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apocalypsehowcomm2022-05-16 08:09 am
- !event,
- !finale,
- !npc,
- bucky barnes (mcu),
- cornelius hickey (the terror),
- cortana (halo),
- edalyn clawthorne (owl house),
- hunter (owl house),
- kate cordello (original),
- katrina (siren),
- manji (blade of the immortal),
- zz_addison montgomery (grey's anatomy),
- zz_ade bennett (the wess'har wars),
- zz_ainsley whitly (prodigal son),
- zz_andrew jaeger (original),
- zz_beauregard lionett (critical role),
- zz_bruno madrigal (encanto),
- zz_callisto (xena: warrior princess),
- zz_donna noble (doctor who),
- zz_garner cinderbrooke (original),
- zz_george milton (of mice and men),
- zz_jeff calhoun (original),
- zz_john carter (er),
- zz_jonathan sims (tma),
- zz_luka kovač (er),
- zz_malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- zz_misty quigley (yellowjackets),
- zz_neal caffrey (white collar),
- zz_nick valentine (fallout),
- zz_orpheus (hadestown),
- zz_rye kalibash (original),
- zz_tim drake (dc comics)
Event - Appalachia: Into the Pines
Footage plays on the television as a new story comes on, showing a series of sweeping vistas, intercut with clips of wolves that have clearly been filmed at some local wildlife sanctuary. "As far as anyone knows it, the last wolf to ever freely roam the Allegheny Mountains was slain in West Virginia in 1897. Daniel Stoffer Hamrick saw to the beast's passing, and the woods in our part of the world have gone quieter ever since. Appalachia does not forget its history, though. It buries it beneath coal and flyash, debts and white powder and pills. And the blood of people taken before their time, by the mines, by the mountain, by things we don't have names for, just hurt. But Appalachia does not forget.
"This is Cindy Parsons with Channel 5, Wolf News." Footage cuts to a newscaster standing outside a gated apartment complex with FYRE's logo emblazoned on it. "As we know, our beloved Wolf Pen is home to one of the biggest FYRE worker housing complexes in Wyoming County. It is a monument to the history of our town, and this week, we'll be on the lookout for visitors from all over the country, coming to see the grand re-opening of the historic Bluestone Mine as a museum."
Footage cuts to a nondescript businessman, identified by the news footage as Carl Watts, CEO of FYRE. He's smiling blandly as he stands at a podium and gestures to the entrance of the mining tunnel behind him. "The Wolf Pen community has been a partner to us for decades now, and we knew it was finally time to give something back to all y’all. We'll have our soft opening on Monday with a full Rumble Down Under party in the old mines scheduled for June 15th. We'll have a live bluegrass concert and anticipate a huge influx of tourists to the area to help out our neighbors itching for a few more pocketbooks to tend to." A wink.
The footage returns to Cindy. "FYRE has stated that this new museum will provide an educational tool and tourist attraction for those wanting to learn about West Virginia, Wolf Pen, and the hard-working men and women who have made this beautiful part of our nation their home. Time will tell. Time is always telling when it comes to the promises of people who have used our land and our bodies to line their pocketbooks. They fill our blood and our lungs with black tar and-"
Cindy cuts out and is replaced by in-studio anchors. "Thank you, Cindy!" a blonde woman says, smile just a little strained. "I think we're all looking forward to seeing the big opening by FYRE on Sunday and that rocking good party next month. It should be a gneiss one! Now to Tim with the weather. Tim?"
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One, no cellphone. Two, feeling fine. Three, perfectly fine spending the night out here. I've slept in worse places. The question here is are you fine spending the night out here?
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[She checks the screen of hers again. No bars.]
-- but not exactly unexpected; this whole town is in the middle of nowhere. Other than that, I'm glad we're on the same page!
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So, [ he starts, small little smirk on his face. ] Since we're on the same page, shall we go further in? I want to see what's out there.
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You aren't scared?
[She asks, though she's already turning to head deeper into the forest (or, at least, what she thinks is deeper; they've gotten so turned around that she isn't sure), using her phone's flashlight to light their way.]
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[ And one of those beasts might be for him, it might be tuunbaq, of course it would follow him here, he was important, it saw him.
But all that manages to show from Hickey's manic spiraling is a shine of excitement in his eyes. He's interested in this. He wants to learn more. ]
I've seen worse things than just some animal.
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[She's been worse things.]
I do wish we had some fire, though - I mean, for protection, not just the light. Do you have a lighter on you?
[If not, she's pretty sure she can still get one going for long enough to make them a flaming torch or two, but without a dedicated campfire to draw from, it'd be a huge pain to keep relighting them if the wind snuffs them out.]
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I've got my knife, [ he says, with a shrug. Never leaves home without it, it's currently tucked away in his coat pocket. ] So I can fight off whatever's coming our way. Don't have much in the way of supplies, though.
[ Hmm. He could have planned this better. ]
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[... But considering where they are and who they work for, maybe she should have. Sigh.]
Can I see the knife? How big is it?
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Not the biggest thing in the world, [ he'll admit. ] But size doesn't matter. What matters is how you use it.
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[She reaches out to run her thumb along the blade - carefully, but still clearly testing its sharpness.]
Is it too much to hope you have another one hidden in there...?
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stab a lieutenant twenty-three times in the chestdo some damage if needed. And Misty is not going to get any more quality time with his knife because Hickey moves to place it back in his coat pocket. ]Nope, [ he explains, with a shake of his head. ] I've only brought the one. But town like this, out in the wilderness with all that entails, I'm sure you can find a shop selling a knife for your own use.
[ and, you know, not use his. ]
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[She cuts herself off very suddenly, freezing in place - suddenly spotting the bobbing flashlight beam dancing through the trees far, far up ahead.]
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We should see what's happening, [ he says, as he looks at the beam. ] Better we find someone than someone find us.
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"Lulu! Luuuuuuuuuuulu!"
Misty turns to Hickey, raising an eyebrow.]
Sounds like someone lost a friend.
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Sounds like someone also hasn't seen any horror movies. Hickey is heading towards that light and that voice with the confidence of a man who doesn't realize this might be a dumb decision. ]
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Excuse me, sir!
[She calls out, following after Hickey with no hesitation.]
Hello? We're here to help!
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[ But nothing happens. They continue walking, but nothing happens. And as the light blinks out of existence and the voice fades away, Hickey becomes acutely aware that he has no idea where the hell he is. ]
Fuck, [ he hisses, turning in a circle, scanning their surroundings to try and find any possible sign of familiarity.] That was a stupid move.
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[Says Misty, not willing to give up just yet. She quickens her pace, still heading in the direction the light had come from. It hadn't been that far away, had it? They should still be able to catch up.]
Excuse me, sir; we're trying to help! Hickey, come on; we're already lost, what do we have to lose?
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[ Does he know Misty? No. Should he leave her in the woods? Yes. Is he chasing after her anyway? Also yes. The practical part of his brain is screaming bloody murder at him as he races to catch up with Misty. ]
If we're already lost, we should just turn around and try to find our way back.
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[She's cut off very suddenly by a sound - and not a good one. It's the sound of multiple very large somethings crashing through the underbrush, moving fast and heading right for them.]
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If anybody's playing silly games, this is your last warning, [ he calls out. ] I'm—
[ but the rest of his sentence dies in his throat as something big and white, moving fast enough that it's hard to get a good look at it, absolutely bodies him, knocking Hickey to the ground with a thud. ]
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[Misty casts around for something - anything - that she can use as a weapon, and lands on a fallen tree branch, small enough for her to wield but hopefully hefty enough to do at least some damage. She picks it up, swings it at the creature's back--
-- And lets out a scream as she's struck down by a second creature that immediately sinks its teeth into her shoulder.]
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But he feels himself bleeding, he feels something else chomp on his leg, he knows he's got to keep fighting and keep trying otherwise this thing will kill him—
—and then it stops. Then there's nothing. He should be bleeding, he knows whatever this is tore his chest open. But it's...not. He's fine. ]
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She's not dead.
She twitches her hand, then lifts her head.]
... Cornelius?
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but here he is. Alive. ]
Everybody just calls me Hickey, [ he continues, as he pushes himself up to his feet. He looks down at his knife: no blood.]
Right. We need to get the hell out of here.
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