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kore_logs2014-01-19 12:51 am
foundacause) wrote in kore_logs2014-01-19 12:51 am
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You can't carry it with you if you want to survive
Who: Meg and OPEN
Where: All around the Science Centre
When: Day 154 - Day 158
What: Hellhounds are running amok and Meg is trying not to die – aka the catch-all Meg post
Warnings: Language, gore, violence and lots of it. Character death.
Meg doesn't need to sleep. Sometimes she sleeps for the joy of dreaming. Other times she doesn't bother. Same with food - she doesn't need to eat to sustain herself but sometimes she eats for the joy of it. This is one of those days where she is wide awake and looking for something to eat while the majority of the normal little squishy people at the Science Centre dream their little dreams of puppies and rainbows - or whatever the hell squishy human types dream of.
She's only about half way through her triple layer peanut butter, jelly and cheese sandwich when she hears the all too familiar and all too unwanted growling in the distance. At first she dismisses it; after all some of the foods in this place are said to do strange things and who's to say she didn't pick up weird alien lube instead of jelly? Hearing things could totally be the fault of the PB, J and cheese tower - right?
The snarls and the growls grow louder; and the closer and louder they get the more Meg begins to thing this is not the fault of the sandwich. Fuck. That can only mean one thing... Hellhounds.
Where: All around the Science Centre
When: Day 154 - Day 158
What: Hellhounds are running amok and Meg is trying not to die – aka the catch-all Meg post
Warnings: Language, gore, violence and lots of it. Character death.
Meg doesn't need to sleep. Sometimes she sleeps for the joy of dreaming. Other times she doesn't bother. Same with food - she doesn't need to eat to sustain herself but sometimes she eats for the joy of it. This is one of those days where she is wide awake and looking for something to eat while the majority of the normal little squishy people at the Science Centre dream their little dreams of puppies and rainbows - or whatever the hell squishy human types dream of.
She's only about half way through her triple layer peanut butter, jelly and cheese sandwich when she hears the all too familiar and all too unwanted growling in the distance. At first she dismisses it; after all some of the foods in this place are said to do strange things and who's to say she didn't pick up weird alien lube instead of jelly? Hearing things could totally be the fault of the PB, J and cheese tower - right?
The snarls and the growls grow louder; and the closer and louder they get the more Meg begins to thing this is not the fault of the sandwich. Fuck. That can only mean one thing... Hellhounds.
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She watches as Meg turns to face the onslaught of hellhounds. Watches the blade slice into invisible flesh, dark drops and then pools of blood mixing at Meg's feet, but her own blood is flowing too. More and more, the red mixes with the black until she falls.
And Ellen wants to look away, because no one should be willingly watching this, but she can't. She can feel her her stomach turn and still she won't allow herself to look away as that meatsuit is torn to pieces. She wonders if the girl Meg possessed has mother out there somewhere and then suddenly her legs give way out from underneath her.
She sits there for what feels like an eternity, watching that blood travel across the floor and mix with the salt. She wonders if it will wash the barrier away, but she's not that surprised when she finds that she doesn't care anymore.
It doesn't and the hellhounds seem satisfied for the moment. Eventually, even they go away and she's left alone.