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Realistic or Modern The Horror Beneath: RP Thread

(The stage is one level below where you are. To make your post true, you’d have had to jump off a one-floor drop. Do you want to do that doggodaily doggodaily ?)
 
You jump off the second story level. You land on one of the seat cushions. A sharp pain flows through your legs. You may not be able to run as fast as you normally can, but that went much better than anticipated. You run to the stage. The footsteps are becoming louder. There is a locked chest backstage. Right next to the chest is a throne. It is purple, with dark blue jewels.
 
You jump off the second story level. You land on one of the seat cushions. A sharp pain flows through your legs. You may not be able to run as fast as you normally can, but that went much better than anticipated. You run to the stage. The footsteps are becoming louder. There is a locked chest backstage. Right next to the chest is a throne. It is purple, with dark blue jewels.


John hyperventilates, then takes out the dagger. He digs it into the lock of the chest, attempting to picklock it. "Cmon..please..." He stares at the chest, panting.
 
You whip out the dagger, attempting to use it to open the lock. To your surprise, the lock opens. You successfully opened it. But, you can see the shadows of humans approaching. The shadows are coming in through the first level door, growing larger by the second.

doggodaily doggodaily
 
I quickly try to grab its contents, then look around for a exit frantically. I crouch down infront of a seat and stare around to find a exit.
 
You manage to snatch something out of the chest. While sprinting to a hiding location, you stare at the object that you stole. It’s a pillow. Like the kind of pillows that kings would put their crowns on. Shoot. There had to be something better in the chest. Too late for regrets. Crouching in front of a chair, you make it just when the crowd arrives. Hundreds of man charge into the theater. You can’t obtain a clear view of them. But, some men are heading into your row. You need to scram, now.

doggodaily doggodaily
 
You manage to snatch something out of the chest. While sprinting to a hiding location, you stare at the object that you stole. It’s a pillow. Like the kind of pillows that kings would put their crowns on. Shoot. There had to be something better in the chest. Too late for regrets. Crouching in front of a chair, you make it just when the crowd arrives. Hundreds of man charge into the theater. You can’t obtain a clear view of them. But, some men are heading into your row. You need to scram, now.

doggodaily doggodaily

((was there a exit?
 

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