Closed Shiver (A Guided Horror RP)(FULL)( > ,<)

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Soooo, I've been feeling like a story-based project for a while now. Something that isn't going to burn me out with ... heavy handed rule-mongering, and playing judge judy and executioner over a group of my peers. So instead, I'm putting together something simple; A guided horror RP. Now, let me be clear, "guided" is a loose term. What I'm intending is a group of 5-7 players who will post on a casual but regular basis, like ... few days a week, for a kind of "guided" horror RP. I'm not going to DM anything, let me be clear, but like ... once every few post cycles I'll make an "Environment" or "Encouter" post. Players will be able to create and control other townspeople as NPCs, but I'll be doing the villaining ^_^

The basic premise will be a mashup of horror influences ... think, like ... H.P. Lovecraft presents The Thing 2; The Mist ... that's at least TWO influences!

The setting is Morin River. It's a small, north-western town on the coast, a middle-of-nowhere kind of town mostly inhabited by workers at the local mill, fishermen, retail service workers, and their families. It's the kind of town where most people know one another at least in passing, where there's only one of anything, the kind of town you can cross, on foot, in an afternoon. It's August 7th, 2019, the middle of summer, but dark clouds are looming on the horizon, and a cold wind is blowing in from the sea. Snow begins to fall in the evening, and by the following there is over a foot of snow on the ground, and the weather is only getting worse. The following night the thunderstorms start, flashing unusual hues across the black clouds, and the morning after, the sky seems just a little bit darker. So if you're interested, let me be the first to say; Welcome to Morin River, population 15,027 and dropping!

I will not reveal anything about the ultimate villain here ... that's why this is going to be a guided RP, I kind of want to be able to dump surprises and plot-events and stuff on you people, without being REQUIRED to dictate your every reaction and move the rest of the time.

NOW ...

If you're interested, I don't want you to tell me just that, I want you to post two 6-7 sentence paragraphs that represent a first, vague draft of your intro post, laying out a little bit about your character, where they would be on Aug 7th, before the snow starts, what they would be doing, etc. Since this is the application, please don't go overboard. We likely won't be starting early the day before the snowfall, so your application post won't translate directly into an intro post for the thread.
 
PS, because it's come up as a question, yus, I'd like you to post your 2ish paragraph application posts in this thread ^_^ A like means I've read it, a PM means you're accepted ... but don't start chewing at the keyboard yet, I won't be starting anything until we get enough interest :p

PS .... @Lady Asjira Taaaag

EDIT: >Sigh< Right, also ...

RULEZ

1) Respect one another!
2) This is not a smut-first RP, but it's not anti-smut either. Play realistic people, have realistic reactions. Horror is often defined by what the characters find themselves powerless against.
3) Oh yeah, play real people ... this one is a hard rule to enforce ... because I like a little flair, but there IS such a thing as the wrong flair. I will allow people to play into horror tropes to some degree, but this isn't the place for your ex-black-ops-ninja-magician.
4) Two ... paragraphs ... two ... para-Also, your character may well die ... be prepared for that ...
5) Neither pics nor art for characters. You came here to write, use your words. Yus, I know it's your inspiration, and yus, I know it's special to you, and no, I dun care. The only art will be for atmosphere ... and there might be music.
 
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The diesel truck lumbered toward home down the old graveled road, its black paint having lost its shine while dents of varying sizes adorned the fenders and hood. On either side of the vehicle the words "River City Towing", along with the phone number to call, could be seen in white, faded with time. A boom jutted out of the back and chains dangled down to the hooks that were fastened haphazardly to the back of the tow truck, jangling their metallic melody. The driver's arm hung out from the window, darkened from sun exposure and the remnants of grit and grime of a days work. As the truck slowed to a stop and the engine fell silent, the arm reached back toward the handle, push in the button, and swing the door open with a groan of metal on metal. With that the man emerged, coveralls fastened to his waist and arms hanging loosely at his sides while a "wife beater" style tank top covered his sinewy frame. Tattoos adorned his skin, filling his left arm from wrist to shoulder cap while his chest was sporadically pieced, and then a single one along the side of his neck. It was apparent to those who didn't know him that he had done some time, but most people around here had known him and his family forever.

The phone in his pocket buzzed and he placed the nearly finished cigarette in the corner of his mouth for a final pull before flicking it into the distance while he looked to the screen. "Not today..." he said in a grumbling baritone, shoving the phone back into his pocket as he walked toward the house. The house itself was small, two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen and living room and the decor was easily from two decades ago to include floral patterned furniture and doilies on the end tables and center table of the living room. Old framed pictures of family hung from the wood paneled walls and among them was a print of Jesus Christ and a large decorative cross was at the center of them all. He'd made his way to the kitchen to grab a beer from the nearly barren fridge, save for the old box of Chinese food and plethora of condiments, before taking a seat at the kitchen table that was obviously used to store unpaid bills, junk mail, and a few sympathetic cards he was outright ignoring after having opened them. But as one looked around they would see floral arraignments, one in the shape of a heart, another a simple wreath, and all were quite dried out and dead. He stole a sip of beer before turning to look out of the nearby window where an old car sat, waiting patiently to be completed and the phone buzzed once again.

(Two paragraphs isn't enough to get out all the things in my head for this character! But here we are...)
 
@ZeroKoolaide I appreciate you keeping to the two paragraphs, but I know what you mean ^_^

PS; I'mma not provide feedback on applications in the thread, I find it sets the wrong tone, but I will be around to chat and answer questions :3
 
103.5. It was definitely a fever, and one that would need to be dealt with sooner than later. There was no hospital in or near Morin River for at least thirty miles or so, which was why the man sitting next to the child's bed was there. Percy Decker was Morin River's...doctor was the most accurate term for it despite the man only doing physician work part-time. House calls were the primary form of medical care in this coastal town and there was only one person to call. A small sigh escaped Percy's chest, followed by a kind smile as he wiped the child's glistening face with a cold rag. Several degrees higher and the child's life would be in serious risk but both the amount of sweat the child was producing and lack of involuntary bodily fluids meant that if she stayed hydrated, the fever may break in the next few hours. Removing the black-framed glasses that lie perched on his nose, Percy stood and left the child's bedroom. The parents were waiting in the hallway to hear the diagnosis as they always were, even though Percy always invited them in the room. Doctor-patient confidentiality didn't really exist in Morin River, after all.

"She'll be alright. Standard acetaminophen should do the trick. I appreciate you calling me as a precaution, but I'm not worried. Make sure she's drinking water and maybe give her a cool bath before bed just to keep her temperature down. After a solid rest, the fever should be gone. Don't worry about a bill, I haven't done anything."

Percy waved off their attempts to pay him, he truly hadn't done anything but look at a kid for a few minutes. If he had to administer medicine, that was a different case, but he knew these people. You didn't charge your neighbor for doing nothing, might as well steal food directly from their table. A brief discussion over what to do if the fever wasn't gone by morning and Percy was back in his car. It was nothing special, a dark blue four door sedan that he had owned for several years. A low rumble reverberated into the sea-salted air, an air that carried a chill not suspiciously unusual for this town. Still, it looked like a storm was coming in and Percy Decker didn't want to be caught outside in a storm. Backing out of the gravel driveway, he began to head home.
 
The second hand ticked by on the large ornate old grandfather clock backed up to the wall off catty corner to the check out. Kaida sat on her stool behind the counter, her glasses pushed up into her black hair as her eyes where down cast at the antique camera in her hands. Kadia was a 'new' resident to Mornin River; moving in with her aging grandparents when she was 17. The bell tinglinged at the door and she lifted her head enough to see the lady as her eyes cast over the old book store, she gave Kaida a polite smile she was used to getting from most people, not a friendly smile mind you; polite, Kaida had learned the difference pretty quickly after she moved here. She sat up fully on her stool "Good morning Mrs. Abernathy, can I help you find anything today?" The woman's eyes slowly drifted back to Kaida "Ohh, hello there Kaida I ordered books from mister Carson, they where supposed to be in today." she cast her eyes over the place again before they drifted back to Kaida who put her own polite smile on "Well I am sorry but they are not in yet, ......." Mrs. Abernathy huffed "I was told today......." Kaida's smile tightened "Yes and today is not over, Fed Ex normally does not arrive until 3 30 ish and it is only" Kaida glanced at the grandfather clock "3pm." Mrs. Abernathy sighed with annoyance as Kaida held her smile in place "Then why was I told today? 3 30 is practically the end of the day, if I would have known I simply would have come tomorrow." Her eyes glanced down at the Camera still in Kaida's hands and frowned at the cards sitting on the counter top.

Kaida gave half an eye roll before Mrs. Abernathy looked up at her again "Playing with which craft now dear?" Kaida's voice was pleasant "I have been playing around with tarot cards and how they can work with Onmyodo" she saw the look on the ladies face "Japanese fortune telling, also taking pictures of them with the old camera." Mrs. Abernathy eyes looked weary and her pleasant smile matched "Now then Mrs, I can save you the trouble of coming back and drop the books off at your house free of charge after I close up the store for the night." Mrs. Aburnathy mused for a brief moment "I suppose that is reasonable, thank you." her eyes glanced down at the cards again as she gave a forced smile and walked out. Even 13 years later she was still the towns gossip, the daughter of the run away teen lovers; now add 'practicing witchcraft in the local book store'. Kaida shook her head slightly rolling her eyes a the door clicked shut. She was fourth generation Japanese American, she never could understand how her great- great grandparents and their small immigrant group found this; what would have been even tinier town back then to settle in when they came to this country. She sighed as she leaned back over the camera to finish fixing the focus on it.
 
Ending credits rolled for his NG+ playthrough of Bloodborne for PC. The 54 inch Yusuf was playing on cast a dull light across the living room, illuminating the off-white love seat and 15 dollar Walmart end table which stood alone in the bare space, as well as catching on the glasses of a thin form lounging with controller in hand. He glanced over to the digital clock display on the wall. 4:37 PM seemed like a decent time for lunch, and he didn't feel like diving into Sekiro just yet. He'd heard it was hit or miss for some people, so he hit the power button on the TV remote and walked the 10 feet or so to his small kitchen. The computer he always left on. It was liquid cooled and he'd be using it soon enough anyway.

The kitchen was little more than a sink, refrigerator, and oven, but it was good enough to cook meals for one person, not that Yusuf was much of a cook. He pulled out the bread, whipped up a sandwich with pre-sliced ham and cheese, poured a glass of Dr. Pepper, and sat down at his little one-man breakfast table in the corner, looking out onto the streets of Morin River. It was starting to get a little dark out there, maybe stormy, but he could still see the old, boxy single-family's that made up most of his neighborhood. He flipped through the mail he'd tossed here earlier in the day as he ate. Mostly junk. The only important one was dues for the community wellness center he used for his sporadic treadmill runs. The rest went straight in the garbage. He grumbled a bit to himself about small towns and the center's lack of an online payment option as he finished his sandwich and went to dig out his checkbook from 2012. At this rate he might actually finish the damn thing. There'd been no use for it in Seattle, but Morin River was a different sort of place.
 
BUMP

Hourray for interest! I can confidently say that applications will be closing after this weekend, and we will be getting underway. Late applications will be considered until we have reached the maximum number of players, or in the event that a player drops, or is removed ^_^
 
Fox sat down, exhausted. He could leave, finally. He had been working from early that morning, and his break was given to him only an hour after he got there. Nine whole hours later, here he was, collapsing into his car. His parents had suggested him get a summer job to help pay for college, and so he applied at the local grocery store, thinking it would be easy, and he could make what he needed. Sure, he did make some money, although he was still behind on dept, but the Job itself? Harder than it looked. Today he was on the cash register, helping people move their stuff into bags, and taking it out to their car. Usually the bagger would help take the groceries out, but today he didn't have a bagger. Mr. K, the scheduling manager, had under-staffed them. So Fox bagged the groceries, ran them out to the car, ran back, and served the next guest. At one point, it was only him and another register that was open, and without self-checkouts, the line grew. Fox's legs ached. He needed to work out more. He was well built, but he always was tired, lack of vitamin C or something, he couldn't remember.

Fox was always hungry, too. It was five o'clock, but he needed something to eat, so he pulled into the nearest restaurant he could find, and waited in the small line while he looked at the menu. 'Hmmm... Chicken sandwich... SPICY chicken sandwich... nuggets...' When he got to the counter, he still didn't know what to get. "Hey! How are you today?" said the kid behind the counter. He could've only been fifteen or sixteen, but he was very energetic and 'ready to serve'. Fox stuttered a bit, "Uh, I-I don't know, uh, any suggestions?" he asked. The kid smiled and pointed to what looked like a wrap on the far side of the menu. "I get the grilled wrap, but I don't get grilled chicken, I get fried. Not just fried, though, spicy fried. And I get it with creamy salsa." Fox smiled. "I'll take it."
 
Burned. Thirty five year old Sofia Hubbuck couldn't figure out why this new recipe was either burnt or under cooked. The five foot eleven red head couldn't seem to find the balance in her strawberry stuffed vanilla cupcakes. She brushed her curly wildfire hair from her pale freckled face and pulled a pencil from behind her ear as she scratched notes on a small pocket sized notebook: she'd roll them in flour next time. The book was bent and damaged on the corners, and pages were falling from the metal spiral. It had been her father's book first - before he handed "Main Street Cakes" down to his only child, retired and vanished on a long sabbatical with her mother. Sofia ran the shop by herself, on main street, obviously, and it was usually a slow business. She spent most of her days experimenting with cakes and stressing over the financial books.

The door to the shop was propped open to let any breeze come in from outside and cool down the blistering heat the ovens created in the small brick building. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her curly hair had been puffed out in the heat. The irishmen's daughter was on the thicker side, the kind of body you'd expect from someone who cooked all day, but she wasn't (to anyone but herself) overweight by any means. She brushed her pale hands on her leg and used an oven-mit to take the blackened cupcakes out to the back door. She shook the pan, and tossed the rock-hard pastries onto the dirt for the birds to pick at before turning back inside. At the front counter, she stood and stared at the sprawled out notebook. She shifted the straps of her jean shorts overalls and placed her hands on her hips. Right then, this time, roll the filling in flour first.
 
~ANNOUNCEMENT~
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Alright, I think we're almost ready to get underway ^_^ Applications will be open through Sunday, but at this point we have enough people to proceed. I will mention again, once applications are closed, we will only accept new players in the event of an existing player dropping out or being removed. If anyone has any questions about the setting that don't involve the villain directly, feel free to ask them here, as others may be wondering the same thing! Shit, I'm still wondering a few things :3 Naw, naw, j/k, I've got a plan, y'all gown dai.
 
Deep within the woods a sound could be heard, the sound of metal hitting wood as the axe clashed into the indent inside the trunk. Grueling swings are thrown as the axe continues to swing back and forth into the tree. Blistered and soar the user continues their efforts, The axe chipped and splintered held tightly in their grip. As the final swing comes through, the towering giant cracks and sways as it falls to the forest floor with a final thump. The victor wipes his forehead and strokes his beard. Ringing starts from his pocket as he reaches in and pulls out an old flip phone answering the call. "This is Robert Sanders... yes... yes... ah, well Ms.Terry I have just chopped down a 20ft pine. Mhm, yes.. I'll bring it to your place this afternoon. Oh thank you. Alright. Have a nice day." Robert Sanders, A hard working man of the ripe age of 30, stands 6ft tall in blue jeans and a long sleeve plaid shirt of orange and red, with flowing black hair and a beard that extended to his collar. He gives a big sigh as he looks at the fallen tree. "This will be a long day." He says as he prepares the tree and trims it to make it ready for transportation back to his cabin which was not too far from he was in the woods.

At the cabin he had dragged the tree now split into two logs, back to it. There he chopped away at each log making sections of it and then splitting them into pieces as firewood. He had taken off his shirt showing his fit body caused by the work he had done for years chopping wood. He was the only one who lived in this area, with noone around for miles. Every afternoon he would drive out to the town to sell firewood and drop it off at properties where the folks were too old to make the trip to him. Though this didn't seem like much he was contempt with the life he had. Finishing the last of the wood he loaded it up into the bed of his truck. An old Chevy love that had seen better days but still did her job perfectly. As he finished he popped open a bottle of beer and sighed. It was time to head to town.
 
~ANNOUNCEMENT~
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SO ... my weekend kind of got away from me again, just a bunch of little emergencies that popped up right when I thought I was safe in my pyjamas, but I'll have to time tomorrow to post. Applications are now closed, and I can officially say welcome all of you :P

@WonTonYinn You're the only one who doesn't get a PM called ">Slow Clap<" :P Welcome aboard ^_^

Tomorrow I'll be posting my own intro in the RP thread, and sending you all a lil profile to fill out and send back in private. It won't be lengthy, I welcome point form, but it will let me customize the story a little. In the mean time, feel free to plot amongst yourselves; it's a small town, you all likely know one another, or at least have seen one another around.

I will be editing the main thread to reflect the presence of the bakery, and a few other businesses I think I forgot, but for the moment, I'm wiped >,<
 
@ZeroKoolaide @DRB @Lady Asjira @Ajar @Ciri @WonTonYinn

Hullo people, loving the first few posts, and the profiles I've received, and I hope to be seeing more from the rest of you soon ^_^ This is going to be a staged setup, so we're going to have a few posts from everyone on the day before anything nefarious has happened, and then a few things start to happen, and then a few more, and then all hell breaks loose so to speak ^_^ So your primary concern should be getting your character somewhere to interact with the others. It shouldn't be hard, it's a pretty small town :p

If anyone is feeling intimidated by the word counts so far, don't worry about it, post what's comfortable for you. Also, in case anyone missed it, the link will follow in plain format.

https://writerssanctum.com/threads/shiver-a-lovecraftian-horror-rp.11954/#post-267371
 
I lost my muse over the week end as well as being at the concert on saturday. I am working on playing catch up!
 
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