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daybreakacademy2019-02-19 10:42 am
unpocoloco) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-02-19 10:42 am
If I died in the middle of a frozen night, would you feel alright, would you be alright?
WHO: Héctor, various closed and semi-closed prompts, possible opens later with headers in comments
WHERE: Multiple Locations
WHEN: 21st/22nd night to the end of February/early March. See below for specific dates.
WHAT: Héctor becomes a hollow. Planning details are here
WARNINGS: Standard spoilers, intense body horror, torture, altered mind states, nasty things get said, death talk, it's a doozy folks
Night of the 21st/22nd - The Change - Closed to the Grand Fisher
That night is particularly biting, so he hears. He's not a fan of the cold. Locking himself in a freezer every day hasn't done much to change that, and to boot, he's still horribly anxious about heading out. But it's one of those nights where he stops and thinks about those he's met out here, the people that others don't see, like Heloise who would never just go and get all she needed if it risked her spot, or Garcie who'd turn away anyone who tried to help if it wasn't someone he could trust, and even then. It's far, far too cold for anyone living to be pushing through this. He knows they won't come here, even if they could, but he can go to them.
Risk or no, he's got to go them. Besides, there hadn't been an attack in a while now. Maybe, finally, the things had gone away.
He gathers up as much food as he can, stealing several blankets and pillows from a store room, a few socks from the laundry, gloves and hats from the lost and found. He even finds a spare tarp for Garcie. He hoped it would be enough. While he lost his Primos with so much more frequency, the living were more delicate in sometimes. With one backpack slung on his back and another held in hand, he heads out into the night, hurrying fast. He makes it to Heloise and her usual dumpster well enough, turning down her repeated offers to share the food like always. Garcie, on the other hand, is a little bit harder to find.
"Garcie? Soy-- C'est Héctor... ou Valentin...? Garcie?" He calls the man's name tentatively out into the night, slipping in bits of La Vie En Rose as if that might lure him forward. The wind seems the only thing to answer.
23rd/24th - The Capture - Closed to Rex
The musically inclined in the town of Soliel seem to be having a lot of bad luck. Stereos spark and fizz out, phones playing music and left around are crushed or missing. In at least one car, a radio is found torn right out, and torn apart with it is much of the car itself. But all those things are comparatively mundane. More disturbing are the trails of claw marks left around, the ground and architecture blackened and hot surrounding those marks, as though burnt with some sort of acid.
This trail winds steadily closer and closer to Daybreak Academy. It's not obviously so, but someone who's specifically looking, who knows what they're looking for, will absolutely find it. And here it leads down, down, to a river, a small one trickled down off the side of a mountain, water moving just barely fast enough to keep parts of it unfrozen. Something is settled there on the bank. A faint keening sound comes from it, like an injured dog, something looking for help. A closer approach reveals otherwise.
A monster is settled there, humanoid in some ways but clearly quadruped. Its back legs are bent awkwardly out of shape, too long to be natural, inhuman feet extended into claws. Its front legs could still be somewhat quantified as arms, still having hands on the ends, if each weren't so unnaturally elongated, and those arms not split through, gaps left between the radius and ulna of each. Its skin seems half rotted, holes worn through all over its body, raw in some places, a sickly black in others, and in many spots simply going right through. But none so much so as the open gaping hole settled in its middle, just below an exposed rib cage. Its spine is exposed in the same way, as if burst through the flesh, but it extends well past what it ought to, becoming a long tail that ends in a third inhuman hand. Upon its face is a mask, oddly shaped with squared parts, rounded parts, and a sharp point around the top, but centered is an unmistakable set of razor sharp teeth and glowing gold eyes. There's a rasp to its breath, like it just can't pull air.
WHERE: Multiple Locations
WHEN: 21st/22nd night to the end of February/early March. See below for specific dates.
WHAT: Héctor becomes a hollow. Planning details are here
WARNINGS: Standard spoilers, intense body horror, torture, altered mind states, nasty things get said, death talk, it's a doozy folks
Night of the 21st/22nd - The Change - Closed to the Grand Fisher
That night is particularly biting, so he hears. He's not a fan of the cold. Locking himself in a freezer every day hasn't done much to change that, and to boot, he's still horribly anxious about heading out. But it's one of those nights where he stops and thinks about those he's met out here, the people that others don't see, like Heloise who would never just go and get all she needed if it risked her spot, or Garcie who'd turn away anyone who tried to help if it wasn't someone he could trust, and even then. It's far, far too cold for anyone living to be pushing through this. He knows they won't come here, even if they could, but he can go to them.
Risk or no, he's got to go them. Besides, there hadn't been an attack in a while now. Maybe, finally, the things had gone away.
He gathers up as much food as he can, stealing several blankets and pillows from a store room, a few socks from the laundry, gloves and hats from the lost and found. He even finds a spare tarp for Garcie. He hoped it would be enough. While he lost his Primos with so much more frequency, the living were more delicate in sometimes. With one backpack slung on his back and another held in hand, he heads out into the night, hurrying fast. He makes it to Heloise and her usual dumpster well enough, turning down her repeated offers to share the food like always. Garcie, on the other hand, is a little bit harder to find.
"Garcie? Soy-- C'est Héctor... ou Valentin...? Garcie?" He calls the man's name tentatively out into the night, slipping in bits of La Vie En Rose as if that might lure him forward. The wind seems the only thing to answer.
23rd/24th - The Capture - Closed to Rex
The musically inclined in the town of Soliel seem to be having a lot of bad luck. Stereos spark and fizz out, phones playing music and left around are crushed or missing. In at least one car, a radio is found torn right out, and torn apart with it is much of the car itself. But all those things are comparatively mundane. More disturbing are the trails of claw marks left around, the ground and architecture blackened and hot surrounding those marks, as though burnt with some sort of acid.
This trail winds steadily closer and closer to Daybreak Academy. It's not obviously so, but someone who's specifically looking, who knows what they're looking for, will absolutely find it. And here it leads down, down, to a river, a small one trickled down off the side of a mountain, water moving just barely fast enough to keep parts of it unfrozen. Something is settled there on the bank. A faint keening sound comes from it, like an injured dog, something looking for help. A closer approach reveals otherwise.
A monster is settled there, humanoid in some ways but clearly quadruped. Its back legs are bent awkwardly out of shape, too long to be natural, inhuman feet extended into claws. Its front legs could still be somewhat quantified as arms, still having hands on the ends, if each weren't so unnaturally elongated, and those arms not split through, gaps left between the radius and ulna of each. Its skin seems half rotted, holes worn through all over its body, raw in some places, a sickly black in others, and in many spots simply going right through. But none so much so as the open gaping hole settled in its middle, just below an exposed rib cage. Its spine is exposed in the same way, as if burst through the flesh, but it extends well past what it ought to, becoming a long tail that ends in a third inhuman hand. Upon its face is a mask, oddly shaped with squared parts, rounded parts, and a sharp point around the top, but centered is an unmistakable set of razor sharp teeth and glowing gold eyes. There's a rasp to its breath, like it just can't pull air.
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