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_{( sulu's voice sounds a little belabored, like he's been exercising. his words are curt and to the point. )}

Apparently going for the head isn't going to cut it. In case you were wondering.

_{( there's a sound of something slicing, the ring of metal, and then the feed cuts out. )}

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_{( most people would run away from the creepy skeleton creatures, but sulu is determined to find a way through them. he can be found in various city locals, taking them on with a super cool^TM sword. you should come say hi. or help. or get into a damsel-y scenario. whatever works, really. )}

[ As always with these things he doesn't know his device is recording. It hangs loosely in his hand as though he's been texting someone only moments before, giving the impression of the bottom of his jaw and a lot of plaid. Stiles is very cleary out on the streets, standing in front of a shop window because he doesn't have anything better to do. His attention is on one skeletal figure in particular. ]

Wow, you're ugly. [ He pulls a face, scratches his neck with his phone so as the feed is filled with gaping eyes and ... terror. ] I mean, seriously, that is some nasty decorating skills. Kudos to your Chinese workshop.

[ He leans in as though to examine it. ] What do you reckon big guy? Is decorating in poor taste. Lydia --.

[ He stops. Mostly because the skeleteon has lifted it's own hand and seized itself in Stiles' shirt collar. He drops his device on instinct, kicking it out of the way when he moves back to pull himself free. ] Shit Oh my god, Not cool, not --.

[ Boop. ]

[On the day of the Boney Attack, the fact that Lydia has turned on the video feed without her makeup being perfectly in place is a testament to how terrified she is.]

There's so much death out there, it's feels like a weight against my chest. I can't escape it. I can't sleep, I can't eat, it feels like I'm choking on it.

[Lydia Martin, human geiger counter for death. And right now there's a lot of dead men walking.]

I wish Allison was here.

I'm not leaving the apartment, and I've got the door locked, but I'm really scared.

Stiles, Scott, Derek [Yeah, even Derek.] - let me know you're okay. Julie, Pavel, Lucy, Uhura, any and all of you who are my friends, stay safe.

[It’s some time significantly later than Julie’s original post so who knows what device this is coming from. Probably Rs. The feed is upside down, at an odd angle and only showing part of Julie’s pale and panicked face. She looks tired. It’s been a very long day. In her hand is a crowbar she’s found and nearby is R who is hovering very protectively around Julie.


In the background is a strange scraping sound and an odd Other Worldly hum. There’s something fucking dark about it.

Julie’s trying to keep her breathing in check but there’s something tight in it, a wheezing she really can’t control. She looks at R, silently asking ‘what now?’ But then the scraping and the hum stops and Julie freezes.

She’s not sure what that means at all. She stands, the device falling off her lap. It’s now at an angle and it shows Julie peeking carefully over a counter in the beach house’s kitchen. She seems to relax for a grand total of point five seconds but then…]

Shit!

[A Boney has launched itself over the counter and has grabbed at Julie, knocking her into the counter. She managed one successful swing of her crowbar, enough to chip it’s ribs but that’s wrenched from her hand and Julie is thrown aside.

For a skeleton, these fuckers are strong. It goes after Julie again, this time pinning her to the floor where she’s landed. Her left arm is, apparently, useless or at least damaged. It’s curled against her chest. Her right arm presses against the Boney but it’s not much to keep it back. At most, she has seconds before it gets her.]

R! GET IT OFF!


[R responds immediately, an enraged growl coming from his throat as he grips his hands together, and swings them like a bat at the creature’s head. The first thing is to get it off. The second thing is to descend upon it, biting, scratching, teeth cracking at the bones - fingers gripping at its head as he tries to rip away at whatever keeps it alive away.He knows once the head is gone, it’s over. The head has to be gone. now.]


Jesus...

[Julie sits up and inches back, away from the Boney. She won’t stay back for long. Her good hand finds her crowbar and she stands very shakily. Her arm is still clutched to her chest but that doesn’t seem to matter.]

Move, R. [When he’s clear, she’ll jam the pointy end of the tool in the things neck, enough to sever the connection part way. She hates these things with a passion and wants to help and it’s shortly thereafter that the head comes free and the Boney’s violent flailing dulls to a subtle vibration.

She holds the crowbar out to R, suddenly fatigued and she simply says;] Fuck it up, R.

[And then she collapses, sitting on the floor with a thud, her back leaning against the counter.]

[He stares at the Boney on the floor - the creature that hurt her. He stares for a long, hard moment, before letting the crowbar fall to the floor. He goes to pick up Julie, instead, glaring with disgust at the skeletal remains.]

Keep… you safe.

[ooc: R is in red and Julie is in blue. Tags will come from either of them. Action spam open to the hospital, there will be a thread starter for it.

[There is a man sitting in the driver's seat of a car. He is checking a handgun and there are signs of other weapons on the passenger seat, where the device is also resting. He addresses the device while constantly looking up to scan for hostiles.]

Okay, I think this thing is on.

For those who don't know me from a hole in the ground, I'm Dean. We've got freaky shit like this back home. I'm not the only one providing a public service announcement, but just to reinforce what a girl named Julie posted earlier...

If you can, stay out of it. Lock and secure doors, windows, block with furniture if you've got it. Where I come from, a headshot will take things like this out, but these things are different. You have to take them apart. They travel in groups and they're strong. Do not confront unless you know what the hell you're doin'', and even then, I wouldn't advise it.

I've got a car and can get to you fast. If you need help, just holler.

Okay, that's it. Let's get these sons of bitches.

[He reaches over and switches his device off.]