The Mist - Hell on Earth (based off Stephen King's novella of the same name)

[Devault]

Devault just blinked as the supposed ghost greeted him, and he just shrugged silently, turning his eyes to the ground, awayfrom the pair who were apparently agreeing to hate each other. Whatever war they had been in was over, and as much as he wanted to hop into the arguement himself, he couldn't. When his eyes turned back to the ghost, he gave a slow nod to her, trying to figure out whether it really was some kind of ghost or not. Either way, he was stuck here and going to have to wait.

[PhantomStone]

"i don't need a mask, srry" ghost said gravley "any way, should we get a radio or smething to call for help" ghost said she wasn't here in this world when the war happened, she'd have to learn more eventually

[PhantomStone]

"we're not at war anymore" ghost said

[Devault]

Devault listened intently to the two, btu eventually just droned their arguing out. They were talking about some war, and some other things that were probably going on, but he couldn't care less at the moment. Hell, he didn't even care if he survived this anymore. With a flick of his tail he went to stare out the window at the monochromatic fog that rolled lazily by, yet never ended. It was more than calming to him.

[PhantomStone]

ghost sighed and was bored, she didn't know what to do, they would have to leave and get some energy soon, but what did they need, she could leave, but what if something bad happened, who would help them.

[Devault]

Devault just sighed as he let the two wander aimelssly about, probably after some futile effort to try and keep bad things form happening. No matter what was going on, he was positive that nothing would work in their favor, since everything seemed to be going againts them so far. Well, at least they were alive... Or was that such a good thing after all? He wasn't quite sure anymore. What he knew was this: Waiting tended to grind and augment the opposing viewpoints that were thrust against each other in such a small place as this. HE was sure tensions would arise somewhere... He just had to be elsewhere when it broke into a fight.

[PhantomStone]

ghost looked around at all the people on edge, the lynx wasn't tho, mabey he would help, she walked up to him and bent down to wisper in his ear, "listen tensions are high, mabey we should do something to try and lift some sprits, i got an i dea but i need ure help" ghost said looking at all the music players

[Devault]

Devault kept his entranced eyes focused on the blurry gray ahead of him, that gray that was so mezxmorizing, but apparently so deadly. With a groan, he tore his eyes unwillingly away from it to face the ghost behind him. As if it weren't strange enough what was happening, there was some kind of ghost as well. He just shook his head in response to that. "Tensions are high" he admitted, and turned to face the window again, either staring at his reflection or just spacing out. Probably the latter.

"But I don't hold any hope. People are stupid and stubborn" Those few words there summed up his worldview in a matter of moments apparently.

[Devault]

Devault heard the voice behind him and hardly stirred, staring out the window still and not even bothering to see who was behind him. If it was somebody who posed a danger, they would've killed him already. If not, they would just walk on by. Thankfully, he kept walking, and mumbled something udner his breath. The lynx wasn't really listening, but he groaned, wondering if he took his little comment to mean only humans. He just hated people in general.

[PhantomStone]

"fine" ghost said looking into the window, this guy was just sitting here, critisizing every one, ut all beings are like that, "ugg, i wish we could at least do something, sitting here, waiting for something to happen dosen't really do it for me" she said more to herself, looking around worried for the people who didn't get to the super market,

 (hey does anything happen here, or do we just sit here and wait for help.)

[Devault]

[Devault would suddenly start caring if something happened This is his own way of dealing with it, and that'd wake him riiiight up. Though I wonder if Terry's going to post...]

[Terry_Lane]

[Oh, sorry.]


Carlos took another sip from his can of juice. He watched a few furries nearby arguing, although he was too far away to tell what they were arguing over. He rolled his eyes and sighed, loudly enough to be audible. He was frustrated over his current situation, and the incessant bickering only served to make him feel even more so.

[PhantomStone]

ghost sighed, "what the heck re we supposed, to do, just sit here, or call for help soe way, or freaken fight our way out of here"

[Devault]

Devault just shook his head and leaned back against the shelf, crossing his arms and lowering his head, making sure thhat his eyes were shut. He just didn't have to care about anything and he would be alright. Just detatch himself from reality and reality will become a dream. Simple as that. "Wait" was his curt response.

[PhantomStone]

"laconic lynx" she grumbled, taking out an electric guitar, and plugging in hr ear phones, she started to play, every one had some way to calm down, this was her's.