Alex Shepherd

[There's some dead air for a bit, but when Alex finally speaks, it's faint and breathy, as though he's talking to himself.]

What happened to this place...

[He raises his voice then, cautiously and with a bit of trepidation. It's clear by his tone that there's something seriously bothering him-- he sounds like a little kid who's waiting on the inevitability of some wrongdoing of his to be discovered and scolded for.]

Is there anyone still alive? Can you hear me?




((ooc: Alex is so ashamed that he gave into the torture that he's really kind of afraid to show his face around town. Don't be surprised if he shies away from your character, if they're normally buds. Also feel free to have labor pains at any point now.))

To anyone I snapped at the other night... I'm sorry.

( Private to Ihy and Alaneo )

[Alex's plea comes out in a scream. It's a kind of scratchy sound, coming mostly from his throat, and filled completely with rage.]

DISCORDIA!

[His next words are still loud, though not nearly as pained as his call for Discordia was. Also, they come out sloppy and a little slurred, revealing his obvious state of intoxication.]

YOU FUCKING BITCH! SHOW YOURSELF! ANSWER ME!

You bitch... YOU BITCH!

((ooc: For those curious, Alex is standing -- well, more like swaying on his feet -- drunk near the river screaming at Discordia. Also, he's totally wasted. Like. Totally. Wasted. He'll stand out there and scream until he loses his voice or gets an answer. And even after he loses his voice, he'll still sit there and wait.))

uh... The hunting trip is postponed until we get back to World's End.

Holy fuck.

Claire said that we should start amping up the hunting for the wintertime. She's right.

TO ALL THE GUYS OF WORLD'S END and maybe Avari:

I'm organizing a trip. If you're an able-bodied man who's not Dean Winchester, you're invited. We're going to split up into teams and head out into the forest. If you don't have a weapon, we'll get you one. Joshua and I will be leading the main team. I'll assign other leaders as the day gets closer. If you can't handle taking orders from a nine-year-old, then you're not man enough to come with us. Sorry. That's just the way it is.

Friday is the day we head out. If you're not ready when we go, you'll be left behind. Guys only. Sorry girls. But someone has to stay behind and watch the fort.






((OOC: Strikes gone. Yes, Dean, you're invited. xD Alex remembered that you're not a complete waste of his life. Also, this is what happens when Alex is randomly cured of mental illness. He just becomes a big, whopping dorkface.))

Thank God it's gone.

Has anyone been down to Headquarters today? What is all this? It's almost like the drawings that the Can-toi would leave. But, wait, didn't they all flee the city?

[Filtered away from Joshua just because he knows this is bound to get ugly and he doesn't care]

Alfred?

Hey man. That woman in your thoughts... she's your sister? I know she used to be in World's End, but I never met her myself.

She's pretty hot.

Actually, she's really hot. Do you think she'll be back sometime soon?

[the sound of hard plastic pieces moving, like Alex is fiddling with something. his voice is low and hurried, too, as though he's talking to himself.] Still dead... Son of a bitch. I don't know if my communicator will respond to them, either, but there's no use depending on it. I'll have to keep an eye out.

Fuck... this isn't good.



((ooc: Alex is hallucinating that the entire town has shifted to Otherworld. He'll be really jumpy and anxious for the rest of the weekend, because his walkie talkie still doesn't work and, of course, his communicator doesn't make white noise whenever monsters are close. I invite everyone to come experience Silent Hill with him. :3c))

( Private | Hackable if your character is really that bored/concerned/curious enough to hack it )

( Private to Joshua )

I think I'm going to take off for a few days. Don't come looking for me. I'll be okay. I just need some time to sort a few things out.

Wait. On second thought, if I'm not back in five days, come looking. You never know in this place.

[The screen stays black for a few seconds once the feed starts up, and there's a loud rustling sound, as though someone is rubbing up against the microphone. Because they are. Alex rolled over onto his communicator. Eventually he peels his fat ass out of bed and groggily saunters over to the old, decrepit bureau on the opposite side of his bedroom. In the corner of the screen, a small part of a soundly sleeping Claire is visible in the bed Alex just left. All the while, angry grumbling can be heard, though none of it really makes sense. Maybe a few obscenities and the word "Discordia" can be discerned if one listens closely enough.

Swaying on his feet some from his lingeringly sleep-heavy mind, Alex rummages through the top drawer of his bureau for something. No, it's not the pants that he probably should put on, nor the shirt he should also probably wear. He continues to subject all of World's End to him wandering around in nothing but his boxers and military tags, as what he pulls out reveals itself to be a chrome-finished 9mm pistol. After checking to make sure it's cleaned and loaded, he waddles back to his bed and sits on the corner of it so that he can pull his socks and boots onto his feet. No, he's still not wearing pants.

"Sure, Discordia," he mumbles in a gruff voice as he gives his handgun another once-over. "I'll kill them all. Starting with you. Fuckin Chris... Are you serious?"

With that said, he rocks his weight to his feet and heads over to the other side of the bed, where he plants a sweet, chaste kiss on the still-sleeping Claire's forehead, muttering a quick "Love you" to her. He then spins on his heels and goes towards the door, but pauses for a second as he remembers his discarded communicator. Not even realizing that it's been on this whole time, he snatches it up and takes it with him, accidentally turning it off the same way it was turned on.]

((OOC: SO YEAH Alex is wandering around World's End in his fucking boxers in the middle of the night, because he's so fed up with Discordia's shit. Feel free to have your character notice him being a giant crazypants. Come sunrise he'll realize what the fuck he's doing and head on home, but all through the night, you'll have Alex trying to be teh batmans. Comment log here, or just regular old comments. Either one will do, idrc. ps I told you guys I'd make it canon. pps did I mention Alex was schizophrenic? Because he is. seriously. and it's finally starting to show.))

It's over. I'm back home with Claire. It's really... really me this time. Chris was already looking for us in the sewers on our way out. He went after my double, and on his word, the thing's dead. I don't know how he did it. I don't really care. Just as long as it stays gone.

After sitting upright tied to a pole for two weeks, this old beat-up mattress in my bedroom never felt more comfortable. I think I might sleep for a week. And even if I don't, I have plans to stay in for as long as I can with my brother and my girlfriend. If nothing else, this whole thing has taught me that I don't appreciate the people in my life enough.

( Private to Elle )

( Private to Tom ((though ooc I don't expect a response)) )

Claire's missing. For good, this time. Even the dog's gone.

No, I'm gonna find her. I'm gonna... she can't be gone.





((ooc: strikes totes still visible))

I feel a little dirty after all of that. I might have to go down to the bath house and scrub myself.

( Private to Claire )

I can't see my feet... has Elle's chest always been this big?

It's weird. I've been here for seven months, and this is the first time I haven't had the dreams from the Tower. Is it wrong for me to feel a little left out about it? What happened with the 21 Sacraments? If they're complete, then shouldn't something happen? I feel like I should know more about it already, after everything that's happened.

( Private to Elle | Hackable )

( Private to Claire | Hackable )

Hey Tom, what are you doing tonight? I heard that some dick wants to investigate you. I'm not really sure what he wanted, but I'm not going to let him get to you before I kick your ass myself.

I don't even know who's here anymore. This town changed so much over the past few weeks. I can't really keep up with it.

Elle? Have you settled in okay? If you want, I can give you the full tour later.

( Private to Claire )

Does everyone in this place think me and Tom are lovers?

It took me a good half hour to realize I was in a gay bar and understand what that meant. I didn't realize that things like that happened outside of porn. When that guy asked us how long we'd been together, and how we met, I thought... I guess it doesn't really matter what I thought. What people do is none of my business. It was just weird seeing something that I thought was a fairy tale to scare kids right in front of my face. Now that I think about it, that happens to me a lot.

For the record, I'm not gay. They're some interesting people, but I'm not in a hurry to head back there any time soon. Unless one of my kids ends up gay. Did you know it's possible?