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 Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 7:23 pm
The ballroom is down the hallway, after you've broken out of your room. The windows are barred, and it's the dead of night. A quick look around, and you see two more doors. One with a painted '2' on it, and another with a painted '7' on it. You'll meet your other acquaintances here. Once everyone assembles...well...
Hope everyone assembles in time...else, you'll all be dead.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 7:14 pm
 Edit - ((OOC: Whoops, I looked back on this and realized I put '2' for the door she wanted to go through, not 7. xDD))
She was here at what she could plainly see was a ballroom. It was large and beautiful to the young woman. The marble walls were accented by rich gold patterns and the ceiling was a breathtaking painting itself, extending from one end of the room to the other. It probably costed millions to decorate the room as so... But what really caught Aza's attention were the two numbered doors. There was one with a '2' and the other had a '7'. Aza once again thought of him as she gazed at the two doors.
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He spoke quickly, his words almost slurring together in his hurry to tell the girl who stood before her his story. He explained it quietly, his voice shaking a little with the memory of it, and continued anxiously, not skipping a beat or leaving anything out. The girl's face quickly changed from shock to concern to horror and then back to surprise again as the boy continued. The two discussed the story in great length after the boy finished. When at last they had finished talking, a deep silence settled down over the two. Finally, the girl spoke up with a tender smile. "Well, you're back now, and that's all that matters to me," she said and leaned up to kiss the boy. They went their separate ways, each off to their respective house.
The next day, the boy was found dead in his own home. The police never explained clearly to the girl what happened, but she already knew. That day, a girl died too, but not in flesh and bone. It was her soul, her very heart that disappeared.
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Aza slowly wandered over to the door labeled with a '7'. She reached up with a smooth skinned hand to caress the surface, her pretty face edged with sadness. This was it. This was the door she would take no matter what. Her eyes landed on the watch on her left wrist. On it was the number '2'. She felt nothing as she stared at the screen. All she had to do now was wait. There were others, that she was sure of. They would come soon enough. She turned and sat in one of the chairs, sitting in a graceful manner with her legs curved to the side and her hands in her lap like a proper lady. Aza felt her eyes beginning to water and then tears ran down her cheeks, landing on her hands. She sat there and silently cried, the memories floating back to the surface of her mind, bringing with them fresh pain and renewed sadness.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 12:45 pm
Cecily followed the black haired woman into the ballroom, with a less grace and a lot more shaking. It wasn't just her voice anymore. It had slowly moved to her hands as she gave the keycards to her partner, and now it was her entire being. But... she was free now, right? The room went out to a hallway, which opened out to a ballroom. White walls with intricate gold... everywhere. The other side was a dead end, and all other doors were locked. The girl expected them to just be rooms identical to the one they just broke out of.
Subconsciously pulling on her sweater's sleeves, the girl wandered into the ballroom, seeing nothing but the black-haired woman, sitting there crying. The situation was similar to something that happened years ago to the girl, but she didn't realize it yet. She stood there and stared for a bit, then decided to go over to her, whether the woman wanted her to or not. "U-um..." She started, kicking herself for not being more eloquent. She wasn't good with crying people. "We're free now, aren't we? You shouldn't cry." Apparently she hadn't looked at her surroundings enough. There wasn't anywhere to go but two doors with nothing but a number on them. Cecily looked up now to see a big 2 and a 7 on the doors. She was now oddly aware of the bracelet/watch thing that was stuck on her wrist. It wouldn't come off no matter how hard she tugged on it. There was a digital '6' on it, and that was all. It sort of looked like a watch, but it couldn't be six o'clock judging by the blackness she could see through the parts of the windows that weren't barred. She went over to the door with the 2 on it and tugged. She wasn't that strong, but she was capable of opening doors. And this one was sealed shut.
And now, after pulling on the bracelet, the barred windows, and the steel doors, she truly felt trapped. She leaned her back against the wall to the left of the door, then sighed and slid down, curling up into a ball right under a weird device. What was she going to do now? Her arms wrapped around her legs and she buried her face into her knees. What was there to do now?
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:11 pm
Aza looked up. The girl from before was telling her something. Aza sniffed and shook her head. "...No, it's not that," she whispered and said no more. She brushed the tears from her eyes as the girl walked away, pulling on the bracelet she wore and the doors. It was no use. They were trapped, not that that scared Aza. She wondered though, had he felt terror when he played this game? Had he thought of her like she thought of him? But unlike the past, she could never see the one she loved again. With a final sniff, Aza turned her head to the side, staring at the nearest barred window. In an attempt to get her mind to think of other things, she began to sing softly. It was quiet but beautiful singing that drifted through the air, echoing a little in the large room.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:48 pm
 Whatever the case, the blackette and 'Wonder-girl' were now safe. Well, that wasn't the best word for it. Okay, the blackette and Wonder-girl were now in a safer location than they were in previously.located in. The room would be filled with CO, so there was no reason to go back...thankfully, now they were out.
Not out of the woods yet though. He could tell that from the windows. The same styled bars went down this hallway. The same style, the same looks, the same decor too. Whatever the kidnappers were doing...they made sure to tell them this wasn't the end. Not at all. And running now, the two exited the door close-by...
Crash.
The door flung open. And instantly, the next room's lights blinded him. A chandelier, twice as big as he was moving down from a painted ceiling. A golden ballroom, lit through this light was set above both the newcomers. Finally coming into view, the blackette inspected the room frantically, breathing in rapid bursts to take in all or any sources of air he could. The CO problem was fixed, so now he could rest.
Now that was fitted with a new problem. They weren't alone.
His head looked upwards to the two others they had now come to meet. No one he recognized, or that his amnesia would allow him to recognize that was here. Just two fairly attractive girls. Honestly, he couldn't decide on who was more attractive. And honestly, the girl behind him wasn't so bad either. Then again..
If the pinkette was the kidnapper, that opinion would go down the shitter within an instant. But that were besides the point. His ears were filled with vocals. The musically-gifted kind. Coming from the black-haired woman. His eyes moved up her body as though he were checking her out. But, in reality, he was looking what what was behind her. His pupils shrunk again. Dammit, not again!
His sanity was slowly dropping, finally he began to slowly move closer to the two females in question. He wasn't paying much mind to the other girls, really. He didn't even care if they pulled a knife on him or something. The only thing the boy particularly cared about was getting the ******** out of this place. It was only serving as a medium for horror and hell among other things to him.
Finally reaching the door with a two, the boy moved in-between both of the other girls, placing a hand on the knob. He tried to open it. He placed both hands on it, and pulled with all his might. Or, whatever might he could muster. He was still physically exhausted from just waking up like, an hour ago or something.,
Looking to the other two, he only just realized what he had unconsciously done a few seconds earlier. Taking a step back, he looked at both of them. "...who...? Whatever. It's not important. Were you two kidnapped too?!" both girls look splendid. He looked towards Raven-head, who he would call the black-haired girl caught his attention with the singing before. She was crying. While the silvernette/blonde next to him (he couldn't tell) was too busy freaking out from this kidnapping game, curled up in a ball against the wall.
Tres looked down. Seriously...this was s**t luck right here. Sure, he found two potential friends. But he didn't know if he could trust any of them. He had his doubts, which only perplexed him further. Until, that is, he noticed the watches. Well, bracelets were a correct term.
...they have...bracelets too, huh? the man moved his left wrist up. There was what sat on his own arm; his bracelet. With a number 3 on it. Which meant...?
Absolute s**t. Great. Tres couldn't remember it anyways, and honestly, with this damn amnesia there wasn't much point in trying. He moved to sit his a** on the ground next to the door. He needed some kind of hint to push through this...he needed something...anything. A little more information. Something. ANYTHING. Just make him stop thinking for five minutes...
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 3:09 pm
Aza abruptly stopped her singing when two people barged into the ballroom: a young man with crimson eyes and a woman with pink hair. She immediately looked down at her hands, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with the presences of two others, more so because of the boy who had been staring at her. "Yes," Aza quietly responded to the boy's question. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she reached up to finger her necklace nervously. What she really wanted to do at the moment was just run away from all these people, but she forced herself to stay seated. Her eyes wandered over to the black haired boy again at some point. There was something about him that was faintly nostalgic... And then she realized what it was. It was his eyes. They reminded her of his before he had died. Sai... Clearing her throat, Aza looked at the black haired boy and said softly, "What's the number on your watch?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 9:00 pm
Raven-hair spoke first of the too, which made the blackette worried for the other female in the room. Not Cinq, but the one who was curled up in a ball by the wall. He felt the need to calm her down, but he already knew that if he couldn't keep his own sanity in check, there was little to no point in keeping someone else's. Either that would end just as bad as it started, or the insanity would escalate to crazy heights.
And the only thing that would get them was probably a bullet in each of their brains. If they had a gun, that was.
His eyes traveled to the raven-haired girl once again, listening to her question quietly. Moving his wrist up, he held it in front of him, his fist clinched as he revealed his number. "I've got 3 here. Whatever it means, I don't know. But I guess we'll just have to find out. How about your's? All of your's, rather?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 2:33 pm
"...2," Aza averted her gaze from the boy once more. She already knew what the numbers meant, but she didn't intend on telling the others, not that she wanted to be selfish. Rather, what was the point? They'd probably find out eventually once the others gathered. The information most likely rested with one of them. Besides, Aza had no intention of saying anything that would be even remotely linked to her past. Could she trust any of these people? So far she didn't think so.
Aza looked at the girl who had been in the same room from before with her, debating whether or not she should go over and try to make her feel better as she had done with her. In the end she decided against it. She still didn't feel comfortable around these people as she knew too little about them. Speaking of which, she did not yet know what to call them... "Please feel free to call me Rouge, but what should I call each of you? Anything will do, even if it's not your real name." Aza understood that they might not be willing to give up such personal information about themselves, as she felt the same way. After all, they were complete strangers. But she had to at least call them by something, because they were stuck together for the time being.
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Centipedes In Utero Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 8:16 pm
 Everything but the kitchen Cinq "It's not really escapism, is it? It's day leave at best." "Oiwah - Don't pull so hard, boy..." It was the only protest she offered as the blackette pulled her along down the corridor. She was saddened to see no Bob Barker or giant check waiting for them outside the room, no fanfare, no welcome whatsoever. The hall had been devoid of life. But now...she did not expect to see the small gathering of people within the magnificent room.
Still feeling the effects of the gas, Adrian turned in a small circle, gaping at her surroundings. The voices of one of the girls and the blackette sounded miles away from her. She placed both hands on either cheek. A poem came to mind, one she spoke without further thought.
"I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze, I cannot get out, said the starling...
Lo.
Li.
Ta."
She turned to smile at the others as she finished, an eerie smile more befitting of a doll than human. A wave of dizziness struck her as the voices of the other people returned in strength. She placed a hand against her temple as the information processed itself through her brain. Watches...numbers. Blackette had 3. Tres. Two for the black haired girl. Deux. She held up her own wrist, briefly flashing the watch there at the other two.
"Mine is 5. Hmhm...I cannot tell you my true name - they carry much power and can be used against you. So...you may call me Cinq." The self-named Cinq threw her arms into the air. "Yes! CINQ! Le nombre cinq magnifique!" She dropped her arms to her side and fell backwards onto the floor, laughing hysterically at some joke only she understood.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 7:37 pm
H ✪Abracapokus✪  Lewis was still feeling the high of being alive (Or maybe it was the CO) when he started moving again. He strolled the elaborate clean white walls wearing a large grin across his face. All the while he was unconsciously stroking the face of the large digital bracelet secured around his left wrist. It was on his wrist very tight, and very secure. Other than sawing off his arm, there was no way he was going to just pull it off. But why in the world did he have it on, what was it supposed to do?
Soon he came to a small elaborate door at the end of the hallway. The young man hesitated before opening it. His encounter in the poison gas room made him a bit wary. Lewis didn't like to participate in escape tricks where he didn't hold the key. Still, the only thing back the way came was the room of death. "Here, goes nothing." he threw open the door.
The moment he entered he was greeted with hysteric laughter, befit of a performance where the fool was just pranked. The young performer's face went red, knowing very well who the fool probably was. Though when he actually saw where the laughter was coming from, his attitude changed.
The room was filled with four people. One young lady was on the ground, laughing hysterically at a joke no one else seemed to understand, "Never entertain an audience with an inside joke." Elsewhere, a man and woman were holding a conversation, though both of them now seemed fixated on the laughing woman. From their clothes, both seemed to be well off financially. Was one of them the the owner of this house? Since no one seemd to notice him yet, he simply stared thoughtfully at the group of people, trying to make sense of the situation.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 10:21 pm
Other people filed into the room one by one. First there came a guy with black hair and piercing red eyes. Following closely behind was a pink haired girl who was mumbling a poem? Only moments later did another man come, wearing a vest. He looked more confused than anyone else. But of course, he did just come into the room. Cecily was probably just as perplexed. And now, while everyone was over there talking, Cecily was sitting by herself against a wall. She hoped she wasn't bringing anyone spirits down by being depressed over there. She jumped up at that thought, got dizzy, and wobbled towards the bunch. "I'm number 6," she piped up, stepping on her tiptoes to get attention and stand at the same height as the rest of them. How childish.
The elegant woman who was in the room with Cecily was called Rouge, apparently. It fit her, truthfully. And pinky was Cinq. These people were all smart for not giving their real names. Cecily was a very cautious person and would've probably given a fake alias had they asked for a name. Cinq summed it up perfectly; they carried to much power and could be used against you. "Um, this doesn't have much to do with my number, but you can call me Firefly." She said, regretting it slightly after saying it. It was something her dad used to call her, and it was a name precious to her. But not a very good code name. "Does anyone know why we're here?" She asked, the red-eyed boy's word 'kiddnapped' bouncing around in her head. Suddenly she felt very tired. Her eyes flickered over to the male and she blinked expectantly. By the look on his face it seemed like he knew better than anyone what was going on.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 4:42 pm
Cross-examining all of these new friends would take far too much time...and it was QUITE possible that the killer could come kill all of them at any minute. Or, one of the players could turn up to be the kidnapper...which, once again rose the idea of Ms. Pinkette being the culprit. The blackette was forced to stay on guard...
Even a girl could end up murdering him. That's not a risk he wanted to take right now. For now, it was best to lay low, and hopefully get rid of this damn headac- oh hey, it was gone. Fancy that. Now, finally being able to think clearly...
He couldn't remember jack s**t. Everything was blurred, fragmented, and sent into an oblivion of unrecorded memory. Like the giant bucket that held all his memories spilled over, and the chain that held it all together tore apart one by one. Images filled his mind, but nothing made sense, as it was all fragmented. All the people he saw were silhouettes. Hell, the only thing he could get a real good grasp on was...
His name.
"Call me Tres, kay? My number being 3 and all. Beats something stupid..." the male rubbed his arm with his left hand, before moving it to his face. He needed to think. He needed something solid. Some memory that would come back to him. But his search was, yet again, bearing no such fruit. Always a fragment, one after another. And it was personally getting on his nerves.
Luckily, the pinkette, who had just named herself Cinq spoke up. Tres's eyes shot up like lightning He hadn't been paying her much mind till now, but as soon as that name reached his ears, he remembered the letter. Maybe one that would explain their situation. Digging through his pockets, he traveled every inch of them, desperate in his search for solid information.
Not that this situation wasn't a little...'adrenaline-pumping'. Which was odd, because in some way, he was enjoying himself. A tiny smile moved to his face, but instantly hid itself without even a second thought of it.
Back to reality, his digging proved useful. Pulling out the letter again, he began to read the front of the letter. To his shock, the name he had already said he was using was on this letter. Tres's eyebrow raised, before attempting to tearing it open. He would commence reading it, but moving his eyes up, he listened to the girl quietly.
The other girl, on the floor (or was on the floor) also announced herself to own the six watch. And her name as well, going by 'Firefly' His eyes blinked, but he kept going about his business. ...I...guess fireflies have six legs? Not...totally random. Tres thought to himself. Rubbing his temples again, he pulled on the contents of the letter. His face was sweating. Would something explode? Would poisonous gas erupt? Would...all of them die?
As the paper moved to his hands, he unfolded it. And was surprised by the end result. The only thing that the legible were five simple words. He read them off quietly. "Welcome to the Nonary Game" To answer that girl's question, this 'Nonary Game' was the reason they were here...but-
What was that?
Something in the corner of his eye moved. Like lightning, his whole body spun, and he looked directly at the object that did. More like a figure. A brunette, who looked obviously suspicious right now observing them, was standing there in the corner. He felt his heart drop into his stomach. If this was the kidnapper...wouldn't he be armed? No no...even though this guy was now the most suspicious of them all, he wasn't going to sink as low as to suspect a newcomer. But for now...he wanted answers.
"Who the hell are you?" he questioned angrily, his eyebrow raised an inch further, almost to the point where it seemed too high. His hostility wasn't welcomed, but it was justified by...well...this entire s**t-storm of an incident. Hell. His suspicions only rose of everyone. He didn't want to believe it, but they all seemed suspicious. He'd have a tough time believing...hell of a time to be a skeptic.
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Centipedes In Utero Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 4:57 pm
Everything but the kitchen Cinq "It's not really escapism, is it? It's day leave at best." Her laughter ended as abruptly as it came. A sensation of dull pain, then numbness was the culprit. For a moment, Cinq could do nothing more than spasm on the floor and utter breathy moans. She turned on her side, tucking her knees into her chest as she gripped her head with her hands. So much...pressure. She released her head and allowed her cheek to rest onto the cool floor. The coolness felt good against her throbbing temples. Soothing, almost. If she closed her eyes and forgot herself, she would drift off in minutes. Something prevented her from doing so, of course.
She rolled over onto her back, just in time to see another person run in. This one was male, and possibly a bit older than herself. Everyone else had introduced themselves, but this stranger who just burst in was still a big sloppy old question mark. The blackette - Tres - wasted no time in yelling out demands. Cinq slowly rolled onto her knees and forced herself into a standing position, grabbing at Firefly for stabilization. Falling on the floor like that so suddenly in her current state had made the world tilt along with her."You're too loud, Tres. And so rude~ Try asking nicely next time." She waved a dismissive hand at the young man. Why did he have to be such a grumpy Gus?
She wrapped an arm around the shoulders of the small Firefly, giving the smaller woman a sly wink before looking to the others. "Mmm, a game, yes. We're all playing a game - like Shakespeare...'All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.' I dunno why we're playing it, though..." She turned her head and puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. "I shouldn't even be here," she muttered quietly to herself.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 3:53 pm
Luis released a heavy sigh of relief as the door opened, and without further ado he strode across the threshold, closing the door once more. Out here he could only assume he wasn't in danger of being poisoned by carbon monoxide––though who knew what else was waiting for him. Or... who else. The man stared at the small gathering of other people. They were a diverse bunch, to say the least. Quietly he observed the lot of them. Some looked more unnerved than others, and one... Something tugged at the back of Luis's mind, as if there was something he was supposed to remember but could not. In the end he let the thought slip away, as he was certain it was nothing important, otherwise he wouldn't have forgotten it in the first place.
He took the folder in his hands and put the card keys and letter within it as he strode forward, his pace brisk and resolute. Wordlessly he approached the group, stopping just far enough away from them so as to indicate an air of caution. None of them really seemed particularly threatening, mostly because Luis dealt with violent behemoths on a regular basis and was fully capable of dealing with them, but it didn't hurt to be careful. Especially because he had no idea what was going on.
Luis said nothing as he stood there, instead choosing to take the time to finally open the letter that had been addressed to him.
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