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Post by hannah on Mar 10, 2010 2:14:08 GMT
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Post by sashaking on Mar 11, 2010 10:00:19 GMT
  Ambitious renovation was currently underway in the great hall. Sasha was alone in the vast dining room after wandering from the hospital wing to the ground floor in a quest of destruction. She was locked in a blind rage, vaulting over tables and flipping them over. The sound of splintering wood and ferocious yelling echoed around the room as benches were smashed and thrown ontop of each other, and the prestigious headmaster's table was kicked off of its lifted platform. The girl's face was contorted in a vicious snarl, and her vocals were nearly animalistic as she screamed out in uncontained fury. The virus had overtaken her brain and in turn, her body. Dark circles shadowed her bloodshot eyes - eyes that held no trace of recognition or personality - and her skin was clammy with perspiration. Trails of blood wound their way down her arms, loose pieces of skin hanging from the ends of deep grooves that had been carved down the length of both arms with her own fingernails. If she had been intimidating before infection, she was now a downright frightening, dangerous, absolute mess.
The virus essentially had similar end results for everyone it infected, with variations that depended on a number of different factors. For Sasha, the signs of her infection had been delayed for weeks; but when it finally hit her, it was fast and relentless. Within hours of her first obvious symptoms, she was in the hospital wing with seizures and short-term memory loss. Her self-awareness had slipped away completely by the next morning, and from then on her violent outbursts required her to be physically restrained around the clock. Even then, her brain still retained memory and information - as jumbled and incoherent as it was. She had yelled at the nurse - repeating the exact words she had said over a year ago when she was brought in for a severe quidditch injury. She hadn't been in contact with any of the uninfected since leaving the hospital wing. The fate of the school nurse was still unknown, although judging by recent events, nothing seemed very promising.
The destruction continued. Some time later, the Great Hall was almost unrecognizable. There were no discernable 'house tables', and no pathways between them. Legs were broken off of benches by smashing them into the walls, and then broken off of tables by smashing them with the benches. Sasha finally paused, stumbling over the rubble and falling to her hands and knees. Although her body no longer reacted to pain and fatigue, it was still limited by muscle endurance. Her arms quivered and a shudder passed through her body as it tried to regain strength. She coughed once and then began dry heaving - there was nothing in her stomach to throw up.
A deep groan rumbled from her throat as Sasha pushed herself to her feet. She stood in the center of the wreckage, her teeth grinding and chest heaving as her body worked to gain its second wind - fists clenched and eyes devoid of any human presence. notes; figured the uncorrupted should have a chance to group together and converse before too many zombies infected are unleashed upon them... but she's still nearby.
tagged; open
outfit; here. as if this matters right now lol.
music; my life for hire - a day to remember
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Post by shona2 on Mar 13, 2010 16:15:36 GMT
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LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACES
little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sweat covered his body. His skin had a sheen to it that could only be associated to the sickness. He was pale, his skin waxy. He’d lost weight. A lot of weight. His skin was pulled tight over his bones. His eyes were dead, they no longer held the spirit they once had. They were now replaced with dark circles under his eyes. Chest rising slowly with each painful breath, Brennan lay on a bed in the hospital wing. His eyes were closed yet he wasn’t fully asleep. Sleep was something that was not coming easily to him. He often found himself wandering a hall at night unaware of how he got there. It was a dangerous time. He was in quarantine, for he had gotten the short end of the stick when it came to this virus.
He lay on his back, his hands clutching his sheets as he took shallow, quick breaths. He could feel his heart rate accelerating and he was trying to lower it. Yet nothing seemed to be working. Suddenly a spasm overcame him and he felt his body twitch and pain overcome him. He was no longer in control of his body, a scream left his lips. It was filled with pain. He felt like someone had lit a fire to every cell of his body. He’d never felt anything this excruciating in his life.
Sitting up suddenly, Brenna looked around him. His mind felt clear. He needed to move. He had to get out of the hospital. He wasn’t sure why but he knew where he had to go. It was as though a voice was whispering instructions in his ears. Standing up slowly, Brennan took a tentative step. He had some sense of balance. His pace increased steadily and he was out of the quarantine room and across the hospital wing before he looked back. He’d make it out clear. Looking down he realized he was in his pajamas, Looking around he quickly made his way to a cupboard, opening it he found a stash of robes, a unknown force seemed to guide him towards a set of Ravenclaw robes that fit him perfectly. Slipping them on, he snuck his was out the hospital wing.
Journeying through the abandoned hallways , Brenan made his way to the dungeons. He wasn’t himself. There was a glazed look in his eyes, and if anyone were to have stopped him he wouldn’t have been his self, he was ready to curse anyone who came in his way and tried to stop him. He had somewhere to be and no one was going to stop him from getting there. No one.
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LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; what you're listening to by the group/musician who sings it
word count; 428 w/out code
outfit; ----
credit; to brooke from caution
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Post by analeigh taryn avery on Mar 13, 2010 22:01:59 GMT
The petite blonde paced around the Slytherin Common Room as she bit her nails, sighing she dropped her hands before dragging them through her soft hair. It had only been a few minutes ago that Analeigh had been talking to Kieron, and he was on his way to come and meet her. She did not really think she would go out and help him at first. Analeigh was the type of girl to go out in the crazy action just to help someone, and not for her own personal gain; but maybe it was only because it was Kieron, if it had been someone else then perhaps she would not have helped. The young Slytherin looked across the room at one of the other Slytherin’s as she sat there with her head buried in a book. She was too busy to even notice Analeigh walking around the room.
Hearing a voice from outside the room the blonde looked around before leaving the Common Room. Her hazel eyes set on the figure outside corridors. A light sigh of relief took over Analeigh as she stepped towards the Gryffindor. She was really relieved to see Kieron, for some reason she felt safer around him, which was quite weird for her, because she did not think that was possible. When looking at him, the first thing that came into the girls head was his brother. Analeigh wondered whether he was actually alive, she hoped that he was, it would have been really bad for Kieron – finding his brother either dead or whatever was going on around the school.
Analeigh was really scared and wanted to know what was going on around the school. Maybe that would happen tonight, everything would be revealed. ”Kieron…” the blonde said his name quietly as she stepped through the darkness towards him. Brushing her hair back the Slytherin looked up at the guy that stood in front of her now. ”So where to first then?” she asked while taking her gaze away from him and then looked down at her feet. The blonde did not know what the hell they were going to do first, or how they were even going to sort this all out. This was probably the weak side of Analeigh. Whenever something came up – something major – then Analeigh would go into her insecure mode, and that was how she was now.
tag: everyoneee
status: done
word count:
outfit: clickkk
muse: shes the man - awesome movie!!! <33
lyrics: 30 seconds to mars
banner: me
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Post by naddral on Mar 14, 2010 8:15:28 GMT
 when my time comes, forget the wrongs that i've done
HELP ME LEAVE BEHIND SOME REASONS TO BE MISSED.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/i][/color] he thought the title inside of himself. He could picture himself what the book contained. Probably a sea? That was beautiful? Who knows... who knows. Denzel threw the book back at the table, nearly landing on the exact spot it was on. He turned his attention to wards one of the girls, not really remembering her name. He had seen her a thousand times before, but he had quite the bad memory. Alcohol and too many one night stands had ruined it, but not completely. She was blonde, his favorite type of girls. Though she wasn't stunning hot or blastaway sexy. [/ul][/size] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
DON'T RESENT ME WHEN YOU'RE FEELING ANGRY
keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
[/b][/color] everyonemusic. nomy - cocainewords. three two threenotes. what's up?[/ul][/size] |
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Post by hannah on Mar 26, 2010 21:29:07 GMT
ALL RIGHT PEOPLE YOU ARE FREE TO MAKE YOUR OWN INDIVIDUAL THREADS FOR THIS AS LONG AS IT IS UNDER THE VIRUS BOARD. GO TO IT NAOW!
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