Post by zabasaz on Jan 6, 2007 14:46:38 GMT -6
Zabasaz's Rp Sample
"Ross?!"
Shouting the name harbored no reply, save for the echo. It was as though the cave yelled the name in response, mocking the trapped lad as it slowly digested him within it's rocky interior.
The lad was Jeff. Geoffrey Phaneuf is his full name, everyone calls him Jeff, although there was no real concern for his name, or his nickname, since no other living soul appeared to be present. He and his best friend, Ross McFarland, had resolved to go cave exploring for their Winter vacation off of school, but things apparently went horribly wrong.
Jeff was a careful caver. He brought all of the necessary supplies, and encouraged everyone else to immitate him in this aspect. He brought all the tools necessary for ascension and descension in vertical caves, he brought provisions, lights, he brought a cellphone, and he brought a notepad for writing down notes regarding his findings and experiences.
Now the notepad lay discarded on the cave floor not far from him. He had been trapped for over an hour now, but kept shouting out for Ross. Over a ten minute period he wrote a note, first explaining his situation, as if intended for a future reader, and then explaining meager matters that seemed frighteningly irrelevant to the situation, as though insanity already closed in around him.
Getting to his current location was a mystery in its own. One moment he was walking through a tunnel so narrow that he had to crawl, the next moment the tunnel he came through had seemingly been replaced by a simple rock wall. At first, he was merely stupified by the possibility that the hole he came through could have vanished, or that he could have had a veritable 'brain-fart' and completely forget how he had gotten here. Then, he began to realize something very peculiar. He was wearing a backpack, a thermal layer of clothing, a jacket layer of clothing, and another jacket layer. In Winter, it's cold underground, in caves, so it is wise to bring many sources of warmth.
However, there was still a coldness. There was this sort of chill, but his body wasn't actually experiencing low temperatures. It was that feeling, that feeling of being watched.
Jeff wanted to drop his backpack and pull out a better light source than his electric lantern, but he felt in doing so he'd be dropping his guard and inviting some unseen creature to leap upon him and rend him to shreds.
To describe his surroundings, it would take a mere sentence or two. It was pitch black, save for a puddle of light coming from his grounded lantern by his feet, that revealled the rough cave floor. That ground looked trodden upon despite its depth in the crust. Jeff himself was just a simple teenager. Eighteen, nineteen maybe. He had long curly hair, slightly matted due to a lack of brushing. He had big cheeks, a sort of broad, innocent face with a grimace of despair at the situation painted over it.
Hope was fleeting now, but Jeff's attention was now turned to the possibility of some sort of beast or paranormal phenomenon that may take place in the darkness of the large cave room. He gathered the courage to put down his lantern and backpack and rummage through it to find more light sources. He pulled forth another electric lantern, setting it on the opposite side of him and turning it on, then pulled out a powerful flashlight he had gotten for Christmas a week before but never resolved to use. Before turning it on, however, he unpocketed his cellphone and attempted to phone for Ross, then 911. However, he had tried on numerous occasions in the last forty-five minutes, and still lacked any reception. It was as though the outside world died, and left him as the last living soul trapped under the Earth's crust.
Upon activating a second lantern, his puddle of light increased in diameter, and he could see more ground. The room was still dark though. The darkness that was out of the reach of his aura of light was strangely thick, almost tangible. A chill ran down his spine when he looked upon it, predicting it to be endlessly deep. He stared into the dark as if something had just entered the vicinity and he could feel it's glare shifting across his body. Slowly he rose, gripping his unactivated flash light. To the left there was a faint noise, a noise like rock and fabric rubbing together. In his mind he knew something had to be there. How could there possibly be a sound, especially one like that, if I'm the only living thing here? Unless I'm not. He wanted to think it was just an underground river or rocks shifting randomly due to erosion and gravity, but he couldn't embrace such a simple solution. There was another noise, almost to the exact opposite direction, and he looked into the darkness towards its point of origin too. After a long stare, he began looking between the noises. Two noises, different locations. Perhaps he wasn't alone. Perhaps he wasn't alone with one other life form. Could it be Ross, trying to scare him?
"Ross! This isn't funny man, I'm scared shitless. Please, just come out if you're here. Don't put me through this."
No response. No noise.
"Ross! Please man, don't do this again! My heart is pounding man, this can't be healthy."
Still no response.
Jeff felt his palms growing sweaty, even in the cold. He remembered that he gripped a flashlight in his gloved hands. He prepared to turn it on, but wanted to wait for a sound first. He made it a point, though, to keep his glaring moving, to make sure nothing could possibly creep up behind him. The last thing he wanted, whether it was truly Ross or not, was a surprise.
Almost on queue, the sound occured again, dead behind him. He immediately turned around and pressed the rubbery button of the flashlight. With a resounding click, light poured like a stream forward, meeting a distant, perhaps four meter, wall. Nothing was there, but he began to move his flashlight swiftly to the left and right, scanning for life. He knew now that he had a way of finding whatever was out there, it would have to act quick, and so he had to do the same. He had to find it, know what it was that lurked in the depths of the infinite shadows around him.
The noises became more frequent, as if his cavemate was fleeing from the light. Finally, movement became visible in the corner of the white, shining circle that his flashlight projected on the rocky walls. With a twitch he moved the flashlight on it, almost reluctant that he'd finally find out what was making the noises, stalking him, watching him.
The thing that he saw was a thing of unspeakable horror. His death was agonizing and terrible.