Water ran down the orange haired male his neck as he washed some sweat of his face and from his neck. It was one of those hot summer days, but of course he was playing basketball. On top of that, one of the fellow counselor had dared him to a game, which of course he wasn’t going to let him just get away with. Whether people disliked him or not, they should know he was good at basketball.
After a few moments at one of the water fountains, Sehun started making his way to the cafetaria, ball under one arm as he intended to go get a quick bit before heading back and taking a proper shower. What he didn’t expect though, was that he would see a familiar face at the Camp.
As the male entered the cafetaria he noted that therewas already someone there, a girl. And it didn’t took him long to recognize her from a shared class. He went over towards her, giving her a simple hey before putting his ball down. “Where’s the food here, do you know? Your name is Ren right?” Sehun asked as his eyes went over to her.
ONCE AN INNOCENT CHILD, Jason was a young camper at Crystal Lake -- where his mother, Pamela Voorhees, worked as a cook. He had an odd and obvious deformity to his head, which led him being prone to bullying by other campers. One day, the children threw him into the lake and poor Jason drowned while the counselors were negligent and too off in their own business to notice. In vengeful grief, his mother took her bloody revenge out on a whole new set of counselors decades later out of spite. However, one counselor survived and beheaded Pamela out of self defense. Jason, who’s body was never found, witnessed his mother’s death from within the shadows and collected her head, sweater, pants, and the very machete that killed her. He then made an ALTER with them in the crude shack he lived in, right on the outskirts of Camp Crystal Lake. He’s since taken his own revenge on the very counselor that killed her, their now rotted body placed below the alter as an offering.
HIS ABILITIES --
HUMANITY LONG LOST, Jason is unlike other killers in the world and there is nothing ‘human’ about the man any longer. If anything, his powers can be likened to that of an extremely powerful poltergeist in the body of a 6′5 tall man. His is able to teleport at certain time frames, has hyper sensitive senses, swims extremely fast, can ‘shift’ in order to chase his victims faster, and can step lightly in order to stalk his prey. Still, with all of these abilities at his disposal, his preferred method of killing is to take his time and build fear within his victim. He never runs and he never talks.
SURVIVING JASON --
INHUMANE HE MAY BE, Jason is not without his faults. Though powerful, his grip is not made of iron and one can escape it if their will is strong enough -- or, if they have a pocket knife handy. He is also easily stunned by hard hits from weapons such as pipes, bats, wrenches, or even large knifes like machetes. Other things that stun him are shotguns, firecrackers, and flare guns, which can be found scattered around the camp. Finding a shotgun is rare, however, as there is only one in the camp.
Turning on MUSIC will give him sensory overload, causing Jason to become confused and unable to pick up on counselors’ locations properly.
Door BARRICADES will slow him down, forcing him to chop away at doors. Be warned though, if he’s been chasing one long enough then Jason will become ENRAGED and be able to break down doors in one go with his body. His grip will be considerably stronger as well.
WAYS OF ESCAPE --
WAITING UNTIL DAWN, is a long stretch that many will not reach the end of. In the meantime, counselors can attempt to either repair the fuse box for the phone and call the police, repair the boat, repair the four door car, repair the two door car, or actually attempt to KILL Jason by taking off his mask, using his mother’s sweater, and a machete or axe. The fuse, two boat parts, two sets of cars keys, two sets of gasoline, and two sets batteries for the vehicles are somewhere around the camp and, with eight cabins and a huge lodge, will not be easy to find.
If one manages to call the police, the wait time is ten minutes, during which Jason will become on higher alert and more aggressive. However, escape is not guaranteed and police may underestimate the abilities of Jason; believing him dead when he is only stunned. This is considered a BAD ENDING -- which may be fun to plot out.
If one manages to restart either car or the boat, Jason will hear the motor running wherever he is and attempt to stop the vehicle.
KILLING THE KILLER --
THE ENDGAME IS TO KILL JASON. To do this, counselors will need to unmask him by knocking the hockey mask off with a weapon or managing to take it off by hand. Then, they must find a machete/axe and to go to Jason’s shack for his mother’s sweater. A woman is required for this, as she will wear the sweater and pretend to be Pamela Voorhees. This leaves Jason in a vulnerable and stunned state, allowing another counselor to attack him with the weapon. It will bring Jason to his knees and he can be killed. The surviving counselors will be free.
However, Jason will never TRULY stay dead.
And, so, the game begins.
Current players (6): @drendelion, @dulcetism, @constellius, @nakamatsuyama, @sakuxraipho, @wolfxhan
In trouble her inner voice echoed after him. Ren looked at him dazed as she pondered about her initial plan to come clean. They were in a small corner of the antique shop and somehow between the shock of the presence of another the small fragile doll that were in the grasps of her hand had dropped on to the ground.
The impact was not as big as she imagined, as her eyes looked back at the broken glass doll. She had the urge to push the broken pieces under the rack with her feet but she had a witness by her side. One that suggested that trouble is looming if she had come clean. Her conscience was running wild and she knew the right thing to do was to pick the broken material and purchase it as its condition.
The constant reminders of once broken considered it sold seemed to be plastered all over the shop as she looked about around her. Ren bit her lower lip, the tip of her shoes now edging towards the pieces. “What should I do?”
The artist had not meant to startle her. In fact, he was not completely sure how he had managed to do so in the first place with the amount of annoying squeaking his shoes were making that day. Yet, there they were, two accomplices to what a child would deem a major crime. The doll was on the ground before either of them could think to catch it.
Tarou felt sorry for her, and he could tell by the look on her face, she had taken his teasing a little too seriously. “Nothing left to do but to fess up and pay?” He replied as he squatted down to pick up some of the bigger pieces. It was the least he could do. “I’m sure it’s not that expensive. Nothing I’ve come across thus far in here has been too crazy outside of the heavier furniture. I’ll even go half. It was kind of my fault, too...”
"Aniki? Stop hanging up on me, seriously," he muttered under his breath with slightly slurred way of speaking as he squinted at his phone's screen. For some reason his older brother didn't exactly appreciate his late night calls. Another night at his regular karaoke bar had flown past and he was standing right outside the place, about to call himself a cab. That was when he saw a familiar woman leaving her work place. In his current condition he couldn't remember her name, or if she ever even told it to him.
“Good evening,” he greeted her in a lowered voice with a silly undertone and smiled. “I hope that you’ll find your way home safely,” he tipped an invisible hat at her, mirroring something he’d seen in an American movie earlier that same day.
Funny enough his words seemed to be a cue for a close encounter with a fatal accident.
Something told him to look up, right on time. His blurry mind seemed to sober up for that short moment as he acted swiftly. Without a warning he tackled Amaya, bringing her with him to the ground with a harsh landing as a large piano crashed few inches away from them. He stared at the destroyed instrument with wide eyes and with his breathing rabid. He looked up in disbelief and confusion. Where the heck did that come from? Either there was a frustrated pianist living on top of the building or someone took their piano with them on a vacation and forgot to lock their plane’s .. trunk .. yeah, even in his drunk mind the latter one especially made no sense.
“Are you okay?” He finally checked up on the woman he’d barely saved as he sat up on the asphalt. He could feel a bruise or two forming on the side he’d landed on as he tried to soften the landing for her and failed. Then he remembered. His phone. He had a moment of panic as he searched for it, patting his pockets. He looked around, he couldn’t see it on the ground either. He glanced at the broken piano and sighed in despair. “Well shit .. my phone sacrificed itself to save you it seems. Would you mind if I borrowed yours to call a cab?” He asked a bit cautiously while he could feel the ground beneath him spin slightly. The alcohol “cologne” he was wearing currently must have been pretty strong.
drendelion replied to your post: drendelion: what is a blank ?? @nakamatsuyama...
{*// GENIUS reasoning !! ahaha i always thought it was a multi-universe cause multimuse was blogs with many fcs o.o I learn new things every day xD
You are going to make me blush. Everyday I see people doing blanks and I'm so happy because I feel like I have new family members. I'm stupid sorry. ;;
