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sirenspull_logs2012-06-28 03:03 am
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[Closed Event Log] Newcomer Hunt @ Spencer's Grounds
Who: Washu, Sherlock Holmes, Mercy Thompson, John Watson, Shikamaru Nara, Aurican, Lisbeth Salander, Son Gohan, Mary Winchester, Jake Marshall, Kurt Hummel, Nill, Amy Pond.
Also starring NPC Hunters: Henry D. Spencer III, Franco Berchelli, Jaina Fife, Katherine Bell, Ariel Costa & Stephan Delacroix
When: From Noon June 28th to Friday at dawn.
Where: Spencer's Hunting Grounds
Summary: Newcomer Hunt!
Warnings: Human Hunting, Sadism, Violence, Death! All that...good stuff.
Also starring NPC Hunters: Henry D. Spencer III, Franco Berchelli, Jaina Fife, Katherine Bell, Ariel Costa & Stephan Delacroix
When: From Noon June 28th to Friday at dawn.
Where: Spencer's Hunting Grounds
Summary: Newcomer Hunt!
Warnings: Human Hunting, Sadism, Violence, Death! All that...good stuff.
13 non-native 'game' waited in cages for the electronic latch to spring, waited to fight for their lives, deep at the dead ends of separate caverns underground. The minotaurs were loaded into the labyrinth, every inch the monsters to be slaughtered. For fun. For a challenge.
Hunters on the field waited at ground level, just beyond the inner gate. These lucky sports were armed to the teeth with their choice of weapons, traps and personal gear, several thousand dollars sunken into their one-of-a-kind safari.
At noon, Spencer's lazy drawl crackled over an old PA system. It wasn't his priority to replace, unlike the rest of his land, which was carefully groomed for the thrill of the hunt, laden with diverse environments and an inventive love for the chase that only a territorial game warden could manufacture on this scale.
He didn't need to start things with a flourish. He was laconic that way, grinning as he struck a match on his teeth and lit his pipe, leaning back in his chair with eyes on his camera feeds. Time for a show.
"Okay, Ladies. Gentlemen. Load and move out. Lets get this hunt underway."
He lifted a rifle onto his shoulder, and turned to the open window on his left, squinting at a squirrel which has perched on a post outside the lodge.
He lets them repopulate. There's nothing like popping squirrels off your porch.
...or starting the hunt off officially with a bang.
[OOC: Tagging order is totally open, and setting elements are varied. We fully intend there to be damage to the grounds. [ACTION] style logging is perfectly fine, considering how large a group this is, but prose style works too. Split up or group together! Threadhop and run into others if you want as well.
Basic weapons (knives, spears, stone bludgeons, axes, etc) can be found here and there to give the hunted a 'fair' chance.
The hunting grounds are all very nearly man made, through the flora has taken over the top part over the years. It has elements of forest/jungle, sand traps, caves, a small lake, fields and other hiding places. It also has about 4 stories of underground tunnels, caves, bunkers, rooms with strange settings and endless paths one could take. Feel free to point out your own interesting location if needed, seeing as he’s had time to build it all up in this place.
Nighttime Survivors face a whole new element after siren. Darkness-mutated exotic wild animals, ranging from polar bears, tigers, buffalo, wolves, gorillas, anacondas and white rhinos populate the grounds. Human mutation prowl the night too, casualties of other hunts like yours. Good luck!]
Hunters on the field waited at ground level, just beyond the inner gate. These lucky sports were armed to the teeth with their choice of weapons, traps and personal gear, several thousand dollars sunken into their one-of-a-kind safari.
At noon, Spencer's lazy drawl crackled over an old PA system. It wasn't his priority to replace, unlike the rest of his land, which was carefully groomed for the thrill of the hunt, laden with diverse environments and an inventive love for the chase that only a territorial game warden could manufacture on this scale.
He didn't need to start things with a flourish. He was laconic that way, grinning as he struck a match on his teeth and lit his pipe, leaning back in his chair with eyes on his camera feeds. Time for a show.
"Okay, Ladies. Gentlemen. Load and move out. Lets get this hunt underway."
He lifted a rifle onto his shoulder, and turned to the open window on his left, squinting at a squirrel which has perched on a post outside the lodge.
He lets them repopulate. There's nothing like popping squirrels off your porch.
...or starting the hunt off officially with a bang.
[OOC: Tagging order is totally open, and setting elements are varied. We fully intend there to be damage to the grounds. [ACTION] style logging is perfectly fine, considering how large a group this is, but prose style works too. Split up or group together! Threadhop and run into others if you want as well.
Basic weapons (knives, spears, stone bludgeons, axes, etc) can be found here and there to give the hunted a 'fair' chance.
The hunting grounds are all very nearly man made, through the flora has taken over the top part over the years. It has elements of forest/jungle, sand traps, caves, a small lake, fields and other hiding places. It also has about 4 stories of underground tunnels, caves, bunkers, rooms with strange settings and endless paths one could take. Feel free to point out your own interesting location if needed, seeing as he’s had time to build it all up in this place.
Nighttime Survivors face a whole new element after siren. Darkness-mutated exotic wild animals, ranging from polar bears, tigers, buffalo, wolves, gorillas, anacondas and white rhinos populate the grounds. Human mutation prowl the night too, casualties of other hunts like yours. Good luck!]
midafternoon-ish | tunnels and beyond
Sometimes she keeps track of her surroundings, and sometimes she gets lost.
Sometimes she finds other trapped Newcomers, and sometimes... she does not. Mary can be found climbing, cutting her way through jungle, calling into caves, darting around like someone well-trained in how to survive being prey. She has knives, and later, a spear. She's trained, lean, mean, and desperate.]
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Blood ran down her face and covered her hand as she rolled over onto her knees. She screamed 'fuck' towards the ground.]
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Hey, hey, come here, can you breath? Can you sit up?
Early afternoon (before Mary finds Lisbeth)
In fact, Stephan is so confident in his survival that he'll even give his hunted targets the first chance to hit him. Pain is all part of the rush he's seeking.
When he spots Mary, he's got a baseball bat in hand and jumps down from a tree in front of her.]
Having fun yet?
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We're gonna get out of here. You'll be sorry.
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[Stephan doesn't comment as to whether or not they'll get out of there. In fact, he almost hopes that some of them do. It proves they were worthwhile chasing after in the first place.]
Although I'll admit it's kind of boring if you guys aren't properly equipped for fighting and surviving.
[He'd prefer a battlefield to a hunting ground, personally.]
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[She is not fucking around. The knife that was in the tunnels is already in her hand, battered in places but likely just the more ragged and semi-serrated for it.]
I don't like killing but I'll kill everyone in here if it means getting these people out. Get away from me.
[Yeah, that'll work like her swampland-in-Florida real estate career. Mary's using the babble as a stalling tactic to scope out escape routes in her peripheral vision. There's the lake she could jump into, and brave whatever nasties might be living in there. Mary's gotten stronger at swimming this year, but she doesn't want to go up against an island native. There's a tree with a low-hanging branch, a rock on the ground she could move if she needed to bludgeon, a cutaway in the ground behind her, a cave a hundred yards east.
The tunnels aren't far away, but Mary can't run that way. If she leads one of the hunters to their hideout, the other people down there will die. There's no doubt in her mind that the bad guys know the tunnels and terrain better than she does, and... she can't.
So, escape routes it is.]
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[He actually sounds disappointed that he can't give her gun back to her. That would make things more interesting. And he's pleased to see that she's going to fight seriously.]
So...I'll have to make it more interesting in another way.
[He drops his aluminum baseball bat just behind him.]
Take me out and you'll have something else to add to your arsenal, yeah?
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[Thank Christ he at least seems to have a sense of sport and fair play. Or something. Good, because she won't. She used her powers in this collar earlier, and she'll roast his nuts off if she has to.
Mary stalks around him like a cat, letting them get closer to each other so she can feint a punch to the head and land an actual kick to the crotch as hard as she can.]
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The crotch kick doesn't quite drop him, but there's a decidedly pained expression on his face and he's wobbly on his feet for a few seconds. When he speaks, he's gritting his teeth.]
That wasn't very polite.
[It's enough to make him start getting ready to actually fight, though.]
Say late afternoon or evening before Sirens? Tunnels
Early in the afternoon, he sees Mary head out again, toward the direction they'd come from. But when she didn't come back after a few hours... well. That's when he'd started to get worried. So, he went to check on her, when he found himself in front of the tunnels which they'd been trapped in only hours before.
Jake hesitated for a moment, wondering what things still could be caught in here. He'd been lucky before - he'd avoided a few gas traps with his bandana, and he'd managed to avoid a few other traps by moving slowly and carefully. He'd gotten nicked, sure, but he'd managed to get out of there. But he'd heard of the other things people had met in the tunnels, and he was... hesitant. Not afraid, mind you, but hesitant.
So, he stepped back into the darkness of the tunnels, making his way back into the labyrinth. He had to make sure she was okay. If he didn't... well, he'd never be able to forgive himself.]
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Oh, and yelling. Loudly.]