Scotty D'nnough wrote:Regdab — 09/30/2021 4:47 PM
Name: Come Fly With Me
Time: Day 1 (3pm)
Status: Open
Scotty D'nnough wrote:Regdab — 09/30/2021 4:54 PM
Swamp was too soft to properly dig through, and the fubar wasn’t making much headway into the six-by-six hole he envisioned. He’d gotten it roughly there, but there was a longass way to go.
Chloe was situated beside him, face up, swamp slowly starting to reclaim her as he dug. Scotty didn’t like that much - the idea that she was out here, being… taken by nature like some wild thing instead of being set up with an actual, man-made place of resting. He was sure that some hippie type would likely see it as sacrilege, but Scotty wasn’t about the whole… live with the earth, die with the trees philosophy.
And sure, his grave was shitty. Fuck it, whatever. Least he’d tried, and trying had to fucking count for something, you know?
So digging. Digging with the weird demolition tool they’d given him. Digging through the high noon sun barely peeking through the viny trees that sheltered him from its rays and did little to allow the heat that did pierce it to escape again. Digging with the crowbar end, really just pushing marshy swampland away from a specific spot until there was space for the dead girl.
Good thing about the swamp is that the gases mixed with the smell of corpse and allowed him to pretend it wasn’t the same thing.
Scotty dug, putting more humanity into this place, just a bit more overtop of the fact that someone had stabbed Chloe in the back, taken more humanity out of it. Scotty dug to restore the… whatever, karmic balance of the place.
Scotty fucking dug.
Johnathan Vanhorne wrote:almostinhuman | Monica, Douglas — 10/03/2021 10:25 AM
((Johnathan Vanhorne continued from Into Thin Air))
Scotty was joined shortly by a boy falling from the above cliffs to the swampy ground mere feet away from him, sending a repulsive spray of mud and blood everywhere on impact.
((Johnathan Vanhorne deceased))
Scotty D'nnough wrote:Regdab — 10/03/2021 12:46 PM
There was a long pause.
"You have got-" Scotty began.
"Are you fucking-" Scotty started.
"I cannot believe-" Scotty launched into.
After a few beats, with a huff, Scotty shuffled a few feet to the left, hooking the first corpse with the FUBAR and pulling at it until it slid unceremoniously into his shitty little wet grave. With a forearm he wiped blood (and mud) off of his forehead, careful not to get his sweat soaked sleeve in his eye.
He stated at Johnathan for a moment before rolling his eyes.
He began to dig again.
"You're a real piece of shit, buddy. Of all the fucking places you could've taken a header, you chose to land here. Top tier asshole material. Real fucking jackass shit."
Tad Livingston wrote:Undead Sweetheart | Tad, Evan — 10/03/2021 3:05 PM
"Damn. That was sick!"
Tad came into the clearing near the swamp and he let out a loud whistling sound. He glanced at Scotty's graveyard of swampy bodies and then he let out a small chuckle.
"Hey, Scotty. Having fun with falling bodies? That guy sure did want to fly, huh?" He asked with a sly smirk and he was fiddling with the screwdriver that was now in his hand again. "Glad to see you alive, bud. Uh.... Compared to your guests of corpses. Heh...."
((Tad Livingston continued from F.M.L.))
Scotty D'nnough wrote:Regdab — 10/04/2021 7:38 AM
Scotty paused, turning to look at Tad, tilting his head downwards to stare at the other boy over his aviators. The look didn't have the effect he wanted, with the mud and blood splashed on his face, cheek, neck.
His flannel was totally ruined, on another note. He shook it idly.
"Hey pal," Scotty said, pausing mid-hack at a rare stone in the marsh, standing to his full, sleight height. Warily, he rested the FUBAR on his left shoulder with his batting hand, mud sluicing off of the jagged tip and spattering in the swampland below.
"You too."
Scotty looked at the lopsided hole he'd dug for the fresh corpse. It'd keep for now. Tad was a little more interesting to him.
"You, uh, kept busy, pal?"
Stanislava Ionescu wrote:cardinal-cyn — 10/04/2021 11:55 AM
[[G011 — Stanislava Ionescu: BEGIN]]
The air smelled like shit.
Stacy had sat there for the last several hours. Watching. Waiting. Banging against the tree trunks. Screaming. When she realized nobody had heard her, meditating. Breathing the foul-scented air.
Oh, perhaps a taste of mushrooms would have helped her along further, but her body sank just enough into the cool, muddy ground to insulate her from the bugs and the birds and the traces of noonday sun peeking through the trees. For the first time since she'd finished her college application essays, she felt at peace. She was half-asleep, half-dissociated, dagger clutched to her chest. She dreamt of beautifully proven equations, of strange green crystals and Bunsen burners.
Something disturbed the dirt.
Men's voices.
Stacy dared to dream a little longer.
Tad Livingston wrote:Undead Sweetheart | Tad, Evan — 10/04/2021 5:37 PM
"Man, mud and blood really isn't your color, Scotty." Tad's joke was in poor taste, but then he shrugged his shoulders and he took a step closer towards his sport friend. The only friend of his beside Alexis that is.
"Me?"
He twirled the screwdriver between his fingers and he clicked his tongue lightly. "Let's just say..... I took care of someone who wasn't going to survive this."
He didn't feel like lying. Honesty came to him naturally.
Scotty D'nnough wrote:Regdab — 10/04/2021 7:50 PM
Scotty's motions stopped, frozen for what felt like five minutes, his fingers tightening around the FUBAR. Slowly, slowly, he shoved his right hand into his pocket, stepped a little closer, his feet sucking at the mud and moss that clung to his jean legs.
"Yeah?" he asked casually, his breath coming out in a staticky, rhythmic blast, "Who- uh, who did you... take care of?"
Bill Tremble wrote:Professor Fether — 10/05/2021 3:24 PM
A short distance away, in the opposite direction of where Stacy rests, a bush rustles, then parts, revealing the tip of a spear. It is followed a moment later by the face of BILL.
BILL (aside): "Build it and they will come" indeed! If rain is God crying, then today He must be suffering hay fever.
Things look calm enough for the moment, but I'll keep my eye on these two. We've seen the smoke—the fire may be along shortly.
Tad Livingston wrote:Undead Sweetheart | Tad, Evan — 10/17/2021 10:36 AM
Tad thought back to the guy and then his mind was drawing a blank. Did he hit his head or something? He had no idea. Maybe the knock out gas got to him or some shit. He honestly didn't care.
"No fucking idea. He was some guy at the wrong place at the right time for me." Tad let out a childish laugh and he stopped twirling the screwdriver, holding it by his side. "So.... what do you want to do now?"
Scotty D'nnough wrote:Regdab — 10/17/2021 10:44 AM
"Wrong place, wrong time, huh?" Scotty said, quirking his lips in a smile. His shoes carried him forwards, closer to Tad, close enough to swing, he judged. If he lunged forwards he would barely catch him, but he needed him to move, to get Tad away. Tad's face - did Tad always wear this expression? Did he always look like a shark back home, fresh from a midafternoon snack?
"Cool, man. That's... fucking badass, actually," Scotty said grinning fully now, "it's cool you can handle yourself. Did you do it with that screwdriver?"
Scotty's neck felt hot, the FUBAR felt heavy.
Bill Tremble wrote:Professor Fether — 10/19/2021 3:28 PM
BILL (aside): I can't make heads or tails of them. I can't hear a word they're saying.
I'll approach, then, but cautiously.
The bush rustles again, as BILL's face vanishes back into it, followed by the spear.
Tad Livingston wrote:Undead Sweetheart | Tad, Evan — 10/27/2021 3:13 AM
Tad glanced at the screwdriver and then he glanced back at Scotty with a carefree grin. He felt his ego being boosted up a bit and he felt like he wanted to show off a little. He knew that he shouldn't be taking proud about killing someone, but well, it was a competition after all. He had to win all of this.
"Hell yeah, I used this on him. Twice. Since I kind of struggled to take him out the first time." Tad admitted honestly and he heard a rustling noise in the bushes nearby. Eh, possibly an animal or something. "Anyway, I'm gonna get out of this place if you want to tag along with me, buddy. We could be like a cool duo! Me killing people, you burying them." He let out a careless laugh as if he had said the funniest joke ever. "You up for a journey, Scotty?"
Scotty D'nnough wrote:Regdab — 10/30/2021 11:28 AM
"Not even a little," was the reply.
Scotty turned his back then, resumed digging.
"Have fun storming the castle, bud."
Tad Livingston wrote:Undead Sweetheart | Tad, Evan — 10/30/2021 11:37 AM
Tad gave a light-hearted shrug. He was kinda bummed out that Scotty wasn't going to join him to look for Alexis. It would have been cool to have them as a trio.
"Aww, too bad." He said with a small smirk and he started to walk away. "Good luck with all the burying and shit. Try not to die on me, Scotty!"
And then he was gone.
((Tad Livingston continued elsewhere))
Bill Tremble wrote:Professor Fether — 11/09/2021 12:36 AM
A bush rustles again after TAD passes it, and seconds later BILL peeks out once more.
BILL (aside): Well, well. One goes, and one stays. Talk with the undertaker, or follow the joker?
But on second thought, are either of those worth the doing? I think not. Let's try again somewhere else.
Exit BILL
Scotty D'nnough, Stanislava Ionescu wrote:DerArknight — 01/16/2022 9:03 AM
((Taking over the inactive characters so a new thread can be started in this location))
When the other boy left, Scotty didn't look after him.
He just kept digging.
((Scotty D'nnough continued in Tabula Rasa))
Eventually, the girl stopped dreaming and went away as well.
((Stanislava Ionescu continued in Tabula Rasa))