Introduction
One night you are out walking when you are attacked.
Before you can do anything to defend yourself you are rendered unconscious.
When you wake up you are in a log cabin, in the middle of nowhere.
It is the middle of the night (possibly the same night, most likely a different night).
You are not alone.
There are eight of you in the same position.
You are each handcuffed to another person and there is no lock to pick.
On the table, a short distance away, is a note.
It reads:
By The End, One Will Live; The Rest Will Die
So, this is going to be a mystery RP. I was thinking of having all sorts of things happen, horrors, gore, surprises and twists and turns. I haven't decided exactly what I'm doing or where I'm going with this. But I am looking for input and ideas. As for characters, I'm thinking that anyone could be here from an ex-con, to an escaped prison; a high powered lawyer, to an old man. Each person has to be over the age of 18 though. And as to who they are handcuffed to, I will work that out once I have all eight players. I want them to be partnered with someone who they won't get along with as I'm thinking that each set of 2 players will have to make decision if they want to be the one to live.
Saying that, I won't just be killing characters off. I might if people want to drop out. But I'm hoping they won't. I'm also NOT having this like saw, so you don't have to worry about that. The question is will they try to work together to get everyone out alive, or will it be survival of the fittest?
On a side note, I am currently going to be moving in three weeks. I'm incredibly bored so setting this up now. I was going to wait, but I'm hoping with interest I'll get this going and I'll also find time to keep it going once I've moved. I don't think internet access will be a problem, but if it is I'll try and warn everyone first.
So, something easy to try and get me back into the art of RPing.
Crim <3
Before you can do anything to defend yourself you are rendered unconscious.
When you wake up you are in a log cabin, in the middle of nowhere.
It is the middle of the night (possibly the same night, most likely a different night).
You are not alone.
There are eight of you in the same position.
You are each handcuffed to another person and there is no lock to pick.
On the table, a short distance away, is a note.
It reads:
By The End, One Will Live; The Rest Will Die
So, this is going to be a mystery RP. I was thinking of having all sorts of things happen, horrors, gore, surprises and twists and turns. I haven't decided exactly what I'm doing or where I'm going with this. But I am looking for input and ideas. As for characters, I'm thinking that anyone could be here from an ex-con, to an escaped prison; a high powered lawyer, to an old man. Each person has to be over the age of 18 though. And as to who they are handcuffed to, I will work that out once I have all eight players. I want them to be partnered with someone who they won't get along with as I'm thinking that each set of 2 players will have to make decision if they want to be the one to live.
Saying that, I won't just be killing characters off. I might if people want to drop out. But I'm hoping they won't. I'm also NOT having this like saw, so you don't have to worry about that. The question is will they try to work together to get everyone out alive, or will it be survival of the fittest?
On a side note, I am currently going to be moving in three weeks. I'm incredibly bored so setting this up now. I was going to wait, but I'm hoping with interest I'll get this going and I'll also find time to keep it going once I've moved. I don't think internet access will be a problem, but if it is I'll try and warn everyone first.
So, something easy to try and get me back into the art of RPing.
Crim <3
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Narrator
Each one he stalked and picked off by flies. He chose his victims well, researched and planned this for months. He wanted it to go perfectly. He was a perfectionist and what he was doing was his so called 'work of art'. This was his baby. The thing that would get him noticed. People would never stop talking about him; that is if the people outside the place he'd created as his game found out. It was just a matter of time. Someone would eventually find out. But none of it could be traced back to him. He'd been extra careful.
He stood over the eight bodies that had been drugged and now lay unconscious on the floor. They were all handcuffed to one other victim. It was all part of his game.
One would live, the rest would die.
It was almost like survival of the fittest. If it was like that, he knew which person out of the eight that he'd place his bets on. This wasn't a simple game though. And predictions couldn't be made. After all, he had big plans. There may have been eight in the room currently, but that didn't mean that their were eight victims. It also didn't mean that one of the eight victims weren't also one of him. He could have easily been one of the victims. Inserting himself into the game at any point. Or getting someone else to do the dirty work for him. Mess with everyone's minds.
Not that the person they would spend the rest of their time cuffed to wouldn't do that for him. He'd been specific when he'd handcuffed people to each other.
First their was Reid. Now, he was a fine catch. Who would have thought he could catch someone like him. None of the victims knew each other so they wouldn't be able to guess why any of the others were here. It was up to his victims to reveal such information. Anyway, Reid was paired with Todd. He smiled as he kicked the two limp bodies before securing the cuffs.
Perfect.
Then there was Arian. The useless piece of shit. He was paired with a girl that couldn't even speak English. He couldn't even remember the girl's name. He'd heard her talking in a different language and thought that would be a great mix. She was his impulse kidnap. He'd found the right opportunity almost instantly.
Next there was Skylar. He was paired with Allyce. It was an odd combination. The nice guy with a MPD girl and one of them was a dominant male. How would that work out?
Then their were the two girls who were similar, Gerry and Faith. He had paired them in hope of a bitch fight because of their similarities but also because they were opposites as well. He had high expectations. But if he was disappointed, he could drug them again and swap people around. He had his ways to do that. He'd made sure when he'd built the log cabin in the woods specifically for this person.
The cabin was had two floors. The door was locked. and so were the windows. Every window was barred to avoid escape. If by any chance people did escape, well he had ways to stop them from trying again. Upstairs consisted of empty rooms. One was bolted locked with a metal door - completely different from the rest and the room was sound proofed so no noise could get in and out as well as whatever was inside it.
The downstairs had a bathroom (now that would be interesting) which consisted of one bath and a toilet ( and sink of course) no mirror. There was a simple kitchen that stocked most food in a pantry to the side. It would keep them alive, after all, he didn't want his subjects dying. Then there was the main room, where they were all lying now. This was empty as well. And that was it. He wondered if any of them would kill each other or if they'd die of boredom first. That, too, would be interesting to observe.
His hidden cameras were in place and he only had a couple of more jobs to do.
First he checked to see what was on everyone. He left Arian with one last drug supply, it would be interesting to see when he used it and then his withdrawal effects on the others. Would he use it straight away, or try to wait? So many interesting things. He left people with their music players, too. Only because he wondered who would drown out the reality of the situation and who would snap. He reckoned that Reid may snap at Todd, but he had no idea.
Again, human behaviour was so interesting.
He took every other item away then plugged a phone into the wall and placed it on a small table to the entrance of the cabin, right by the door. No outgoing calls could be made. Only incoming ones.
And lastly, the only other thing left to do. A note. He took the folded up piece of paper and put it by the phone. Everything was in place. Though they were handcuffed to one another, they could walk around the cabin - up and downstairs apart from that one room at the end of the hall upstairs. He glanced at the note once more:
By The End, One Will Live; The Rest Will Die.
Smirking, he then left the cabin and bolted it shut. They still wouldn't wake for several more hours, when it was the middle of the night.
Each one he stalked and picked off by flies. He chose his victims well, researched and planned this for months. He wanted it to go perfectly. He was a perfectionist and what he was doing was his so called 'work of art'. This was his baby. The thing that would get him noticed. People would never stop talking about him; that is if the people outside the place he'd created as his game found out. It was just a matter of time. Someone would eventually find out. But none of it could be traced back to him. He'd been extra careful.
He stood over the eight bodies that had been drugged and now lay unconscious on the floor. They were all handcuffed to one other victim. It was all part of his game.
One would live, the rest would die.
It was almost like survival of the fittest. If it was like that, he knew which person out of the eight that he'd place his bets on. This wasn't a simple game though. And predictions couldn't be made. After all, he had big plans. There may have been eight in the room currently, but that didn't mean that their were eight victims. It also didn't mean that one of the eight victims weren't also one of him. He could have easily been one of the victims. Inserting himself into the game at any point. Or getting someone else to do the dirty work for him. Mess with everyone's minds.
Not that the person they would spend the rest of their time cuffed to wouldn't do that for him. He'd been specific when he'd handcuffed people to each other.
First their was Reid. Now, he was a fine catch. Who would have thought he could catch someone like him. None of the victims knew each other so they wouldn't be able to guess why any of the others were here. It was up to his victims to reveal such information. Anyway, Reid was paired with Todd. He smiled as he kicked the two limp bodies before securing the cuffs.
Perfect.
Then there was Arian. The useless piece of shit. He was paired with a girl that couldn't even speak English. He couldn't even remember the girl's name. He'd heard her talking in a different language and thought that would be a great mix. She was his impulse kidnap. He'd found the right opportunity almost instantly.
Next there was Skylar. He was paired with Allyce. It was an odd combination. The nice guy with a MPD girl and one of them was a dominant male. How would that work out?
Then their were the two girls who were similar, Gerry and Faith. He had paired them in hope of a bitch fight because of their similarities but also because they were opposites as well. He had high expectations. But if he was disappointed, he could drug them again and swap people around. He had his ways to do that. He'd made sure when he'd built the log cabin in the woods specifically for this person.
The cabin was had two floors. The door was locked. and so were the windows. Every window was barred to avoid escape. If by any chance people did escape, well he had ways to stop them from trying again. Upstairs consisted of empty rooms. One was bolted locked with a metal door - completely different from the rest and the room was sound proofed so no noise could get in and out as well as whatever was inside it.
The downstairs had a bathroom (now that would be interesting) which consisted of one bath and a toilet ( and sink of course) no mirror. There was a simple kitchen that stocked most food in a pantry to the side. It would keep them alive, after all, he didn't want his subjects dying. Then there was the main room, where they were all lying now. This was empty as well. And that was it. He wondered if any of them would kill each other or if they'd die of boredom first. That, too, would be interesting to observe.
His hidden cameras were in place and he only had a couple of more jobs to do.
First he checked to see what was on everyone. He left Arian with one last drug supply, it would be interesting to see when he used it and then his withdrawal effects on the others. Would he use it straight away, or try to wait? So many interesting things. He left people with their music players, too. Only because he wondered who would drown out the reality of the situation and who would snap. He reckoned that Reid may snap at Todd, but he had no idea.
Again, human behaviour was so interesting.
He took every other item away then plugged a phone into the wall and placed it on a small table to the entrance of the cabin, right by the door. No outgoing calls could be made. Only incoming ones.
And lastly, the only other thing left to do. A note. He took the folded up piece of paper and put it by the phone. Everything was in place. Though they were handcuffed to one another, they could walk around the cabin - up and downstairs apart from that one room at the end of the hall upstairs. He glanced at the note once more:
By The End, One Will Live; The Rest Will Die.
Smirking, he then left the cabin and bolted it shut. They still wouldn't wake for several more hours, when it was the middle of the night.
It had been a wonderful day. The sun had been shining, the sound of gulls crying in the sky and a cooling salty breeze on his face. The music and revelry of the pier filled the air, and laughter was the order of the day. Sky had been out with friends, eating donuts, playing arcade games and lazing around on the beach. It had been a good start to his post-exam celebrations.
They had parted ways only as the sun set. There was a party tomorrow night (getting down on Friday, just for the chance to make jokes about Rebecca Black), and everyone wanted to get sleep beforehand. Or at least get home in time to get hold of some alcohol. He remembered an eerie emptiness about the streets of his home town as he walked from the train station through the night. There were people here and there, but less than usual. Maybe there was a football game on? He didn't keep up with that sort of thing. It had started to rain after he'd crossed the high street and started down towards his neighbourhood. To make matters worse, the street lights on one of the roads had died. A power outage, judging by the lack of lights in the houses' windows as well.
That's what he'd thought. Maybe he'd been right, but however it had happened, it had been planned. Timed - far too well.
Sky had vanished into the pitch blackness and hadn't walked out the other side. When his parents reported him missing the next day, a neighbour remembered seeing him only a few minutes away from home. It chilled Mark Evans that his son could be taken so close beneath his nose. Gloria Evans asked where he was, but her husband hadn't the heart to worry her so early on. He said he was sleeping at a friend's house. Gloria already suffered enough from her early-onset alzheimers without being worried by the absence of her son, who managed to care for her even when his father's patience wore out.
'If I had you, that would be the only thing I'd ever need!'
The music of Sky's iPod alarm, set to remind him to head home from the party early in order to check on his mother, woke him from his drug-induced slumber with a start. He took a sharp breath, as if waking from a nightmare, though he had no idea what he had been dreaming of. Blearily, he opened his eyes to try and register where he was. The grimy floorboards met his vision, and he groaned as the discomfort of lying on a hard floor all day became apparent.
'If I had you, money fame and fortune never could compete!'
"Uhg..." Almost absently, Sky reached into his pocket and prodded clumsily at the 'snooze' button on his iPod. The music stopped before it could start looping. The youth pushed himself upwards with his right hand, yawning and bringing his left up to rub his hair.
Or at least trying to. As his left wrist met resistance, Sky blinked and looked down. His eyes widened as they took in the handcuff, and widened further as they followed the link to the limp hand of the girl he was cuffed to.
It was at that point he started to realise he hadn't just fallen asleep on the floor of a party. Dread started to build in his chest as he scanned the room, taking in the other prone occupants around him. "Oh shit." he whispered, "Oh shit, where am I?"
Sky shook his head to clear his vision of sleep, breathing quickening in mild panic. "Hello?" The youth raised his voice slightly, "Is anyone else awake? Or here somewhere? Hello?"
No answer.
"Fuck." he swore again, shifting position to kneel up, staring around the room. It was barren, nothing apart from a few cushions and sparse furnishings in the form of a single table and a couple of stools. A door stood to the side of the room, as well as two doorways and a staircase opposite it. The door looked very much like a locked door. The windows were barred. That didn't help his panic levels.
His eyes were darting around like a trapped animal's now - horrified and distraught. Glancing down at the others in the room, he haphazardly reasoned that it would probably help his mobility and general claustrophobia if the person he were handcuffed to was: A) Awake and B) Confirmed to not be a psychopath.
With that in mind, Sky leaned over Allyce and shook her arm lightly, "Hello? Are you alright?" he asked softly.
They had parted ways only as the sun set. There was a party tomorrow night (getting down on Friday, just for the chance to make jokes about Rebecca Black), and everyone wanted to get sleep beforehand. Or at least get home in time to get hold of some alcohol. He remembered an eerie emptiness about the streets of his home town as he walked from the train station through the night. There were people here and there, but less than usual. Maybe there was a football game on? He didn't keep up with that sort of thing. It had started to rain after he'd crossed the high street and started down towards his neighbourhood. To make matters worse, the street lights on one of the roads had died. A power outage, judging by the lack of lights in the houses' windows as well.
That's what he'd thought. Maybe he'd been right, but however it had happened, it had been planned. Timed - far too well.
Sky had vanished into the pitch blackness and hadn't walked out the other side. When his parents reported him missing the next day, a neighbour remembered seeing him only a few minutes away from home. It chilled Mark Evans that his son could be taken so close beneath his nose. Gloria Evans asked where he was, but her husband hadn't the heart to worry her so early on. He said he was sleeping at a friend's house. Gloria already suffered enough from her early-onset alzheimers without being worried by the absence of her son, who managed to care for her even when his father's patience wore out.
'If I had you, that would be the only thing I'd ever need!'
The music of Sky's iPod alarm, set to remind him to head home from the party early in order to check on his mother, woke him from his drug-induced slumber with a start. He took a sharp breath, as if waking from a nightmare, though he had no idea what he had been dreaming of. Blearily, he opened his eyes to try and register where he was. The grimy floorboards met his vision, and he groaned as the discomfort of lying on a hard floor all day became apparent.
'If I had you, money fame and fortune never could compete!'
"Uhg..." Almost absently, Sky reached into his pocket and prodded clumsily at the 'snooze' button on his iPod. The music stopped before it could start looping. The youth pushed himself upwards with his right hand, yawning and bringing his left up to rub his hair.
Or at least trying to. As his left wrist met resistance, Sky blinked and looked down. His eyes widened as they took in the handcuff, and widened further as they followed the link to the limp hand of the girl he was cuffed to.
It was at that point he started to realise he hadn't just fallen asleep on the floor of a party. Dread started to build in his chest as he scanned the room, taking in the other prone occupants around him. "Oh shit." he whispered, "Oh shit, where am I?"
Sky shook his head to clear his vision of sleep, breathing quickening in mild panic. "Hello?" The youth raised his voice slightly, "Is anyone else awake? Or here somewhere? Hello?"
No answer.
"Fuck." he swore again, shifting position to kneel up, staring around the room. It was barren, nothing apart from a few cushions and sparse furnishings in the form of a single table and a couple of stools. A door stood to the side of the room, as well as two doorways and a staircase opposite it. The door looked very much like a locked door. The windows were barred. That didn't help his panic levels.
His eyes were darting around like a trapped animal's now - horrified and distraught. Glancing down at the others in the room, he haphazardly reasoned that it would probably help his mobility and general claustrophobia if the person he were handcuffed to was: A) Awake and B) Confirmed to not be a psychopath.
With that in mind, Sky leaned over Allyce and shook her arm lightly, "Hello? Are you alright?" he asked softly.
Reid shook his head, hauling himself into a sitting position, rubbing his baleful blue eyes with his right hand. What the fuck had happened to him. He'd just spotted a drop-dead gorgeous blonde, buxom, with legs that extended to heaven and back. She'd set his blood on fire. He'd wanted to give her his trademark red smile, then leave her to bleed in the alley.
His thoughts were brought to an abrubt end when he tried to push his glasses back up his nose, a reflex always performed with his left hand. The clatter of the handcuffs on the wooden floor, coupled with the strain of pulling a dead weight snapped Reid's head around like that of a predatory cat sensing its prey.
It was then he finally took in his surroundings. The room swam as whatever he had been slipped still clung on to his normally nimble mind. They appeared to be inside some sort of cabin, a bare bulb throwing out harsh light. Through the bars, he could glimpse the velvet blackness of the sky, pricked by stars.
Reid scratched his head and tugged on the chain again, testing its strength. When the thing he was chained to groaned and mumbled, his eyes swept downward, his free hand scrabbling for something to use as a weapon. When his eyes settled, he had to rain in the raucous chuckle that rumbled from his narrow stomach. Whoever had chained him to this dirtbag had a sense of humour.
They must have been watching him for a while. Whoever they were. This, however, was unimportant to Reid, as he had been presented with a room full of seemingly perfect targets. The two girls looked whiny and frail. The other women didn't appear to much of a challenge, and the men even less so.
However, it wouldn't do to kick the façade of frightened joe-businessman just yet. The thrill of this exercise would be in the hunt. Fooling these people into believing he was perfectly normal, and then killing them all, and escaping this twisted little game.
Reid chuckled softly. Even he could not have imagined something as warped and twisted as this. He would have to congratulate the orchestrator of this little scheme before slashing their throat. Brooding darkly, Reid tucked his knees under his chin, and settled down to wait for this sack of meat to stir.
His thoughts were brought to an abrubt end when he tried to push his glasses back up his nose, a reflex always performed with his left hand. The clatter of the handcuffs on the wooden floor, coupled with the strain of pulling a dead weight snapped Reid's head around like that of a predatory cat sensing its prey.
It was then he finally took in his surroundings. The room swam as whatever he had been slipped still clung on to his normally nimble mind. They appeared to be inside some sort of cabin, a bare bulb throwing out harsh light. Through the bars, he could glimpse the velvet blackness of the sky, pricked by stars.
Reid scratched his head and tugged on the chain again, testing its strength. When the thing he was chained to groaned and mumbled, his eyes swept downward, his free hand scrabbling for something to use as a weapon. When his eyes settled, he had to rain in the raucous chuckle that rumbled from his narrow stomach. Whoever had chained him to this dirtbag had a sense of humour.
They must have been watching him for a while. Whoever they were. This, however, was unimportant to Reid, as he had been presented with a room full of seemingly perfect targets. The two girls looked whiny and frail. The other women didn't appear to much of a challenge, and the men even less so.
However, it wouldn't do to kick the façade of frightened joe-businessman just yet. The thrill of this exercise would be in the hunt. Fooling these people into believing he was perfectly normal, and then killing them all, and escaping this twisted little game.
Reid chuckled softly. Even he could not have imagined something as warped and twisted as this. He would have to congratulate the orchestrator of this little scheme before slashing their throat. Brooding darkly, Reid tucked his knees under his chin, and settled down to wait for this sack of meat to stir.
A pounding of the brain was the first thing Faith consciously noted. For some reason, she longed to stay in the blackness for a little while longer. Faith searched her memory as to why that would be, but nothing seemed to stand out at the moment. Maybe if her headache would go away, everything would make sense in her brain. The sense of darkness was fading, and Faith fully woke and sat up with a sigh that quickly changed into a gasp.
Whereas she should have been at home in her bed, Faith was in a cabin with seven other people. She noticed that she wasn’t the only one awake. Another who was up as well was checking on the girl next to him. Her mind absently noted the cuff on his hand. Faith didn’t register the fact that the other half was connected to the girl for a good five minutes.
When it did, she tried to rub her eyes, thinking it must have been her imagination. Her right hand was jerked back, however, and Faith twisted around, confused. Her confusion turned into horror as she realized it hadn’t been a hallucination. She lightly prodded the person she was cuffed to, but received no response.
Faith searched her brain for any memories of how she might have been brought here. She finally remembered her job search from… When was that? Yesterday? The day before? No matter, she’d worry about that later, if ever. Every store, restaurant, and bar she’d applied at had replied in the same way:
”Thank you for your interest in working here. However, we’re afraid that all spots for your skills are filled up. Have a nice day.”
She’d lost track of the time and stopped for a bite to eat. When she had finally left, it was dark out. Faith strained to remember more after that, but came up with nothing until the point where she was at now. Great.
Whereas she should have been at home in her bed, Faith was in a cabin with seven other people. She noticed that she wasn’t the only one awake. Another who was up as well was checking on the girl next to him. Her mind absently noted the cuff on his hand. Faith didn’t register the fact that the other half was connected to the girl for a good five minutes.
When it did, she tried to rub her eyes, thinking it must have been her imagination. Her right hand was jerked back, however, and Faith twisted around, confused. Her confusion turned into horror as she realized it hadn’t been a hallucination. She lightly prodded the person she was cuffed to, but received no response.
Faith searched her brain for any memories of how she might have been brought here. She finally remembered her job search from… When was that? Yesterday? The day before? No matter, she’d worry about that later, if ever. Every store, restaurant, and bar she’d applied at had replied in the same way:
”Thank you for your interest in working here. However, we’re afraid that all spots for your skills are filled up. Have a nice day.”
She’d lost track of the time and stopped for a bite to eat. When she had finally left, it was dark out. Faith strained to remember more after that, but came up with nothing until the point where she was at now. Great.
"Scheiße..."
Not but mumbles came from the blonde, the one leaned up against a wall. Her head rose heavily from the spot beside her knees, her hair pulling as a curtain in front of those bright blue spheres inside of her head. She pulled her head back and effectively flicked the yellow tresses out of her view, only small strands sticking to the sweat-covered skin of her flushed cheeks. Not one thing in front of her was familiar. Not even a minuscule of it passed anywhere in her memory.
"Wo bin ich...?" she mumbled, whipping her head around, trying to make sense of the scene. She had just been on the streetside, speaking on the phone to her brother. He was still in Germany. Then, nothing. Nothing at all. She rocked forward, grabbing the end of her bright sundress. Something stopped her. Something was...no, someone. Pulling at her wrist. Some kid. Why was that? She pulled her hand up, taking his with her. They were attached. Handcuffs.
"Was zur Hölle?" she exclaimed, shaking it once to test, and, seeing as it was obviously not going to fall off, slacked her arm to drop on the floor. She planted her eyes on several other people. One was staring all too intently at everyone else. His gaze had a strange uneasiness to it. It was not like her own, which was simply harsh and uncaring. She turned her head from him, unable to look any longer. Instead, it rushed over the others.
Something caught her attention right away. There were four men and three other women. Equal amount, and all handcuffed in pairs. Why was this? Why were they grouped together in a small house? She shuffled in space again, noting several others had awoken. She opened her mouth to speak to them, to ask them quesrions. The young brunette lad, and the other girl who seemed confused.
"Hat jemand von euch wissen, wo wir sind? Warum sind wir hier?"
She paused.
"Spricht hier jemand Deutsch?"
Not but mumbles came from the blonde, the one leaned up against a wall. Her head rose heavily from the spot beside her knees, her hair pulling as a curtain in front of those bright blue spheres inside of her head. She pulled her head back and effectively flicked the yellow tresses out of her view, only small strands sticking to the sweat-covered skin of her flushed cheeks. Not one thing in front of her was familiar. Not even a minuscule of it passed anywhere in her memory.
"Wo bin ich...?" she mumbled, whipping her head around, trying to make sense of the scene. She had just been on the streetside, speaking on the phone to her brother. He was still in Germany. Then, nothing. Nothing at all. She rocked forward, grabbing the end of her bright sundress. Something stopped her. Something was...no, someone. Pulling at her wrist. Some kid. Why was that? She pulled her hand up, taking his with her. They were attached. Handcuffs.
"Was zur Hölle?" she exclaimed, shaking it once to test, and, seeing as it was obviously not going to fall off, slacked her arm to drop on the floor. She planted her eyes on several other people. One was staring all too intently at everyone else. His gaze had a strange uneasiness to it. It was not like her own, which was simply harsh and uncaring. She turned her head from him, unable to look any longer. Instead, it rushed over the others.
Something caught her attention right away. There were four men and three other women. Equal amount, and all handcuffed in pairs. Why was this? Why were they grouped together in a small house? She shuffled in space again, noting several others had awoken. She opened her mouth to speak to them, to ask them quesrions. The young brunette lad, and the other girl who seemed confused.
"Hat jemand von euch wissen, wo wir sind? Warum sind wir hier?"
She paused.
"Spricht hier jemand Deutsch?"
It had been a long day of studying. Gosh, Allyce, you're such a square. It's summer, let's go for a nice midnight stroll. Alexander's voice spoke in her ear. It seemed like a safe enough. Grabbing her backpack, Allyce walked down the trail. In a knee length black skirt and leather corset, she heard a couple of twigs snap. She turned around to find emptiness. Continuing down the trail, she felt something sting her back.
"Damn mosquito," she muttered to herself. She felt lighthead and sat down for a moment. Her vision blurred and she was soon enveloped in darkness.
"Hello? Are you alright?" a soft voice woke her up. Rubbing her eyes, she looked up to see Sky.
"Yeah, As far as I can tell I'm perfectly find. She went to push her hair out of her eyes, and found that she was handcuffed to Sky.
"What the fuck? Is this your idea of some stupid fucking joke?" She asked Sky. She was pissed off now. Punch the asshole! Alexander snarled in her ear. She shook her head.
"Damn mosquito," she muttered to herself. She felt lighthead and sat down for a moment. Her vision blurred and she was soon enveloped in darkness.
"Hello? Are you alright?" a soft voice woke her up. Rubbing her eyes, she looked up to see Sky.
"Yeah, As far as I can tell I'm perfectly find. She went to push her hair out of her eyes, and found that she was handcuffed to Sky.
"What the fuck? Is this your idea of some stupid fucking joke?" She asked Sky. She was pissed off now. Punch the asshole! Alexander snarled in her ear. She shook her head.
Narrator
Meanwhile, upstairs behind a bolted metal door lay two bodies. One male, one female.
The room is pitch black. No windows. It is also soundproof. No one can hear you and you can't hear anyone else.
The male, Adam Baliff wakes first. He can not see the unconscious female currently. He isn't handcuffed and like the rest everything dangerous and his ID and cell have been taken from him.
Meanwhile, upstairs behind a bolted metal door lay two bodies. One male, one female.
The room is pitch black. No windows. It is also soundproof. No one can hear you and you can't hear anyone else.
The male, Adam Baliff wakes first. He can not see the unconscious female currently. He isn't handcuffed and like the rest everything dangerous and his ID and cell have been taken from him.
"What? No!" Sky exclaimed as the girl snapped awake. She was obviously a morning person. Well, a waking up person at least. Judging by the lack of light seeping through the boarded windows, it probably wasn't morning. "Sorry! I didn't -- I'm not, that is to say... Uh, no!"
Wincing, Sky glanced down at the cuffs. "I only just woke up, I'm sorry. I don't know where we are. I don't know who you are, either, and I certainly had nothing to do with all ... this. Uh, I'm Sky..?" he ventured, smiling awkwardly.
And then he remembered he was locked in a dark room with total strangers.
He became vaguely aware that people were talking around them, apparently whatever drug (oh jeez, what if he was poisoned? They could have done anything while he was unconscious! What if he had a bomb in his head or something, like in that one movie!) they'd taken was wearing off.
"Spricht hier jemand Deutsch?"
Sky turned to face the German woman, blinking. "Uh, nein? Ich sprechen ... nicht sehr deutsch?" he ventured, trying to think back to GCSE German classes, and realising he couldn't remember any sort of grammar rules. "Do you speak English..?"
Wincing, Sky glanced down at the cuffs. "I only just woke up, I'm sorry. I don't know where we are. I don't know who you are, either, and I certainly had nothing to do with all ... this. Uh, I'm Sky..?" he ventured, smiling awkwardly.
And then he remembered he was locked in a dark room with total strangers.
He became vaguely aware that people were talking around them, apparently whatever drug (oh jeez, what if he was poisoned? They could have done anything while he was unconscious! What if he had a bomb in his head or something, like in that one movie!) they'd taken was wearing off.
"Spricht hier jemand Deutsch?"
Sky turned to face the German woman, blinking. "Uh, nein? Ich sprechen ... nicht sehr deutsch?" he ventured, trying to think back to GCSE German classes, and realising he couldn't remember any sort of grammar rules. "Do you speak English..?"
Too, not to. No... This should be Amanda, not amanda. Oh, dear. Is that a bug? Adam was finishing up the last manuscript of the night, the final touches before it could be put in that nifty 'Out' box that he'd put up on his desk. He'd been distracted by the little speck of earser peelings, thnking ti had been aonther spider. He blew it off, leaving no trace of it on the papers he held in his hand, sliding them into the designated box and clicking off the light on his desk. He rolled his chair back, slid out of the seat, and took a mild stretch.
Moving towards the door to his office building, he waved at Jarrod, the Janitor. Ahh, the birsk air was so refreshing after being seated for so long. He took a moment to straighten his tie, fold his collar properly, and move his glasses onto his face. He exhaled shortly before starting to walk down his usual path, the emptier side of the street. He didn't like germs, and people carried so many of them! He thought he'd heard footsteps, most likely that little boy who sold the papers. But no, these sounded heavy. And before he could fix his mouth to say anything, he saw the fading of the lights.
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"H....hello?" Adam called, meekly. His throat hurt, and his nostrils were filled with a stinky odor that he couldn't name. "Hello..." He opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the look of black. Dark black, slightly lighter black, and, yes, more black. He reached out, feeling for his glasses, but he did not feel them. He rolled over onto his back and stared at the dark, black ceiling. "...Where...?" He remembered finishing that manuscript, but dear, he didn't remember coming here. Wherever here was. He sneezed. Oh God, no.... The germs! He stood and began prancing about, feeling for his wipes, or napkin, or something to sanitize himself.
Bang, bang, bang. He tried knocking on the walls he felt, maybe someone would hear him. But all that there was to hear was a dull thudding, his fists against the wall. He groaned at began taking off his shirt, and jacket. The germs were everywhere, weren't they? He couldn't see if the room was clean or dirty! This was such torture, and he knew not where he even was!
Poor, poor Adam.
Moving towards the door to his office building, he waved at Jarrod, the Janitor. Ahh, the birsk air was so refreshing after being seated for so long. He took a moment to straighten his tie, fold his collar properly, and move his glasses onto his face. He exhaled shortly before starting to walk down his usual path, the emptier side of the street. He didn't like germs, and people carried so many of them! He thought he'd heard footsteps, most likely that little boy who sold the papers. But no, these sounded heavy. And before he could fix his mouth to say anything, he saw the fading of the lights.
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"H....hello?" Adam called, meekly. His throat hurt, and his nostrils were filled with a stinky odor that he couldn't name. "Hello..." He opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the look of black. Dark black, slightly lighter black, and, yes, more black. He reached out, feeling for his glasses, but he did not feel them. He rolled over onto his back and stared at the dark, black ceiling. "...Where...?" He remembered finishing that manuscript, but dear, he didn't remember coming here. Wherever here was. He sneezed. Oh God, no.... The germs! He stood and began prancing about, feeling for his wipes, or napkin, or something to sanitize himself.
Bang, bang, bang. He tried knocking on the walls he felt, maybe someone would hear him. But all that there was to hear was a dull thudding, his fists against the wall. He groaned at began taking off his shirt, and jacket. The germs were everywhere, weren't they? He couldn't see if the room was clean or dirty! This was such torture, and he knew not where he even was!
Poor, poor Adam.
"What? No!" the guy she was handcuffed with answered,"Sorry! I didn't -- I'm not, that is to say... Uh, no!"
Allyce cocked her head and looked at the boy. He was a strapping young man... Allyce would say that much. He winced and looked at the handcuffs.
"I only just woke up, I'm sorry. I don't know where we are. I don't know who you are, either, and I certainly had nothing to do with all ... this. Uh, I'm Sky..?" the boy... Sky said with an awkward smile.
"Charmed, I'm Allyce," she responded.
"Spricht hier jemand Deutsch?" a blonde woman who was leaning against the wall asked. Allyce was about to answer her when she heard Sky respond in very sloppy German. Allyce scoffed.
"Ich spreche Deutsch. Was nennst du dich?" Allyce replied in german. She was confused. Umm, Allyce. I'm scared. Danielle said softly in her head.
"It'll be alright," Allyce muttered softly to herself.
Allyce cocked her head and looked at the boy. He was a strapping young man... Allyce would say that much. He winced and looked at the handcuffs.
"I only just woke up, I'm sorry. I don't know where we are. I don't know who you are, either, and I certainly had nothing to do with all ... this. Uh, I'm Sky..?" the boy... Sky said with an awkward smile.
"Charmed, I'm Allyce," she responded.
"Spricht hier jemand Deutsch?" a blonde woman who was leaning against the wall asked. Allyce was about to answer her when she heard Sky respond in very sloppy German. Allyce scoffed.
"Ich spreche Deutsch. Was nennst du dich?" Allyce replied in german. She was confused. Umm, Allyce. I'm scared. Danielle said softly in her head.
"It'll be alright," Allyce muttered softly to herself.
The world buzzed by, intricate to the idiots who tried to understand it, simple to those who realized they never would be able to. That was Todd. He didn’t care and he didn’t want to. The desire was gone. He believed himself to be…empty wasn’t the right word, really. Bored, may be right, but still not perfect. He had plenty of time to think about it, though, no rush. What did he have to hurry for?
Blending in with a crowd was like his thing, but it still seemed like he’d always stick out. A freak. A spot of gray in this world of black and white. Todd pulled his oversized headphones up from around his neck and placed them over his ears, turning his tunes on shuffle and continuing his way through the crowd. Ah, that’s better. I can hear myself think, he thought pleasantly. All the world needs is music. The colors of the world.
As he started down an alleyway to maybe find his way through this place—he couldn’t be sure where he was anymore—a rock skid out of place in front of him. He didn’t hear the bounce, but seeing the rock skip along the dark concrete made him pause. Before he even had a chance to look behind him, the colors drained out with the music and he—
“What happened?” Todd murmured, sitting up in a dimly-lit cabin, it seemed. He already didn’t like the looks of this. For some reason, his stomach was twisting in nerves. This entire situation wasn’t good. One second he was in the middle of some noisy city and the next he’s stuck in a home filled with near-silent people, other than the babbling foreigner and a few other low voices filling up the area. He reached down for his head phones to check if they were okay and heard a ‘clink.’
Todd looked down and frowned when he spotted the unmistakable cuffs around his wrist. Had they caught him? After this short time, they finally caught him? But, no, this didn’t make any sense. If he’d been arrested, he certainly wouldn’t be here. He’d be in a jail cell, locked up like any other framed runaway. He looked over to the guy he was cuffed to, his frown deepening. Just who is this guy? A cop? Doesn’t look like one. He looks kind of creepy, actually. “Hey, what’s the deal?” Todd spoke, his voice low and monotone.
Blending in with a crowd was like his thing, but it still seemed like he’d always stick out. A freak. A spot of gray in this world of black and white. Todd pulled his oversized headphones up from around his neck and placed them over his ears, turning his tunes on shuffle and continuing his way through the crowd. Ah, that’s better. I can hear myself think, he thought pleasantly. All the world needs is music. The colors of the world.
As he started down an alleyway to maybe find his way through this place—he couldn’t be sure where he was anymore—a rock skid out of place in front of him. He didn’t hear the bounce, but seeing the rock skip along the dark concrete made him pause. Before he even had a chance to look behind him, the colors drained out with the music and he—
“What happened?” Todd murmured, sitting up in a dimly-lit cabin, it seemed. He already didn’t like the looks of this. For some reason, his stomach was twisting in nerves. This entire situation wasn’t good. One second he was in the middle of some noisy city and the next he’s stuck in a home filled with near-silent people, other than the babbling foreigner and a few other low voices filling up the area. He reached down for his head phones to check if they were okay and heard a ‘clink.’
Todd looked down and frowned when he spotted the unmistakable cuffs around his wrist. Had they caught him? After this short time, they finally caught him? But, no, this didn’t make any sense. If he’d been arrested, he certainly wouldn’t be here. He’d be in a jail cell, locked up like any other framed runaway. He looked over to the guy he was cuffed to, his frown deepening. Just who is this guy? A cop? Doesn’t look like one. He looks kind of creepy, actually. “Hey, what’s the deal?” Todd spoke, his voice low and monotone.
The sound of more voices snapped Faith out of her small reverie. She blinked a few times before taking in her surroundings once more. Nope, she wasn't dreaming after all. Faith realized that the girl cuffed to her was still unconscious. She started poking her once again. "Wake up," Faith murmured, her mind starting to imagine the horror of being stuck to a dead body. She glanced around at everyone else, trying to note key characteristics. Well, obviously that one girl could only speak... Was that German? Whatever. And two people seemed to be trying to communicate with no effect. Faith let out a small groan of confusion and poked the motionless body next to her one last time. No answer.
Reid had been watching the room, delighting in the panic and terror that was spreading like a pathogen across the room as the sleepers awaited at met their companions. They certainly were a diverse bunch, Reid noticed as the panicked babble of the German speakers washed over his ears. So far, there was no-one of his persuasion around. He couldn’t see any of the tics, no stares, smiles or sweating. Although not typical of every psychotic murderer in the world, these seemed to be most common among those who were stupid enough to get caught.
The jangle of the chain-links brought him back to the more imminent problem. The loutish fucker hooked to his arm. Reid tried to project the fear he was seeing on everyone's faces into his own, trying to break the sadistic mask that was creeping over him.
He averted his eyes, pushing his glasses back up his face, biting hard into his tongue causing small tears of pain to form in his piercing blue eyes. He physically shivered as the outdated colloquialism met his ears. He knew from that second that this man had to die. Otherwise he would drive Reid crazier. If that were possible.
“I.. I-I Honestly have no idea. I. Just wanna get out of here.” Reid injected a stammer into his voice, hugging his knees in a fairly good impression of someone in a genuine panic. Anyone who was actually watching him closely, would notice that there was no fear in his eyes. He had the look of a predator rather than the prey.
Rattling the chain, Reid clambered to his feet, patting down his pockets, wondering if his captors had been stupid enough to leave the long-handled butchering knife in his jacket. No joy there then. Perhaps the fact that Reid was rather enjoying this experience led to his discovery of the phone, and its accompanying note jumped to his attention before the others.
He loped over towards the table, with complete disregard to his partner. He would either have to follow, or be dragged along the ground as dead-weight.
By The End, One Will Live; The Rest Will Die. Reid read aloud, letting the tremor run riot through his voice, his eyes flashing with glee. Whoever had done this really did have a sense of humour. Survival of the fittest, ay? Reid almost giggled. This was going to be the most fun he'd had in years.
The jangle of the chain-links brought him back to the more imminent problem. The loutish fucker hooked to his arm. Reid tried to project the fear he was seeing on everyone's faces into his own, trying to break the sadistic mask that was creeping over him.
He averted his eyes, pushing his glasses back up his face, biting hard into his tongue causing small tears of pain to form in his piercing blue eyes. He physically shivered as the outdated colloquialism met his ears. He knew from that second that this man had to die. Otherwise he would drive Reid crazier. If that were possible.
“I.. I-I Honestly have no idea. I. Just wanna get out of here.” Reid injected a stammer into his voice, hugging his knees in a fairly good impression of someone in a genuine panic. Anyone who was actually watching him closely, would notice that there was no fear in his eyes. He had the look of a predator rather than the prey.
Rattling the chain, Reid clambered to his feet, patting down his pockets, wondering if his captors had been stupid enough to leave the long-handled butchering knife in his jacket. No joy there then. Perhaps the fact that Reid was rather enjoying this experience led to his discovery of the phone, and its accompanying note jumped to his attention before the others.
He loped over towards the table, with complete disregard to his partner. He would either have to follow, or be dragged along the ground as dead-weight.
By The End, One Will Live; The Rest Will Die. Reid read aloud, letting the tremor run riot through his voice, his eyes flashing with glee. Whoever had done this really did have a sense of humour. Survival of the fittest, ay? Reid almost giggled. This was going to be the most fun he'd had in years.
Mystery Character One
She groaned as she started to come around. Her body felt stiff and heavy and her head was pounding as if someone had hit her over the head with something. As she became more aware, she felt a wave of nausea pass over her body and groaned. Opening her eyes, she more or less expected to have a bright light shone into her eyes. Nothing but darkness flooded her though. Coming around slightly more, she heard a vague banging.
"Hello." She said barely a whisper. "Help me."
She felt that her hands and body was yet but she didn't know what the substance was. It could have been water for all she knew. In fact, when she thought about it she couldn't remember anything. Not a thing. She couldn't even remember what she'd been doing days or weeks before. She didn't know her name, her age, her address. She didn't know where she was or what had happened. She had no idea.
"Is anyone there?" She called out, confused and terrified. Who would do this to her?
Narrator
He smiled. All but one person had woken from their drug induced coma. If the girl that wasn't awake had had a reaction to the drugs and died, it didn't matter. Having someone attached to a dead body made it even more entertaining. They'd freak and panic. Well all but one person, he was sure. And if she did die, he could insinuate the fact that maybe one of the people in the room had done it. Then they'd all be at each other's throats.
It was time to start the game now that people were awake. First off, it was time to set up the intercom for the upstairs room and the two people inside.
"Hello there." He smirked. He could see and hear them through special night vision and sound systems that he'd installed previously. "Welcome to my home. You are now part of my game, and as the first task, I have a simple challenge. Once I've finished giving you both a choice, I will give you ten minutes to give an answer. Once the decision has been made, I will then unbolt the door and whatever the answer is, will happen. So here is your challenge: Soon I will unbolt the door but only one may leave the room. You both get to decide who that is, so chose. If you both try to lie and deceive me, you'll both die. I will be back soon to hear your answer."
He could already hear the female panicking. "Please let me out. Please. I want to get out of here."
He laughed. If she left the room, things would get a hell of a lot worse - for her. Now it was time for the next task. He was going to toy with the main person in this who conflict and he was going to target them, too.
Picking up an untraceable cell, he dialed a number.
"Hello? Put on Reid Langston, please if you want to stay in this game."
Once he was onto the man, he spoke and gave him specific instructions. If he wanted to play this game, then he was going to be in for his own set of personal challenges. And by swearing the man to secrecy for the call, then the others would think that maybe he was in on the whole thing. Once that was done he spoke into the houses' intercom. The only room that wasn't connected was the room where the two prisoners were.
"Hello there, contestants. Welcome to my game show, I'm glad you could all make it. Well apart for that one girl. She should wake up soon - if one of you didn't kill her before hand. Talking of that - I'd be wary of who you trust here. One or more of you are in on this scheme. It is up to everyone to find out if and who is in on my game. Because the people that are in on this, probably will kill you innocent people. If you want to survive, then I'd start figuring it out." The joys of lying about some things to get people against each other. There were several implications he'd made. Some were true, some were false. It was up to them. "So, I bid thee fare well. Oh and Reid, remember you can't tell anyone what I told you a minute ago on the phone."
With one of those evil laughs from a movie's bad guy, he laughed before the intercom stopped and the room went silent again.
Then he spoke to his two prisoners. "So, who is leaving and who isn't?"
She groaned as she started to come around. Her body felt stiff and heavy and her head was pounding as if someone had hit her over the head with something. As she became more aware, she felt a wave of nausea pass over her body and groaned. Opening her eyes, she more or less expected to have a bright light shone into her eyes. Nothing but darkness flooded her though. Coming around slightly more, she heard a vague banging.
"Hello." She said barely a whisper. "Help me."
She felt that her hands and body was yet but she didn't know what the substance was. It could have been water for all she knew. In fact, when she thought about it she couldn't remember anything. Not a thing. She couldn't even remember what she'd been doing days or weeks before. She didn't know her name, her age, her address. She didn't know where she was or what had happened. She had no idea.
"Is anyone there?" She called out, confused and terrified. Who would do this to her?
Narrator
He smiled. All but one person had woken from their drug induced coma. If the girl that wasn't awake had had a reaction to the drugs and died, it didn't matter. Having someone attached to a dead body made it even more entertaining. They'd freak and panic. Well all but one person, he was sure. And if she did die, he could insinuate the fact that maybe one of the people in the room had done it. Then they'd all be at each other's throats.
It was time to start the game now that people were awake. First off, it was time to set up the intercom for the upstairs room and the two people inside.
"Hello there." He smirked. He could see and hear them through special night vision and sound systems that he'd installed previously. "Welcome to my home. You are now part of my game, and as the first task, I have a simple challenge. Once I've finished giving you both a choice, I will give you ten minutes to give an answer. Once the decision has been made, I will then unbolt the door and whatever the answer is, will happen. So here is your challenge: Soon I will unbolt the door but only one may leave the room. You both get to decide who that is, so chose. If you both try to lie and deceive me, you'll both die. I will be back soon to hear your answer."
He could already hear the female panicking. "Please let me out. Please. I want to get out of here."
He laughed. If she left the room, things would get a hell of a lot worse - for her. Now it was time for the next task. He was going to toy with the main person in this who conflict and he was going to target them, too.
Picking up an untraceable cell, he dialed a number.
"Hello? Put on Reid Langston, please if you want to stay in this game."
Once he was onto the man, he spoke and gave him specific instructions. If he wanted to play this game, then he was going to be in for his own set of personal challenges. And by swearing the man to secrecy for the call, then the others would think that maybe he was in on the whole thing. Once that was done he spoke into the houses' intercom. The only room that wasn't connected was the room where the two prisoners were.
"Hello there, contestants. Welcome to my game show, I'm glad you could all make it. Well apart for that one girl. She should wake up soon - if one of you didn't kill her before hand. Talking of that - I'd be wary of who you trust here. One or more of you are in on this scheme. It is up to everyone to find out if and who is in on my game. Because the people that are in on this, probably will kill you innocent people. If you want to survive, then I'd start figuring it out." The joys of lying about some things to get people against each other. There were several implications he'd made. Some were true, some were false. It was up to them. "So, I bid thee fare well. Oh and Reid, remember you can't tell anyone what I told you a minute ago on the phone."
With one of those evil laughs from a movie's bad guy, he laughed before the intercom stopped and the room went silent again.
Then he spoke to his two prisoners. "So, who is leaving and who isn't?"
Contestants? Game show? What the hell was going on here?
"This is some sort of sick game?" Sky muttered, shaking his head. "Oh my god... I feel like I'm in a horror film. This is going to end badly. Oh god..." Sky ran his free hand through his hair and stared up at the ceiling for a few moments despairingly. As the person on the other end of the speakers kept speaking, he listened with steadily growing horror. Sky stared at the man who had the phone as he was mentioned, "What did he say?" he asked.
The boy groaned and kicked at the floor, "He's going to kill us all anyway, that's what always happens. They have their fun and then when everyone's dead they find a new batch..." As he spoke, Sky started to fully realise the gravity of the situation. Before now, the panic and adrenaline had been what was flowing strong, but now they were replaced by fear. "What have I ever done ..? Why would he choose me?"
Obviously, Sky wasn't talking to anyone in particular. But his rhetorical murmurings were becoming more and more distraught, and his eyes were starting to water. It would be easy enough to tell there weren't going to be any determined survival instincts coming from him any time soon.
"This is some sort of sick game?" Sky muttered, shaking his head. "Oh my god... I feel like I'm in a horror film. This is going to end badly. Oh god..." Sky ran his free hand through his hair and stared up at the ceiling for a few moments despairingly. As the person on the other end of the speakers kept speaking, he listened with steadily growing horror. Sky stared at the man who had the phone as he was mentioned, "What did he say?" he asked.
The boy groaned and kicked at the floor, "He's going to kill us all anyway, that's what always happens. They have their fun and then when everyone's dead they find a new batch..." As he spoke, Sky started to fully realise the gravity of the situation. Before now, the panic and adrenaline had been what was flowing strong, but now they were replaced by fear. "What have I ever done ..? Why would he choose me?"
Obviously, Sky wasn't talking to anyone in particular. But his rhetorical murmurings were becoming more and more distraught, and his eyes were starting to water. It would be easy enough to tell there weren't going to be any determined survival instincts coming from him any time soon.
Adam scrubbed his skin vigorously with his hands, the feeling of all the germs, the bugs, just crawling over his skin. procreating and using his body as a living ground. Oh, god. It was horrible! He could almost smell the utter nastiness that was in the room, he needed to see! He couldn't be deprived of his senses much longer without giving in to the need to go insane. Even if some would argue he already was. He murmured and squealed every so often, trying to get himself clean. His hands were as dirty as the walls, though! And they were so black, so very black.
He whipped himself around quickly when he heard the voice, "What did you say? I can't hear you if you whisper!" He squinted, hoping to catch a glimpse of something. A light, something to see the surroundings. Oh dear, things that hid in the dark. The monsters in the closet.... Too horrible to think about.
He got on his hands and knees, padding about the room, until he reached her. He only knew this because of the slight 'smack' that resulted from his hand connecting with her face. "Oh, I'm sorry. You shouldn't put your face on the floor, it is so dirty. And my mother always said, if you are on the floor you get treated like the floor." He cleared his throat and wiped his hands on the material of her clothes, covering it as if he were comforting her. "That is to say you coudl be stepped on, who are you? Do you know why we are here?"
It was then that he heard th voice, springing up and looking about the room, moving to an area where the intercom was loudest. He stood there in dumbfounded awe, "A game show? A game! What sort of game is this? Mother would never let me play such a game..." No, no, no, mother loved Adam. Mother loved Adam. Adam never had to do anything so dangerous. No, risks were bad. Bad, risks, no risks Adam!
Hearing the challenge, he grinned, "Well that is easy! I shall leave, because mother would never approve of this game. I must be clean. And I need to finish my work before tomorrow!" He turned to the girl as she plead, staring down at where he thought her to be, "But why must you leave? Your mother must approve of this if you are here." She sounded young, surely her mother hadn't let her out alone! He was a man, yes, the man on the other side just made a mistak in picking him. her mother must have sent her here. "I think I must go. I need to go. Shower. I need water, clean."
He whipped himself around quickly when he heard the voice, "What did you say? I can't hear you if you whisper!" He squinted, hoping to catch a glimpse of something. A light, something to see the surroundings. Oh dear, things that hid in the dark. The monsters in the closet.... Too horrible to think about.
He got on his hands and knees, padding about the room, until he reached her. He only knew this because of the slight 'smack' that resulted from his hand connecting with her face. "Oh, I'm sorry. You shouldn't put your face on the floor, it is so dirty. And my mother always said, if you are on the floor you get treated like the floor." He cleared his throat and wiped his hands on the material of her clothes, covering it as if he were comforting her. "That is to say you coudl be stepped on, who are you? Do you know why we are here?"
It was then that he heard th voice, springing up and looking about the room, moving to an area where the intercom was loudest. He stood there in dumbfounded awe, "A game show? A game! What sort of game is this? Mother would never let me play such a game..." No, no, no, mother loved Adam. Mother loved Adam. Adam never had to do anything so dangerous. No, risks were bad. Bad, risks, no risks Adam!
Hearing the challenge, he grinned, "Well that is easy! I shall leave, because mother would never approve of this game. I must be clean. And I need to finish my work before tomorrow!" He turned to the girl as she plead, staring down at where he thought her to be, "But why must you leave? Your mother must approve of this if you are here." She sounded young, surely her mother hadn't let her out alone! He was a man, yes, the man on the other side just made a mistak in picking him. her mother must have sent her here. "I think I must go. I need to go. Shower. I need water, clean."
Arian should not have been awake, not with the amount of cocaine he had at the party last night. Hell, his arms had still been burning when he stumbled out from the club, laughter spewing from his lips and dripping from within him as if he knew the secrets to the universe and found them laughable. Pitiful, even.
And yet, the male was asleep, or seemed to be in a coma like state. Darkness was pressing to him, filling him up with a sort of sandbag like feeling. He couldn't move his limbs, couldn't open his eyes, couldn't mumble but he heard things, and these things- they weren't in his mind, or from his drugs.
The hysterical shrieking in German (god did he want to shut that Nazi the fuck up) and the loud voices, sheer stupidity, crying, wailing and bitching. If he could have, god, if he could have...
But that was not what, currently mattered. What mattered was opening his eyes and checking his stash, because he felt his high going away. It was obvious he had, somehow, ended up in a whore's house, or another party, or some shit, and they were watching-- what? Snuff films? Crying screaming people? Not that it really mattered to the man. A low grunt slipped past his lips- aha, success. Another soft grunt spilled from the male's lips before he was able to actually open his eyes, and stare at..
A setting that he would never allow himself to find himself in. It was bare, and worse than that, it had a bunch of people, scared people, in it. Another few seconds and he could feel- he could move- he could be AWAKE!
And then he was, and jerking to his feet quickly, the male figured out the hard way he was cuffed to someone else- by yanking hard and hearing his shoulder let out a rather nasty pop. "Fuck," he hissed out between his teeth, blue orbs narrowing as he twisted upon his heels, to stare at the blond person cuffed to him. Shaking his arm, he yanked it again, though careful not to harm himself this time. "The fuck am I cuffed to you for? "
Those blue orbs flickered about upon the hysterics, lips curved upwards to show off straight, white teeth as he gritted them, and glared at the people. Did they take his stash- where was his stash, oh shit, where was his stash!
The uncuffed hand went to search his pockets, fingers dipping in and closing around a single, small, baggie. Yanking it out, he stared in horror at the small amount of white powder. Just enough for one more dose, just enough.. He remembered, that when he was tweaking last night, he had a few days worth- and god, it had been expensive. A loud snarl, or whatever it could be coming from a human's throat, was torn from the male's throat and he went straight for the throat of the pretty blonde he was cuffed to, hoping to slam her into the nearest wall and shake her like a ragdoll.
"Stupid bitch, Where the fuck is my stash?!"
And yet, the male was asleep, or seemed to be in a coma like state. Darkness was pressing to him, filling him up with a sort of sandbag like feeling. He couldn't move his limbs, couldn't open his eyes, couldn't mumble but he heard things, and these things- they weren't in his mind, or from his drugs.
The hysterical shrieking in German (god did he want to shut that Nazi the fuck up) and the loud voices, sheer stupidity, crying, wailing and bitching. If he could have, god, if he could have...
But that was not what, currently mattered. What mattered was opening his eyes and checking his stash, because he felt his high going away. It was obvious he had, somehow, ended up in a whore's house, or another party, or some shit, and they were watching-- what? Snuff films? Crying screaming people? Not that it really mattered to the man. A low grunt slipped past his lips- aha, success. Another soft grunt spilled from the male's lips before he was able to actually open his eyes, and stare at..
A setting that he would never allow himself to find himself in. It was bare, and worse than that, it had a bunch of people, scared people, in it. Another few seconds and he could feel- he could move- he could be AWAKE!
And then he was, and jerking to his feet quickly, the male figured out the hard way he was cuffed to someone else- by yanking hard and hearing his shoulder let out a rather nasty pop. "Fuck," he hissed out between his teeth, blue orbs narrowing as he twisted upon his heels, to stare at the blond person cuffed to him. Shaking his arm, he yanked it again, though careful not to harm himself this time. "The fuck am I cuffed to you for? "
Those blue orbs flickered about upon the hysterics, lips curved upwards to show off straight, white teeth as he gritted them, and glared at the people. Did they take his stash- where was his stash, oh shit, where was his stash!
The uncuffed hand went to search his pockets, fingers dipping in and closing around a single, small, baggie. Yanking it out, he stared in horror at the small amount of white powder. Just enough for one more dose, just enough.. He remembered, that when he was tweaking last night, he had a few days worth- and god, it had been expensive. A loud snarl, or whatever it could be coming from a human's throat, was torn from the male's throat and he went straight for the throat of the pretty blonde he was cuffed to, hoping to slam her into the nearest wall and shake her like a ragdoll.
"Stupid bitch, Where the fuck is my stash?!"
More began to wake, though not one seemed to be able to answer her questions. Not in good German, anyway. Those two brunette's that were tied together...what were they trying to say? Certainly, that did not sound English. It was not altogether German, anyway. Their accents were horrid. She could not understand a word they were saying at all. She understood just barely any English, just a phrase or two that people often spoke to her on a constant.
"Do you speak English?"
The blonde shook her head, thinning her lips tightly. "No," she said, "Nein, not English." That was really all she knew. Anything else would completely pass over her head. She decided that the best plan of action would to keep observing for now. It did not seem as if there was anything else she could do at this point. She laid her eyes on the man with the dead eyes. He had grabbed his knees, was rocking back and forth. Many others might have seen fear in him, but Erna saw much more. She kept her eyes on his.
As the intercom blasted, the woman seemed to duck low, surprised at the sudden wave of sound. That was all it was to her, as well. Sound and words. Nothing that she could understand. Nothing she could comprehend in the least. Everyone else seemed almost in a panic. She looked to the young boy who was cuffed to the seemingly scared, cold-eyed man. He did not seemed as concerned, for some reason. When the intercom quieted down, the panic started, and the blonde just did not know why.
"Was? Was ist passiert?" she growled, looking up, as if to find the man behind the intercom. She looked to Sky, the seemingly softly-raised, whiny kid. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off at the groan to her right. She turned, seeing that the kid she was cuffed to was now waking. "Ich dachte, er tot war." she said, watching as he slowly awoke, just as the rest of them had. At least she did not have to saw someone's arm off to get rid of the weight. The thought brought a heavy dread to her core. However, her thoughts switched when harsh language was directed to her person.
"Was machst du? Hör auf damit! Stopp! Halt!" she cried as he attempted to bang her against the wall. Oh, but she was not going to allow this. Her brows arched deeply and she braced herself before she could come in contact. "Arschloch! Fickt euch! Hurensohn!" she screamed, aiming a swift knee to his crotch or stomach. Whatever she could hit, really. She would not be tossed around like trash!
"Do you speak English?"
The blonde shook her head, thinning her lips tightly. "No," she said, "Nein, not English." That was really all she knew. Anything else would completely pass over her head. She decided that the best plan of action would to keep observing for now. It did not seem as if there was anything else she could do at this point. She laid her eyes on the man with the dead eyes. He had grabbed his knees, was rocking back and forth. Many others might have seen fear in him, but Erna saw much more. She kept her eyes on his.
As the intercom blasted, the woman seemed to duck low, surprised at the sudden wave of sound. That was all it was to her, as well. Sound and words. Nothing that she could understand. Nothing she could comprehend in the least. Everyone else seemed almost in a panic. She looked to the young boy who was cuffed to the seemingly scared, cold-eyed man. He did not seemed as concerned, for some reason. When the intercom quieted down, the panic started, and the blonde just did not know why.
"Was? Was ist passiert?" she growled, looking up, as if to find the man behind the intercom. She looked to Sky, the seemingly softly-raised, whiny kid. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off at the groan to her right. She turned, seeing that the kid she was cuffed to was now waking. "Ich dachte, er tot war." she said, watching as he slowly awoke, just as the rest of them had. At least she did not have to saw someone's arm off to get rid of the weight. The thought brought a heavy dread to her core. However, her thoughts switched when harsh language was directed to her person.
"Was machst du? Hör auf damit! Stopp! Halt!" she cried as he attempted to bang her against the wall. Oh, but she was not going to allow this. Her brows arched deeply and she braced herself before she could come in contact. "Arschloch! Fickt euch! Hurensohn!" she screamed, aiming a swift knee to his crotch or stomach. Whatever she could hit, really. She would not be tossed around like trash!
Faith startled like a deer when the intercom burst into life. Of course, the information didn't comfort her any. What if the girl cuffed to her actually was dead?! Faith couldn't imagine being forced to drag a dead weight around with her wherever she wanted to go. And wouldn't it start to stink after a while? And what if they body started to rot? "I don't think I can do this?" She groaned. "Anybody want to trade partners?" Faith was only partly kidding. If there was any possible way to get away from this girl, she would do it without hesitation. Faith hadn't exactly registered everything else but someone else was muttering about it. She took a deep breath to calm herself. Panicking wouldn't help anything.
Of course, easier said than done. In a couple minutes, she started to hyperventilate and would have continued if one person hadn't started screaming at the girl cuffed to him. Obviously, he didn't realize that she only spoke German. "Dude, take a chill pill!" Faith didn't want to see someone choked to death right in front of her. Especially when the person hadn't done anything wrong. Wait, was he going on about a stash? Oh boy, this could be interesing. She considered all the different things to say, but her thoughts kept returning to the prone body next to her. "Just be grateful your partner isn't dead. Yet." Faith added this last part with a little emphasis, pointing out the fact he was basically trying to choke his partner.
Of course, easier said than done. In a couple minutes, she started to hyperventilate and would have continued if one person hadn't started screaming at the girl cuffed to him. Obviously, he didn't realize that she only spoke German. "Dude, take a chill pill!" Faith didn't want to see someone choked to death right in front of her. Especially when the person hadn't done anything wrong. Wait, was he going on about a stash? Oh boy, this could be interesing. She considered all the different things to say, but her thoughts kept returning to the prone body next to her. "Just be grateful your partner isn't dead. Yet." Faith added this last part with a little emphasis, pointing out the fact he was basically trying to choke his partner.
Narrator
Oh how he loved to watch his pet project in action. Everyone was panicking in the main room and it looked like the druggie was about to kill the German girl. Everyone was about to most likely pin everything on Reid because he wasn't allowed to disclose the phone call information to the others. But what they were going to see in the next few hours would implicate others.
Now it was time to go back to the soundproof room.
"So, have you decided who is leaving?"
"I want to leave." The female spoke.
The male protested.
"It doesn't matter who you guys chose anyway, but it was fun to watch. I've already decided who leaves the room. You can, Adam. You can leave. If you try to take the girl, or the girl tries to leave, you both die."
He laughed as he heard the girl start to cry. Pressing a button in his room, he let the door open. Once Adam was out, it would lock again. The OCD male would be in for a shock when he saw his blood covered hands. He never should have touched the female in the room. All he could do was chuckle and wonder how a group of strangers would react to this new man - hands bloody, and not cuffed.
Mystery Character One
"How can you... Please... My mother didn't do this. I don't know who did. Please let me go out instead?" She begged.
They seemed to fight over who left for the next ten minutes or so when finally, the Narrator spoke again. It seemed that Adam was going free and she was going to be left to suffer in the dark.
The door opened and she was temporarily blinded by the sudden light. Moments later Adam had gone through the door and it had closed again, leaving her in complete darkness. She just started crying her eyes out as she sat in the corner of the dark room, completely alone and unaware of what was going on.
Oh how he loved to watch his pet project in action. Everyone was panicking in the main room and it looked like the druggie was about to kill the German girl. Everyone was about to most likely pin everything on Reid because he wasn't allowed to disclose the phone call information to the others. But what they were going to see in the next few hours would implicate others.
Now it was time to go back to the soundproof room.
"So, have you decided who is leaving?"
"I want to leave." The female spoke.
The male protested.
"It doesn't matter who you guys chose anyway, but it was fun to watch. I've already decided who leaves the room. You can, Adam. You can leave. If you try to take the girl, or the girl tries to leave, you both die."
He laughed as he heard the girl start to cry. Pressing a button in his room, he let the door open. Once Adam was out, it would lock again. The OCD male would be in for a shock when he saw his blood covered hands. He never should have touched the female in the room. All he could do was chuckle and wonder how a group of strangers would react to this new man - hands bloody, and not cuffed.
Mystery Character One
"How can you... Please... My mother didn't do this. I don't know who did. Please let me go out instead?" She begged.
They seemed to fight over who left for the next ten minutes or so when finally, the Narrator spoke again. It seemed that Adam was going free and she was going to be left to suffer in the dark.
The door opened and she was temporarily blinded by the sudden light. Moments later Adam had gone through the door and it had closed again, leaving her in complete darkness. She just started crying her eyes out as she sat in the corner of the dark room, completely alone and unaware of what was going on.
Adam felt a pang of sorrow for the woman, he hadn't meant to get her killed or anything. But this was no time to be Superman and play hero, maybe he could find help outside of this room, and get her to safety somehow. "I-I'm sure you'll be alright, just ha...err, hang in there."
With a slight reluctance he rushed the hell out of the godawful darkness that encased them, so happy to be able to see aga- "No! No! No! I need a wipe! Oh my god!" He ranted, running down the hall ni search of something to wipe his hands off on. He spotted the stiarcase, and rushed swiftly down them, rubbing his hands vigorously on the white t-shirt he carried in his hands. He had slid his jacket back on over his bare chest, because that t-shirt was just too germ infested.
"Is this blood?! This is blood! Get it off! Come off, I said! Off!" He threw the shirt as far away from him as possible, his hands still stained slightly red. He looked about the room, absolutely befuddled at what he saw. Prisoners? He backed into the wal, squirming about uncomfortably. "Oh my god..."
He snapped out of his lapse in thought and pointed up towards the stairs, "Uh, bef-, uh. There's a girl. Up there! She must be bleeding, I think. Oh dear, what the hell is going on?" He used his cleaner hand to pat down the mess of hair that had come about, mumbling something under his breath. "I have so much work to be done... I can't be here."
Yes. Adam was worried about a late manuscript. Not his safety. A manuscript.
With a slight reluctance he rushed the hell out of the godawful darkness that encased them, so happy to be able to see aga- "No! No! No! I need a wipe! Oh my god!" He ranted, running down the hall ni search of something to wipe his hands off on. He spotted the stiarcase, and rushed swiftly down them, rubbing his hands vigorously on the white t-shirt he carried in his hands. He had slid his jacket back on over his bare chest, because that t-shirt was just too germ infested.
"Is this blood?! This is blood! Get it off! Come off, I said! Off!" He threw the shirt as far away from him as possible, his hands still stained slightly red. He looked about the room, absolutely befuddled at what he saw. Prisoners? He backed into the wal, squirming about uncomfortably. "Oh my god..."
He snapped out of his lapse in thought and pointed up towards the stairs, "Uh, bef-, uh. There's a girl. Up there! She must be bleeding, I think. Oh dear, what the hell is going on?" He used his cleaner hand to pat down the mess of hair that had come about, mumbling something under his breath. "I have so much work to be done... I can't be here."
Yes. Adam was worried about a late manuscript. Not his safety. A manuscript.
Reid put down the phone with a dull click, turning around to stare down the room. It seemed that most of them were staring at him, like a pack of inquisitive dogs. One of the more weedy looking males attempted to engage him in conversation, but Reid ignored him, his own mind racing.
Killing everyone in the room satisfying his lust for blood, or ignoring it, suppressing the urge to kill for the chance to talk, even kill the architect of this great scheme. Choices choices. The bastard could be lying of course, such a twisted sadist as this would be more likely to lie. This suited Reid fine, as killing every single one of these people would be an adventure in itself.
Desperately trying to suppress a hungry grin, Reid turned to stare at Todd, who seemed to have relapsed into a drunken stupor, a line of sticky, ropey drool coating the corner of his mouth and cheek. Reid extended a foot and gently kicked his torso, trying to raise a reaction from the stupor-ridden human.
When he received nothing more than a dull groan, Reid slumped down dejectedly, his eyes scanning the room. “I think this guy's dead. Anyone got a way to get these cuffs off?” Reid kept the nervous edge in his voice, as, once again, he tried to suppress a grin. Obviously, it would be the last mistake anyone in the room would make to let him loose, but it'd be fun to let them make it.
He knew one person at least had seen through his charade. Thank god that she would not be understood by anyone else.
It was then Adam stumbled down the stairs, covered in crimson blood, a shocked expression across his face. “Holy shit!” Reid cursed, tripping over Todd as he tried to back away, the almost perfect imitation of a startled rabbit. The fact that he was unrestrained unnerved Reid more than the blood. That man had the capacity to harm Reid, and with the dead weight of Todd attached to his left arm, he would be unable to resist.
The frightened expression told Reid he had nothing to fear. No-one, not even the greatest actors in the world could fake genuine fear like that. For a second, a jolt of pure compassion struck Reid. Perhaps he should go and help the girl. It would certainly help boost his image with the other prisoners.
“Come on then, lets take a look at her.” Reid tried to adopt a reassuring tone, extending his free hand to Adam, a smile playing across his face. The hardened killer hoisted Todd over his shoulders in a fireman's lift, grunting and staggering under the weight. Step by step, inch by inch, he climbed the stairs, a sense of trepidation and pure delight at what he might encounter.
Killing everyone in the room satisfying his lust for blood, or ignoring it, suppressing the urge to kill for the chance to talk, even kill the architect of this great scheme. Choices choices. The bastard could be lying of course, such a twisted sadist as this would be more likely to lie. This suited Reid fine, as killing every single one of these people would be an adventure in itself.
Desperately trying to suppress a hungry grin, Reid turned to stare at Todd, who seemed to have relapsed into a drunken stupor, a line of sticky, ropey drool coating the corner of his mouth and cheek. Reid extended a foot and gently kicked his torso, trying to raise a reaction from the stupor-ridden human.
When he received nothing more than a dull groan, Reid slumped down dejectedly, his eyes scanning the room. “I think this guy's dead. Anyone got a way to get these cuffs off?” Reid kept the nervous edge in his voice, as, once again, he tried to suppress a grin. Obviously, it would be the last mistake anyone in the room would make to let him loose, but it'd be fun to let them make it.
He knew one person at least had seen through his charade. Thank god that she would not be understood by anyone else.
It was then Adam stumbled down the stairs, covered in crimson blood, a shocked expression across his face. “Holy shit!” Reid cursed, tripping over Todd as he tried to back away, the almost perfect imitation of a startled rabbit. The fact that he was unrestrained unnerved Reid more than the blood. That man had the capacity to harm Reid, and with the dead weight of Todd attached to his left arm, he would be unable to resist.
The frightened expression told Reid he had nothing to fear. No-one, not even the greatest actors in the world could fake genuine fear like that. For a second, a jolt of pure compassion struck Reid. Perhaps he should go and help the girl. It would certainly help boost his image with the other prisoners.
“Come on then, lets take a look at her.” Reid tried to adopt a reassuring tone, extending his free hand to Adam, a smile playing across his face. The hardened killer hoisted Todd over his shoulders in a fireman's lift, grunting and staggering under the weight. Step by step, inch by inch, he climbed the stairs, a sense of trepidation and pure delight at what he might encounter.
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Re: [OOC] The Cabin
Go ahead and send in a character. I'll see if I can find a place as I have a few ideas that I could use extra characters for.
Re: [OOC] The Cabin
Xav you can post if you want as if you post to react to the phone call it'll give people more of a chance to react to that as well.
Also, the person playing Gerry hasn't been on since she applied. If they haven't replied by the end of the weekend then I'll announce the character as dead or something. >_>
Other than that, I think this is going well. Feel free to use this OOC for discussions and to let me know what you think. I'd rather have people talking here with me and others to see what they think or any ideas they may have.
Also, the person playing Gerry hasn't been on since she applied. If they haven't replied by the end of the weekend then I'll announce the character as dead or something. >_>
Other than that, I think this is going well. Feel free to use this OOC for discussions and to let me know what you think. I'd rather have people talking here with me and others to see what they think or any ideas they may have.
Re: [OOC] The Cabin
Okay, so even though some characters are obviously speaking German, to make it fun and because Moon and I were discussing it, she probably won't understand your accents or something else. Just to make it more fun. You guys might need to try and hunt for something to make some sort of drawing with. There are no pens or pencils. Oh and on the top of things, there are no glasses, no knifes, forks or spoons, and only cold water, no hot. And there is no plug for the sink. And the bath has no plug, so if you dare use the bath, you need to take off the shower bit to wash your hair and body - in cold water. <_<
Re: [OOC] The Cabin
I'm going to enjoy being Adam. It's like playing my own personal Adrian Monk. Plus a little bit of Adam from that movie I want to see. Yippee~!
Enteeways, posted.. :D
Enteeways, posted.. :D
Re: [OOC] The Cabin
Accepted Lyn. I've posted the setup for where your character is and all will be revealed in due time. Cue evil laugh now.
Re: [OOC] The Cabin
First post is up guys. Read carefully. I want everyone to have at least posted once and made their intros before posting again. Thanks. Enjoy <3
Re: [OOC] The Cabin
Right, I'm working on the first post now which will announce who you are paired with :)
Re: [OOC] The Cabin
Okay, so I have the list of accepted players.
I'm awaiting Moonstar and Script's characters but the ones I've accepted are:
Allyce Allen - MotherDragons
Geraldine Ford - lilrocker
Todd Manay - Spectrum
Faith Williams - Skatergal
Arian - Saken
Reid Langston - XavierDantius32
I'm awaiting Moonstar and Script's characters but the ones I've accepted are:
Allyce Allen - MotherDragons
Geraldine Ford - lilrocker
Todd Manay - Spectrum
Faith Williams - Skatergal
Arian - Saken
Reid Langston - XavierDantius32
Re: [OOC] The Cabin
Okay so I've accepted Saken, MotherDragons and Spectrum to the RP so far. I'm working on setting up a first post and don't worry if I haven't accepted your character yet. It doesn't mean that I have rejected it. I'm carefully reading through all of them as I have over eight people (some are still creating their profiles at the moment).
Re: [OOC] The Cabin
At the moment I'm looking for unusual + quirky characters. I'm still waiting for the others that showed interest to post their characters and if that equals eight or more then I'll start accepting then. At the moment the only characters I've accepted are the three that I'm creating that aren't part of the chosen eight. I'll let people know when I've accepted though.
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This is a really creative idea. It sounds really fun :) Is there any specific characters you are looking for? I already submitted my character Chloe, but I'm just wondering.
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Oh, and btw, we now need some male characters to enter. I don't want it to be all females, lol.
Re: [OOC] The Cabin
Okay, so just as a bit of info for you guys, I have created a couple of mystery characters. These will be revealed during the roleplay at set times so don't worry about them. And just because they are mysteries, doesn't mean they are bad guys. They could be, but you'll need hard evidence to prove it. So be careful.
Also, out of the eight victims, I might chose one or two to be inside men and in on getting the victims. If anyone objects then PM me and let me know so others aren't aware that people have objected.
And the narrator is the person that is setting up 'events' and is most likely to be the mastermind behind this and will be the one that most likely contacts the inside men (if there are any).
Also, out of the eight victims, I might chose one or two to be inside men and in on getting the victims. If anyone objects then PM me and let me know so others aren't aware that people have objected.
And the narrator is the person that is setting up 'events' and is most likely to be the mastermind behind this and will be the one that most likely contacts the inside men (if there are any).
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Thanks for the characters submitted so far. I'll have a character up hopefully tonight or tomorrow night. I have no internet access in the day from my laptop so can only post during the evenings after work. I'm going to wait a day or so as well to see if the people that were interested still are before accepting as I want to pick the eight that I think will work well in the RP. That is, if more than eight apply. If not then I'll just accept the eight, of course.
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Just the one that is in the RP tab in the link provided. Just put all the information there and for biography I just want it to lead up to the hours before your 'abduction' I'll get up more of an explanation about the actual abduction in the first IC post, most likely.