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[jc6036]

Charles glanced over at the monitors, and saw a strange red fog. He wheeled his chair over and checked out the monitor. It appeared that several people were heading into the fog. He said something into his radio and watched the monitor intently.

[Caz]

Red fog. It was all over the news and the giant tv screen they'd put up on Center Square. Theories ranged from chemical attack to anomolous weather, and it was all happening just ten minutes away. She had to get down there to have a look, even if the area was being cordoned off already.

[Powder Miner]

Alex was unlucky enough to be caught outside, eating lucnh when the fog came out, and it was too much for his bad health- he fell to his knees and started to hack and cough- oh god what was that screech.- HE tried to get up, but failed to, and had to kneel-walk away, finally getting up. He began walking out of the fog when a claw ripped across his back. He sweated as a new burst of energy overcame him- oh god no oh god he didn't want to die.- and now, he managed to sprint out. HE appeared bleeding, as he fell to his knees, a little bit away from the edge of the fog "Aaaargh, oh my god... what was that? *cough cough*.

[Phantom]

"...Mhrmm, interesting..." Damien muttered as he read the papers back in his apartment.

Then he noticed something peculiar, both outside, and on TV. Red fog? Even in Los Angeles, there's never been any fog like that! Being the curious man and headstrong man he is, he decides to check it out. Rather than walking, he takes his motorcycle, and switches out his casual clothing for his mechanic's jumpsuit.

"...This day is getting weirder and weirder..."

[Riccto]

Jamie gets a phone call from one of his favorite tipsters, He was a bit of a wierd guy sure but he got the work done, He shuts the phone quickly and rushes off to old town camera in hand

[Caz]

"Step back from the barrier. This is for your own safety. I'm asking you all to stay back until the situation is resolved."

Police vans and yellow tape made a makeshift barrier between the blocks covered in red fog and the crowd that had gathered. It hung thick in the air but didn't seem to be travelling any further, even though there was quite a lot of wind.

One woman was pestering the line of police and security guards that were protecting the barrier. "I'm supposed to be meeting my son, he works in the café on that street! What's going to happen to my son?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, we can't let you threw. As soon as we know more you'll be informed."

Another man shouted "What's going on? Is it terrorists?" at this the crowd became more anxious with whispers of "Terrorist?" going through them.

Van had made it to the block. There was no way to get through now, it was entirely cordoned off. Nothing to do now but to watch and see what would happen next. She flipped open her cell and began to dial.

[Powder Miner]

(OOC: If you're going to mention areas around the barrier, you should mention ALex)

[Caz]

(OOC: If you're going to mention areas around the barrier, you should mention ALex)

(OOC: ALex? what's that? also was assuming there's more than one 'entrance' to the zone incase people don't want it all to be blocked off for getting in/out etc... I dunno. really not used to dealing with RP that isn't GMed )

[King_of_the_weasels]

Spoiler: OOC (click to show/hide)

I'm not out of the game, I just don't have anything to work with, yet.

[Bdthemag]

((If you can explain how your character can manage to get inside the area, and not have it be complete bullshit. Then your character is inside the fog, thats the wonder of freeform RP.))

[King_of_the_weasels]

((If you can explain how your character can manage to get inside the area, and not have it be complete bullshit. Then your character is inside the fog, thats the wonder of freeform RP.))

((Well I can't do that, unless my guys suburban home is in the middle of a city))

((It's being covered by the news though so I may be able to see that, work on something later))

[Powder Miner]

Alex is my character.

[The Fool]

Henry started getting sick of waiting it out in some random clothing store, and just watching from the glass windows. He walked back into the plain white walled employee only area, there had to be a toolbox in the back somewhere. Checking the room marked janitorial he found exactly what he was looking for, pliers. He reached down his left sleeve and with a click he pulled out something compact, an experimental phosphorous grenade, one of his own design. The grenade was already in two halves by design, all he had to do was narrow the connecting tube. This would normally be easy, but between his nerves and his tired, shaky gloved hands this might be interesting. He gripped the pliers and placed them on the connecting tube, a cold sweat beaded down his forehead and down onto his glasses. If the grenade cracks from the pressure he'd be blind and deaf. The tube started to narrow from the pressure, he moved the pliers to avoid over stressing the tube. The tube was ready, so he slid it back down his sleeve. It clicked back in place.

He walked back to the front door and propped the door open with a door stop that he found near the counters. With a few gestures of his left glove his sleeve mechanically rolled back at the forearm revealing a small oddly shaped tube with a sound insulator strapped to his arm. He positioned himself away from the door and extended his arm outward. With a small pop the grenade flew outward clacking as it bounced off the ground. A loud fizzling could be heard and a faint glow illuminated the streets. Henry made a few more gestures and the sleeve popped back into place. A screech came from outside the store as something came barreling towards the light. It was horrifying...

((I'll leave it open for other people to see this before the light goes out.))

[Draignean]

Tor was coming up the stairs with his dry cleaning when he heard the first scream, a hollow thing so faint he thought he imagined it for a minute. The silence following the phantom noise lasted long enough for Tor to unlock the door to this week's apartment and lay his clothes down on the floral patterned bed. He snorted softly as he began to sort his suits out into their constituent parts, he wasn't much of a floral guy, but it beat the hell out of the hooker sheets at the last rent.

The screaming started with renewed vigor as he hung his black in the closet, this time however the sound was closer, longer, and entirely real. One faint scream every once in a while wasn't unusual in this part of the city, but this didn't sound... right. Frowning slightly Tor went the square window beside his bed, he normally kept the drapes pulled against prying eyes, but he pulled them back now.

Damn.

Double damn with prancing imps on top.

Fog so thick that he couldn't see the street some four stories below pressed against his window, filtering the wan sun of the day into miasma that looked startlingly like blood. Tor shut the drapes quickly, he didn't precisely know why, but forty-three years had taught him that intuition should never be second guessed.

Tor swore vigorously as he grabbed his fast travel bag and slung it over his shoulders with a practiced motion, either he wouldn't need it and he'd end up lugging it across town and getting in shape, or he would need it and it might well save his life. Tor liked those odds. Taking a second glance at the drape covered window Tor experienced the irrational regret of not having purchased a gas mask, it was -like his fast travel bag- one of those things that never occurred to a person to pack until they needed it. Sighing Tor grabbed one of the pillows off his bed and ripped the pillowcase off, tying it around his mouth in a makeshift air-cleaner. No damn sense in going outside without being fully prepared.

Instead of risking the elevator Tor headed down the stairs, jogging down them as well as his stiff leg could manage, cursing Chicago every time it threatened to give out. The stairwell was mercifully empty of other tenants but the ground floor was a mess of flesh and confusion, bodies pressed up against the glass front of the building to catch a glimpse of... absolutely nothing but reddish fog. Tor sighed and began making his way out the back of the apartment, the building's main entrance was packed with hooligans that Tor simply didn't have the patience to bull through today. As he reached the fire door he didn't even hesitate in throwing it open, setting off alarms throughout the rest of the building. Considering the weather they were having Tor hardly thought a little jangling was going to kill the rubbernecking tenants.

The street outside was much as it had appeared from his room, pinkish and overly foggy. The acidic tang of the air however bit at his tongue and eyes even through the pillowcase breathing mask salvaged from his room, definitely not good sign. The moans and screams were stronger here, real now as they never could be when heard from a foot of brick of steel and forty feet of elevation. Left down the street were sets of evenly spaced faint rhythmic flashes of red and blue light that Tor guessed was a police barricade, the red light however seemed unnaturally bright, brightening the cloud with every strobe without seeming to provide illumination. To the right the screams were stronger and the fog thicker, an unnatural wall that blanketed the streets and buildings with a sense of mania and fear. Tor turned right and began walking into the mist.

You never learned anything by walking away.

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Well that ran a little long.

[Powder Miner]

Dangit someone >.> You can't RP if you never interact with another character. So interact with miiien.