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Charlenes Odd Encounter Sr Sarah
Waking up in a decrepit, rusty cell with no knowledge of her abduction, Charlene's panic begins to mount as she finds herself trapped, her calls for help echoing unanswered. The cell, despite its state of disrepair, shows signs of recent use, adding to Charlene's distress. As she attempts to physically force the bars open, a menacing figure approaches—a grotesque being donned in priest attire but possessing the visage of a zombie. Ignoring Charlene's threats of turning into a lion, the creature simply laughs and unlocks the cell, eyeing her hungrily. In a desperate bid to escape the creature's grasp, Charlene makes a break for it, ducking past the monster and fleeing into the ominous forest that lies beyond her prison.
Despite her valiant efforts, the pursuit is relentless and fraught with danger. The lack of cellular reception squashes any hope of calling for help, and Charlene is forced to make a split-second decision to transform—her human form metamorphosing into that of a mountain lion. With newfound speed and agility, she manages to outmaneuver her pursuer in the dense forest, ultimately reaching the safety of a lonely road. Hastily reclaiming her belongings, Charlene's survival instincts perfectly align with her ability to adapt and overcome. The night’s ordeal leaves her with an ominous consideration of her town’s safety, but for the moment, she basks in the relief of survival—tonight, she has prevailed.
(Charlene's odd encounter(SRSarah):SRSarah)
[Tue Jan 2 2024]
In the recovery wing
This portion of the Union building seems to be newly renovated and benefit from increased revenue from operating as Haven's primary care facility. The walls and floors have been painted with some kind of white enamel.
It is about 45F(7C) degrees.
(Your target is abducted in their sleep, waking up alone in a locked room. They need to either escape or draw attention to them so their allies can come and provide assistance.
)
Be it through that small pinprick that announces oblivion, or through a natural nap, Charlene finds herself waking up in a prison cell. Rusty iron bars expose trees and mist - the landscape of the outer forest. Rusty? The cell seems to have gone unmaintained for many yers. The bed she lays on rotten old wood, the grates around a reddened iron door bent and broken in places. Roots of trees crawling through the bars, into her cell.
...Yet not a speck of dust. The place has seen use, recently.
Charlene wakens with a start and sits up, squinting blearily around the cell. It takes a littl time before she seems to realize what's happening, and then she rushes to the bars to pull at them. "What the hell? Hey! Hello?!" she calls out, grimacing with the build-up of panic. "Anybody? What's going on?! This is NOT cool, okay? I've got rights!"
'Rights'. A beautiful, quintessentially American concept that resonates oh-so-well with goodie-two-shoes officers and means oh so little in the wrong context.
...And this happens to be the wrong context. Perhaps if Charlene was stronger, the poorly treated bars would bend or break as she pulls. But the girl barely manages to even elicit a sound, the rusted bars remaining firmly in their place. For the longest time, nothing answers, then something can be heard. Footsteps from above, outside of the little window. Someone big, walking with a limb. Heading somewhere further along - going by the breeze in the cell, likely the entrance of whatever structure this is.
...limp
"Hey! Seriously, let me go! I've got powerful friends, okay?!" Charlene shouts, pulling ineffectually on the bars. Her face scrunches up in disquiet and she starts to pace around the cell, looking for any signs of what's going on. "It better not be the priests, I swear to God."
It is not long after Charlene's complaint on priests that her suspicions are - thankfully - proven wrong. Or right, for that matter. What walks in certainly does wear a priest's robe. A crucifix chained around his neck. They even have the belly of one of those stereotypical friars - overly round, that is. But the face... the face could not belong to someone from White Oak. The skin, a sickly grey, hangs in loose flaps, exposing the flesh beneath. The eyes, bloodshot and tired. Some may recognize the kind of creature this is, but in and of itself, it simply looks like a zombie.
It stares at Charlene, groaning before reaching for the cell door, touching at the lock.
Charlene lets out a startled shriek and scurries backwards away from the door, eyes widening in shock. "What the hell is going on?!" she hisses and tucks her hair behind her ears in a habitual manner. "Mister, you better back off. I can turn into a lion, okay? Don't make me show you."
A cackle, broken and hoarse, escapes the creatures mouth. "A lion." The being croaks after Charlene, tendons exposed to the air shaping into something crudely resembling a smile as it finally manages to unlock, and open, the door. "No, tiny student. What you are is..." A wheeze as it takes in the air. "...A meal." it starts to step into the cell in slow, shambling steps.
"Yeah, a friggin' lion, okay?" Charlene retorts and unzips her jacket with the rapid motions of mounting panic. She urgently wriggles free of it, and then she doubles over onto her hands and knees, gritting her teeth. "I'm warning you!"
The creature seems very impressed indeed, exposing rotting, yellowed teeth as it approaches Charlene. It does not answer her threats, instead, when it arrives, it pulls back its leg... and then tries to deliver a hard kick into her side, hard enough to send her smashing into the cell's wall on the opposite end, closer to the door. Ribs cracking.
Charlene lets out a pained shriek and stumbles backwards. The kick seems to have interrupted whatever she was trying to do. She struggles to her feet again, holding an arm against her side, and looks for a way to duck around and past the zombie priest instead.
Charlene does not need to look very hard to find the way - it is ahead, the priest conveniently further from the cell door than she is, now. It lets out a rough laugh to the ceiling, seeming to think the girl sufficiently cowed before approaching once more, seeming to be in no rush whatsoever. Confident.
Charlene is definitely in a rush, and she does her best to dive past the priest and out of the cell. Panting furiously, she looks over her shoulder as she flees aimlessly into whatever is beyond the bars. "Screw you!" she yells at the perished preacher. "I'm gonna get somebody to come back here and set you on fire, okay?"
"Many tried to escape..." the creature croaks at Charlene, "...But none did." it adds with a wet cackle, spitting blood with every word. As it leaves the cell after the woman, it pauses, instead positioning itself much as a runner would in a contest of speed. The hallway isn't very long - Charlene can most certainly see the light at the end of the tunnel. Yet beyond it lies the outer forest - a place frought with danger.
Screeching incessantly, Charlene runs down the hallway as fast as she can, glancing over her shoulder occasionally. As she rushes along, she taps her phone's screen haphazardly and brings it to her ear, having presumably called emergency services.
Calling the emergency service is a solid choice, or would be, was there any signal whatsoever. The outer forest offers none and so, no answer is given. As Charlene makes it through the hallway of this abandoned place, she finds herself into the light - or rather, the dark. The moon the sole source of illumination through the trees in the misty forest, wolves howling afar out of the frying pan...
Charlene looks around frantically, scanning her surroundings with an indecisive grimace. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," she whines, but she starts to head off in a random direction from the scary cell.
Plants and branches give way for Charlene's intrusion, but her two legs are hardly suitable for the forest's cruelty. Then, a sound can be heard, not far behind her. A loud crack, a tree falling. The hunt is on, it is coming.
"Seriously?!" Charlene hisses, craning her head to peer back in the direction of the sound. Eventually she has to accept that running like this is not the answer, so she ducks into some bushes and gets down on her hands and knees again. Wincing, she squeezes her eyes shut and lets out a hoarse, yowling sound of strain.
The zombie-looking wight approaches quickly, announced by the sound of trees groaning, animals running. Charlene can see a large hound (A wolf?) a running away not far from her. A clever decision, surely. Whatever she is trying to do, it better work quickly.
Charlene's voice is wrung from her in a throaty screech that starts out mostly human but tapers off into a scratchy growl towards the end. Her back arches dramatically, and though the transformation isn't instantaneous, it doesn't take long before she has turned into a... well, a mountain lion, which ought to count as a lion.
A bush rustles loudly nearby as the creature walks out from it. It gives pause, staring at the mountain lion. "...A mountain lion." it observes with an annoyed expression. "I'll just have to turn you back for dinner." it then remarks, though it seems mildly concerned as it runs for Charlene(puma). It's faster than she is, for sure. But the forest isn't his field. And who's it is? Well, anything with four legs for sure footing and a lower profile to avoid branches.
Charlene(puma) is indeed a good fit for a North American forest, and even if she didn't grow up as an actual mounain lion, she navigates the terrain a lot better in this form than she did on two feet. She lets out a threatening hiss and continues her flight, bounding through the underbrush.
The creature follows after Charlene(puma), crushing small trees in its direct path. Yet sometimes, it stumbles. And other times, a tree is simply too big for its monstrous strength, and instead it has to pause its sprint to walk around it. Before long, it is left searching through the forest, trying to find her without much luck. And after that, Charlene(puma) is left in the quiet, nearby a lonely forest road.
If it were summer, Charlene(puma) might have considered shiftting back to her human form to look for help, but roaming around naked in the middle of winter is probably unwise. She takes a moment to try and get her bearings, and then she starts circling back in a wide arc, possibly to find her clothes and phone.
Charlene(puma) finds herself lucky, finding her belongings after quite a search, the noise of wolves and the crashing of the creature far away however may be a stringent reminder not to linger any longer than necessary.
Charlene changes back into her human form and hurriedly picks up her things, looking around warily the whole time. "Jesus friggin' Christ," she murmurs to herself. "Okay, I think... that way is home. It better be."
The sound of the creature approaches, slowly, it is clearly not quite heading in her direction yet. Perhaps thankfully, light starts to shine through the trees, illuminating the path Charlene's taken through the mists.
Having hastily dressed herself, Charlene sets off at a brisk pace, striding along the path while she continuously tries her phone.
It is not long before Charlene reaches the road, misty as it is, and with it - sweet reception. She may call for aid with her phone -- or a taxi. Or perhaps she will simply follow the road back to Haven's township and the comforting security that brings - or does it? Nothing stopped her from being abducted to begin with, after all. Nothing came to stop that thing from potentially eating her. So how safe is the town really, compared to the misty forests?
Either way, Charlene has done the only thing she could do in this situation. The only thing that matters.
someone For tonight, she survived.
It is not long before Charlene reaches the road, misty as it is, and with it - sweet reception. She may call for aid with her phone -- or a taxi. Or perhaps she will simply follow the road back to Haven's township and the comforting security that brings - or does it? Nothing stopped her from being abducted to begin with, after all. Nothing came to stop that thing from potentially eating her. So how safe is the town really, compared to the misty forests?
Either way, Charlene has done the only thing she could do in this situation. The only thing that matters.
For tonight, she survived.
Despite her valiant efforts, the pursuit is relentless and fraught with danger. The lack of cellular reception squashes any hope of calling for help, and Charlene is forced to make a split-second decision to transform—her human form metamorphosing into that of a mountain lion. With newfound speed and agility, she manages to outmaneuver her pursuer in the dense forest, ultimately reaching the safety of a lonely road. Hastily reclaiming her belongings, Charlene's survival instincts perfectly align with her ability to adapt and overcome. The night’s ordeal leaves her with an ominous consideration of her town’s safety, but for the moment, she basks in the relief of survival—tonight, she has prevailed.
(Charlene's odd encounter(SRSarah):SRSarah)
[Tue Jan 2 2024]
In the recovery wing
This portion of the Union building seems to be newly renovated and benefit from increased revenue from operating as Haven's primary care facility. The walls and floors have been painted with some kind of white enamel.
It is about 45F(7C) degrees.
(Your target is abducted in their sleep, waking up alone in a locked room. They need to either escape or draw attention to them so their allies can come and provide assistance.
)
Be it through that small pinprick that announces oblivion, or through a natural nap, Charlene finds herself waking up in a prison cell. Rusty iron bars expose trees and mist - the landscape of the outer forest. Rusty? The cell seems to have gone unmaintained for many yers. The bed she lays on rotten old wood, the grates around a reddened iron door bent and broken in places. Roots of trees crawling through the bars, into her cell.
...Yet not a speck of dust. The place has seen use, recently.
Charlene wakens with a start and sits up, squinting blearily around the cell. It takes a littl time before she seems to realize what's happening, and then she rushes to the bars to pull at them. "What the hell? Hey! Hello?!" she calls out, grimacing with the build-up of panic. "Anybody? What's going on?! This is NOT cool, okay? I've got rights!"
'Rights'. A beautiful, quintessentially American concept that resonates oh-so-well with goodie-two-shoes officers and means oh so little in the wrong context.
...And this happens to be the wrong context. Perhaps if Charlene was stronger, the poorly treated bars would bend or break as she pulls. But the girl barely manages to even elicit a sound, the rusted bars remaining firmly in their place. For the longest time, nothing answers, then something can be heard. Footsteps from above, outside of the little window. Someone big, walking with a limb. Heading somewhere further along - going by the breeze in the cell, likely the entrance of whatever structure this is.
...limp
"Hey! Seriously, let me go! I've got powerful friends, okay?!" Charlene shouts, pulling ineffectually on the bars. Her face scrunches up in disquiet and she starts to pace around the cell, looking for any signs of what's going on. "It better not be the priests, I swear to God."
It is not long after Charlene's complaint on priests that her suspicions are - thankfully - proven wrong. Or right, for that matter. What walks in certainly does wear a priest's robe. A crucifix chained around his neck. They even have the belly of one of those stereotypical friars - overly round, that is. But the face... the face could not belong to someone from White Oak. The skin, a sickly grey, hangs in loose flaps, exposing the flesh beneath. The eyes, bloodshot and tired. Some may recognize the kind of creature this is, but in and of itself, it simply looks like a zombie.
It stares at Charlene, groaning before reaching for the cell door, touching at the lock.
Charlene lets out a startled shriek and scurries backwards away from the door, eyes widening in shock. "What the hell is going on?!" she hisses and tucks her hair behind her ears in a habitual manner. "Mister, you better back off. I can turn into a lion, okay? Don't make me show you."
A cackle, broken and hoarse, escapes the creatures mouth. "A lion." The being croaks after Charlene, tendons exposed to the air shaping into something crudely resembling a smile as it finally manages to unlock, and open, the door. "No, tiny student. What you are is..." A wheeze as it takes in the air. "...A meal." it starts to step into the cell in slow, shambling steps.
"Yeah, a friggin' lion, okay?" Charlene retorts and unzips her jacket with the rapid motions of mounting panic. She urgently wriggles free of it, and then she doubles over onto her hands and knees, gritting her teeth. "I'm warning you!"
The creature seems very impressed indeed, exposing rotting, yellowed teeth as it approaches Charlene. It does not answer her threats, instead, when it arrives, it pulls back its leg... and then tries to deliver a hard kick into her side, hard enough to send her smashing into the cell's wall on the opposite end, closer to the door. Ribs cracking.
Charlene lets out a pained shriek and stumbles backwards. The kick seems to have interrupted whatever she was trying to do. She struggles to her feet again, holding an arm against her side, and looks for a way to duck around and past the zombie priest instead.
Charlene does not need to look very hard to find the way - it is ahead, the priest conveniently further from the cell door than she is, now. It lets out a rough laugh to the ceiling, seeming to think the girl sufficiently cowed before approaching once more, seeming to be in no rush whatsoever. Confident.
Charlene is definitely in a rush, and she does her best to dive past the priest and out of the cell. Panting furiously, she looks over her shoulder as she flees aimlessly into whatever is beyond the bars. "Screw you!" she yells at the perished preacher. "I'm gonna get somebody to come back here and set you on fire, okay?"
"Many tried to escape..." the creature croaks at Charlene, "...But none did." it adds with a wet cackle, spitting blood with every word. As it leaves the cell after the woman, it pauses, instead positioning itself much as a runner would in a contest of speed. The hallway isn't very long - Charlene can most certainly see the light at the end of the tunnel. Yet beyond it lies the outer forest - a place frought with danger.
Screeching incessantly, Charlene runs down the hallway as fast as she can, glancing over her shoulder occasionally. As she rushes along, she taps her phone's screen haphazardly and brings it to her ear, having presumably called emergency services.
Calling the emergency service is a solid choice, or would be, was there any signal whatsoever. The outer forest offers none and so, no answer is given. As Charlene makes it through the hallway of this abandoned place, she finds herself into the light - or rather, the dark. The moon the sole source of illumination through the trees in the misty forest, wolves howling afar out of the frying pan...
Charlene looks around frantically, scanning her surroundings with an indecisive grimace. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," she whines, but she starts to head off in a random direction from the scary cell.
Plants and branches give way for Charlene's intrusion, but her two legs are hardly suitable for the forest's cruelty. Then, a sound can be heard, not far behind her. A loud crack, a tree falling. The hunt is on, it is coming.
"Seriously?!" Charlene hisses, craning her head to peer back in the direction of the sound. Eventually she has to accept that running like this is not the answer, so she ducks into some bushes and gets down on her hands and knees again. Wincing, she squeezes her eyes shut and lets out a hoarse, yowling sound of strain.
The zombie-looking wight approaches quickly, announced by the sound of trees groaning, animals running. Charlene can see a large hound (A wolf?) a running away not far from her. A clever decision, surely. Whatever she is trying to do, it better work quickly.
Charlene's voice is wrung from her in a throaty screech that starts out mostly human but tapers off into a scratchy growl towards the end. Her back arches dramatically, and though the transformation isn't instantaneous, it doesn't take long before she has turned into a... well, a mountain lion, which ought to count as a lion.
A bush rustles loudly nearby as the creature walks out from it. It gives pause, staring at the mountain lion. "...A mountain lion." it observes with an annoyed expression. "I'll just have to turn you back for dinner." it then remarks, though it seems mildly concerned as it runs for Charlene(puma). It's faster than she is, for sure. But the forest isn't his field. And who's it is? Well, anything with four legs for sure footing and a lower profile to avoid branches.
Charlene(puma) is indeed a good fit for a North American forest, and even if she didn't grow up as an actual mounain lion, she navigates the terrain a lot better in this form than she did on two feet. She lets out a threatening hiss and continues her flight, bounding through the underbrush.
The creature follows after Charlene(puma), crushing small trees in its direct path. Yet sometimes, it stumbles. And other times, a tree is simply too big for its monstrous strength, and instead it has to pause its sprint to walk around it. Before long, it is left searching through the forest, trying to find her without much luck. And after that, Charlene(puma) is left in the quiet, nearby a lonely forest road.
If it were summer, Charlene(puma) might have considered shiftting back to her human form to look for help, but roaming around naked in the middle of winter is probably unwise. She takes a moment to try and get her bearings, and then she starts circling back in a wide arc, possibly to find her clothes and phone.
Charlene(puma) finds herself lucky, finding her belongings after quite a search, the noise of wolves and the crashing of the creature far away however may be a stringent reminder not to linger any longer than necessary.
Charlene changes back into her human form and hurriedly picks up her things, looking around warily the whole time. "Jesus friggin' Christ," she murmurs to herself. "Okay, I think... that way is home. It better be."
The sound of the creature approaches, slowly, it is clearly not quite heading in her direction yet. Perhaps thankfully, light starts to shine through the trees, illuminating the path Charlene's taken through the mists.
Having hastily dressed herself, Charlene sets off at a brisk pace, striding along the path while she continuously tries her phone.
It is not long before Charlene reaches the road, misty as it is, and with it - sweet reception. She may call for aid with her phone -- or a taxi. Or perhaps she will simply follow the road back to Haven's township and the comforting security that brings - or does it? Nothing stopped her from being abducted to begin with, after all. Nothing came to stop that thing from potentially eating her. So how safe is the town really, compared to the misty forests?
Either way, Charlene has done the only thing she could do in this situation. The only thing that matters.
someone For tonight, she survived.
It is not long before Charlene reaches the road, misty as it is, and with it - sweet reception. She may call for aid with her phone -- or a taxi. Or perhaps she will simply follow the road back to Haven's township and the comforting security that brings - or does it? Nothing stopped her from being abducted to begin with, after all. Nothing came to stop that thing from potentially eating her. So how safe is the town really, compared to the misty forests?
Either way, Charlene has done the only thing she could do in this situation. The only thing that matters.
For tonight, she survived.