his attack. Too bad all that wood rot won't protect Jack from this one.

The pole juts through, impaling Jack in the chest. ]