The Howl | Horror/Adventure RP

[Grim]

The Howl

Introduction 

In the wild nature of Canada, a summer camp lies, Hacket’s Quarry Summer Camp. With gorgeous views of the mountains and lakes combined with countless fun activities to do, Hacket’s Quarry is fully booked, every single summer. Ofcourse, the camp needs councillors to monitor the kids and take care of the cabins. 9 young adults get hired for the job to take care of the kids, whom 2 never showed up. After a long summer of monitoring kids and cooking macaroni, the kids gets send home and the councillors can finally go home. They all prepared to hop into the vans and go home, untill it seems all the vans have been sabotaged. All of the Rotor arms have been stolen, which makes it impossible for the vans to leave the property. Mr. Hacket, the camp’s owner, suspiciously freaks out and advises to group to stay inside the lodge and not go outside at night before riding of without giving a clue where too. Ofcourse, the group decided to end this Demons of a summer with one last camp fire party. Everything goes to plan untill 2 run out into the woods, with only 1 leaving un-injured. The second guy got viciously attacked by something, his leg torn to pieces. Soon after everything else goes wrong. Other councillors dissapear, the bitten acts strange and weird hunters roam the woods. Will they find out what happened or will they all die, one by one?

Where the Wolf’s go, Ravens follow

Rules and guidelines
1) Follow the following rules
2) replies must be atleast 1 paragraph long. If not possible, please tell me.
3) Keep things PG-13; no extreme gore, NSFW acts and such.
4) If you join, I expect you to be active.
5) Communicate with the rest of the group. Whether it’s about a character idea or a scene.
6) Character Age range is 20-28
7) it’s most likely not going to happen, but I have the rights to deny your character.

Notes
This RP is HEAVILY based of off the game “The Quarry”
Warning the game is very gory, but I will keep it all PG13.
This RP is pretty difficult to understand and host, so if you have any questions, feel free to message me.
This is going to be a discover and remember RP, meaning there will be a board in the discussion thread that adds things once discovered. Also, I will be giving you choices(polls) many times in the RP, your choices affect how the story goes.
This RP is going to be very slow paced.
Discussion thread : horserealityrpgs.proboards.com/thread/72/howl-3-closed-discussion-thread

World building


Red area : The main building. Contains : cafeteria and dining hall, nurses office, Mr. Hacket’s office, councillor cabins and storage room.
orange area : the storage building/garage (bad weather) contains : Storage space, garage and small office.
yellow area : The radio tower. Contains : radio equipment used for broadcasting and announcements.
green area : the kid cabins and oak square. Contains : 10 cabins for 2 children and a playground.
light blue area : the pool. Contains : locker rooms, changing rooms, A small office and a pool.
dark blue area : the Hacket mansion. Contains : many empty or trashed rooms, a wine cellar and a basement with electric cages.
pink area : the dock. Contains : 6 paddle boats, 2 motor boats, lockers, small office and balcony.
purple area : the island. Contains : a treehouse, activity zones and a dock.


The scrapyard(not on the map) contains : Zone A(Car chassis’s and junk), Zone B(Flattened Car chassis’s and junk), Zone C(Intact cars and a metal crane) Lights are motion detecting.
Northkill police station (Not on the map) contains : 2 big cells, 2 offices, canteen and empty rooms.

The beginning

At the main building, The councillors are getting ready to leave, the dust Cloud of the kid bus still in the air. With Chris Hacket in his office, Ryan underneath the raised cabin, Emma and Abigail talking on the stairs and Nick inside the building. Everyone is throwing their last stuff in the vans, ready to leave. 

The night before. (Feel free to skip reading this, it’s just extra info.)
”Keep driving Max! We’re nearly there” Laura said, her eyes fixated on the map “I think…” Max chuckled in response, blowing some of his brown hair from his face. “We should take the detour” He suggested, taking a quick glance at the map before returning his gaze to the dark road in-front of them, his grip tightening around the steering wheel. “No, we shouldn’t” Laura said back, looking up at the big moon above them. The forest was dark at night, really dark. “I can barely see anything” Max said, moving closer to the window, trying to see better. “We shouldn’t have went the night before” “It’s fine, don’t worry Laura” “I don’t know, Max…” Max sighed before speeding up some more. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the headlights and a loud bang was hearable, they hit the figure. “Oh my god! What was that!?” Laura exclaimed, her eyes wide and looking through the back window, trying to see if ,whatever that was, was okay. “It- it must’ve been a deer or something!” Max said back, hoping that’ll comfort his girlfriend. “It can’t be! It looked human…” Max suddenly lost control over the steering wheel, turning left into the forest and crashing in the mud. “Oh my god, Max!?” “God, Are you okay?!” “Yeah, i’m fine…” Laura and Max stepped out of the car, Max opening the hood and checking if the car was okay. Laura looked around before turning back to Max, leaning towards him. “I’ll go look for some help or something…” Laura walked into the forest, looking around herself as she did. “Laura…” A soft whisper flowed with the wind, making Laura shiver and looked around. “Hello?” Laura said, looking around with a frightened look. “Laura…!” The whisper said again, this time much louder, like it was closer. Laura turned around and sprinted back to the car, panting as she climbed back into the car, next to Max, who had already got back in. “You good?” Max said, his voice slight confused. “Y-yeah… I’m just tired, I think…” She said back. “Who’s that?!” Laura suddenly exclaimed, looking out of the window of Max’s side. A man stood in front of the window, wearing a police uniform. Max rolled down the window. “Hey” “what are you two doing here.” “We’re going to Hacket’s Quarry summer camp, we are councillors.” “You should go to the hotel 2 Miles away, now” “No thanks, sir” Max said back, staring the car again. “We’re headed to the camp” “No, Go there, now” “why?” “Just go there!” The man said back, clearly angry. “Okay okay…” Max said before closing the window and backing out of the bushed, back onto the road. “Weird man…” Laura said before Max drove off, towards the camp, even though the police officer said not to.

30 minutes later…

”Here we are!” Max said with a smile, shutting of the car and hopping out, Laura following him closely. “It looks quite eerie at night… don’t you think?” Max said, Laura letting out a nervous chuckle afterwards. “Don’t say that!” She said, softly stomping him on his upper arm. “Are the doors open?” Max asked before going up the stairs, quickly rattling the door and stepping back, leaning against the rail. “Mr Hacket said it would be, but it seems it isn’t then” Laura sighed, walking back down the stairs. She walked underneath the cabin, towards the big but shut doors. “This is the basement, right Max?” Laura asked before placing one of her eyes infront of the gap inbetween the large metal doors. It was dark inside, all she could see was some stairs going down and the shelves at the beginning of the room at the end of the stairs. Suddenly, Laura spotted a figure in the darkness, it looked human. “What…” she whispered to herself before standing back up and turning around, facing Max. “There’s someone in there…” “What?” Max chuckled, his face confused. “Take a look!” Laura said, pushing Max towards the doors, forcing him to look through the gap. “Where did you- huh…” Max stopped mid sentence before pulling back and turning towards Laura. “You’re right…” “I told you!” “Would they need help?” Laura shrugged before walking towards the door and pulling the door. To their surprise, the door opened. “Oh…” Laura looked back at Max before going down the first steps. “Hello?” Her voice echoed through the large room, giving it a creepy feeling. The figure seemed to have disappeared, maybe they’re just seeing things… they’ve been up for long anyway. Laura and Max walked further down the steps, into the basement. “I’ll stay up here, you explore” Max said, staying out at the bottom stairs, leaning against the wall. “Sure, scaredy cat!” Laura said with a giggle before turning around and walking further into the basement. Laura walked over to one of the shelves, inspecting the stuff on top of it. There were some old wooden carvings, mugs and boxes, lots of boxes. Suddenly, a loud yelp was hear from behind her, from infront of the stairs. Laura turned around with a swift move, her eyes wide and her face holding a frightened look. There he laid, Max, on the ground, gasping for air. “Max?!” Laura said before running over to him, kneeling beside him and grabbing onto his arm. His jacket was ripped, his arm now holding 3 deep cuts, blood slowly gushing out, all over his sleeve. “Oh my god!?” Laura yelled, holding onto Max even tighter. Suddenly, a strong sting appeared in her neck, making her fall onto the ground from a sudden dizziness. The last thing Laura saw before passing out, was the police officer, an syringe in his hand.

[mainehorse]

Evelyn opens up the boot of one of the vans. She had a backpack over her shoulders, and a duffle bag sitting beside her feet. She hadn't packed too much to take, just what she would have needed for the duration of camp, and now camp was over for the year. It was time to get going and head back home. She wasn't sure how to feel about that. On one hand, she was looking forward to being back with her family. But at the same time, the idea of returning back to daily life again was still daunting and she wasn't sure if she was ready. Being a camp counselor had been her attempt to get away from a bit and decompress after active duty. And... it had, somewhat anyway. But she still wasn't sure if she was ready to return to her normal daily life... whatever that would consist of now. She really wasn't sure. She had enlisted as soon as she turned eighteen, so she really hadn't had a chance to build up much of a life prior to all that. So now, she would have to figure out what it was she would want from life. At least she'd have her mother and younger brother around once she got back home she mused as she slips her backpack off her shoulders and sets it in the boot of the van. Leaning over, she picks up the duffel bag from where it sat at her feet and sets it down beside her backpack in the boot. That was everything she had brought. She was all packed up. And yet... something just felt off. She hadn't forgotten anything, so she wasn't sure what it could be.

[Grim]

Saul struggled opening the door to the raised terrace, his backpack over his shoulders and his duffel bags in his hands. He shouldn’t have packed this much, should’ve just let the other duffel bag at home. But whatever, it was too late now, they were already about to head back home. Saul had missed his home, his own bed, his parents. But, he choose to be here, so he shouldn’t complain. He stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over Abigail and Emma. “Sorry” He chuckled before turning around the stairs and walking towards the blue van. He dropped his bags before opening it, not even wanting to try opening the trunk with his heavy bags still in hand. The trunk door had nearly hit his head, again. Saul remembered the first day of camp, when he grabbed all his stuff. The trunk door had hit him on his forehead. He could’ve avoided it but no, he just had to forget to duck. Whatever, that bruise on his head taught him his lesson. Saul placed his bags to the side before sliding his backpack of his shoulders and placing it on top of the other bags. He sighed and pushed some of his curly hair from before his eyes, knowing he still had to pick up his guitar from his room. So there he went again, up the stairs and back into the main building, his necklaces rattling as always.

[brooke0518]

Tony, with the strap to his duffel bag over his shoulder, turns to face the cabin that he had been staying in, inserting the key into the lock, to ensure that it was secure. The last thing that they all needed, were some ruffians out in the middle of the woods, to try and crash in the campground, since there would be no one there to catch them. It had been......different....to say the least. Being out here, compared to the city, was something that he hadn't envisioned for himself, but his family had insisted that he needed a change of scenery. He had come home for a bit, for college, but according to his family, his whole personality, which had been this way ever since he lost his brother, had been nothing but short. He just hated being at home sometimes, but his parents just wanted him to come home. As the only living child that his parents had, they wanted to spend more time with him, which was moot, when the only thing that he did when he arrived, was lock himself up in his room. But his parents figured, that with a new responsibility and a change of scenery, would be good for him, and so they had only agreed to pay for his transfer from community college to university, if he agreed to spend a summer here in the woods. While he had to admit, that being out here wasn't too bad, since he seemed to have a soft spot for younger children, he was ready to go home, and get back to school. Walking down the worn steps, he makes his way over to one of the vans. All he needed to do, was handle the couple of hours drive from the mountains to the city, and then everything would be back to normal.

[mainehorse]

Evelyn turns her head slightly when she hears two sets of footsteps approaching the vans. Since her belongings were settled, she limps away from the van, she figured that she could probably offer one of the others a hand with their bags. At least one of them, Tony she believed she had heard him referred to as well, seemed to be quite eager to get back home, back to whatever normal life was for him. She had mostly stuck to working with the kids while the camp was in session, so she couldn't say that she knew too much about either of them. But she had noticed that Tony wore a dog tag necklace, so she figured that he likely was either related to someone who served or was at least close with someone who had, since it didn't seem likely that he himself had served. But she couldn't be sure. She never wore her own dog tag necklace. The fact that she was left with a pronounced limp from an old shrapnel wound was enough of a reminder of that time in her life, and she didn't need anything else that reminded her of that. It still ached sometimes, even now that it was healed and she had finished enough physical therapy to get around on it alright. But that was easy to ignore compared to some of the things that she had seen. She shakes her head slightly, to rid her mind of those memories as Tony approached the van she was standing by. "Would you like a hand with your bags?" She asks. She wasn't sure what else to do in the meantime, before it was time to head out. So she figured she might as well help out.

[brooke0518]

Walking up to the van, with the full intention of placing his two bags inside, Tony turns just a little bit, hearing a voice from just behind him. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes fall on Evelyn, one of the other camp counselors. So far, as far as he could tell, she was the only woman counselor, since both he and Saul were the only guys here. It had apparently, not been too awkward for Evelyn to be the only woman counselor here, but she wasn't exactly feminine. The look on her face, was one that he recognized, the face of someone who served. But unlike the person, that he knew, who had served, she seemed to have come back alright. He couldn't deny that he was a bit envious, that her life had been spared, even though his feelings were of no concern to her. It was hard to see someone who served, knowing that one of the most important people in his life, hadn't been able to come back. It was why he was wearing the silver dog tag necklace, that was currently around his neck. She did seem to have a limp, but that was something that some soldiers came back with.....an injury, or some form of mental distress. Looking at his bags, he shrugs, handing her the duffel bag. He had two bags with him, one big duffel bag, and one simple backpack. The duffel bag was for the bigger, more important things, while the backpack was for hikes, and slightly more personal items. "Sure, if you want." He says, waiting for her to take the bag.

[Grim]

Saul walked through the hall, the wooden floor creaking underneath him, until he reached the room he had shared with Tony, and opened the door. He grabbed the guitar case by the neck and turned around, walking back over the creaky floor. Oh how much he hated that floor. It may sound stupid, and it pretty much is. But, whenever Saul went to the bathroom at night, he’d wake everyone up with how loud it was. He walked back down the stairs and back to the van. He glared to the side as he placed his guitar in the back, quickly looking at Tony and Evelyn, who seemed to be dropping of their stuff too. Saul hadn’t talked much with them throughout the camp, despite sharing a room with one of them. They seemed more… distant? Saul wasn’t sure, but they weren’t as talkative as him. Whatever, they were already about to leave, he’ll probably never see them again. Unless they decide to be counsellors again next summer, like Saul decided he would. He liked it here, became a sort of second home. Chris Hacket became a sort of second dad, one that was actually there instead of constantly working and going out. Little him would’ve never imagined his older self working here. But Saul likes being here, his second home.

[mainehorse]

Evelyn nods slightly, taking the duffel bag from him. She could tell that he seemed a bit... envious of her. Which further confirmed her thoughts that he must have known, and lost someone who served. Serving in the military was definitely dangerous. She had lost many of her own comrades during the fighting. But she had no way of knowing if whomever he had lost had possibly been one of the soldiers she fought alongside or not. Either way... he didn't know her story either. There were times when she honestly wondered why her life had been spared, and if it was some sort of sick joke that life was playing on her. She had lost her father when he fell in the line of duty, long before she enlisted. She had done so because she wanted to make him proud. And during her time serving, she had seen people she held close to her heart fall as well. And that did leave the lingering question in her mind of... why them? Why not her? Why couldn't she have saved them? "I don't know who it is you lost... but either way, I'm sorry for your loss. It's never easy to lose someone you hold dear to your heart" she says, setting the duffel bag down in the boot of the van. Her tone was gruff but sincere. She knew what it felt like to lose someone like that. She glances over to Saul when she notices he was looking in their direction and quirks an eyebrow slightly. She wasn't sure if he was listening to their conversation or not, but she supposed it was of little matter. Even if he picked up on something here or there, they were getting ready to leave now anyway.

[Grim]

Saul quickly looked back at his guitar and pushed it up straight, making sure it wasn’t going to fall over or something in that direction. He pushed some hair out of his face before closing the trunk, turning around and walking back to the building. He walked towards one of the support beams, kicked away some rocks and sat against the beam, the evening sun shining on his face, even though his hair blocked out most of the light. He hadn’t heard a thing about what Evelyn and Tony talked about, not that he cared. He didn’t know much about them, but they had something in common. The military. He had seen the dog tag necklace around Tony’s neck. He must’ve served then? Saul wasn’t sure, he barely knew anything about that. And Evelyn had served herself, which he thought was pretty impressive. Not that he’s sexist, he finds everyone who serves in the military impressive and thinks they deserve respect. It’s not something he would do. Saul prefers to play guitar and fixing cars at his job, which was nothing compared to that. He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard footsteps above him, going down the stairs. It was Nick, he was walking towards the blue van, the van with his stuff in it, the keys rattling in his hand. He seemed to be opening the drivers door and sitting down on the chair. He put in the keys and turned it, yet nothing but a soft rattle was hearble.

[brooke0518]

Looking over at Evelyn, after handing her one of his bags, Tony raises an eyebrow a bit, feeling a bit wary. "How did you know that someone close to me, served?" He asks. He wasn't sure how she could've gotten that idea, since he never talked about his family. He never mentioned his family, much less his older brother. That information was much too personal to tell Evelyn or Saul. Saul had appeared to ask him some questions, regarding where he came from, and some information about him, and he had humored him a little. But there was no way that he was going to be talking about his brother, not here. His brother was nine years older than him, so there was no way that he could've possibly served with Evelyn, not for her to know him, anyways. It had been incredibly crushing, to lose his older brother, and idol. It hadn't motivated him to join the military, since he knew how incredibly painful it could be, that, and he didn't want his parents to be without two kids. Looking at the van, he grasps the handle, so that he could get in, when he notices, that while the keys had been inserted into the ignition, no sound came out, and the van, rather than rumbling to life sat there, completely quiet and unmoving.

[mainehorse]

"You're wearing a dog tag necklace... most people don't wear those unless they either have served themselves or know someone who has. And... your demeanor reminds me of me when I lost someone I love who served. Call it an educated guess I suppose. You don't have to elaborate on it, I won't ask who it was. I know it can be a touchy subject. I just figured that I'd remind you that you're not alone." Evelyn says as she closes the boot of the van. She wasn't going to press for any more information. She wouldn't want to share much about what she had gone through either, so she wouldn't expect him to. But perhaps it would do him good to know that there were others out there who had been through similar losses. She had found that knowing she wasn't alone had helped when she had lost her father all those years ago. At the very least, it wouldn't hurt to at least leave him with that knowledge, and maybe it would encourage him to reach out once he got back home and find others that he could speak with.

[Grim]

Saul raised a brow at the rumbling of the engine. something was wrong, that’s for sure. He stood up, brushed the dirt and dust of his pants before walking over to the van and leaning against the door frame. “What’s the problem?” He asked, looking at Nick. “It’s not starting.” Saul couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, thinking it was pretty obvious that the van wasn’t starting. He looked over at the dashboard. The van had enough fuel, meaning it’s probably an engine issue. Saul walked around the blue van and opened the hood, lifting it up and placing the little support ‘beam’ underneath. He leaned on the front, looking at the engine from above. It seemed fine at a first glance, but if you looked closely as the center of the engine, The distributor cap was slightly loose, meaning someone must’ve removed the cap. Saul took off the cap. There it was, the rotor arm was gone, meaning the engine won’t start. He put the cap back on, closed the hood and walked back to Nick. “The rotor arm is gone, meaning it won’t and can’t start.” He said. “So, this can doesn’t work?” Saul looked at Nick with a slightly confused face, isn’t that what he just said? Whatever, everyone has their own way of understanding. “Yeah.” But, Saul did wonder where it went. Did some steal it?

[brooke0518]

Looking at his necklace, which he was fiddling a bit with his fingers, before letting it fall back into place, Tony returns his attention to Evelyn. "It's....complicated. I suppose....I appreciate the sentiment." He says. He really wasn't used to someone openly talking about this, though if Evelyn had served, or lost someone, clearly, she had read his body language like a book. He was certainly more expressive with his body language, than his facial expressions anyways. Looking back at the van, he catches the entire conversation between Saul, and Nick, the one in charge of the van. "What do you mean it's not starting? It was working not too long ago." He says. He knew next to nothing about cars and their parts, but someone saying that a van wouldn't start, was crystal clear to him. "So, what are we supposed to do? We can't just stay here. How far is it to the nearest town....or gas station? One of us can go down there, and phone for a tow truck or something." He says. Getting someone up here with a replacement part, was probably the best option, since they couldn't just walk back home, the distance was too far, and they couldn't leave the company owned van up here.

[mainehorse]

"It usually is... few things in life ever are completely simple." Evelyn says, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. She turns her head slightly when she catches wind of Saul and Nick's conversation. "Who on earth would just steal a rotor arm and leave? That's... odd to say the least. Whomever did it won't get all that much if there planning on selling it for money. If that was their reasoning... they likely would have taken something more valuable" she says, quirking an eyebrow slightly. The most expensive rotor arm she had seen had been going for a little over forty buck. That wasn't all that much in the grand scheme of things. It just wouldn't make sense to steal something worth forty bucks if one was needing money when there were other more lucrative parts they could have nabbed. "I saw another town on the way up here... don't know for sure how far away it was, but it was quite some distance from here. But that's probably our best bet. I don't mind a walk... I can walk out and see if I can get cell reception to call for a tow truck. That's probably our best best. It could take a while to get a replacement part out here. We'd likely need to have the van towed to a shop" she says. She had a bit of a limp, but she could walk. If anyone else wanted to come along, she wouldn't stop them. But she couldn't just wait around here instead of trying something to get them all out of here.

[Grim]

Saul leaned against the van, the evening sun light shining through the trees and onto his face. “People also use Rotor arms to make small bombs. They aren’t the most powerful ones, but they work.” He said shortly, pushing some of his coily hair out of his eyes. He nodded as Evelyn spoke, thinking her suggestion was a pretty good one. “If you do that, we’ll wait here and try and sort some stuff out.” Saul said before something popped up in his mind. If they stole one of this van, would they also have tried it with the other van? He stood up straight, walked around the van and opened the hood of the grey van. And just like he thought, this distributor cap was also a bit loose. Saul screwed it off, and sighed as he saw that the rotor arm of the second van, was also gone. He slammed the hood shut before walking back to Nick, Evelyn and Tony. “The other rotor arm is also gone” he said, his tone clearly disappointed and confused. Why would someone just steal the rotor arms of off vans and just disappear? Except for the making of small bombs, Rotor arms were worth nothing. Whoever it was, was confusing. But, they must’ve left any track, right? He looked back to the front of the hood, on the ground. The only footprints visible were his, meaning they must’ve been stolen days before or it was some sort of ghost.