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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 23, 2010 8:05:12 GMT -5
Vacant for many years and just too far enough out of the way of any main travel routes to even bother demolishing. The Plantation consists of a few work sheds, some fields, a mass grave and a large house all previously run by a mad slave owning matriarch Marie Le-Sade. Refusing to move as the shifting swamp waters made the fields unworkable, Marie had a group of hired thugs murder anyone caught trying to leave, even her own family members. Her husband Francis Le-Sade was long senile and spent his days in a small attic workshop making toys for the children they would never have. At some point those living in the house vanished completely, Marie, Francis and whatever muscle was there at the time, the slaves eventually left after biding enough time to make sure that it wasn’t some kind of morbid trick to justify killing more of them. Nowadays the house still stands, slightly worse for wear but still solid with the all the furniture in place and Francis workshop and toys unmoved. Popular as a hazing spot among local children who dare each other to get as far inside as possible before they get scared (or smart) enough to run.
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 7, 2017 11:01:01 GMT -5
== Sarah Chase enters from Wesley College ==Rain was pelting Sarah hard on her back and head as she maneuvered her motorcycle down the hazardous dirt back road. Night was falling and so were the temperatures. While this didn't bother Sarah at all, the fact that if she didn't find cover soon meant that she would be soaked and cold and have hypothermia setting in. As she wiped her eyes, she saw and even smaller dirt road heading off to the left. Slowly to a stop, she looked down the path to see if there were any buildings way out here. With the rain and lack of light, she couldn't see a building, but she did notice that trees lined the path at regular intervals, so she knew something must be down there.... right? Turning on the path she made her way away from the street. She wasn't concerned about the noise as it was covered by the thunder, and she hadn't seen anyone, living or unliving, in a few hours. She slowed as the house came into view. It was an old style plantation and from the looks of it, it had been abandoned far before the outbreak... heck, probably before her mother was born. Sarah parked her bike at the foot of the steps leading up to the house. She turned it off check her rifle and sidearm. Then she grabbed a flashlight from her pack before gingering trying the steps. They creaked badly, but they held her weight. She approached the front door and knocked, loudly. If anything or anyone was in there, she wanted to know before she opened the door. She waited another 5 minutes and then pounded on the door as loudly as she could with the butt of her rifle. It actually splintered the door in a few placed, but noone came. Taking a deep breath, she tried the door knob and found it unlock. Opening the door, she stepped inside
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 17, 2017 11:18:43 GMT -5
Sarah found herself in the foyer. The inside of the house was in surprisingly better condition than the outside. She had expected to have rain hitting her on the head through numerous wholes in the ceiling, but it was dry. The air was best described at dusty and stale, but it lacked the rotten meat smell that accompanied the undead.
"Hello?", she said tentatively, not wanting to go exploring and stumble upon someone. After a few seconds, she screamed, "HELLO!!" A handful of terrified seconds later, there was still no answer.
Looking left and right, she saw doors that were open. The left led to the dining room and past that, the kitchen. Then door on the right led into a study. Heading right, she decided to set up in the room. It had a good view of the drive and only one door to watch. Once she was set up, she would check out the kitchen for any food that was not spoiled.
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 27, 2017 9:04:21 GMT -5
Sarah was getting antsy. She had laid out all her stuff so that she could get to it as quick as possible. Then she had pulled her motorcycle into the foyer so that from the drive, it was not visible. Then she had pulled the curtains closed so that the light that her flashlight gave off couldn't be seen. Then she spent the next 8 minutes coughing and wheezing the dust out of her throat and nose that came off the curtains.
Then the exploration of the kitchen began. There was no food to speak of, but she did find a plastic bucket, some dish soap and three towels. Going outside in the rain, she collected some water and then came back to the study. Stripping down, she gave herself a modest sponge bath, cleaning the road dirt and grime off of her. Drying off, she pulled on a clean pair of sweats and a t-shirt and let the rest of her clothes hang to dry. Then she ate a small ration of the food she had with her and down some of her water.
And now, she couldn't sleep as the old mansion was creaky and she was antsy.
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 27, 2017 9:52:09 GMT -5
Cindy pushed the door of the plantation house open with her fire axe, ready to jump back if there was anything dead and dangerous inside. Hearing and seeing nothing, she waited a minute and then went inside, closing the door behind her and turning the lock. It sounded loud in her ears. Only the rain outside made any noise. She wanted to call out, but was worried there was actually something here.
"Okay. Calm down. There's nothing here. They would have come when I opened the door. Pull it together Cindy. You're already talking to yourself."
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 27, 2017 9:54:07 GMT -5
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 27, 2017 10:51:52 GMT -5
When the front door opened, Sarah thought the wind blew it open. When she heard it shut quietly and the mumbling of a crazy woman, Sarah cussed under her breath and grabbed her handgun. She pushed the door open and aimed at the back of being who was in the foyer.
"Yeah, you're talking to yourself like a nutjob, lady. Turn around slowly, or I'll blow a hole in the back of your head." Sarah was way beyond antsy at this point. Mix in a little bit of fear that the owners were coming home and she was the intruder and she was more opted to kill first and then run with no questions asked.
She did notice that it was a woman... a fairly nerdly looking girl. It looked like she had raided her mom's closet for last generations sweaters and mom jeans.
"Who are you?", Sarah demanded.
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 27, 2017 10:59:33 GMT -5
Cindy almost fainted when she heard the woman's voice, but knowing the woman had a gun made her feel even more like she was in danger. What if she was crazy? Or some kind of killer?
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't know anyone else was here. I was just trying to find a place to sta until the rain stopped. Please don't kill me."
Her voice was quiet, and shaky as she silently hoped the woman wouldn't shoot her, or rob her.
"I'm Cindy. Cindy Chan. I swear I'll leave when the rain stops."
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 27, 2017 11:14:38 GMT -5
"Move over to that wall", Sarah said, motioning with the barrel of her gun to the wall opposite the study. Then she looked out the window to see if anyone was with her, waiting to ambush her. "And drop the axe and kick it into the dining room." As Cindy complied, Sarah looked her over. Dirty sweater and her jeans seemed to be caked in mud from her knees down. Besides the axe, there didn't seem to be any other weapons on her.
But seeming and being sure were two totally different things.
"Well Cindy, take off your pants and sweater."
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 27, 2017 11:37:14 GMT -5
Cindy blinked, looking stupidly at the woman for a moment before she blurted out and equally dumb response. Her intelligence seemed to have fled her at the moment.
"Eh-what? No, no I'm not taking my clothes off!"
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, dried blood or not she wasn't going to let this woman see her naked. What if there were boys here? Was that what she was doing? Prepping her body for them?
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 27, 2017 13:53:48 GMT -5
Sarah growled and lowered her voice, but it didn't lack for intensity. "I am not letting you stay in here with me without knowing if you are bitten." Sarah paused for a moment. "At least show me your arms and pull your shirt up a bit so I know I don't have shoot you where you stand. If you were in my shoes, you should do the same thing."
Sarah knew that this was going to be a awkward standoff and the person could leave, but she hadn't survived this long by being naive.
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 27, 2017 14:08:56 GMT -5
"Oh-okay, okay. Please. I'm not bitten. Look."
Cindy pulled up her sleevs and the bottom of her sweater up to her braline, showing that she wasn't bitten. She slipped off her back and let the woman see her back, and pulled her pant legs as high as she could.
"See, I'm not bitten. Just wet and scared, okay?"
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 27, 2017 15:33:10 GMT -5
Sarah held her aim for a moment longer and then dropped her gun to her side. She, however, did not holster the weapon. "Name's Sara", she said by way of greeting. After another awkward moment, she sighed. Lifting her gun up, she holstered it. "Come on then. I have a fire going in the study. You can at least get dry and warm."
Sarah motioned to the Study that she had set up in. Through the door, there was a small fire of books going in the fireplace. Sarah reached over and grabbed the key out of the lock on the front door. She didn't want Cindy running off with her supplies in the middle of the night.
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Post by JDrew25 on Apr 27, 2017 16:00:55 GMT -5
Cindy nodded, picking up her backpack and following the woman. She took up her ax, but kept it low. She didn't want to make the woman any more agitated or suspicious than she already was.
As much as she hated to see the books on fire, she understood the need for warmth. She slipped off her shoes putting them close by the fire and hoping they would dry soon. Putting the backpack by the wall she left the ax there. She took the hammer out of her pack and sat down beside the woman. She laid it within reach of both of them, she hoped the woman would see that as a sign of trust.
"I don't like being unarmed. I have a feeling you can understand that."
She gave a curious glance around the room, and then back at the woman. She wasn't older than her, but not a lot. Definitely an adult. And definitely dangerous. But dangerous to whom?
"So did you find this place too?"
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 27, 2017 16:17:53 GMT -5
Sarah watched her warily and was pleased that she was moving slow and understood the delicacy of their situation. One wrong move from either of them and a needless death would ensue.
"Yeah, only about 2 hours before you arrived. It was getting a little too dangerous to ride my bike out in the ran so I found this place. I haven't had a chance to search it yet." She paused for a moment and then took her gun out of her holster. Hitting the release, she dropped the magazine out and caught it. Pocketing the magazine, she racked the slide and caught the round that ejected from the top of the gun. She put that in her pocket as well and then tossed the gun into her pack. Hopefully it was a sign of good faith to Cindy... also, Cindy didn't know about the rifle hiding just out of her sight on the side of the couch.
"So do you have any food?"
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