Stranded...

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Re: Stranded...

Postby Thegunner18 on Thu Aug 30, 2012 8:21 pm

Davin was never someone who could easily fall asleep. Normally, even the slightest of noises would wake him up, but it wasn't something which annoyed him; it meant that he wasn't easily going to have his throat slit by his enemies whilst in bed. Anyway, he was more of a night owl than an early bird, so it was normal for him to just stay awake and ponder over things. On this island he was more paranoid than ever. He knew he was hardly ever going to get proper sleep, and that didn't bode well for the future.

His eyes subtly flickered about the place and his ears twitched occasionally, reacting to the slightest sounds. Even when the scratching of the wasps against the door came, his reaction to was next to nothing. It had become quite a normality and something he was quick to get used to. 

There was, however, a very odd noise that had joined that of the wasps. It reminded Davin of the noise that a knife made against stone when he was sharpening it, although there was definitely something odd about the sound. The feeling he got from it was much more primeval and threatening than he'd ever felt before. 

The assassin's heart began beating faster. His breathing, too. The frantic movements of Os and Aim were clear for everyone to see. There was obviously something seriously wrong outside, and it took no time at all for everyone to find out exactly what that was.

The racket could only be compared to a siege ram being battered against the gates of a defending town. Davin was amazed the door could handle such a hammering, even with the help it was getting from Os and Aim, of whom the former had probably just woken up every beast on the island with his screaming. Davin didn't blame him, though. Whatever it was Os had just described just have been...very interesting.

Davin reached into his pocket and pulled out the small knife he had concealed . The cut on his right palm that he had got a few days earlier was still there, though it had healed very well. After this, he jumped to his feet and began scouring the small shelter for any other routes of escape. Maybe there was a trapdoor that had been hidden somewhere? He highly doubted it, but this island had thrown them much greater surprises.

"How big is that thing, Os? I need to know whether we're screwed, or completely and utterly screwed." Davin remarked as he threw a quick glance over his shoulder at Os. "If it gets in and we don't have another way out, then we're its next meal." 
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Clast on Thu Aug 30, 2012 10:22 pm

Clegg had fallen asleep several hours ago, his stomach satisfied by the juicy pieces of fruit, and his body already beginning to re-knit itself form the last few days work. The stone building gave him a wonderful sense of safety, and he found a comfortable nest in the cool sand that covered its floor. It was not long before he had found sleep, a delightful trance to separate him from the terrors of the island. Rest and relaxation seeped through his body, muscles healing and reading themselves for the coming trials.

However, the coming trials were coming much sooner than even Clegg's cynicism could detect. He had awoken suddenly, some time earlier, to the sound of buzzing wings and clicking mandibles. He thought that the hard stone would surely hold back even the most determined assault, and he had been lulled into a false sense of security. Even as the other survivors woke, and returned to sleep, then were suddenly thrown awake once more, he felt no more fear than he did when standing in the rays of the sun. The only disturbance was the glowing eyes of the newest survivor. For the stops and starts of Clegg's conscious mind, he could always remember the Fox's glowing eyes a constant disturbance. Clegg tried to pay it no mind, it obvious was some strange medical condition, wasn't it? The magical powers that their ancestors had wielded couldn't really be real, could they? Besides, even if they were, the government had outlawed their use. What could such a young Fox be doing to go against the government.

Clegg slept.

And awoke in a chaos. He was at first disturbed by what sounded like the tearing and roaring of rock on metal, a horrific scratching that shredded his ears, causing the bulky hyena to cringe in pain. He was further jostled as heavy footsteps thundered in the distance, and another survivor screamed in fear. Something terrible was happening. Clegg shuffled to his knees, and was met with a face full of sand as, someone (Aim perhaps?) tore past him towards the steel door to the stone shack.

There was the screeching again, and Clegg clutched at his ears, the noise unbearable, a monstrous grinding. He wiped sand from his eyes, and stood to his full height, trying to discern what was happening. He glanced to the doorway, and saw the stone frame buckle and cry out, throwing Aim and Oseirus several inches away from it metal surface. The pair rushed back to support the door from whatever monstrosity was outside. Clegg stood gaping at the door for a moment.

After a stunned silence, he leapt forward and pressed his heavy weight against the door, lending whatever aid he could. His opposite arm, not currently heaving against the cold metal door, snaked to his belt and quickly pulled out the hand axe he had scavenged from the airplane wreckage. Somewhere, in the back of his head, a small voice reminded him that it had only been a few days since the crash. He reminded himself that it didn't matter.
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Oseirus on Thu Aug 30, 2012 10:38 pm

WHAM... WHAM

The creature's pounding grew stronger and more frequent, likely a result from the panic from the group inside. It knew they were there. Now they had to find a way out.

Os heard Davin yelling something at him, but he only caught bits and pieces. "Screwed" and "utterly" were two words that stood out to him, probably since that's how he was feeling at the moment.

He shot a glance over his shoulder to find Devin frantically looking for another way out of the shack. Seeing that there was now an adequate force of larger, stronger Dreamkeepers holding the door shut for him, he peeled off to go aid Devin in his search. He figured if he was going to die, he would rather go at the jaws of some monster than accidentally being crushed.

Os scrambled around his hands and knees. The adrenaline coursing through his body aided his night vision, although the thick layer of dust and fruit peelings littering the floor made it difficult to find anything at a quick glance. His hands swept around, searching for a latch or door or something that would enable them to get away, or at least hide out until morning came again.
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Terminal on Fri Aug 31, 2012 9:49 pm

Cyprus woke up with the sound of Os yelling something about a bone monster attacking, and with the Sudden noise against their metal door and the strange noises outside, Cyprus agreed that they needed a way out. And fast. He ran and slammed himself against the door with the others that were already trying to hold the thing on.

"Spirits, what the hell is this thing?!" CYprus shouted over the din, the noise was everywhere and impossible to get away from. It knew that they were in there. They needed a way out.
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Devious_Psychopath on Sat Sep 08, 2012 2:34 pm

Suddenly. The banging stopped entirely. In the silence, the survivors could hear it growl in frustration, then it walking a ways away.


They were safe again. For now.
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Oseirus on Sat Sep 08, 2012 3:53 pm

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM

"OH SPIRITS WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!"

Os curled up into a corner, sucking his thumb and whimpering while rocking back and forth waiting for the end to come.

Only, it never came.

He shot a quick glance over his shoulder, half expecting the skeletal beast to be sitting there with a fork and knife ready to rip him into pieces, but instead he met the confused stares of everyone else in the cabin.

Apparently, the thing had left several minutes ago. The pounding Os was hearing was his own heart attempting to escape from his chest.

"I... um... well, you know. Good night!" he stammered. Resuming his fetal position, Os simply flopped down on his side and pretended to sleep. He probably would have passed out, were it not for the near-lethal amounts of adrenaline pegging his eyes wide open.
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Thegunner18 on Thu Sep 13, 2012 5:37 pm

The noises...It was almost as if they were digging into his mind, looking for a weakness to exploit. A weakness to incapacitate him and force him to submit. Whatever it was that was out there, Davin knew one thing for sure: it wanted everyone here dead and it wanted them dead now. Of course, Os wasn't being very co-operative in terms of giving people a lot of legible, reliable information about the thing outside, so he didn't know exactly what they were dealing with. He didn't blame him.

Not that they really needed specifics after hearing it hammering on the door.

In a surprising but amazingly welcome turn of events, though, the noises ceased and only the angered growling of the beast remained. It quickly faded into complete silence. Only the panting of those holding the door up against the powerful battering it was being subjected to could be heard.

Oseirus wrote:"OH SPIRITS WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!"


Er, well...and there was that. After a few seconds of everyone just staring at him, the delusional dreamkeeper seemed to get the idea that he was going a bit mad.

Oseirus wrote:"I... um... well, you know. Good night!"


Davin simply sighed a little under his breath and . He had a feeling that Os wasn't going to last too long here. It was sad but true; this was not exactly the sort of thing a young mechanic signed up for.

"Well...we have food, water and shelter." Davin began, turning away from Os and facing the others, breaking the awkward silence that had enveloped them. "Now we need a better defence and need to know where the hell these things are coming from every night." He gave everyone a quick glance before carrying on. "Meaning...that tomorrow some of us will need to explore a little..." He trailed off and crossed his arms. "I'll be one to go since I came up with the idea." Obviously, he knew how dangerous it was, but they were going to get nowhere sitting here for the rest of their life.
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