Michaela "BERTHA" Schneider (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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scelerata_logs2012-06-28 05:07 pm
readytoplay) wrote in scelerata_logs2012-06-28 05:07 pm
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Who: Bertha and you poor victims.
When: Midnight give or take.
Where: Places in the hotel.
What: Really, just wandering around the halls.
This probably seems like one terrible horror movie. The kind where a group of people are stuck in a hotel with a murderer and no one knows who it is- although it's painfully obvious to the whole of the audience who the psychopath is. But this isn't a horror film and it isn't a theater either. It is a hotel, yes, and it is filled with a bunch of people...
Alright, not a bunch. A few. Just a small handful.
And who knows how many of them are actually killers. How many have blood stained hands. Or even are willing to admit to it. From personal experience, Bertha knows a killer when she sees one. She has worked with five other "monsters." Five other humans willing to shed blood without a care for the poor bastard who gets caught in the fray. She's known hundreds of others, has done the dirty work for them. And she has faced incredible monstrosities alongside them. Bio-Organic Weapons, B.O.W.s for short. How many of them have fallen to bullet and blade?
Innumerable amounts.
But there isn't a sign of them in these halls or on these grounds. She looked, she spent a good time looking. And even now when normal people would sleep she chose to wander the halls. Her mask still fixed in place. Her uniform only sticky with infectious blood. It had occurred to her to take off her uniform and wash it in her bathtub, but at the moment she just wanted to do one last sweep of the hotel. Just one to ease her into some kind of normalcy. After all, she would be here for a time, right?
When: Midnight give or take.
Where: Places in the hotel.
What: Really, just wandering around the halls.
This probably seems like one terrible horror movie. The kind where a group of people are stuck in a hotel with a murderer and no one knows who it is- although it's painfully obvious to the whole of the audience who the psychopath is. But this isn't a horror film and it isn't a theater either. It is a hotel, yes, and it is filled with a bunch of people...
Alright, not a bunch. A few. Just a small handful.
And who knows how many of them are actually killers. How many have blood stained hands. Or even are willing to admit to it. From personal experience, Bertha knows a killer when she sees one. She has worked with five other "monsters." Five other humans willing to shed blood without a care for the poor bastard who gets caught in the fray. She's known hundreds of others, has done the dirty work for them. And she has faced incredible monstrosities alongside them. Bio-Organic Weapons, B.O.W.s for short. How many of them have fallen to bullet and blade?
Innumerable amounts.
But there isn't a sign of them in these halls or on these grounds. She looked, she spent a good time looking. And even now when normal people would sleep she chose to wander the halls. Her mask still fixed in place. Her uniform only sticky with infectious blood. It had occurred to her to take off her uniform and wash it in her bathtub, but at the moment she just wanted to do one last sweep of the hotel. Just one to ease her into some kind of normalcy. After all, she would be here for a time, right?
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After all, he still wasn't sure why he was in this hotel. Key in his pocket, without his call band working and with no way to contact the other heroes, he pretty much felt trapped in some spooky J-horror video game. And it was always the middle of the night when something tried to kill you in your sleep. So he decided to play it safe and just stay away from his window and bathroom, just in case something decided to say hello from the mirror.
Of course, the hallway wasn't a safer bet either, but he figured he should get to know his surroundings. He doubted he was the only one still up, but he figured he'd at least run into concierge or someone from housekeeping working their way through the hotel. Or at least he'd find a quiet place to sit around until he actually felt a little sleepier than frightened. But, knowing his luck, he had a feeling he'd run into something horrifying sooner or later. He just had to wait for it... or walk into it, or have it materialize through the wall in front of him...
Okay, that was it. He was avoiding staircases and sticking to the second floor for a while.