*She knows she isn't dead, because she doesn't believe in heaven or hell, she believes there is nothing after death. How she managed to survive the drop from the roof she doesn't know but she did.

Once she is aware of her surroundings she sits up and carefully stands among the tools, taking stock of exactly what she has and can use.

The paper is removed and held close to a sliver of light coming through in order to see what is on it. She of course holds her breath while opening it in case of foreign substance... she once robbed a coke heads house and when she opened a shoe box too quickly got a nose full of the shit... not a good time had by all.

She would then begin to feel around, testing her confines and looking for weakness in it. Of course if she can reach the ceiling it would be her best bet.*

2008-10-11 10:51:52 Andrea Lynn rolls 6 dice to Search for weakness 2,6,3,1,8, 2 (1 success)

John makes his way out of the tent. He glances around his current enviorment.
"Hell is like earth," he comments to his 'friend' to the left. He shrugs lightly. "Go fucking figure."
He looks toward the woman clinging to a balconey. He smirks, she's not his problem. Exploring this brand new hell is. He looks to the tents, there night be something in there he could salvage. The moon was just bright enough to let him see, but his night vision sucks...so he does trip over a root. He stumbles forward a bit. He cusses lightly.
"I know, I know, I'm opening them. Hold your horses," he says to some invisble entity. He kneels down to the tents, pulling the zipper up and opening the flap.

Andy rolls 6 dice to To hear screaming (Diff 9) 3,2,7,3,5, 7 (failure)

*He sits up, not hearing a thing over his own breathing. With a wince he stands and grabs hold of the boulder he's attached to and lifts it, holding it to his chest he wanders around until he finds another boulder. He lifts the rock over his head and brings it down to smash it against the boulder, but it slips from his hands at the last second and comes down right onto his foot. He screams good and loud as his foot is smashed, a couple toes brake, damn this it going to suck, he screams again and sits gripping his injured foot*

Andy rolls 2 dice to To break Boulder 1,1 (BOTCH x 2)

Andy rolls 2 dice to To soak 6,2 (1 success)

(2008-10-12 19:22:48 James rolls 6 dice to climb (Diff 7) 6,9,1,5,4, 4 (failure)

*James begins crawling out of the slimey cave. With the help of his watch he is able to make out out of the rocky mouth only to spot the jagged rocks below him, snarling like razor-teeth found in some monster's chops.* Fuck me...*he curses under his breath then looks up, realizing that's the only way he'll make it out of here.* Fuck me side-ways...*he is no climber, that's for sure, and all those smokes and booze he's let enter his system help him less with the task. He's no more than a few feet up when he slips and falls right back down to where he was.*

2008-10-14 12:24:17 William Jones rolls 2 dice to Perception + Alertiness (Diff 7) 3,1 (BOTCH x 1)

"Jesus Christ," he mutters as he feels the soft form at his feet.  He leans down, feeling over the body and checking for vitals in the darkness:  pulse, heartbeat, breathing, all the usual.  He feels about as best he can for any obvious wounds without moving the body.  And he's still wondering where the fuck is he?  The place feels wet somehow, earthy.  Certainly not the arid desert of Iraq.  Then again, he could be in some towel-head bunker anywhere.  But even that doesn't feel right.  Why leave him in some little tunnel?  Why wasn't he trussed up, awaiting some televized execution?

2008-10-14 12:28:33 William Jones rolls 4 dice to Perception + Medicine 1,9,5,8 (1 success)

Freedom.  He cheated death, some how, and gained his freedom.  Air never tasted so good, far better then the warm stench filled air he was used to.  It was almost alien to him.  How did he get to where he was didn't matter to him as much as the idea that he was outside and alive.  And it was time for pay back.  Slow contemplations of death fill his mind as he walks over to the obvious, yet strange crate.  Those who put him in will wish they have never been alive.  

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Hannah hears Donals voice coming from a steel door on the side of the lighthouse. When she pushes it open it creaks, revealing a winding spiral stairs that goes down for what seems like an eternity. On the floor, right in her field of vision is a message scrawled into the filth.

SHE HAS WHAT YOU NEED

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Donald will hear the door far above him creak open. The wind echoes through the shell of the lighthouse. He will see the spiral stairs that climb to the top of the lighthouse, as well as a door off on one wall. The door is closed and a single, blood red handprint marks it at face height. Next to the door lays a fireaxe, its head broken off but handle intact. THe chipped head looks like it was used on stone, leaving the head dull and useless and broken free of the handle.

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The note in Andreas pocket carried no powder. It is scrawled with what looks like crayon and has a picture of a lighthouse. There is a big red X drawn on a spot in what has to be the basement.

As Andrea explores her surroundings she realizes she is in a squat shed. Hanging around her are old, useless gardening implements and maintenance parts.

The door to the shed is slightly ajar, with nothing but a swath of the island visible if she peeks.

Andrea may roll perception+ alertness diff 7 to fid a useable weapon.

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As John tears open the other tent he is greeted by a grim, rotted face. The man before him has obviously been dead for weeks, the stench in the tent nearly unbearable as he has been baked by the sun and frozen in the night air over and over.

On the fat, dead mans chest is carved the word: DEMONS

Next to the mans body is a baseball bat with a head full of nails. Along its handle are the words: GET THEM FIRST.

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As Andy bites away the pain in his foot (One lethal damage, no movement or dice penalties yet) he will realize the rock he is attached to is a solid piece of granite. The other rocks on this island are shale like and brittle, he is very unlikely to break it on them and may be wasting his strength.

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Slipping down the rock face is disheartening for James. But he has no choice... Behind him in the cave he will hear the sound of chains being pulled taught again, this time with the sound of debris falling away from the wall. Whatever is being held, wont be held for long...

Make the same roll to climb to safety, just up the diff by one please.

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As William checks for vitals in the darkness he will find his hands slick with blood. The body is cold and has been dead for a while, its blood is coagulated and thick. Feeling around William will find what feels like a utility belt; like hte type security guards wear. The belt has both the long, metallic tube of a flashlight and the hard handle of a pistol in place...

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As Jose advances on the strange crate he will see photos attached to it. Each person on the island has a headshot here though Jose will only recognize one. Donald Miller, the drug runner who snitched on Jose when they did time in california... back before Jose became a killer...

Under each picture is the word: WITNESS. The crate itself is marked as fragile and flammible...

2008-10-28 15:04:55 Andrea Lynn rolls 6 dice to Find suitable tool (Diff 7) 10,1,7,6,10, 7 (3 successes)

*She studies the drawing on the paper, head tilting slightly as she notes the crayon.* Funny. *Does not sound amused though. Her next step is to look through the slit in the door and test it with her shoulder before looking around for a suitable tool. Once finding one she uses it to try and pry open the door to escap from the shack.*

Collecting the pictures one by one, studying them before pocketing them, Jose plots his revenge.  Escape is paramount to him though, and he searches the crate for supplies ((if it is an openable crate)).

John looks at the dead body and only reci=oils from the stench. He touches the body to make sure that it is real. He looks over his shoulder and glares at some invisble entity. He rolls his eyes, sntaching the bat up. He spins it in his hand and smiles.
"Com'on man, dead fred here said there are demons a foot," he's obviously laughng with someone who isn't there. His laughter is a raucus one, loud and full bodied. But, it suddenly ends and his face is a mask of seriousness.
"Dead Fred could have left me a flashlight. Thanks for nothing fuckface."
He looks to the bat and then to the surrounding area. He heads toward where he saw that woman. He growls and rolls his eyes as he walks.
"So whgat if she had a nice ass, look..." he points at his 'friend'. "If you want to get your dick wet, you better get to that bitch first."
His face contorts into a deranged, almost sadistic smile.
"Cause, I'm the mighty demon killer. I was sent here to keep those damned souls in line."
He speaks as if he knows this is the truth.

'she has what you need'
That message, at least for Hannah is loud and clear.  Not much else is, except there's an open door, stairs and someone down below.  Except that 'someone' sure don't sound like a she.  A feral snarl contorting her face, creeps through the door, testing each step with her hands before moving.  

She's going to try the slow and stealthy, or, at the very least, slow, cautious and safe.  Crawling to the steps and down them, one slow step at a time.  

Promising her guts a 'nice treat' if they behave, which they probably won't, but for now, the main thing is, get off this thing, down on the ground, and find what she needs.  Even if she has to go through hell and half the population to get to it.

Donald hears the noise coming down the stairs... and upon seeing the axe, broken or not, he grabs it... The head will make a nice heavy projectile and can be sharpened again if he has the time to do so.. and the handle is as close to a bat as he's going to get, so he'll hold onto it. Whatever is going on here, he knows he'll need all the protection he can get..

And then he calls out.

"Who's up there? Do you know why you're here? I'm just a fucking victim! I need answers!"

And he's pacing in his spot.. not going out the door or up the stairs.

Jackpot he thinks as he reaches for the flashlight and flicks it on.  He immediately scans the area, first focusing on the body to figure out who or what he is and then shining the light down each end of the tunnel.  He reaches for the gun and slips it from the holster, checking the clip.  Finally he ascertains that the man is well and truly dead and begins looking for any sort of ID.  Shuffling through the dead man's things doesn't really bother him much, he's seen plenty of corpses, he's held a few of them and has even felt the life seeping out of them.

*James is scowling under his breath, his ass hurts from falling on the hard floor.* Mo' fucking shit *he grunts then quickly spins around at the sound of chains, rattling and gravel falling. He's heard that sound in movies, right before the monster breaks free and comes after the virginal victem and devours her. But he's no virginal maiden, movies are false and monsters don't exist...do they?

Well he's not going to sit around waiting to find out. He tries to climb again but will just as much success.*

( Result
2008-11-18 16:16:31 James rolls 6 dice to climb again Str/Ath (Diff 8) 6,5,3,4,4, 4 (failure)

*James slips back down and falls right back on his butt, and begins to spew forth a string of vulgarities.*

Andrea apparently doesnt know her own strength. As she pries the door with her rusty tool it suddenly snaps, the door flying open with such force it sounds like a thunderclap against the side of the shed. The tool shatters in her hands, a four inch shard of rusted metal embedding itself in her chest.

[Andrea takes one level of lethal damage, she is Bruised and suffers no movement penalties.]

The door open she can see the rest of the island, bathed in the light of the full moon. To her left is a small forest of short, dark trees. Directly ahead of her are open and exposed rocks leading to a cliff about a hundred yards away. To her right is the lighthouse, with a door on its top flapping open in the wind.

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Fiddling with the crate Jose will find that it can be opened. Inside he will find two bottles with red and white labels and Russian lettering. Both bottles are corked and laying on two rags that smell of oil. On the rags, under the bottles Jose will also find a book of wood matches...

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Leaving the tent with his new weapon in hand John will see his target dissapear into the lighthouse. hes going to have to find her again, but lucky for him he is walking right towards the lighthouse and there is a door at ground level on the side that is facing him....

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Creeping down the stairs Hannah can easily hear Donalds voice and see that he is carrying an axe handle. The wind whips through the top of the lighthouse and as Hannah makes her journey down she will pass small windows. They arent big enough to climb out, and all the windows are nailed shut anyway...

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Donald will see Hannah slowly creeping down the stairs at him. His back aches from his fall to the ground but the worn axe handle should give him some comfort. Its weight feels just right for use as a makeshift club...

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The flashlight beam comes on bright, the batteries are relatively fresh and will last for hours. Its a cheaply made plastic light with almost no weight to it. William will realize he is not in a tunnel, but in what looks like a basement. There are shelves on the walls, a concrete staircase that leads up to a metal bulkhead and behind him; what looks like a bank vault built into the wall.

The man he is robbing has been dead for a while. His face is purple and bloated and there are maggots crawling in his empty eyesockets. There are scattered brass bullet shells around his body all in the same caliber as the 9mm Glock William took from him. When he checks the clip, he will find that it contains just a single round. Pulling back the weapons slide he will see a brass shell that is bent and jammed in the chamber that will need to be cleared if he plans to shoot his single bullet.

[Wits and firearms, diff 7 to clear the jam.]

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James falls yet again, this time tearing away a few of the handholds on the crumbly shale cliff. As he collects himself and gets back up he will hear the terrifying sound of a chain breaking. Feet pound on rocks in the dark and he will hear a growled panting under the sound of the dragging chain.

Whatever is coming for him is coming fast, he will only have one last chance to get out of here before he is attacked in the dark.

[You can roll Str/Ath again, this time your up to diff 9, i would suggest spending willpower.]

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As Andy stands dumbfounded looking at his throbbing foot he will hear the thunderclap like slam from the Shed. He may not be able to see it, but the sound cuts to him easily.

Hannah will stop, then sit on the steps, still watching Donald.  
'think we're both fucking victims, jack'
Another glance at the small windows, then behind her at the scaffolding she woke up on.  Her stomach still hurts, a clawing pain that makes talking, for that matter, thinking an arduous process.

'listen, is there a damn way out down there?'

*An expletive bursts forth from her lips as she lands on her ass and breathes through the pain.* Fuck! *She touches the metal sticking out of her chest and winces then rips some fabric off her outfit in order to wrap it so it stays in place and doesn't wiggle. Once she's wasted enough time on that she'd head out, noting her options. Of course she'd rather say fuck it and walk away from it but doubts it is that easy. Someone has gone to an awful lot of trouble and she wants to know why. Right it is, and off she treks slowly and carefully so she doesn't trip and stab the metal into herself more.*