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Post by Egil on Oct 11, 2014 0:21:41 GMT
The setting is a vast labyrinth that possesses a plethora of different aspects and challenges for those trapped inside; there are a variety of rooms, areas, and passageways that are (mostly) based on the choices that each individual player makes. Sometimes, players will get to interact with eachother and, possibly, progress together. At other times, they'll be completely alone - Atleast, they won't be in the company of fellow homo sapiens. The aspect of this that should be most intruiging, though, is the fact that you're given no distinct goal; whether you want to escape, explore, or something else is irrelevant as long as you continue progressing.
Everyone begins in their own nine foot by nine foot by nine foot, grey-plastered-wall room with a single, bare bulb shining a yellowish light down from the cieling. There's a mattress, some bed sheets, a five-inch diameter hole for post-digested matter in the corner, and a locked, metal door. To start off, those who want to participate must make a post describing their reactions, thoughts, etcetera to waking up in such a room whilst being completely alone and unable to percieve anything that could be going on from behind the door, and are also allowed to dictate the attire/appearance of their character but may not possess any non-clothing beyond minor accessories (such as necklaces).
I will try to make daily replies to this topic so that those participating can progress (that is, if others are posting daily). This is a reboot of an RP I did on another forum, long ago.
Le Rules:
1.) Do not godmode. You may attempt an action (unless it's something insignificant such as breathing, walking, etcetera if the situation doesn't make such actions important), but you cannot dictate what -does- happen when you do something that affects the area or the contents of the area. I do. (And, possibly, others will be able to in the future.)
2.) Do not bitch. If you have a problem with an outcome or anything else, utilize the OOC topic or feel free to PM me so that we can discuss it.
3.) No netspeaking/emocons. Please act as you would if you were roleplaying ingame on MH.
4.) No OOC-in-IC and vice versa. There will be a seperate OOC thread for questions, concerns, discussions, and such.
5.) Be yourself. Enjoy yourself.
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Post by sarah54321 on Nov 12, 2014 2:32:17 GMT
He relatively disliked tight spaces, small spaces, ones that he didn't have a lot of movement in.
Thus, when he suddenly woke up in this room that was a mere nine-feet by nine-feet, he was, honestly, a little panicked. The fact that he didn't know where he was did not make him at first unsettled. It was the fact that it was so small in comparison to what he was used to. Nevertheless, he slowly raised from where he was on the floor.
Joseph had little idea to what was going on. He was scared, yes, panicked, yes. He also felt cramped, in this small room. It also appeared to smell funny, and that light gave it a leery effect even more so. Thus, he decided to try and calm himself, settling down onto the bed-the mattress- that was probably unsanitary and staring at the locked door. Was he kidnapped? The thought ran across his mind. It seemed to be silly, now, to be kidnapped. He wasn't that interesting. He was a mere five-foot-eight, shaggy blonde hair that wasn't very appealing, messy even. He was average at grades, having to keep his hazel eyes pried open half of the time, and he wasn't rich. If anything like the black hoodie and orange long-sleeved t-shirt had anything to say about it. At least he had his black boots that were plenty protective of his feet, but that was that.
After at least thirteen minutes of thinking, he finally began to outwardly panic. By outward, the teenager proceeded to curl up on the bed, hugging his knees and shake. He did not like it here, not at all. He hoped he could leave. Leave--In more than one way. He didn't want to stay here of all places.
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Post by Egil on Nov 12, 2014 20:15:15 GMT
As young Joseph panics, a loud, rustic swinging sound is heard from just behind the door. A few moments afterwards, it would swing open, revealing a simple hallway whose length ran perpendicular to that of the door. In short:
The hallway had no particular odor and was barely illuminated by two weak bulbs, but the sound of rushing water originating to the left resounded throughout the small space. There were two closed, metal doors synonymous to Joseph's own door. Scraps of burnt paper and other miscellaneous, strange material could be found within this hallway. |
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Post by sarah54321 on Nov 12, 2014 22:11:48 GMT
As the fifteen-almost sixteen-year old panicked, he only barely heard the swinging sound. He most definitely noticed the metal door open, though. It even caused him to let out something like a screech and-or a squeak. He almost toppled from the mattress, from that would be silly. He didn't want to be even more panicked about this. He went to crawl off of the bed, standing up and cautiously inching his way over to the doorway.
He poked his little head out, turning it side to side, before trying to step out. He called out, in a timid, but an attempted strong tone,"Hello? Hello!"
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Post by Egil on Nov 13, 2014 0:51:30 GMT
An echo greeted the boy, his own awkwardly-forced words ringing about for a moment before only the sound of rushing water from behind the left door could be heard. A few seconds would go by- then, the second that Joseph stepped into the hallway fully, a faint shriek would pierce his ears from behind the right door. Had that been a human scream? The scraping of metal? Something else? Who knows!
Beyond this, one of the light bulbs in the hallway flickered occasionally but remained lit for the most part.
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Post by sarah54321 on Nov 13, 2014 1:36:28 GMT
Joseph shrunk back at the all but welcoming echoes of his very own voice. After a few moments, he turned his head right, then left. The teenager had little idea what to do.
After a few minutes of simply standing at the doorway, the boy then slowly stepped out, attempting to creep off to the right and towards the doorway with that strange shrieking sound. He stayed pressed up against the wall, as if he it would protect him. Maybe it was just an insecurity. If, or when he made it, he would have tried to press his head against it.
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Post by Egil on Nov 13, 2014 2:18:29 GMT
It was eerily quiet, besides the still decently loud sound of rushing water coming from the left door.
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Post by sarah54321 on Nov 13, 2014 2:21:41 GMT
Upon hearing nothing, the blonde teenager would attempt to then knock on the door, calling out once more in that awkwardly strained voice that was obviously a little stressed and nervous,"Hello? Hello, Hello! Uh...Is anyone in there?"
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Leviathon
Nov 13, 2014 4:06:18 GMT
via mobile
Post by Egil on Nov 13, 2014 4:06:18 GMT
No reply is heard. However, if one strained their ears hard enough... The oh so faint sound of weeping might be heard from behind the door.
A glance down at the door would reveal that it was contained with a simple bar-lock that was currently open.
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Post by sarah54321 on Nov 13, 2014 4:13:15 GMT
Crying? He heard crying, was it? He strained his ears some, pressing himself against the door a bit more, before looking down at the bar-lock that was open. It didn't feel right to not check, what if someone was hurt? Maybe he could help. He doubted it, but...
So he stepped back, reached over, and tried to yank the door open with all of his might, because he was not the strongest of any character.
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Leviathon
Nov 13, 2014 4:56:59 GMT
via mobile
Post by Egil on Nov 13, 2014 4:56:59 GMT
Joseph woulwould find himself in another hallway akin to the one he was already in, coupled with the same set up of two doors at either ends of the hallway and one door in the middle leading to a room.
The middle door was ajar. Flies buzzed around it. If one approached, a subtle rotting stench could be perceived
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Post by sarah54321 on Nov 13, 2014 5:12:30 GMT
Joseph quietly stepped into the hallway, quickly marching around in search of that sound. Passing the door, he would cover his nose and stop, looking at it. He had a feeling already what was inside, but...
Curious, he was so curious, it got the better of him. He walked to the door, going to try to take a peek inside, just a tiny little peek, and ignore all of those flies.
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Leviathon
Nov 13, 2014 11:51:57 GMT
via mobile
Post by Egil on Nov 13, 2014 11:51:57 GMT
Upon peeking, a chilling scene would be revealed: A disembodied hand, cut off at the wrist, laying in a brown puddle of dried blood. Flies constantly flew onto and off the decomposing mass of flesh... But there was a gleam of something from betwixt the closed fingers...
If JosJoseph investigated, he would find a small, silver key that did not seem like it's go to any of the bolt - lock doors he had experienced so far.
Beyond that, the room was empty beyond a mattress akin to the one that Joseph had woken upon. There was half of a loaf of italliano bread there.
[[Feel free to make longer posts when I provide more details.]]
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Post by sarah54321 on Nov 13, 2014 13:00:17 GMT
The instant the blonde saw the dismembered body part, he let out a gasp, going to cover his mouth and nose. He looked absolutely revolted at it, going to simply step back out of the room and try to forget about it. However, the slight gleam had caught him off-guard, and he had to look back, he simply had to.
Stepping into the room, he cautiously, ever so slowly, inches to the hand on the ground. He kept his mouth and nose covered with one hand, but stare down at the silver key that didn't look like it would fit anywhere. Whose was this? Did it belong to anyone? He leaned down, going to slowly, centimeter by centimeter, reach out to take it.
He had to shut his eyes as he actually made contact with the thing. He wasn't gutsy by any standards, and this was far too out of it for him. He didn't even give care to the loaf of italian bread. He wasn't hungry, and he doubted he would be for some time.
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Leviathon
Nov 13, 2014 13:15:35 GMT
via mobile
Post by Egil on Nov 13, 2014 13:15:35 GMT
The crying could be heard once again as the key was retrieved. The sound of rushing water behind the door that Joseph had neglected was fainter.
Otherwise, all there was to perceive was that rotting stench from the hand and key.
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