Kunsel
[Morning]

[Even with his dulled sense of hearing, the crashing thunder of the incoming storm was more than loud enough to jolt Kunsel awake. Too dark at first to see anything past the few inches of light his tablet provides-

-he should have been able to see so much more. What happened to his SOLDIER eyes?-

-he's had to wait, feeling increasingly restless, until what counts for dawn arrives. When it does, unfortunately, it's with the grim sight from the window of the bedroom he'd spent the night in. Where before he'd been able to see a small stretch of ground beyond the house, now he can't see anything but wind-driven snow pouring down. It's obvious there won't be any travel until it lets up.

Kunsel grimaces, then deliberately turns away from the window. There's no use dwelling on it now. He'll just have to look at it as an opportunity to rest, hopefully dispel some of the strange fatigue he's been feeling, and start working on something he's been meaning to get to. He'll have plenty of time for it now.

Once he's eaten, he bundles himself back up in bed with the satin bathrobe wrapped around him like a blanket, trying to ignore the feeling of being trapped that's already starting to settle in. Then he pulls his tablet out.]


[Network: text; @standardissue]

It occurs to me that not everyone here has knowledge about survival in winter conditions. I wish I had access to the more comprehensive material I was given back during my training, but even what I remember might be useful to some of you.

If anyone has anything to add, please feel free to do so.

Some Tips for Winter Survival )
 
 
ꀘ꒒ꋬ꒤ꇙ ꂵ꒐ꀘꋬꏂ꒒ꇙꄲꋊ
[ he has no intention of dying here again, lost in the cold, every inch of him freezing in submission to this perpetual winter. klaus has not lived for over a thousand years to be bested by whatever has taken him from his home, from his daughter, and stranded him in this nightmare.

he will not relent nor fold, out of the necessity to slaughter his captives, out of necessity to keep himself whole; to keep the one other person he cares about here whole.

if that means he will go mad staying inside this night, caught in a storm the likes of which he hasn't seen in centuries, then so be it. the hallucinations are off-putting, but certainly manageable, and during the day he has the wherewithal to understand that. he experienced over fifty-two years of hallucinations and torture once, courtesy of the fledgling hunters he massacred, and so he will persevere through whatever this place has to deal until he can leave this room, intact.

so he can leave, find cami, and be done with this.

that is until he sees the walls morphing into the mangled wooden crib of his daughter's, constantly at the corner of his eye. the movement of her settled and trapped in it beckons him, but the walls are moving and swallowing her up whenever he turns his head. until he sees the blood dripping from the boards and wallpaper where it eats her up. visions of his treacherous family come next, telling him of their hatred, their disgust and disappointment and abandonment of him; family who should be dead and gone, and others that should have left him long ago. until he hears the screams of his baby girl, the plaintive, frightened cries echoing through the small, desolate home in which he is cooped up.

that beam of light, the increased paranoia, the starvation and dehydration and cold, making him human and helpless -- these are all inconveniences he can weather.

this, however.

he has punched, pried, and torn up a good portion of the walls and bookcase after the first several hours, trapped as he is during the night. he has thrown furniture and attempted to break the windows. if he meant to try to find the disembodied source, leave, or simply to quell and distract himself with the violence and agony, it's hard to tell. his hands are bloodied, knuckles sheared, staining the screen of his tablet as he broadcasts the video.

his face is smeared with red that is nearly black in the shadows. he is on his hands and knees. the ceiling, his tense, shaking shoulders and bowed head fill the screen. his eyes burn with tears and rage, directed off to the side. if he were in any right mind, klaus wouldn't broadcast this at all.

his voice is angry and promising, though strained and thick with tears, and his chest heaves.
]

I will find you, and I will kill you. [ he's lowered his head by the last, weighted down as if too heavy to keep up. the fear and uncertainty entering in his eyes is unmistakeable, for he has little power to protect himself or anyone. ] I swear I will kill all of you.
 
 
pull the lever, kronk!
16 August 2015 @ 12:28 pm
Characters: clarke ([personal profile] coleader) and bellamy ([personal profile] disarrayed)
Location: building 19
Date: night of 25 → day 26. i think.
Summary: uncomfortable reunions made even more uncomfortable by cabin fever.
Warnings: awkwardness? talk of violence? idk!!

it's been a loooong day without you my frieeenddd )
 
 
Hiro Hamada
16 August 2015 @ 12:35 pm
Day 26

Morning; text;


[Really, this whole situation is just what they didn't need, timing-wise. Tadashi is still traveling to get to the younger Hamada, said progress put on hold while this storm hits until things die down. Which doesn't look to be happening any time too soon exactly. Hiro still can't help worrying, but at the very least he knows Tadashi is safe. But he's still wanting to check in with the rest he's talked to all the same.]

hiro here. can't hurt to check in, i guess. hope you're all safe inside during this. seems a lot worse than it has been the last few days since i got here. not that they seem to be stopping us. seems the doors unlocked like usual. at least as far as i can tell, pretty sure i heard it. mine's still barricaded anyway, like tadashi told me. i guess for now all we can do is sit here and wait for it to calm down. this happened before? i know tadashi said he'd been here like a month or something. if it's always snowing anyway. just be careful. and. thanks. to you guys that helped me out and answered my questions when i first got here.

Evening; video;

[Instead of his usual texting, this time the feed starts up with a close up of his face initially, brown eyes wide as they scan the room, breathing hitched and erratic. Not because he's eaten anything with peanuts, but because he's hallucinating. No surprise the cabin fever sets in after days in the same building, more likely a wonder it didn't happen sooner as he waits for his older brother.

As he scans the room, he can feel the heat of flames, can hear them, see the light emitting from the fire starting to engulf the building as he backs up against one of the walls. It's late though. He's locked inside. Hiro thinks enough to bring the tablet around, using the video to show the room. Which to everyone else is decidedly not burning. As if people wouldn't think he's over reacting enough as it is, with how nervous he gets around the topic of fire regardless of how innocent it might be, the perks of warmth and light it can bring.]


Tell me there's a way to get out. There's got to be! Before it burns down...

[At least he's not outright screaming in panic and terror? Yet.]
 
 
Cullen Rutherford
16 August 2015 @ 05:28 pm
[These memories have always haunted him. What happened to his fellow templars. To himself. He's woken up from so many nightmares of them. But this? This feels different. More vivid. More real. The space is small and he can feel the smallness of it inside the visions. The violence. The lives slaughtered.

He's caged in a spell. How he can use his device he isn't sure but he does. He has to warn people about the abominations, about the mages who got possessed. He has to stay strong enough to get this out
]

They will try to break all of you like they have me but we must be stronger. For those who have been broken. For those who died. We must be the ones forced to endure. They are abominations, mages who have been taken over by demons. They must be killed on sight.

[That's it. He has no energy for anything beyond that. The abominations will spread, they'll break out of this building and they'll hurt others. It's his job now to try to protect, even in these conditions.

That's what he's sworn to, isn't it? To protect.
]
 
 
Tim Wright
16 August 2015 @ 10:00 pm
[ Under normal circumstances, the last thing Tim wants to do when he's having one of his episodes is talk to people. He's not the sort of person who asks for help unless it's necessary. Unfortunately for him, today it's very necessary indeed. Largely because he's been trapped inside a bathroom for the last hour or so due to his recently de-amnesia'd BFF becoming convinced that he's dangerous and needs to be shut away.

THANKS, JAY.

Even without the town and its oddities messing with his head, Tim wouldn't be able to deal with this. Being locked inside small rooms? Not okay. One of the least okay things in the universe. He can just about cope with monsters and snow and ever-increasing paranoia, but being shut away like this tugs on the few memories of his childhood that he still has. Part of him is still the little kid who got locked up in the hospital overnight for years on end, clawing at the walls and screaming to be let out.

Basically, he's having a pretty bad time of things right now. Bad enough to type out an SOS with shaking fingers. Golly.
]

help there's something wrong with Jay. he won't let me out
somebody tell him it's ok he won't listen to me
I keep yelling and he won't even answer idek if he's still there. the thing might have got him and there'll be nobody to LET ME OUT
I shouldnt;t be in here I didn't do anything it wasn't ME
or I didn't mean to,. I promise. please
PLEASE let me out I'm sory. I'm sorry. he's got my pills I need them
I NEED them and I need to get out
IT'S HERE