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  1. #51
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    Ursula Cole

    Skipping along with the rest of the Cell. Baby blues eyes the still streets around them. "Things? Or Things?" Ursula asks Rory with naughty twist to her lips.

    "I can totally drive." says the pastel princess, a wide grin up on her lips. "You know what you want me to take control of that monster!" gesturing vaguely towards the parking lot where they left the Winnebago.

    Whether she receives an answer or not Ursula nods at Rory, and begins heading towards their room so she could grab her things.

    The Pastel Princess stops short as she opens the door. Blinking, confused at what she's sees within.

  2. #52
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    What Ursula sees is nothing, and everything.

    A ramshackle scene lay before her. Nothing was where it was left, and yet by the thick layer of dust coating everything, everything was laying where it should.

    A thick layer of mold was climbing up the walls, the Pastel Princess gagged. She couldn't tell the difference between the walls, the dust and the mold.


    The front desk was decayed, covered in dust, the smell of rot and worse thick and choking.


    The Parking lot was beyond simple disrepair, the asphalt cracked, dangerously so.

    There was no sign of the Winnebago.

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  4. #53
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    Rory Gordon
    Rory Gordon

    Status (Academics) Theology Doctorate

    Ursula gets a blank look. It's a look that says innuendo doesn't come naturally to Rory, and would probably need to be explained. But it's also a look that says if the explanation were forthcoming, it would probably get more of a reaction than if he'd gotten the innuendo in the first place.

    Besides, he's busy praying Tal drives instead. He's not one for frivolous prayer, but there are lives at stake.

    "Tatties o’wer the side."


    He stopped in the doorway, nose wrinkling. Could be the night shift had forgotten to put their midnight snack in the fridge, but...? Another step and he watched dust waft and sworl. Reminded him of his room after the month-long bender he'd been on after being de-frocked.

    Something wasn't right.

    He turned and headed back to the room. Fast, purposeful steps that were just shy of a jog.

    "Tal!"


    Where was the van? Had they left him?

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    Misty Shore

    Suspicion grew slowly on Misty, but once it got going, it had the power of a freight train behind it. She sensed, rather than saw, Ursula's hesitation. The sound of Rory's concern spiked within her just as she reached her room. The door looked off, discoloured, neglected - but she barely registered it. Instead she caught the scent rising from from her cell mates.

    "Huh? Hey! Guys?"

    Rory is already moving with purpose.

    Misty joins him, tottering on her heels.

    "What?" Her voice was brief, clipped. She didn't need to ask what was wrong, she saw it writ plainly on the priest's face.
    Fame 1 (Adult Entertainment Industry)| Barfly|
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    Between the blink of an eye the world had changed. First, the night was empty, and yet there was still the promise of something else. A road in repair, the sign of a government, of a community. The motel office had spilled light, and the Winnebago had stood by, a refuge on wheels, a promise of better places in front and behind them. But now all that was gone...

    "Rory!" Tal shouted back, jogging towards the ex-priest, her left hand dragging her coat and shirt out of the way, her right drawing her pistol as she moved. Something was wrong. She needed to be armed.
    Tal, Soldier, Union, Presence 3 (Steady), Status 2 (Concealed Carry)

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  10. #56
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    Ursula Cole

    Gagging on the fetid scent of the mold think and still growing on the walls. Ursula backs away from the door. Her ass hits a rusted railing. "Guys!" she shouts, her baby blue's wide, as she shakes her head. This was supposed to be a rest stop. A bar crawl. A stretch your legs and taste the local cuisine moment! Not-not this! Whatever the fuck this is.

    Cursing her beautiful orange stilettos as she runs to where the others where gathering. "The fuck is going on?" she growls out.

    Seeing that Tal had her gun, Ursula pulled her own from her purse. "No. Like seriously. Did anyone know this was the kind of fucked up this place had when we pulled in?" Luring the Ashwood girls with promises of bar hopping and the local cuisine only to drag them into realm of icky so the Cell could be Big Damn Heros....Ursula was of two minds on that. One, she didn't like being tricked, but on the other hand she was so proud of Rory and Tal tricking her!

    Eye narrow as she takes in the decayed world around her. She licks her lips, blood thrumming, she couldn't wait to see what this hellhole had in store.

  11. #57
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    Rory Gordon
    Rory Gordon

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    "You're going to break an ankle."

    There was just a hint of exasperation to the words directed at the unstable old whore, evidence of fatigue and confusion bleeding through.

    "Where's the van? Did you see something?"
    Tal had her gun out. And there's Ursula. "Okay. We're all here."

    It was a strange thing to take comfort in, but it was the only thing that hadn't... changed.

    "Front's deserted. And... off. Dusty. Moldy. Anyone ever... see anything like this before?"


    He wasn't sure what to do. Stand in the parking lot? Go back to their room? Find high ground? Fill the bathtub and sinks with water?

    "Without that van, we're stuck, ay?"

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  13. #58
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    "It's a ghost town," Tal muttered, her eyes wide as she swept her gaze all around them. "It has to be. We didn't eat anything. Didn't drink anything. All we did was drive in and check in. And the curfew...Baruch Hashem, if we'd been inside when it hit, or asleep, I doubt we'd still be alive. The Winnebago, though...I don't understand where it went. Even with ghosts in the town, I don't get why they would take it, and even if they did, it wouldn't just disappear..."
    Tal, Soldier, Union, Presence 3 (Steady), Status 2 (Concealed Carry)

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  15. #59
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    "Maybe... Maybe its one of them places which is one thing by day and another thing by night. Or something?" The hope in her voice was fake and artificial. "So. Maybe if we just hunker down in one place and... you know... last?"

    She could not do it, though. Sit still and wait.

    "Uh. Anyone checked for tyre tracks? We left the Winnebago unattended, right? So what if some fuckers took off with it and left us out here. If its one of them town, you know, they probably did."

    She had no idea what one of them towns was, really. But she did have an active imagination and could conceive of a number of equally fiendish scenarios.

    Misty let out a long, quavering, calming breath and rolled her shoulders. She stared blankly ahead, out into space and the open road. She sniffed the stale, empty, night air.

    Then she giggled. Maliciously.
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  17. #60
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    Ursula Cole

    "Just dust. And mold. And gross." She scrunches up her nose, in a way that still made her look cute. and pouts.

    Looking at Rory like he was an idiot, "Like yeah. Upstairs. Literally, just now."

    Baby blues search the streets, as she coils her pastel locks up high and out of her face, securing it with an elastic band.

    "Worst, comes to worst we have two legs and a heartbeat." Even if it would absolutely ruin her heels, but what made a better excuses to go shopping then absolute proof that she needed another, although, just as stunning pair. And she needed a cute new leather jacket. And a whole new wardrobe! All her things were in the Winnebago.

    Her eyes shift from the street to Tal, "Like I don't think people were murdered or ghost-whatevered. Everything's all...think. And not in the fun way. Like layers. And blood doesn't turn into mold...right? Or not as quick as leaving and coming back, right?"

    Her chin jerks to Misty, "Makes more sense then ghost murders or whatever. There's just something wrong here. Gross and Wrong." a firm and resolute nod. It didn't even look like there were people or monsters here! "Might as well check were we parked the van. Not like...not like we have a whole lot of options."

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