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[personal profile] barfasaurus
[Anyone trying to make their way through the thick forest may run into +1 curious lizard. It's a small little fella, no more than two feet high... which is technically wrong for the species but lalala movie physics.

and hey... look! He's cooing at you! Isn't he just adorable! Who wants to be dinner his new best friend?

...and the best friend of the other one or two of these hungry adorable little guys prowling scampering around?
]
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[personal profile] fallen_from_grace
[Where the hell was this supposed to be? She didn't leave the factory, not since she brought that useless doctor woman to Joh---....John. Where was John?!

Grabbing what she thought was her phone, she hit the Speaker button, and then another button resulting in a loud beep across the network. Pausing as she didn't hear a ringing or a dial tone, she decided to just go with it and spoke into the phone.
]

John...?

I don't know where I am, I swear, I didn't leave the factory...do you have any idea what's happened?

[Somehow, she was staying calm...but that wouldn't last much longer.]
[identity profile] beyondsighted.livejournal.com
[Had Beyond Birthday cared to put in the effort, he could probably name the exact genus and species of the prehistoric flora that surrounded him. He did not care. The only thing that matters at the moment is that this place is not Room four-oh-four. His thoughts are scattered in chaotic disarray, an unpredictable, teeming mass of anger, annoyance, and desperation hidden behind a deadpan mask enhanced by perfectly applied powder. Wammy's had taught their projects well. For all of Beyond's anguish --all his plans derailed!-- not a single trace of it was broadcast through the Blackberry. Or rather, none of it would have been broadcast. Suspicious, and paranoid, Beyond Birthday would not reveal his face, for he knew very well the value of a person's face, to individuals unknown. Long fingers encircle the device, his voice, an almost soothing, rumbly sound in-between tenor and baritone. An oddly zen tone, considering his rather....unique circumstances.]

Good evening.

[A short pause, as B wets his lips.]

My name is Ryuzaki. I seem to be...

[A second pause, as he searches for the appropriate word. Lost? Confused? He frowns in the darkness. Subjective information would hardly be helpful to anyone.]

... sitting on top of a creature, a ceratopsid, long extinct. A triceratops to be exact. What is the meaning of this?
[identity profile] junior-cop.livejournal.com
[Tom is looking around and asking anyone that is within earshot.]

Do you know where I can find a healer? Someone's in trouble.

(So sorry for the lateness of this post. For more information, follow this link.)
[identity profile] truehappyending.livejournal.com
[Giselle had tried her hardest to make friends with these creatures, but it appeared they were having none of it. So instead she ran as fast as she could of, but shamefully she didn't work much for the poor girl as she was already bloodied and bitten and slightly numb from the attack one of the dinosaurs had done. She had managed though to turn on the blackberry which thankfully she was carrying at the time, the camera clearly showing just how much she had been attacked as she still kept her sweet and polite smile behind the numbness and pain.]

I need some help. I tried so hard to get the dinosaurs to understand about what they were doing, but I failed.

[Her smile fades at that... she couldn't help with these creatures and didn't understand why, the poor things had to be hurt because they were attacking.]

I don't know where I am exactly, I can't see very well now.

[As soon as she had spoken there was a roar in the background as the blackberry fell to the floor, Giselle had blacked out from the pain as she laid out cold in front of the blackberry as it continued to record.]
[identity profile] gods-bestie.livejournal.com
[Claudia can be seen running through the halls of the hotel, occasionally looking back over her shoulder. She has a pronounced limp and her face is contorted in pain. A crash is heard and Claudia screams. Cheeping and little squeaking noises can be heard in the background. She turns a corner and trips on a large chair that had been overturned in the hall. Sprawling face first, she heard a loud crack and instant pain flooded her arm. Her wrist snapped violently as she had fallen onto it. Holding her arm, she attempted to get off the ground, but the pain was too much and she collapsed. A small green dinosaur jumped up onto the chair she had tripped on, squealing in her face.

It landed on her chest and attempted to bite her nose. She punched it hard, sending it flying off of her. It jumped back up and hissed, followed rapidly by 10 more of the small dinosaurs. All of them together was too much for her despite her frantic flailing and attempts to get them off of her. Bites to her face, hands, body, arms and legs; all of it too much. Pain raged in her mind as she screamed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shattered window pane, glass littering the floor. She rolled onto her stomach, dragging herself with her good arm, strength flooding her with the idea of hope. Finally her hand settled on sharp glass.

She grabbed a large chunk of it, slicing her palm. The smell of blood frenzied the little dinosaurs as they continued their assault. Claudia brought the makeshift knife down on the first one, severing its head. Blood sprayed in her face and covered her dress. One after one the compys fell, their bodies being flung in every possible direction. The remainders who skittered outside her reach left, in search of their fallen brethren and hopefully a quick meal. Exhausted, Claudia slumped on the floor, the blood of the beasts mixing with her own. Gingerly she touched her neck. The gaping wound there would kill her if she did not find help soon. Now she was too weak to move.]


Help...please.

[She began to cry...she did not want to die.]
[identity profile] insanemeister.livejournal.com

[Three raptors are pursuing Dr. Stien, and he is both horrified and intrigued that the supposedly "extinct" creatures are alive. Without Spirit, the fight will be much harder, but he knows he cannot outrun them for long. He stops short and turns around, ready to charge his soul wavelength. The raptors have him against a wall, but he's grateful they at least don't have him surrounded. He tightens the screw in his head and attempts to formulate a battle plan. He has to think quickly, but not make stupid mistakes. He blasts the one in the middle first before leaping over it and grabbing its neck. Pulling out a scalpel, he slits the throat quickly before turning on the other two. He breathes heavy as they wait to make thier move.]

Any help would be appreciated.
[identity profile] thornstained.livejournal.com
[He's managed to lose Tris in the dark somewhere, between one lightning flash and the next. He's worried about her, but not as worried as he could be; she's a powerful lightning mage in the middle of a storm. He's sure she can fry these lizards and get to the boat safely.

And besides, he seems to have his own problems. There's a raptor in front of him, caught in a mass of vines and struggling against them. Briar's teeth are clenched as he tries to get the plants to grow tight enough to immobilise it; his power's been kicked down a few notches, or there'd be dinosaur shish-kebob all over the ground by now.]
[identity profile] barfasaurus.livejournal.com
[Hello badficians~ Perhaps on your journey through the forests you come across this cute little guy. Isn't he just adorable? Listen to him make that precious little cooing noise! Oh look, he's approaching you! Perhaps he smells that sandwich in your pocket? Maybe he wants to play fetch?]



((This little guy packs more punch then you would think- namely his poison puke. I'll leave it open where your character gets spat on, but note it's going to burn and become numbing.))
[identity profile] 11-sies.livejournal.com
Is there Anyone else that doesn't have a guide to the Harbor? I'm setting together a group and I will get you there safely- I may not have the Sonic but I'm still the smartest person here... not to mention I've dealt with dinosaurs before.
[identity profile] nihilist-blade.livejournal.com
[Ulquiorra comes on the screen. Linefaced as ever. He seems to be outside... in the sunlight, which would probably be detrimental with someone of his skin pallor... if he were alive...]

I would like a thorough explanation of what is going on. These creatures are meager, yet I am having trouble disposing of them.

[There's a growl coming from off screen, Ulquiorra doesn't even bother to LOOK as the raptor leaps out from behind him. He simply PUNTS it, glancing over to it only when he realizes he only succeeded in knocking it over. He holds his hand out to fire a cero at it, his brows lowering in irritation when he sees the creature still isn't dead. The feed ends as he reaches for his sword...]
[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com
[Hello everyone it's your favorite neighborhood Namekian looking as disgruntled as ever! He's grumbling a bit, inwardly going over just how he got conned into doing this again...]

Alright humans and whatever else you things are, you're going to get gathered all in one place so you can be escorted out but a couple of muscleheads.

[So says a fellow musclehead...]

So tell me where you are and I'm going to come get you. Start whining and I'll leave you behind. Understand?


[Isn't it just so refreshing to see someone just so enthusiastic about his job?]
[identity profile] an-adoring-wife.livejournal.com
[the video is dark when it comes on, but Lucy can be seen crouched in a dark corner of the resturant kitchen, obviously struggling to remain calm, but trying none the less]

Is there anyone close to where I am? I'm in the resturant kitchen and I'd rather not move out on my own. If anyone is close by can we meet up?
[identity profile] blondmage.livejournal.com
[Fai had been in many different worlds, but this one was something all of it's own and even with his magic getting to the docks was harder than first thought of. The spells he used usually would dissipate after being hit at least once of twice, not as long as they can be for which made Fai start to think that while being here... maybe his magic has gotten weaker and therefore he had to work harder to escape alive, because there was no way he is going to die any time soon, he already said that he wouldn't risk his life in such stupid ways.

With the blood starting to trickle down his head from a hit he got before, he silently made his way through the forest area, looking around for any signs of one of those creatures being nearby. He soon comes to a complete stop at the sound of rustling close by, turning his head towards the general direction his fingers silently writing up a spell in the air as some form of protection for the meantime. 

With the protection now on for who knows how long, he carefully starts to make his way towards the noise. Could it be another creature that he keeps seeing every so often... or something else?]
[identity profile] 1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com
[Having narrowly avoided her share predatory dinosaurs, Elphaba is trying to find the docks. However, getting her bearings is proving more and more difficult; she's in completely unfamiliar territory, she's managed to get seperated from Piccolo, and she has no weapons. So, getting herself from A to B in one piece is proving quite the challenge..]

(( OTA - She's outside atm, so feel free to bump into her or whatever ))
[identity profile] blondefuse.livejournal.com

[Nice had made it to the docks, but she wasn't leaving just yet. She hadn't seen John or Shiki since the black-out, and she was worried, despite herself. Trying to ignore the weather, she hides herself momentarily near one of the boats, and pulls out her blackberry]

[ Video // Private to John ]

Hey, John-! Ya a'right? Text me or message me or somethin' - jus' don't die

[ Video // Private to Shiki ]

Y'ain't dead, right?
 


[identity profile] blueeyekamikaze.livejournal.com
[[He's been watching.

You.

All of you.

Every single one of you that shows up on this system since his arrival. There's no need for him to contact out; if Duo were here he'd have already been chatting it up on the system. If Trowa or Quatre were here, he'd have heard from Duo. That means to him, either they're dead, injured or he's the only one that ended up on this island.

The first night he got here he took the blanket, the pillow and found somewhere more secluded than a room to which he had no familiarity in. Being plunked somewhere after his last recognizable memory was being in his Gundam didn't sit well.

He's done a good job so far of keeping the BlackBerry from seeing his arrival as an opportunity for bringing him into this mess visually. Of course, that leaves the story lacking one of its players and that just isn't appropriate. The moment he's left the BlackBerry unattended it shows a rather banged up, cut up and bruised teenager somewhere in the wooded parts of the island, using strips of the pillow case to bandage part of his leg. He doesn't seem that he's out of sorts by doing this on his own and his practiced fingers tie his calf off though some of the bleeding still comes through.

It doesn't look dire, nor does he seem like he needs emergency medical attention, it's just the system not allowing him to get away without some sort of announcement of himself. The brunette looks out at his BlackBerry with piercing, angry blue eyes despite the rest of him looking stone-stoic and throws the blanket over it.]
]
[identity profile] en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com
[After finding one too many mangled and disembowled corpses, Nina had retreated rather hastily to her hotel room and had locked herself in. She, like a lot of other people at the Manor, had known that this would happen...and, she guessed, like others there, she still hadn't been prepared for it. Like a child scared of what would happen if she dared move too much, she'd pretty much stayed huddled in the farthest corner of the room, her knee's hugged to her chest, as if the smaller she made herself the less likely it would be she was found.
 
The talking rabbit had mentioned getting to the docks, but that was yesterday...everyone would have gone by now..Nina wasn't sure what scared her more - the prospect of being alone in the situation or the fact that she probably would have been too out of it to ask for help anyway..

Burying her head in her arms, she tried to breathe and calm herself down, every sudden noise foiling any previous attempts to do so
]
[identity profile] scary-enough.livejournal.com
To say Spencer was unnerved was a major understatement. Ever since the power went out, she'd been trying not to fear the worst; after the rabbit's message she had been forced to come to terms with the fact that just like the movie, things had gone wrong.

Currently she was navigating by the meagre light of the Blackberry screen, hoping she would find a better light source soon. This wasn't helped by the fact that for all her exploration of the facility, the lack of light was causing all kinds of shadowy distortions and she was finding it difficult to get her bearings.

Slowly, carefully, she made her way to the lobby, eyes and ears on high alert for any sign of her fellow residents/prisoners. Previous words of finding someone better equipped to handle dinosaurs attack replayed in her mind but as ever, she had been determined that she would be okay. Now, without so much as a hockey stick to protect her, she couldn't help but feel vulnerable. Even the threat of A paled in comparison to the very real threat she could hear rampaging outside. She headed for the main desk, hoping to find a better source of light - or, at the very least, something she could throw at carnivorous beasts other than herself.

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