"Hunter"

"Second" [Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 06:21:38 GMT

[[Hunter has been droned. His voice is sickly-sweet and incredibly innocent.]]

Gee, fellas. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm starting to think that Mayfield isn't so safe anymore! I sure hope nobody else is going to get hurt, that'd be just horrid!

But I'm not gonna worry, because I know that Mister- whoops, silly me! Police Chief Grady is on the case. Golly gee, I feel safer already!

And good ol' dad is here in case we wind up in trouble. Fellas, don't forget that you've all got family and friends to rely on. Since we're all friends here, right? Right? Right?

[[GIGGLE]]

Right!

{{ooc: 24 hours until this post is inactive.}}

First. [Action + Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 04:09:02 GMT

[[Residents of the 949 Beulah Street household, or any surrounding houses for that matter, will probably hear angry shouting. For those of you who aren't nearby, you'll hear it over the phones as well.]]

...The fuck is this?!

[[Stomp stomp stompin' around the room, growling and generally being angry.]]

Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is this outfit? It's so fuckin' shitty! And what the hell is this stupid picture with these stupid losers on this?!

Someone in this fucking house had better answer me!

[[And if you listen veeeery carefully...]]

...why am I even able to think?

{{OOC: HUNTER HAS BEEN RESET. He has lost all of his regains and memories of Mayfield. He's also slightly different. He's 17 years old, and he's even brattier than before. He'll generally respond to people's actions of friendliness with confusion. He'll also be swearing and possibly using the word 'fag' a lot. Be forewarned!}}

"Hunter" Reset.

brbpouncingyou — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 04:05:11 GMT

Name: Stephen

Personal LJ: interrobangings

Contact Info: AIM: ddrwakalaka
MSN: tamalelocokid@hotmail.com

Character Name: "Hunter" Retnuh (He'll be staying in the same house, if that's cool.)

Character Series: Left 4 Dead

Character Age: 17

Background: Before the zombie apocalypse, Hunter was your average young adult. He worked a boring job (bagging groceries), attended high school (doing a victory lap for better credits), and lived at home with his parents. But he was the star of the track team, so life was pretty cool. He was a fast runner. He'd even been offered a few scholarships because of it, and he was planning to go to college to help out the family. Life was pretty good, in all honesty.

But then the infected came. Running home from school in his track outfit (a hoodie and sweatpants with duct tape added to be stylish), he was chased by the infected. Luckily, he escaped. At first, there were only a few, so Hunter stayed at home, stockpiling food, drinks, and weapons. He hadn't a clue where his parents were, but he assumed that they had become one of the infected. There weren't so many infected, so he fought them off. But then more came. And more. And more. Eventually, there was a small mob had taken over the city. There was nothing that could be done. In his last few minutes, Hunter tried his best to fight off the infected... but to no avail. He lost, blacking out.

Once he awoke, he realized that he wasn't quite human anymore. He watched in horror as his fingers grew into horrible claws, his teeth elongating into sharp fangs, and his chest felt as if it were contorting and writhing within him. It hurt more than anything he had ever experienced. He screamed and yelled, wishing for death, since the pain was so bad. But there was nothing to be done. He then lost his mind.

Once his transformation was complete, he stumbled outside, staring out at the ruined city. However, he began to hear gunfire coming from somewhere nearby. He ran towards the scene, not realizing how fast he was. There were people there, trying to fight off the infected.

So he jumped onto one of the humans, then began to tear them to pieces, biting and ripping. Once he was done, he was covered in blood, and his stomach was full. It felt good. The other survivors were screaming and pointing at him, shouting, “Hunter! It's a Hunter!”

He remained in the city for a month or two, losing his humanity slowly. Nothing was going right for him anymore. He simply continued to wander the streets, looking for more food, occasionally having to eat a dead body or two. This is what he's been doing ever since.

Personality: Hunter, if you want to look at the basics, is kind of a dick. He swears, generally mistreats others without thinking, and tends to take people for granted because he's angry about not knowing what the hell is going on. He mistreats people and takes them for granted because he doesn't understand the value of human life. Knowing only about how to kill and generally be a monster, he wouldn't have a hope to understand. Having just regained his mind, he doesn't really know what to do with his new life. Because of this, he acts resentful and angry that he can't remember who he was or what he was doing with his life.

He talks with an air of self-importance around him, and tends to speak informally. "Man," "Dude," and other slang terms are often used by him. His attitude is also a bit "better-than-you" in the sense that he thinks he's the greatest thing ever and that everyone else is totally uncool. Hunter also likes to crack sarcastic jokes to people, usually at other people's expenses.

Obviously, he doesn't "remember" Mayfield at all, since he was never really "there" in the first place. Which, of course, having "old friends" that he doesn't know will most likely unnerve him and annoy him.

On the subject of friends, Hunter isn't the kind of person to make friends easily due to his abrasive nature. While he already "has" friends at Mayfield, he'll be very reluctant to re-befriend the majority of them as they are human. Hunter believes that the infected and humans can not, will not, and shall not get along, or even consider being "friends." For example, if someone was a vampire, giant lizard, zombie, mummy or what the heck ever, he'd be a little more willing to be friends with them if they tried to spark the friendship.

Hunter doesn't really seem to be afraid of much, but in reality, he's constantly unsure and worried about what he's going to do next. In order to hide his fears, he puts up the "tough guy" facade that he usually has on. And, in truth, he slightly scared of turning back into a monster. He likes the control that's been given to him, and he doesn't want it taken away. For minor fears, he doesn't like fire much and he detests the cold.

But what Hunter does like is always fun for him. He likes to exercise, enjoys sweet things – although he won't admit it, likes warmth, and secretly enjoys having other people looking up to him. Although he seems to hate kids, he has a tendency to act like an older brother to many people.

When Hunter's confused about something, he tends to worry and gets slightly flustered when people keep pressing on points where he's vulnerable or is not knowledgeable in the subject at hand. This is when his "tough-guy" attitude starts to falter. Other times his attitude starts to falter is when he's upset. Though it's a little bit difficult to upset him, when he is upset, he tends to let his true feelings show.

On a final note, he hates to admit he's wrong. Especially when he knows he's incredibly wrong. For example, if he were to lose a bet, he would be quiet and resentful while the other person requested him to fulfill the agreement of the bet.

Abilities: Increased lower body strength, ability to pounce and jump long distances, ability to scale small buildings, enhanced lung capacity, enhanced oxygen intake, running ability from pre-infection.

Sample Entry:

http://brbpouncingyou.livejournal.com/1319.html

Twenty-One [Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 04:34:50 GMT

...Where is everyone?

[[Of course, he's referring to his friends who he hasn't seen for some time.]]

Like... Yui. And Bonnie. De Killer... and Porky?

This isn't because of me, right?

Twenty [Action + Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 00:38:36 GMT

[[Allan's been around his house for the past little while, fixing up the messes and trying to clean things up. If one were to see him, he looks a bit of a mess himself. Tired, unsmiling, and possibly a little thinner than usual. He hasn't been eating much, despite pouring all his energy into fixing the house and the surrounding area.

After a while, he decides that he's done enough at home. It was time to go do something else useful for people. Allan picks ups his phone. His voice is a little hollow, tired-sounding, and a little distant.]]

...I'd like to apologize again for everything I've done. If there's anything I can do to make amends, please, let me know.

[[That's all he says before hanging up. People might notice that he doesn't sound like he's in anguish anymore, but maybe just depression. Unfortunately, his stupid decisions hadn't stopped when he was sane again. Maybe you can find out why.]]

Eighteen [Audio + Action]

brbpouncingyou — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 13:11:19 GMT

...M... miiicchaaaeell....

[[There's an inhuman snarl coming from the phone. Deep, slow, loud breathing. Maybe a bit of dark chuckling.]]

...goooing to killyousomuch.

[[Some more laughing, and some growling. Whatever this thing is, there's not much of Allan left in him.]]

I hate you h͍̼̰̊ͦ͟a̝͕̠͓t̡̤͈ẻ̘̀́ ͎͔͖̯͉̦̾̉ͭͫyͤ̍̒ͣ̇̅ͩ͢o̬͉̮ụ͓̖̂̋͂̏̒͆ h̖͙̣̗͉̗̫ͩͮͫ͗̋̈́̎͟͡ǎ̸͕̘̰͉̺̝́͆͋̆͌ͦ̍͞t̟̝͐ͫ̎͆͒ͧ̿̚͘ę͓͇̬̠ͪͧͪͫ͂̕ ͕̹͖͕̗͙̠̮ͧ̄͆̿͌̊̆́͞ÿ̨͍̮̙͓̪͙͉̰́͆̄ͅŏ̜̙̔̐̒͐ǘ͇͓͖̤̜̪͈͖̉̀ h̽̊̓̒͊̏̒͟͏̬͔͇͓̝̪a̡̟͉̹ͨ̐̾̿ͫ̈́ͥͯ̀̆̒ͧ̽͐̅̅̓̚͘t̶̤͔̙̠̹͉͍̞̙̅͑̉̿͒ͧ̀͘͢͜ȩ̶̛̩͔̱̠̹̪̍̂͋͞͝ ̸̛̰̯̖̙̦̖̖̮̜͚̮̬͔̭̣̻̤̈͑ͪ̐͒̋̍̉ͧ̈ͩ̿̽ͪ̎ͪ͛̍́ỷ̡̄͛ͧ̆̌҉̷̘̘͈͖̼̹͖̱̗̟͙̳̰̹̳̩͞oͧͨͨ̒̔̄̈̒͗̒̒͐̀ͣͭ͗͏̧̯̬̳͕͖̻̭̭̪̤̼͉͍̟̻́͝͠u̡͇͍͔͖͔͔̘̺̦̙̺̳͙̼͍̻͍̮̒̍̈͗ͮ̒̏ͭͣͪ̊̍ͧ̽ͣ̈́̓͗͢͝.

[[Allan's now left the building. He's coming for you, Michael. And he might come after people on the way, too. When commenting, put a little message in the subject line if you just want monster harassment, injury (you can be specific!), or death. And I would rather not have to do large fight scenes, since I really dislike doing big long ones.]]

{{OOC: Reisen's thread is the last thread to happen chronologically.}}

{{OOC: I can't have my laptop plugged in while it's charging because it'll probably give me a goddamn seizure. Sorry guys, no replies tonight. Possibly tomorrow, too.}}

Seventeen [Audio + Action]

brbpouncingyou — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 19:27:17 GMT

[[If you're anywhere near 949 Beulah Street, you might notice that all of the top floor windows have been broken, and assorted things had been thrown out the window to shatter them. You can hear Allan rambling angrily about something, but nobody can be sure as to what he's really mad about. Not yet, anyway.

He throws a shoe at the wall, which bounces off and leaves the phone off the hook.]]

...fucking liars... how could they? They said.... ugh, those fucking assholes.

Teach me to trust people, yeah right.

[[Allan's been infected by Asura's CUH-RAY-ZEE. His paranoia and worry about people judging/not accepting him has been spiked from a very low to a medium-high, and it only getting worse. He's hallucinated people saying mean things about him, imagining he's had phonecalls from all his friends where they've insulted him. He's incredibly unstable, so people who want to tag with Action should be careful. You might get attacked. People on the phones will get cussed out, as well.]]

Sixteen [Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 06:11:17 GMT

...

[[Allan's a bit quiet. After having a slightly-traumatizing death, he's not really all that uppity or witty as usual. Just quiet.]]

Thanks for all the gifts, everyone.

[[But he has received gifts in the mail, from people, and from the town.

He's got his extra lung capacity back.]]

...So. Uh. Who's up for New Year's?

Fourteen [Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 05:35:33 GMT

...five days 'til Christmas. Y'think they're gonna throw anything at us again? I mean, it's been ten years since I got here. Not that I'm complaining. Best ten years in my life, guys. But you'd think it'd at least be the 60's by now? Sheesh.

[[Allan's twenty-nine! He's got scars from wounds on his chest, slashes on his face, scarred hands, a chunk of his left ears missing, and a line across his nose. And his claws, those too. He's had to ditch his Hunter outfit, since it doesn't fit too well. He's learned to sew kind of poorly, but he's modified an overcoat to have a hood in it. He's found that teaching children -- even drone children -- isn't so bad, so he teaches on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. He's nicer than he used to be, but still kind of a dick. Also, in the cold war, Allan's pro-Russia. Sorry, America. He's also feeling overworked and is suffering from a bit of depression.]]

Thirteen [Audio/Action]

brbpouncingyou — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 15:39:13 GMT

...Mom?

[[There's the sound of someone's voice. Someone familiar if you know Allan/Hunter. But it's not quite the same. This person's voice sounds... healthier. Clearer. Lighter. Softer.]]

Mom? Dad? Where... where are you? You said we were all going to watch the news together. The government was warning us, right?

[[There's footsteps coming towards the phone. Looks like someone's noticed the phone off the hook.]]

...Hello? Is somebody there? If so, please, tell me where I am! Tell me...

[[He goes quiet. Something's wrong.]]

Who is Allan? And Michael?

[[Clink clink. The sound of metal on metal can be heard.]]

...Am I one of them?

Where are my parents?!

[[And he starts sounding frantic. He's run outside by now. And he forgot to hang up the phone. If anyone sees 'Allan,' they'll see a healthy-looking teenager with blue eyes and a non-duct taped outfit. He's torn off the tape.]]

Nine [Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 02:51:55 GMT

I'm Spiiiiderman.

So, guys? Who wants to be in a band? It'll be friggin' awesome. For now, it's just Yui and I, but we want more people. Who's interested?

And on the note of things of interest... What's the deal with there being a group of people from Flora's world showing up? S'not a bad thing. I'm just curious.

And Sasuke, did you ever find a way out?

Oh, uh.

[[Filtered from Pyro. Mostly unhackable.]]

...Does anyone know how to get someone to stop smoking?

[[Filtered to Tifa. Mostly unhackable.]]

I've been practicing, I want you to hear me.

Seven [Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 19:33:45 GMT

Hey. Hey guys. Hey guys. Life is fucking awesome.

[[Hunter's obviously in a good mood today. You'll probably find out why if you ask. Or maybe you'll find out later.]]

I missed being able to jump so much, guys. So, uh, if I'm jumping onto and off of your roof, don't get mad. I'm just havin' fun.

Life is so good! Everyone's okay, the sun is back out, I'm feeling amazing, Flora's going to be okay, and I've got someone to-

[[He catches himself there, and laughs wryly for a moment.]]

Well, that's nobody's business.

Anyway, guys, I wanna see what you all got!

Oh, and, yeah. I've got a name now! You can call me Allan. And my birthday's gonna be December 13th.

Six [Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 01:47:18 GMT

...remind me to never go against an angry group of drones, guys?

Five [Action + Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 19:25:21 GMT

[[Hunter was outside for a morning jog when the storm hit. Specifically, the park. Now he's running all the way home, slipping on his own feet. Even before he gets home, he's muddy, scratched up, and generally miserable looking. He has not been having a good week. With having to deal with newfound emotions, the fire, still being unable to cook, and a friend's injury all on his mind as well, he just feels miserable.

By the time he gets home, he just wants to go to sleep and forget everything. But that's not happening any time soon. Once he gets inside, he starts to leave a message.]]

I...

[[He pauses, and then sighs.]]

...fuck it. I don't even know what to say. Fuck this shit. Just...

...fuck.

{{OOC: If anyone tries to bother him, they'll most likely be hung up on. ~~That doesn't mean they can't go harass him at home, though~~.}}

Four [Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 23:13:48 GMT

So! Halloween seemed pretty good, right? Right?

Even the TPing and eggs. That was a nice touch. But by the way, retard? You TP and egg on the night before Halloween. Do it right, fuckwit.

But anywho.

Francis sucks.
Mia needs to pick up her cake.
I need to talk to Nate.
And Spy.

And is there anything else I'm forgetting?

[[After a moment.]]

Oh, yeah. Teta's the best seamstress in the town. Seriously, you guys. She's amazing.

Three [Action]

brbpouncingyou — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 03:19:21 GMT

[[ON THIS FINE DAY, Hunter's trying to bake his cake. It's not turning out so well. He added the wrong amount of eggs, flour, and it's too runny. After desperately trying to fix it, he loses his temper. He runs out the front door wearing an apron that says 'Kiss the Cook' on it, though it's covered in splotches of... some kind of foodstuffs. Carrying the mixing bowl, he bounds up the front steps, then chucks the contents out onto the road. He throws the bowl aside onto the grass, then proceeds to scream at the concoction.]]

FUCK YOU, YOU INFERNAL PIECE OF SHIT. WHY THE FUCK IS BAKING SO HARD? STUPID PIECE OF CRAP. HARDLY WORTH MY TIME. FUCK EGGS, FUCK MILK, FUCK FLOUR ESPECIALLY, AND FUCK EVERY OTHER INGREDIENT. FUCK THIS SHIT.

Two [Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 23:19:56 GMT

Can someone explain to me why the drones won't shut up about me "not being at school, teaching the bright angelic children?"

[[He laughs meanly at that.]]

As if any of you punks are angelic. No offense, guys.

[[His fingers drum on the desk, making 'tunk-a-tunk-tunk' sounds.]]

I suppose I'll get forced to do my job if I don't do it, won't I?

[[Sighing, he stops drumming his fingers.]]

Oh, and...

[[He tries to put on a filter, but it doesn't work exactly as planned.]]

I guess I owe you a cake, Mia. Teach me to bake, won't you?

[[He filters again, but this time correctly. It's sent out only to Road, Spy, and Ai.]]

If you guys want to go on a hunt for one of the drone families, tell me. I've gotta organize this thing. Mind you... it's not for food this time. Keep quiet about that.

First [Accidental Audio]

brbpouncingyou — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 18:23:08 GMT

What the hell is this?!

[[There's the sound of footsteps running around the room, then a quick pause, after which the footsteps continue.]]

This isn't another hallucination, is it?

[[BANG. It sounds like something just a hit a wall.]]

Guess not. Ow

[[More footsteps, then the sound of a bed creaking as something lands on it. There's silence for a few moments, then the sound of sniffing.]]

...It smells clean. This definitely isn't the city. The city's not clean. And it's definitely not this sunny, either.

[[Thhhuck. That's the sound of a window opening.]]

Oh, wow. I'm definitely not in the city.

Application

brbpouncingyou — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 15:27:40 GMT

Name: Stephen

Personal LJ: interrobangings

Contact Info: AIM: ddrwakalaka
MSN: tamalelocokid@hotmail.com

Character Name: Hunter (Choose a last name!)

Character Series: Left 4 Dead (Original Character)

Character Age: Birthday on December 5th 1988. It's 2008 in his world.

Background: Before the zombie apocalypse, "Hunter" was your average young adult. He worked a boring job (bagging groceries), attended high school (doing a victory lap for better credits), and lived at home with his parents. But he was the star of the track team, so life was pretty cool. He was a fast runner. He'd even been offered a few scholarships because of it, and he was planning to go to college to help out the family. Life was pretty good, in all honesty.

But then the infected came. Running home from school in his track outfit (a hoodie and sweatpants with duct tape added to be stylish), he was chased by the infected. Luckily, he escaped. At first, there were only a few, so "Hunter" stayed at home, stockpiling food, drinks, and weapons. He hadn't a clue where his parents were, but he assumed that they had become one of the infected. There weren't so many infected, so he fought them off. But then more came. And more. And more. Eventually, there was a small mob had taken over the city. There was nothing that could be done. In his last few minutes, "Hunter" tried his best to fight off the infected... but to no avail. He lost, blacking out.

Once he awoke, he realized that he wasn't quite human anymore. He watched in horror as his fingers grew into horrible claws, his teeth elongating into sharp fangs, and his chest felt as if it were contorting and writhing within him. It hurt more than anything he had ever experienced. He screamed and yelled, wishing for death, since the pain was so bad. But there was nothing to be done.

Once his transformation was complete, he stumbled outside, staring out at the ruined city. However, he began to hear gunfire coming from somewhere nearby. He ran towards the scene, not realizing how fast he was. There were people there, trying to fight off the infected.

And then he had a mean thought. If they were still alive, why couldn't he be? It wasn't fair.

So he jumped onto one of the humans, then began to tear them to pieces, biting and ripping. Once he was done, he was covered in blood, and his stomach was full. It felt good. The other survivors were screaming and pointing at him, shouting, “Hunter! It's a Hunter!” He decided to take that as his name, seeing it fitting. And with that, he went on to slay the other survivors

He remained in the city for a month or two, losing his humanity slowly. Nothing was going right for him anymore. He simply continued to wander the streets, looking for more food, occasionally having to eat a dead body or two. This is what he's been doing ever since.

Personality: Hunter is somewhat of an asshole. He cracks mean jokes, he's egotistical, he talks down to people, and is generally abrasive to others. For example, he'll approach some one, taunting them while trying to get his point across, whatever it may be. However, if the person he's speaking to isn't human – or isn't human anymore – he'll be a little bit less rude. If he spoke to another infected or something else, like a transformer, for example, he'd tend to be a little less rude. He's cocky, and acts like he's better than everyone else.

However, the reason he's so abrasive to the 'living' is due to the fact that he is not. He wishes to be one of them again, but never will be. And while he generally eats human flesh, he can eat the meat of something else in a pinch. On that note, the flesh he eats can belong to a living or dead being. Though he doesn't admit it, he dislikes killing, but he knows that it's necessary for his survival.

If someone manages to befriend Hunter, his truer colours can be seen. Inside, he's constantly fighting his inner demons to try to stay 'sane' to a degree. He also worries that he will eventually lose control of himself and turn into a complete monster. While he can be crude and rude, he sometimes has little ways of being somewhat nice to people who are nice to him.

Hunter's secret wish is to find someone for himself. He consciously suppresses that wish, only because he believes it will not happen, due to his current state. This is what also causes him to be reluctant to even make friends with people, since he believes that infected and living cannot co-exist.

Since he's usually causing fear, Hunter doesn't fear much. But the things he does fear terrify him. His biggest fear is having his mind eventually deteriorate into a state where he is no longer in control. Hunter's other minor fears include fire, explosives, and large bodies of water, as he cannot swim and fire is painful.

For fun, Hunter likes to run around and/or chase things. Since he's a quick runner even without the infection, he takes great pride in his ability to run.

Due to his mutation, he's forgotten a large amount of his previous life, such as his parents, his real name, where he lived, what his school was... The majority of things.

Abilities: Increased lower body strength, ability to pounce and jump long distances, ability to scale small buildings, enhanced lung capacity, enhanced oxygen intake, running ability from pre-infection.

Sample Entry:
Here's one, and here's two.