Guardian Angels - RP THREAD

Sunday August 5[sup]th[/sup], 1992.

Windemile was the city of songbirds, so said the locals. -- It was a beautiful community with an abundance of culture and colors. It was everything a person could want. The streets were paved a smooth ivory, and the grass was lush and green. It was a place where every one was known by name, and a yard-sale was just another opportunity to talk with your neighbors, or make a few dollars before taking them out for a picnic in good-health.

It was a cultural mosaic, and had good foods, good people and good money. The economy was largely dependent on the countryside – however it wasn't a problem, considering it had the good fortune to be surrounded by fertile soil, somehow managing to double the expected crops year after year. However, the real reason Windemile was sought after by young-adults and elders alike, was its health-care system. Some would argue that Windemile over-funded, and had too much focus on Health rather than laws and protection, but anyone who's lived in Windemile knows that everyone who is a part of the community is never without help. Never does a day go by that the news channels don't flock to Windemile's local hospitals to get the latest scoop on a miracle, or new discovery.

Recently, the city had begun researching into mental health, and support for the disabled. Much like always, the taxes were spent much wiser in that area than much of the world, and progress maintained high. It remained high for almost 2 years before it was declared that no further study could be conducted due to new standards in tax laws, which brought disappointment to much of the community – if not only to be a brief moment of depression.

However, with summer nearing it's end, the city has always maintained the tradition to throw a fair in honor to the good fortune the city has received in its lifetime, and to give the children something to look forward to before school came rushing around the corner – not to mention the fair had many interesting games and activities that were open to anyone of the community to either oversee or participate. They also had barbeques and funding drives dedicated to the local fire and police departments, as any good city would.

The fair itself was located in a large park in the western side of the city, shared with many of the derby and racing arenas. It was a pleasant setting, with the sounds of laughing children and the smell of good food could be detected all all ends of the park. It had many rides and games free of ugly stereotypical carny rats often seen in such a setting. On the rightmost side of the park was a stage, where a local band played simple, home-grown rock n' roll, often playing whatever shout-outs were given, as well as supplying much of the beer and other such drinks for the barbeques.

The leftmost side was filled with various kid rides and fast food of all types. Small roller-coasters, silly-houses, and even simple duck-picking games. However it was the dunk tank that got most attention – not surprisingly, a small line of boys and girls ranging from 6-13 years of age eagerly awaited their chance to dunk one of the local firemen.

The chip trucks were lined up nicely, each having their own abundant supply of poutine and assorted sweets such as cotton candy and gummy bears. At the end of trucks, each wearing a matching worn-white, was a refreshing sky-blue truck with a red-nosed clown handing out ice cream to many parents and love-birds who were eager to try the new installment to this year's fair.

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“Mommy! Mommy! Ice-cream!” Looking down, Alley smiled at Sam, who pointed with a stubby, orange finger towards the clown as he handed out a cone topped with blue to a fairgoer. ”Oh, I see – little Sammy wants some ice-cream eh? Okay, let's see what mommy can do.” Alley said with a slight laugh as she pushed Sam's stroller gently over small hills of grass as she headed over to the ice-cream truck. ​

It was pleasantly warm, enough so that she didn't have to worry that little Sammy would overheat, but she checked anyway. ”Are you hot honey? Ice-cream will help you cool down.” Sam shook his head, ”No, not hot mommy, I just want it.” Alley looked down again with a smile as she reached down and patted his head. ”Ok, I'll get you some.”​

She stopped at the truck and waved at the clown, because to her, he wasn't a stranger. ”Hello Tom, how are you? Little Sammy here saw that you have some ice-cream for sale.”​

The clown smiled politely as his gaze drifted to Sam. ”Hey there little buddy – do you recognize me?” Sam shook his head in confusion. ”Aww, well that's ok – He sure is getting big Alley.” He said returning his gaze.​

”Yep, sure is, ain't that right my little cutie-pie?” she said affectionately as she knelt down and nuzzled his nose. ”Ok honey, what kind do you want?” she said in a slight whisper. ”Chocolate mommy, I want chocolate!” ”Ok – Tom, could I get a small chocolate cone? Like, really small – he's just a little guy.”​

”Sure thing - here you go.” He said scooping a small amount of chocolate into the cone, and trading it for a small amount of change. ”You have a good time now.” He waved as the two left, the little canine eagerly lapping up the chocolate, despite leaving much more on his face than on his tongue.​

Alley pushed Sam over to a small spot of grass and let him out of the stroller, holding him in her arms, snuggling him as he enjoyed his ice-cream. ”You gonna tell daddy about how much fun you're having?” ”Yeah – mommy, guess what...” ”What little Sammy?”​

”I like chocolate.” ”You get that from your daddy.” She said as she rocked him gently, lifting her nose up to the air and closing her eyes slightly.



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'It's a good day for socializing...'

 

The line for the roller-coaster was rather short. It wasn't particularly long, in fact, the ride was mostly meant to amuse young teens, however, there was no restrictions on height or age. The man overseeing the coaster was one of the local farmers; a young man with black straggly hair and bright green eyes. He was quite skinny and pale for a farmer, but retained a youthful glow. ”Hello – if I remember your name is Jocey... sorry if I don't remember your friends name – fairly new here, well, that is to say – new 'here.' I don't come into the city often.” He turned around and pulled out a couple stickers, each having little plane-logos that matched the ride, and slapped them onto the backside of the pair's paws. ”There you are – enjoy the ride, the whole five seconds of it” he said, giggling a bit. The metal gate opened and the train-cars were revealed. They were small, only fitting two people, and it was evident that it was going to be a tight squeeze, either that or any riders above four feet would have their knees uncomfortable bent upwards.

Meanwhile, Alley and Sam remained on the grass, Sammy enjoying the now half-melted ice cream as he wiped his paws on his shirt, staining it with chocolate. Uh-oh... mommy, shirt got messy...” Alley looked down and rolled her eyes playfully. ”It's okay, we'll get you a new shirt after, I can-- OH hey!” It was then that Alley noticed the pair moving towards her. She immediately recognized Tate and her older brother, and her ears perked up. ”You wanna go say hi to Tate Sammy?”
”Yeah, yeah!”

With that, little Sammy was lifted up onto Alley's hip as she began moving towards the pair. Sammy laughed as Alley tickled his ears with her nose, making silly noises for the child's amusement. Soon Alley and Sam were in reaching distance of the pair. ”Hello Tate, George.” Alley started, ”I see you two bought ice-cream too – You want to find a seat?” She said as she gave a slight look behind her shoulder. Behind her she saw Ericka, who had her back turned and seemed to be heading for the food trucks. Alley opened her mouth to yell, but instead of her voice sounding off, something very different occurred...

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Somewhere in the farthest reaches of the park, a gunshot echoed, followed by a scream, then 3 more gunshots. The shots were loud booms that could only be made by a high-powered pistol, something that Windemile never had access to.

In only a few moments, the fair was in chaos, people ran screaming and rides were evacuated. The roller coaster pedaled itself back faster than normal, and the train cars were exited. The black haired farm-boy was no where to be seen, nor the clown who served the ice cream, although within minutes the park was over crowded, and even yelling couldn't be heard through the screaming of the crowd.

To make matters worse, the edges of the park, namely the exits, were cutoff by a strange, thick fog. The fog remained contained at the exits, regardless of the windpower, and reveling themselves from the smoke were strange men in white outfits, wearing gas masks, toting briefcases in their left hands, and long needles in the other. They kept themselves at the exits, stopping anyone who tired to leave giving them a quick shove – and for some reason, the people didn't get up...

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Alley was distraught. Her instincts took over as she held Sam tightly against her, shielding his face. ”Mommy – I'm scared, what happening?” Sam said sobbing, dropping the soggy cone.
”I don't know baby, but we need to get out of here. – Tate, do you know these people? Why are they blocking the exits? Shouldn't they want us to evacuate if there's gunfire?”

Alley took a few steps closer to Tate, before giving a quick yelp of pain, and raising her leg. Embedded into the back of the vixen's calf was a small needle. It had a bright yellow feather on the end, seeming to have been fired at her. ”What in the world--” Was all that escaped Alley's muzzle as she collapsed limply to the ground unconscious, Sam falling with her.

And she wasn't the first to fall. Systematically, and seemingly synchronized, other members of the fair began dropping like flies. No warning. No sound. Worse still was the strange white-suited men that seemed to materialize from in the crowd, dragging the fallen individuals through the smoke without rhyme or reason.

'Go to sleep little children...'

 

One by one, each fairgoer was dragged out. And not long after, a man dressed in white made his way behind Ericka, and clasped his hand over he mouth, before giving her a quick sting of pain as the needle was driven into her back, knocking her out cold in seconds.  In only twenty minutes, the fair was vacant, and only small bits of trash, a few forgotten backpacks and the ghost-town atmosphere remained...

Chapter 1: Wake Up​

The sounds of a metal fan awoke the group. The floor was metal and cold, only big enough to fit the individuals with a small amount of space in an unused corner in the south of the room. A large metal door made of tight-knit wire, far too thick to be broken separated the group from a larger room, that seemed to dip into the floor, having the same wire-mesh like material for flooring. The rooms were illuminated by fluorescent lights that were build into the ceiling. In the small room; Alley, the black haired-farm boy, who manned the roller coaster, as well as Ericka, Tate, Ryan and Benji all lay.

Slowly, Alley rose up, holding her head as she looked around the room, in a mixture of confusion and exhaustion. ”Sam?” She said in a tired whisper, ”Sam?! Oh my god, where are we?!” Alley's anxiety was quickly escalating, as she desperately looked around for her son, going to far as to try and budge the metal gate that penned them in.

Not long after, the farm-boy awoke, giving a long glance at the surroundings before pulling at a strange garment that everyone seemed to be wearing. ”What the...” It appeared that everyone in the room had been outfitted in yellow sports pinnies, which confused the farm-boy. Alley's ears shot back, hearing the farm-boy's voice. ”Who are you? Where are we – please, give me some idea!” The farm-boy pushed her away in slight surprise. ”Gah, what the hell?! Get off me, I don't know shit okay? Calm down...”

Alley didn't seem to calm down, but instead moved herself to the empty corner and closed her eyes. Trying desperately to make sense of the situation. ”At last you've awoken.” said a calm voice. The voice seemed to be projected from a small speaker in the wall of the room, and the voice was calm, and medium pitched. ”You've been out cold for few days now – take it easy, get your bearings. The voice sounded elderly, most likely a man in his late fifties.
”Where's my son?!” Alley said, practically screaming into the speaker.
”We took him.” The man said simply.
”You sick sonofabitch, if you touch him I swear to god...”
”On the contrary, we've already 'touched' him by pure definition. If you want to see him again, do as I say, when I say – or he will die. Immediately. Same goes for your friends.” He gave an audibly sigh. ”Listen, I want to help you – I'm just as much a part of this sick game as you all are – they've told me to act as the narrator. Or I will die, and so will everyone else.”

The farm boy stood up and spoke, his voice seeming to be calm and collected, despite being angry. ”Sir, this is no game – it's just sick, now where's my girlfriend? Where is she?! You say you're here to help, why don't you just let us go?!”
”I'm sorry, but that's not how it works.” He began, ”Before I let you out of this room, rules need to be established.” He took a breath. ”First: this is a game. By definition a game is an activity in which the outcome can be changed by other people or actions – if you think about it, life is the biggest game of all. Secondly: Your loved ones have been taken to a helicopter pad on the other side of the city – You have four hours to get there, or they will die. In addition, you are playing against other teams – they are fighting for the same goal, but only one team can win. Each team's loved ones are scattered in different areas, depending on where their start location is, and so far, we've already lost red team – they committed suicide just outside your door In essence, they forfeited – their loved ones are dead due to this. Only Blue, Green and your team – Yellow remain.”
”But--” The narrator interrupted
”As a bonus, you will come across various mutated individuals, you will kill them. And, perhaps hardest of all, are the other contained loved ones. If you come across these, you are encouraged to pull the plug – killing them will give you an additional half-hour to get to the helicopter pad. But the most common is door challenges. When you see a door – much like the one locking you all in, I will give you a challenge, or task before I can open it for you.”

The farm boy nodded in understanding, almost in tears. ”Well, what are you waiting for? Tell me what I need to do to open the door..”
If you insist...” The narrator said, fear evident in his voice. ”Place your arm in the slot – it will break it.” A small square slot opened beside the door, just large enough for a forearm to fit. ”It only gets harder.” The narrator said.

'No pain – no gain – right?'

 

Alley begins at E3!

The clearing of the narrator's throat could be heard through the intercom as Tate mentioned the police, and how much of a threat they would pose in her eyes. The narrator however, was unshaken. ”Believe me when I say that a forced upholding of the law would be appreciated here.” he started, ”But I'm afraid this work was funded by your taxes, and has many other contracts that leave this social experiment quite legal – I am... sorry, you know.”

With that, the chef placed her arm in the slot, a quick, metal press added such force, that the radius and the ulna could be heard breaking, as the tension overpowered her body, and shattered her bones like glass. As the chef's arm was withdrawn from the slot, it bore massive bruising, though the bones did not penetrate the skin. The door opened promptly as the narrator spoke. ”Good, that was test number one – the game begins. You have three hours and fifty-seven minutes to get to the helicopter pad, or you lose.” the sound of sipping liquid could be heard from the intercom, prior to the narrator giving a final piece of advice. ”I would advise you to search the remains of the red team, they may have useful equipment for you.”

Then abruptly, the intercom shut off, leaving the team in silence as they were presented with the small, rectangular room, smelling of blood and sweat from the anxious yellow team, and the carcasses of red. Not long after, Alley emerged from her corner, horrified by what the press had done to Ericka's arm. ”My god...” she said, immediately going to examine Ericka's arm. ”What kind of challenge is this – two internal fractures is not something you can walk away from...” Alley looked to Ericka with dismay, ”Ericka, I know it really hurts – and I'll be honest, this is far worse than people make it out to be.” Quickly, but gently, Alley removed Ericka's pinny – and began tying it as a makeshift sling, while still maintaining Ericka as part of the yellow team. ”Keep the arm elevated to reduce swelling – I don't have any medication to soothe the pain, nor can I fix this without surgical supplies, even so – if we leave it for too long, I'll have to re-break it assuming I ever get the chance to fix it.” Alley took a breath, making the decision to speed up explaining and give a general overview of the wound. ”The bones will not heal properly, and if the bones reseal,  it will be incorrectly – you won't be able to twist your palms and such – unfortunately you need surgery immediately, but I can't do that without supplies...”

Alley gave a small, gentle tug on the pinny, keeping it firmly in place as a sling for Ericka's arm, taking a step back and peering into the room ahead of them, her mouth agape. In the room layed four bodies, each being torn apart by small, bloodied creatures that could've once been people. Alley pointed in horror at the creatures, watching as they eagerly set their claws on a corpse's skull and peeled it open, and stuffing their maw inside. However, beside each corpse was an item – each guarded by the small red creatures. ”What... the fuck...”

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BattleTheme. (Link)

Goal: Defeat all enemies.
Defeat: Players are defeated

MAP

Spoiler

PLAYERS MAY START WITHIN YELLOW AREA

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ENEMIES
1: Lilosc (Sm. Pipe)
HP: ??
Adr: ??
DR: ??
2: Lilosc (Sm. Pistol)
HP: ??
Adr: ??
DR: ??
3: Lilosc (Sm. Knife)
HP: ??
Adr: ??
DR: ??
4: Lilosc (Wooden Pole)
HP: ??
Adr: ??
DR: ??

 

~Player Phase One~​

Alley's heart pounded as she concluded that the creatures would have to be disposed of. She knew little of combat, which was probably also true for the majority of her other companions, as they all sat cramped in the small room. On her neck, she could feel someone's hot breath, causing her to turn and see the culprit. Behind her, taking a glance over her shoulder was Benji. Soon after he spoke about keeping the farmboy and Ericka together as the rest of the team distracted the creatures, or killed them. ”My name is Quinn.” the farmboy said irritatedly.
”Shhhh!” Alley hissed in fright, turning her voice to a whisper. ”I'm going to go and... distract them; Because my son needs me.” she said, suddenly gaining an air of confidence. ”Never forget our goal – if we fail, the ones we love fall with us – and they deserve better!”

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Alley moves to D1. {D3,D2,D1}

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Now standing in the room, Alley faced the creatures as the began to slowly take notice of her presense. Each one turning their heads, emotionless yellow eyes fogged over, and sharp razor-like teeth chattering as they gazed at the female anthromorph. Alley's gaze went from one creature to the next – then onto the weapons they guarded, intentional or no. She considered telling Tate to go for the pistol, but thought that someone less skilled in melee should take it – and Tate probably knew her way around a fistfight. Instead she looked from pole to pipe questioningly. ”Someone needs to get that pole – it has the longest reach!” she yelled, which suddenly riled the small red creatures  as they stood slightly, becoming about the height of a small child as they made guttural shrieks and gnashed their teeth.

Gazing onward in terror for her life, she beckoned the others. ”I can't do this alone, I need someone out here – I don't know how to fight!” Witnessing what could potentially be an all out assault by the creatures as they continued their disgusting vocalizations, Alley pressed herself into the corner, and got into a defensive stance.

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”Alley Guards! -- No more actions can be taken!”

Quinn is in I4!

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Meanwhile, the farmboy – now identified as Quinn, stood in the rightmost corner on the room in a mixture of fear and anger. His head turned as he watched Alley walk out into the other room – soon after he heard the screams of the horrid creatures, emphasizing his need to stay back. ”I can't do this alone, I need someone out here – I don't know how to fight!” He heard Alley yell from the other room.

With a confused shrug, the farmboy shook his head looking t the other team members. Hey, don't look at me – I was told to stay back here with hurt-girl! I can't risk the safety of two people to save one can I? The ratio just doesn't add up!” With that he scuffed further back into the room until he could go no farther, his black hair concealing his eyes as he looked at his shoes, It's just too hard – we're gonna lose...

Quinn Ends Turn!

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BattleTheme. (Link)

Goal: Defeat all enemies.
Defeat: Players are defeated

MAP:

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Allies

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Alley
HP: 10
Adr: 11
DR: 0
Ryan
HP: 10
Adr: 10
DR: 0
Ericka
HP: 7/10
Adr: 11
DR: 0
BadEff: Broken Arm:Melee combat/Crafting -2
Tate
HP: 10
Adr: 12
DR: 0
Benji
HP: 10
Adr: 10
DR:0
Quinn
HP: 10
Adr: 11
DR: 0

Enemies

Spoiler

1: Lilosc (Sm. Pipe)
HP: ??
Adr: ??
DR: ??
2: Lilosc (Sm. Pistol)
HP: ??
Adr: ??
DR: ??
3: Lilosc (Sm. Knife)
HP: ??
Adr: ??
DR: ??
4: Lilosc (Wooden Pole)
HP: ??
Adr: ??
DR: ??