pineslog | ( june event ) who's that pokemon?

EVENT: WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

For the residents of Wayward Pines, the 19th is just your typical boring Monday. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping.

Until suddenly, they're not.

That's the first sign. Maybe you don't even notice — you're far too busy with your nine-to-five, or maybe even by poolside, blissfully ignorant to the trouble brewing just out of sight, or to the fact that SPF 15 is basically just water anyway. Or maybe you aren't quite so lucky. You notice the birds have gone silent. You feel the eyes upon you, unseen but still raising goosebumps on the back of your neck.

And then from the woods, that telltale scream.

No, two screams, then three, then five, then more than a dozen. You can't count them, can't figure out which direction they're coming from. It's like they're all around you now. Even above you. Now you spot them on the rooftops — god, they're huge, you can't even fathom how they made it up there unnoticed.

But they're not playing at stealth anymore. One leaps off the roof, a single fluid bound on long thick limbs, and barely lands on the sidewalk for a moment before it lunges at the nearest person — your neighbor mowing his lawn, or maybe the woman carrying that armful of bags out of French's Grocery — long claws slicing through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. Then comes another, and another. Into the streets, the backyards, and the ill-timed pool parties, tearing through every living soul they can find.

By nightfall, the creatures have retreated back into the woods en masse, but anyone foolish enough to wander too far from the safety of their homes runs the risk of being picked off one by one if they're not careful. The 20th and 21st follow a similar pattern; during the day, the Sheriff and a team of volunteers comb through the woods looking for survivors, and during the night, these creatures do much the same.

The morning of the 22nd dawns with the last of the vicious "murder potatoes" (as Linda had hysterically dubbed them on the first day while wielding a butcher's knife with astonishing proficiency) have fallen, and the danger is gone.

For now, anyway. The questions they leave behind, however? Those are here to stay.

MOD NOTES

This is a catch-all for any and all threads pertaining to the Who's That Pokemon event! It covers the battle on the 19th and the lingering danger over the course of the 20th and 21st.

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[ In any other scenario, this would probably be pointless. The arrows don't quite do the damage they'd expect, or the damage they want, but it's just about all they could do. If anything, their shots serve as a good distraction, drawing the attention of these creations with their sneak attacks, allow better chances for escapees to reach the hospital.

She has one arrow that might prove useful: a "splodey" arrow, as Clint has proudly named it. It's a trinket from a time she can't remember, but the fact that she's a hundred percent sure of its purpose reminds her of its importance, convincing her that it's something to hold on to until the moment's right.

From across the building, she can see a waving hand as Yukari gestures her over. Kate's out of breath and her inventory, aside from the special arrow, is running low, meaning that going back to her posse of archers might be a good idea. Turning a glance to Allison at the other end, she gives a nod of her head, hinting at her to follow suit as she begins to scan the streets for a possible opening. A curved truck remains parked in the middle, the front of it crushed against the back of another vehicle, both abandoned with their drivers had made their escape from the sudden attack.

Taking in a deep breath, Kate hops on her feet for a few brief seconds before she races to the building's edge, jumping just before losing ground, legs kicking to give her continuous momentum as she lands on the truck's top. There's a moment's pause as she feels the blunt landing of her feet on the aluminum, but she continues to run, along to the other end, another brisk hop leading to her clambering for Yukari's building. ]

Shit — [ She mutters to herself, when her fingers grasp onto the edge of the roof, groaning as she pulls herself up. ] Totally need to get in more work-outs.

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