Maevrys
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Maevrys
Just another face.
Announcement
Bound, gagged, and drugged, four people have been kidnapped from their normal life and placed into unknown rooms. Their bounds were loosened but not removed, their gags left on. Once everyone was placed safely in their starting point, the little hands that make sure everything is perfect disappear. The stage is set, the drugs likely wearing off soon. The speakers on the ceilings let off some static before the announcer clears his voice and loudly exclaims, "LET THE GAMES BEGIIIIIN!"
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budgieboi
a pitiable soul
Nana was still completely asleep, until the loud voice rang throughout the room. But as the announcement yelled out, her body awoke with a jolt, convulsing suddenly without reasoning as her limbs involuntary rushed through her bondaged ropes.
She let out a yelp of surprise, as she usually slept long, and she usually never put up an alarm. Through her movements, her glasses flung away, quite a distance, but she almost didn't notice it in her rush of startled actions. "Ah, God! Who is that?" She asked, as if someone were to listen over on her, almost as if she was calling for help, "Gah!" This was completely new to her, and as her eyes flung over, she realized that she definitely wasn't in her room.
Eventually, after a couple of quick seconds, her body eventually came to a standstill. Her heart was still inanely beating, but, well, she was tired. "Oh, God," she murmured, far more quieter, still coming down from that sudden noise.
At this moment, she hasn't yet realized that there are other people around her, nor the seriousness of the situation. In fact, all that her mind was processing right now was the fact that she wasn't in her room or in bed, she'll have to get up sooner than expected and the jumpscare that she had.
She let out a yelp of surprise, as she usually slept long, and she usually never put up an alarm. Through her movements, her glasses flung away, quite a distance, but she almost didn't notice it in her rush of startled actions. "Ah, God! Who is that?" She asked, as if someone were to listen over on her, almost as if she was calling for help, "Gah!" This was completely new to her, and as her eyes flung over, she realized that she definitely wasn't in her room.
Eventually, after a couple of quick seconds, her body eventually came to a standstill. Her heart was still inanely beating, but, well, she was tired. "Oh, God," she murmured, far more quieter, still coming down from that sudden noise.
At this moment, she hasn't yet realized that there are other people around her, nor the seriousness of the situation. In fact, all that her mind was processing right now was the fact that she wasn't in her room or in bed, she'll have to get up sooner than expected and the jumpscare that she had.
;Rain;
Savage Princess Baby
MAVIS DONNAR
Female || 18 || Tags; N/A
Female || 18 || Tags; N/A
A loud static sound filled Mavis' ears, prompting her eyes to open slightly. Dim light flooded into her eyes as she attempted to sit up. About halfway up, she felt a tugging at her wrists. After a moment of staring at the restraints, her eyes widened and she jerked her wrists out of the somewhat loose ties.
Now, with her heart beating quite quickly, she pulled her feet out of the ties that were near the end of the bed. As Mavis moved her hands to her face, she ripped it off, all the while listening to the deep, ominous voice coming from a speaker. She whipped her head around quickly, looking for the origin of the voice.
Once the announcement was over with, Mavis pushed herself to her feet. She wobbled a bit and clutched her stomach, it was obvious that she had been drugged. Still feeling a bit woozy, her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room. She glanced down at the bed she had been in seconds ago, and was disgusted at how dirty it was. The floors seems to be wooden with various dents and scratches, which lead her to think about what pervious altercations there could have bene in this room.
Mavis took a few steps forwards toward the wall, putting one hand against it and eventually propping herself completely onto the wall. Her fingertips trailed along the unflattering, cheap, golden patterned wallpaper. The room smelled musty which made Mavis crinkle her nose up and frown.
Mavis ran her fingers through her black hair as she turned her head to face the left side of the room. She let a sigh escape her lips as she quickly thought about possible solutions to this situation.
Now, with her heart beating quite quickly, she pulled her feet out of the ties that were near the end of the bed. As Mavis moved her hands to her face, she ripped it off, all the while listening to the deep, ominous voice coming from a speaker. She whipped her head around quickly, looking for the origin of the voice.
Once the announcement was over with, Mavis pushed herself to her feet. She wobbled a bit and clutched her stomach, it was obvious that she had been drugged. Still feeling a bit woozy, her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room. She glanced down at the bed she had been in seconds ago, and was disgusted at how dirty it was. The floors seems to be wooden with various dents and scratches, which lead her to think about what pervious altercations there could have bene in this room.
Mavis took a few steps forwards toward the wall, putting one hand against it and eventually propping herself completely onto the wall. Her fingertips trailed along the unflattering, cheap, golden patterned wallpaper. The room smelled musty which made Mavis crinkle her nose up and frown.
Mavis ran her fingers through her black hair as she turned her head to face the left side of the room. She let a sigh escape her lips as she quickly thought about possible solutions to this situation.
Mike
♥ ♥ ♥
Winnie woke up with a heavy, exhausted sigh. His head was pounding, from what he assumed had been the entire day he had spent online the day before, working. It wasn't quite unusual for him to wake up with headaches, but Winnie couldn't help but feel annoyance at Margaret for selfishly playing her silly cartoon at top volume on the television. He wasn't sure which annoying game show was on Nickelodeon now, but he distinctly remembered a loud "let the game's begin" waking him from his somewhat peaceful sleep. "Margaret, come on now ..." He finally opened his eyes, bringing a hand to rub his temple before realization struck him. "...Daddy's trying to sleep," he trailed off, his eyes slowly widening. His hands were bound, and a movement of his foot proved his feet were as well. It wasn't hard for him to get them off, as they were adjusted very loosely. Once his hands were free, he pushed himself up, his lip curling in disgust at the mattress he saw beneath him. It was very ratty looking and very uncomfortable, he noticed, compared to his Tempurpedic at home.
Winnie was trying to calm himself down before he bothered looking around the rest of the room. His heart was pounding in his chest, and it was quite an unusual experience for Winnie. He rarely felt this way - what was it, fear? He inhaled deeply before opening his eyes again, observing his surroundings. The wall was a pleasant gold, the wallpaper reminding him of the gold wallpaper he had in the sun-room, the room that Margaret loved to read in. That's when the sheer panic hit in again. Oh, his dear Margaret. Without him there, she was, without a doubt, all alone. He could imagine her crying, more than likely in the same panic he was at the moment without anybody there. He brought his knees to his chest, working once more in any attempt to calm himself down. He needed out of there, and he needed out absolutely at that moment. He exhaled heavily, mumbling a "fuck" while raking thin hands through his hair. A plan. That's what he needed. Winnie was excellent at coming up with plans. First of all, he needed to find his captor, or perhaps find a potential exit for when he could escape. Fuck if he'd die here, Margaret needed him. He placed a hand against the golden-papered wall, bracing himself as he stood up. He felt rather lightheaded, the headache not subsiding whatsoever. "Hey!" He called loudly, cupping his hands. Perhaps his captor would hear him. He considered adding a "Show yourself, piece of shit" but surely taunting someone who practically had control of his life wasn't the wisest option. He walked to the door and turned the handle, looking in both directions of the wide hallway before stepping out. "Hello!" he called again. He knew someone was here,
at least, as the "let the games begin" confirmed. Finding them, however, was another thing.
Winnie was trying to calm himself down before he bothered looking around the rest of the room. His heart was pounding in his chest, and it was quite an unusual experience for Winnie. He rarely felt this way - what was it, fear? He inhaled deeply before opening his eyes again, observing his surroundings. The wall was a pleasant gold, the wallpaper reminding him of the gold wallpaper he had in the sun-room, the room that Margaret loved to read in. That's when the sheer panic hit in again. Oh, his dear Margaret. Without him there, she was, without a doubt, all alone. He could imagine her crying, more than likely in the same panic he was at the moment without anybody there. He brought his knees to his chest, working once more in any attempt to calm himself down. He needed out of there, and he needed out absolutely at that moment. He exhaled heavily, mumbling a "fuck" while raking thin hands through his hair. A plan. That's what he needed. Winnie was excellent at coming up with plans. First of all, he needed to find his captor, or perhaps find a potential exit for when he could escape. Fuck if he'd die here, Margaret needed him. He placed a hand against the golden-papered wall, bracing himself as he stood up. He felt rather lightheaded, the headache not subsiding whatsoever. "Hey!" He called loudly, cupping his hands. Perhaps his captor would hear him. He considered adding a "Show yourself, piece of shit" but surely taunting someone who practically had control of his life wasn't the wisest option. He walked to the door and turned the handle, looking in both directions of the wide hallway before stepping out. "Hello!" he called again. He knew someone was here,
at least, as the "let the games begin" confirmed. Finding them, however, was another thing.
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Devious Dilbert
Double the D, double the fun.
“Veridius”
(Firstly, your post,
Maevrys
, suggests that we're in different rooms, yet two people have posted like the characters are all in the same for some reason. I'm dropping my dude into his own room. Just making that clear to everyone.)
“Let the games begin!”
His eyes were jolted open, already panicked by his surroundings in just a few seconds of consciousness. Though long messy hair obstructed his vision, it took an idiot not to realize their situation. And from within him he could feel the rising of fear, a genuine, debilitating fear of the unknown as he gasped for breath, only coming to realize that he was unable to make any noise. He was gagged.
He tried to jolt himself up using his arms, but failed to do so because of his bounds. His bounds… He was tied up with rope on a bed. This sent wild thoughts blaring into his head.
What the fuck is this?!
What the fuck is this?!
Even more adrenaline pumped through him as he erratically attempted to pull his hands apart- until he realized that his bounds were loose. Confused, he slipped his wrists through the loops. As he sat up, he kicked his legs out of the ropes at his feet and then frantically ripped off the bandana tied around his mouth.
He needed a second to compose himself, to calm the pounding in his chest. He sat in this room, taking in the chic design of the wallpaper, and then the horribly scratched floor. And the putrid mattress…
I-Is this some fucking sex dungeon?
The abused wooden floor made his heart feel like it was dropped in ice. A wave of discomfort loomed over him as he drew his conclusions as to where he was and how much danger he was in.
He thought of how dreadful this room’s history must be. And now he was next for whatever sick practice is conducted here. He quietly thought of how he could possibly die. And how he was alone and how nobody would know. And then he thought of opening the door and running out, fighting his way through a group of criminals, sex traffickers, or slavers. Or… perhaps stealthily scurrying through their compound and finding an exit in secret. He pictured it in his mind, surviving this and then going home.
But it took bravery… and sitting here without action would surely set a clear fate for him in stone.
He figured that if he had a chance, he had to take it even if he was consumed by fear. And so, he stood up from the dirtied mattress and carefully, slowly, brought himself to the door, which seemed to grow in presence and height with every step, towering and towering, until he stopped and put his hand on the shiny knob.
He stared into the wood, breathing deeply.
He took another couple of seconds preparing himself for a fight, just in case he would meet another face behind the divider.
Once he was ready, he attempted to turn the knob.
(Interacting with:
Maevrys
I guess for now.)
(Firstly, your post,
Maevrys
, suggests that we're in different rooms, yet two people have posted like the characters are all in the same for some reason. I'm dropping my dude into his own room. Just making that clear to everyone.)“Let the games begin!”
His eyes were jolted open, already panicked by his surroundings in just a few seconds of consciousness. Though long messy hair obstructed his vision, it took an idiot not to realize their situation. And from within him he could feel the rising of fear, a genuine, debilitating fear of the unknown as he gasped for breath, only coming to realize that he was unable to make any noise. He was gagged.
He tried to jolt himself up using his arms, but failed to do so because of his bounds. His bounds… He was tied up with rope on a bed. This sent wild thoughts blaring into his head.
What the fuck is this?!
What the fuck is this?!
Even more adrenaline pumped through him as he erratically attempted to pull his hands apart- until he realized that his bounds were loose. Confused, he slipped his wrists through the loops. As he sat up, he kicked his legs out of the ropes at his feet and then frantically ripped off the bandana tied around his mouth.
He needed a second to compose himself, to calm the pounding in his chest. He sat in this room, taking in the chic design of the wallpaper, and then the horribly scratched floor. And the putrid mattress…
I-Is this some fucking sex dungeon?
The abused wooden floor made his heart feel like it was dropped in ice. A wave of discomfort loomed over him as he drew his conclusions as to where he was and how much danger he was in.
He thought of how dreadful this room’s history must be. And now he was next for whatever sick practice is conducted here. He quietly thought of how he could possibly die. And how he was alone and how nobody would know. And then he thought of opening the door and running out, fighting his way through a group of criminals, sex traffickers, or slavers. Or… perhaps stealthily scurrying through their compound and finding an exit in secret. He pictured it in his mind, surviving this and then going home.
But it took bravery… and sitting here without action would surely set a clear fate for him in stone.
He figured that if he had a chance, he had to take it even if he was consumed by fear. And so, he stood up from the dirtied mattress and carefully, slowly, brought himself to the door, which seemed to grow in presence and height with every step, towering and towering, until he stopped and put his hand on the shiny knob.
He stared into the wood, breathing deeply.
He took another couple of seconds preparing himself for a fight, just in case he would meet another face behind the divider.
Once he was ready, he attempted to turn the knob.
(Interacting with:
Maevrys
I guess for now.)
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budgieboi
a pitiable soul
Like a fucking idiot, Nana eventually begins to realize her situation of being kidnapped and away from her previous life about 20 minutes later than she was supposed to. Perhaps the drug did affect her longer than it was supposed to. But, when she did realize she was in an odd room, feeling the ropes that were previously slightly tighter than they are right now beforehand, her sudden primal fear and confusion has turned into lonely and petrified, and blind anger.
Alone in the room, but nagged with her continuously beating heart. She clutched her chest, wanting it to stop. Calm down. Calm down. Just calm down. Easier said than done. She coughed, her spit spluttering over the floor.
Jesus christ. Games? Was she in some sort of inane social experiment? What kind of... being would want her to be a part of it? Did this mean she was now a victim of human trafficking? Who'd want her as a sex slave anyways? Well, just the possibility made her want to vomit, but for right now, she could only dry heave. Oh, god. How did she even get in this situation in the first place? She didn't even go outside.
None of it made sense.
She now felt around the pressure of the cloth around her teeth, and she peeled it off quickly. It didn't make breathing anymore easier. She kicked the ropes that were around her legs even further, then slowly slipped out of them. She felt around her face a little more, her hand pressing against her face, pulling them down. It was until now that she remembered her blurry sight.
She gasps, and as if something snapped in her head, she flipped on her stomach scrambled around for her glasses, realizing that such a thing essential to her quality of life would disappear so suddenly. That would count same as being in her house would, however, at least there were the chance of her finding her glasses.
Alone in the room, but nagged with her continuously beating heart. She clutched her chest, wanting it to stop. Calm down. Calm down. Just calm down. Easier said than done. She coughed, her spit spluttering over the floor.
Jesus christ. Games? Was she in some sort of inane social experiment? What kind of... being would want her to be a part of it? Did this mean she was now a victim of human trafficking? Who'd want her as a sex slave anyways? Well, just the possibility made her want to vomit, but for right now, she could only dry heave. Oh, god. How did she even get in this situation in the first place? She didn't even go outside.
None of it made sense.
She now felt around the pressure of the cloth around her teeth, and she peeled it off quickly. It didn't make breathing anymore easier. She kicked the ropes that were around her legs even further, then slowly slipped out of them. She felt around her face a little more, her hand pressing against her face, pulling them down. It was until now that she remembered her blurry sight.
She gasps, and as if something snapped in her head, she flipped on her stomach scrambled around for her glasses, realizing that such a thing essential to her quality of life would disappear so suddenly. That would count same as being in her house would, however, at least there were the chance of her finding her glasses.
;Rain;
Savage Princess Baby
MAVIS DONNAR
Female || 18 || Tags; N/A
Female || 18 || Tags; N/A
'Let the games begin' The loud voice repeated in her mind. Mavis had absolutely no clue on what this strange, unfamiliar person could have been talking about. She hadn't signed up for a gameshow, nor had she any recollection on how she had ended up in this strange room. Possibly a practical joke? Maybe by one of her fiends? There could be 100 possibilities as to what this voice was referring too. Though Mavis was still uncertain of what was happening, she was aware that she needed to leave the dirty room.
Her stomach still churning, she moved her way through the dimly lit room to the door, becoming overly aware of the fact she was no longer wearing shoes. Shaking the thought of her bare feet touching the somewhat cold wood, she placed her hand onto the doorknob and turned it slightly. The door made loud creek sounds which gave her the chills down her spine.
She left it cracked open only slightly before peaking out into the hallway. Now stepping out into the hallway, she was even more confused then before. The hallway seems to be never-ending, with an uncountable number of doors on each side. At the end of the hall she could faintly see the outline of what looked like stairs. Figuring that was her best shot, she walked down the hallway, careful to look for glass on the ground.
Mavis glanced on either side of her as she made her way down the seemingly never-ending corridor. After every door she passed, her footsteps become quicker paced until she was practically jogging down the hall.
Her stomach still churning, she moved her way through the dimly lit room to the door, becoming overly aware of the fact she was no longer wearing shoes. Shaking the thought of her bare feet touching the somewhat cold wood, she placed her hand onto the doorknob and turned it slightly. The door made loud creek sounds which gave her the chills down her spine.
She left it cracked open only slightly before peaking out into the hallway. Now stepping out into the hallway, she was even more confused then before. The hallway seems to be never-ending, with an uncountable number of doors on each side. At the end of the hall she could faintly see the outline of what looked like stairs. Figuring that was her best shot, she walked down the hallway, careful to look for glass on the ground.
Mavis glanced on either side of her as she made her way down the seemingly never-ending corridor. After every door she passed, her footsteps become quicker paced until she was practically jogging down the hall.
Sorry this post was a bit short...
budgieboi
a pitiable soul
Nana adjusted on her glasses, and straightened them out as she blinked a couple of times, her world revealing a rather disgusting looking room. She would gag once more, except she didn't have much standards for environment conditions, but the situation was crushing into her. But, she'll eventually get sick of sitting down, pathetic, being simply anxious.
She would have to get up, soon. And, she did. Slowly stepping on her feet, she stumbled forward to the appearing door on the side. Was it locked? It would obviously be locked, right? Her hands felt around for a cold, metal knob, her fragile skin pelting around the harsh, splintery wood. "Tch," she muttered, feeling a tiny split needle, worried that it might caught under her surface.
She turned the knob, which lead to make the door make a shockingly, obvious creaking sound. Cautiously, she stepped outwards into the hall of this odd house, though her eyes struggled to make out an end to it. There had to be, obviously, but it seemed so long.
Her body jolted frozen as soon as she heard quick footsteps, but she couldn't tell if they were getting closer or farther, or anything. Her head tilted towards the direction, wondering if she should call them out, for help, or hide back into her room, because they may be one of the people that put her in this situation in the first place.
She would have to get up, soon. And, she did. Slowly stepping on her feet, she stumbled forward to the appearing door on the side. Was it locked? It would obviously be locked, right? Her hands felt around for a cold, metal knob, her fragile skin pelting around the harsh, splintery wood. "Tch," she muttered, feeling a tiny split needle, worried that it might caught under her surface.
She turned the knob, which lead to make the door make a shockingly, obvious creaking sound. Cautiously, she stepped outwards into the hall of this odd house, though her eyes struggled to make out an end to it. There had to be, obviously, but it seemed so long.
Her body jolted frozen as soon as she heard quick footsteps, but she couldn't tell if they were getting closer or farther, or anything. Her head tilted towards the direction, wondering if she should call them out, for help, or hide back into her room, because they may be one of the people that put her in this situation in the first place.
Devious Dilbert
Double the D, double the fun.
"Veridius"
Surprisingly the knob had turned with no trouble at all.
Why... isn't it locked?
Instead of fully opening the door, he held it in place. Partly due to being dumbfounded, but also because he was curious as to why his captor had made it so easy for him to escape. Firstly, he reviewed the loose ropes. It hadn't occurred to him before, but it seemed almost like he was supposed to remove them by himself. And now he was able to effortlessly leave the room without any of a challenge. These were hardly coincidences, he thought. And this particular realization kept him from proceeding onward. The debilitating fear was coming back, and it was even more paralyzing than before.
What awaited him beyond this room? ...What was he facing? It was obvious to him that whoever put him here wanted him to get out. But why? These people weren't just human traffickers, were they? The possibility left him feeling disturbed, and dread crept up and over his shoulders the more he thought about it. The room itself was already sinister enough... And now he had another reason to be afraid.
Truthfully, he wanted to just slink back into the corner of the room, content on giving in to his fear. But intellectually, he found this to be the worst possible choice to make. Not only would he die, but his life would have been a meaningless battle in which he lost. No pay-off, no compensation for what he had to live through. And he didn't want to die without leaving a mark on the world. he at least wanted something in return for his shitty luck, maybe then he would have been happy. But he only got this- another unnecessary struggle- which angered him, leaving him feeling a deep gash in his chest as his cowardice was being beaten back into its shell, but not without attempting to drag it's assailant in with it.
And so he was at conflict with two different emotions: fear and rage.
You can't die now... Your life has just begun!
...
Why am I so unlucky...?
...
Dammit, why me?! What did I ever do?!
...
Fuck this! We didn't live through all of that just to die now!
...
I can do this. I'll put up a fight if I have to.
And it looked like anger had won, turning now into determination. But fear did have a strong grip.
He was still frozen in place for an unspecified time. To him, it felt like at least a quarter of an hour had passed while he stood with his hand on the doorknob. But finally, he swung the door open, turning the knob and then pushing it open in a quick jab-like movement. And in a blur, the old wood came into contact with the hard stone wall, making a bang echo into the hallway.
He stepped back out of instinct...
But nobody was there. In fact, his first impression of the hallway that lay before him was that it was empty. Not a soul was here with him. Until he peaked his head out, seeing rows of other doors identical to his, and then landing his eyes on a lone girl. Light-blonde hair and glasses. Standing right in front of a wooden door, facing a direction that suggested she had come out of her own room.
Fierce determination turned into easy relief. This girl didn't look like a horrible criminal. She looked scared and confused. And he found comfort in finding another victim of this mess just like him.
He broke from his place at the door, lightly jogging down to her as he excitedly exclaimed, "Oh my god!"
He then realized his crass lack of common courtesy. He had to stop himself to quickly remember to be considerate... How would he feel if some stranger came charging at him in a threatening environment?
To appear less crazed, he put his hands up gesturing for surrender and gradually slowing his pace to come to a walk as he drew closer, hoping he didn't already give her bad vibes.
"Oh my god-" He repeated, hands still up and fumbling for the right words, all the while waiting for her reaction.
(Interacting with:
budgieboi
)
Surprisingly the knob had turned with no trouble at all.
Why... isn't it locked?
Instead of fully opening the door, he held it in place. Partly due to being dumbfounded, but also because he was curious as to why his captor had made it so easy for him to escape. Firstly, he reviewed the loose ropes. It hadn't occurred to him before, but it seemed almost like he was supposed to remove them by himself. And now he was able to effortlessly leave the room without any of a challenge. These were hardly coincidences, he thought. And this particular realization kept him from proceeding onward. The debilitating fear was coming back, and it was even more paralyzing than before.
What awaited him beyond this room? ...What was he facing? It was obvious to him that whoever put him here wanted him to get out. But why? These people weren't just human traffickers, were they? The possibility left him feeling disturbed, and dread crept up and over his shoulders the more he thought about it. The room itself was already sinister enough... And now he had another reason to be afraid.
Truthfully, he wanted to just slink back into the corner of the room, content on giving in to his fear. But intellectually, he found this to be the worst possible choice to make. Not only would he die, but his life would have been a meaningless battle in which he lost. No pay-off, no compensation for what he had to live through. And he didn't want to die without leaving a mark on the world. he at least wanted something in return for his shitty luck, maybe then he would have been happy. But he only got this- another unnecessary struggle- which angered him, leaving him feeling a deep gash in his chest as his cowardice was being beaten back into its shell, but not without attempting to drag it's assailant in with it.
And so he was at conflict with two different emotions: fear and rage.
You can't die now... Your life has just begun!
...
Why am I so unlucky...?
...
Dammit, why me?! What did I ever do?!
...
Fuck this! We didn't live through all of that just to die now!
...
I can do this. I'll put up a fight if I have to.
And it looked like anger had won, turning now into determination. But fear did have a strong grip.
He was still frozen in place for an unspecified time. To him, it felt like at least a quarter of an hour had passed while he stood with his hand on the doorknob. But finally, he swung the door open, turning the knob and then pushing it open in a quick jab-like movement. And in a blur, the old wood came into contact with the hard stone wall, making a bang echo into the hallway.
He stepped back out of instinct...
But nobody was there. In fact, his first impression of the hallway that lay before him was that it was empty. Not a soul was here with him. Until he peaked his head out, seeing rows of other doors identical to his, and then landing his eyes on a lone girl. Light-blonde hair and glasses. Standing right in front of a wooden door, facing a direction that suggested she had come out of her own room.
Fierce determination turned into easy relief. This girl didn't look like a horrible criminal. She looked scared and confused. And he found comfort in finding another victim of this mess just like him.
He broke from his place at the door, lightly jogging down to her as he excitedly exclaimed, "Oh my god!"
He then realized his crass lack of common courtesy. He had to stop himself to quickly remember to be considerate... How would he feel if some stranger came charging at him in a threatening environment?
To appear less crazed, he put his hands up gesturing for surrender and gradually slowing his pace to come to a walk as he drew closer, hoping he didn't already give her bad vibes.
"Oh my god-" He repeated, hands still up and fumbling for the right words, all the while waiting for her reaction.
(Interacting with:
budgieboi
)
budgieboi
a pitiable soul
Nana jolted and almost screamed when a sudden man jumpscared her to near death. Instead, she let out an indescribable, quiet, short and dry shriek when she saw his appearance blink immediately in her sight of view, something completely unexpected and terrifying. A man! A man! Charging after her with a scream, as if he didn't expect her to be in such an area.
It was a motion furthering her condition being that she wasn't supposed to be here, and she was caught, thus trapping herself in deeper trouble. She was caught. It was as if she felt like she died right at that moment!
"Oh god!" she gasped, backing up against the door in initial fear, her face contorted and flushed. A man. A man, appears, slowing his pace to a walk with his hands up. What the heck? This was before she quickly having calmed down to a normal but still on tense anxiety. She blinked, her palm pushing the edge of her glasses into her face, as her hair was shoved upwards, and the other clutching her chest tightly.
She glanced at his hands, and there didn't seem to be any weapon or a gun. If he wanted to kill her, he likely would have tried to do so sooner. Sooner than it took for her to pause for a few seconds, in fear and thought. Nana took a couple of deep, heavy breaths, trying to piece the information together.
"Y... you..." she stuttered, trying to get her question out but clearly struggling. The extremity of the speed of her heartbeat was distracting her, clearly. Her voice was stuck, and shaky as was her body, as she asked her question, her back still pressed against the door. She cleared her throat, though it was by coughing in her elbow, before speaking. "Who... who are you?"
Devious Dilbert
It was a motion furthering her condition being that she wasn't supposed to be here, and she was caught, thus trapping herself in deeper trouble. She was caught. It was as if she felt like she died right at that moment!
"Oh god!" she gasped, backing up against the door in initial fear, her face contorted and flushed. A man. A man, appears, slowing his pace to a walk with his hands up. What the heck? This was before she quickly having calmed down to a normal but still on tense anxiety. She blinked, her palm pushing the edge of her glasses into her face, as her hair was shoved upwards, and the other clutching her chest tightly.
She glanced at his hands, and there didn't seem to be any weapon or a gun. If he wanted to kill her, he likely would have tried to do so sooner. Sooner than it took for her to pause for a few seconds, in fear and thought. Nana took a couple of deep, heavy breaths, trying to piece the information together.
"Y... you..." she stuttered, trying to get her question out but clearly struggling. The extremity of the speed of her heartbeat was distracting her, clearly. Her voice was stuck, and shaky as was her body, as she asked her question, her back still pressed against the door. She cleared her throat, though it was by coughing in her elbow, before speaking. "Who... who are you?"
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Devious Dilbert
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"Veridius"
Well... Good going... You scared her... -He thought, taking a step back in reaction to her screams. His face clearly reflected the sympathy he felt for the poor girl after giving her such a fright. To be fair... he probably would have thrown a hand if their roles were reversed... So perhaps he should at least be thankful that she wasn't the violent type.
"I... Look, I'm sorry..." He started, trying his best to sound genuine.
"I wasn't trying to hurt you... I just- I'm glad I'm not alone in this... you know? I just woke up in a small room tied and bound..."
She obviously didn't belong here. It didn't take a genius to figure that out, he thought.
"Anyway, you can call me... 'Veridius.' Don't ask me why... Just try to understand..."
He noticed that his hands were still up. Now that the girl was calm, he slowly lowered them leaving them stiffly to his sides.
The breaks in their dialogue left the hall in an eerie silence, making him want to never stop talking. Were they the only ones here? That thought seemed almost impossible to him with all these doors lining the hallway.
"Uh... What about you?"
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Well... Good going... You scared her... -He thought, taking a step back in reaction to her screams. His face clearly reflected the sympathy he felt for the poor girl after giving her such a fright. To be fair... he probably would have thrown a hand if their roles were reversed... So perhaps he should at least be thankful that she wasn't the violent type.
"I... Look, I'm sorry..." He started, trying his best to sound genuine.
"I wasn't trying to hurt you... I just- I'm glad I'm not alone in this... you know? I just woke up in a small room tied and bound..."
She obviously didn't belong here. It didn't take a genius to figure that out, he thought.
"Anyway, you can call me... 'Veridius.' Don't ask me why... Just try to understand..."
He noticed that his hands were still up. Now that the girl was calm, he slowly lowered them leaving them stiffly to his sides.
The breaks in their dialogue left the hall in an eerie silence, making him want to never stop talking. Were they the only ones here? That thought seemed almost impossible to him with all these doors lining the hallway.
"Uh... What about you?"
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MAVIS DONNAR
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The hall seemed to go forever, but Mavis knew that it was just her mind playing tricks on her. Refill flooded over her once she stopped passing doors and the stairs came closer to her. She stopped jogging and transitioned to a cautious pace.
Hearing voices behind her, she stood still for a few seconds before confirming there were other people here. Mavis couldn't make out their words, which made it harder to determine weather they were people she should interact with, or if it was better to continue moving on her own. She settled on the later and took the first step down the stairs, the wood creaking underneath her feet. She gasped when the creak filled the long stairway, for she did not expect the noise to be so loud. Her foot slowly placed itself onto the next step, which seemed to make an even louder creak then before. Making a quick decision Mavis ran down the stairs, creating a loud continuous creak.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and took a couple deep breaths. Looking around, there was very little light in this area, much like in the original room she started in. She could make out another hallway, and what seemed like an open area directly in front of her.
Hearing voices behind her, she stood still for a few seconds before confirming there were other people here. Mavis couldn't make out their words, which made it harder to determine weather they were people she should interact with, or if it was better to continue moving on her own. She settled on the later and took the first step down the stairs, the wood creaking underneath her feet. She gasped when the creak filled the long stairway, for she did not expect the noise to be so loud. Her foot slowly placed itself onto the next step, which seemed to make an even louder creak then before. Making a quick decision Mavis ran down the stairs, creating a loud continuous creak.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and took a couple deep breaths. Looking around, there was very little light in this area, much like in the original room she started in. She could make out another hallway, and what seemed like an open area directly in front of her.
I'm not sure how far into the house I should go before a seeker is announced, so I'm just gonna leave this post off here.
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Nana listened to what he was saying wordlessly, though her face was still cautious and contorted as before, it began to eventually relax. Perhaps she is just thankful she hasn't died like that, or that moment hadn't lead to worse. She listened in, feeling his story to be too familiar. Bounded and gagged, in an unfamiliar room that belonged to an unfamiliar building...
"It's... Okay," she stated breathily, before crossing her arms together in a defensive manner. "It's Nana," Her breathing was at it's relative normal, at this point, though it were usually little heavy and strept.
So, it seemed, he was at the same situation she was? So, she wasn't the only person in here that were caught by a similar predicament? She blinked. Perhaps she should say more, perhaps to clear the air. "And, uh, me too," she started, nervously, trying to make sense of what was going on, "...you think we... were kidnapped?"
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"It's... Okay," she stated breathily, before crossing her arms together in a defensive manner. "It's Nana," Her breathing was at it's relative normal, at this point, though it were usually little heavy and strept.
So, it seemed, he was at the same situation she was? So, she wasn't the only person in here that were caught by a similar predicament? She blinked. Perhaps she should say more, perhaps to clear the air. "And, uh, me too," she started, nervously, trying to make sense of what was going on, "...you think we... were kidnapped?"
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