[M] The Room — IC

[Ru]

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Rated M for sexual innuendos, violence, potential sexual situations, strong language, ass-kicking, awesomeness, and other adult themes like taxes.

THIS RP IS NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEW PLAYERS.

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A flurry of thoughts overwhelm your mind, twisting and turning at every angle in a self-made darkness deep within your subconscious. In this dreamlike state you wonder where you are and — for a split second — who you are. This black surrounding you is unknown, bewildering, and uncomfortable like a stranger gazing at you from across the room for an uncomfortable amount of time. Staring for what feels like hours until your screen begins to crawl and goosebumps form, causing your hair to stand on end. In this seemingly endless abyss you continue to feel this overwhelming discomfort, though you try to escape it, until finally… your eyes open.

You are lying upon the floor of a miscellaneous room you have never once laid eyes upon before in your miserable life. It is eerily dark, yet not too the point where you cannot make out how wide the small vicinity is. What makes it even worse is when it finally dawns on you: there is no door. How did you get in here? Who brought you here, and why? Questions whirl about in a rapid, spiraling tornado in your brain as you try to make sense of what could possibly be going on, only to receive no answers. In silence you sit there longing to know what is going on.

Then you notice a faint, white, luminescent glow upon the wall directly in front of you. At first it is illegible, until it brightens and you can make out the words seeming to appear forth from nowhere.

“Only the future can aid you,
The past relies on you to guide,
In silence you may save yourself,
Leaving those to wither,
In silence the future can press on,
Leaving the past to die.”

There are no outlets. No doors, no windows. Your only light is from the faint glow of the text lumining before you upon the wall. Any cell phones that were on your person upon being captured have no signal within the concrete room with no apparent way out. Before this all you can remember is going about your normal daily activities when suddenly there was a loud thwack to your noggin and you fell to your floor into darkness. Upon awakening you see only this room, the text, and nothing else to aid you. In silence you sit in an unknown vicinity you had never seen before, aside from maybe a horror movie or two you may have seen prior to this moment.

The next move is yours.

[Jarms48]

Jason blinked, though even with his eyes peeled open he could hardly tell the difference. Darkness overwhelmed him, the last thing he could remember was getting ready for the campus end of midterm party, the voices of his mates all around him and the constant background noise of the living halls television. How did he get here? His mind began to ponder, his eyes still blinking slowly as they tried to adjust to the dark. He looked around turning on the soles of his shoes, his gaze trying to snap onto anything, the glint of a doorknob, the rays of light, an entrance, an exit.

"Guys?" He questioned, his words resonating against the walls and striking him from every angle. The more he thought of his predicament the more the back of his head began to ache, did someone knock him out? This had to be a joke or at least that's what he assured himself. At the corner of his eye, he caught the faint aura of illumination, his gaze falling across a string of text that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

“Only the future can aid you, the past relies on you to guide, in silence you may save yourself, leaving those to wither, in silence the future can press on, leaving the past to die.” Jason repeated, trying to make heads or tails of it.

"What does that even mean!?" He exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air.

"Come on guys this isn't funny, cut the bullshit and let me out. Turn off these Scooby-Doo effects and open the bloody door!" He yelled again, shaking his head and a sigh escaping his lips. Jason stormed to the wall in front of him, slamming his hand upon it repeatedly. It was cold, smooth, a texture like concrete, where did they take him?

[bluemoon]

Sarah was cold. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself as she turned onto her side and pulled her knees to her chest. Her skin prickled. Warily, she reached for a blanket to cover herself, thinking she must have left the window open last night before retiring. Her hand patted the floor aimlessly, searching, but coming up empty. A throbbing started at the back of her head and she moaned, opening her eyes just the tiniest bit. Without comprehension, she stared at a solid wall, wondering why her window was not in her view. She looked down at herself, relieved to see she was at least dressed, albeit in thin cottony pajamas, but it was better than nothing, her usual attire for bed. Again, her skin prickled.

Sarah sat up on the floor. "Floor?" Her mind questioned. A late night at work and too much wine had left her thoughts jumbled, but not enough to stop her from realizing she wasn’t at home in her bed. The dim room she found herself in was small, without adornments, almost sterile looking if not for the unkempt look that stained every corner. Wiping at her eyes, she noticed a slight glow on one wall. She rose, trying to read the words. In the distance there was a muffled sound, and Sarah started, looking towards the noise, waiting for it to be repeated. Nothing. Ignoring the continual creepy sensation of being watched, she allowed her concentration to once again focus on the written text. Her bare feet padded across the floor as she approached, her arms crossing her chest in a feeble attempt at modesty.

“Only the future can aid you,
The past relies on you to guide,
In silence you may save yourself,
Leaving those to wither,
In silence the future can press on,
Leaving the past to die.”

There was no sense to it. Sarah placed a trembling hand on the words, following the curving script with a finger tip. Her eyes searched the rest of the small room, desperately trying to locate a door…a window…anything. Finding herself alone, with no escape route, she began to suspect she was being watched by camera, but even that was not evident in this cold place.

“Hello?” She whispered, not sure what she was hoping to achieve. With her back pressed against the wall, she slid to the floor, pulling her knees tightly to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Her sleep shorts scooted high on her thighs, exposing yet more skin to the frigid air. She stared straight ahead, hoping she was dreaming, yet not quite able to hold on to that desire with any conviction. The word "silence" stood out above all the others in what she had read, and she pursed her lips together to keep herself from calling out again. She pressed her head against the wall, the headache intensifying, her skin crawling with fear. Goosebumps covered her skin, adding texture to the glowing words which now illuminated the parts of her body which rested in its wake.

[Mozaic]

It's dark already....

Shaw reached his hands over his head clasping at the back. He groaned pushing himself forward. One hand went out searching the ground. When he felt nothing besides cold stone floor he peaked up from the mess of hair atop his head. "Damn... where am I," he said shoving himself halfway up, “and where's my hat?" His fingers dragged over his scalp. The last thing Shaw remembered was being hit in the back of the head. Nothing else was quite sinking in.

The walls around him had no windows, or doors just solid slabs of concrete. Light illuminated from behind. Looking closer the light formed into words, phrases. "Only the future can aid you," he said. "What the hell does that mean?" It was a riddle no doubt, but why? What purpose did it serve in an enclosed space with no sort of exit? Were the walls going to suddenly rise up, and release him into a killer obstacle course or labyrinth? Or was it timing his demise in an answer correctly or you die kind of way? "I wonder if this has anything to do with my refusal to join the Secret Service...."

Shaw went over to the light moving his hand over each word and around them. In full it read:

Only the future can aid you,
The past relies on you to guide,
In silence you may save yourself,
Leaving those to wither,
In silence the future can press on,
Leaving the past to die.

None of the words went over his hand like he expected. There were no engravings from what he could tell to allow the light in from behind. He still wasn't convinced it was not some sort of illusion, though something was not normal about this situation.

He pondered the riddle. “In silence you may save yourself, leaving those to wither….”

I think for now I’ll see what silence brings me….

[Scene_Dream17]

Mindy let out a soft moan, stirring slightly from where she was leaned up against the wall. She peeled her eyes open tiredly, instinctively reaching up to the vague pounding in her head. She sat up, looking around with her hazel eyes. The room...was creepy. Dark and musty, nearly with no light at all. Like something in a horror movie. She suddenly got the chills. She pushed herself up unsteadily, biting her bottom lip. She then noticed a bright light to her left, and she had to squint to see it.

“Only the future can aid you,
The past relies on you to guide,
In silence you may save yourself,
Leaving those to wither,
In silence the future can press on, Leaving the past to die.”

Mindy took a second, before feeling her heart leap out of her chest. "Die?!" She exclaimed, running to the wall as pounding on the lit up words. "Let me out!" She cried, giving up after she got tired. She huffed, dragging a hand through her hair. As she sunk down against the wall, she tried to retrace her steps. It was an average day, and she was just finishing up her shift. Her boss had left her to close up, and she had just sold the last order of the day. She went to shut off the expresso machine, when she was hit in the head forcefully.

She furrowed her forehead slightly. "Hello?" She called, her soft voice echoing on the hard, stone walls. She bit her bottom lip nervously, before starting to rub her wrists uneasily. At least she was clothed. And alone. This could be a hundred times worse. She nodded slightly, standing. "Hello?" She called, listening intently.

[Alexiel]

Leif stirred in his sleep, there was only darkness to be seen. He tossed and turned on the cold floor as he shuffled about trying to get comfortable, some bruises he had from previous encounters were not appreciative of the cold floor. He woke up abruptly when he heard someone say something loudly. For a moment he thought he had been knocked out in a tunnel and someone was trying to wake him up, though he didn't understand what the voice had even said since he was still sleeping.

"A'right ... Whadya want?" He looked around noticing there was no light at all, not even the sense of any presence in the place. Furrowing his brow agitated that it seemed not even the moon was out he got up and started walking forward with his arm out in front of him till he hit a wall. He turned and started again until he hit another wall. Frustrated from not knowing where he was and feeling like a bat he just listened intently and waited for something. He felt his arms get goosebumps as a light slowly illuminated on another wall just as his eyes were starting to adjust to the dark.

He walked towards the light and noticed it was writing. He took a moment to check himself, he was still wearing the clothes he had on from the match last night, a bit of blood here and there but none of his. Looking back to the writing once it got bright enough to be read he stared at it utterly confused. 'I don't have time to begin to try to understand what this even means.' He thought to himself as he looked around the room seeing that it clearly was not a tunnel. Where the hell was he? There didn't seem to be any way out, so how did he even get in? He rubbed at his arms as he looked back at the writing. "I suppose I am supposed to try to figure out what this means?" He assumed something was listening.. watching... But he was not entirely sure who, or why. He started wondering if the Host was getting mad at him winning too many matches. He scratched at his head as he stared at the text.

[Ru]

Whether you sat in silence or questioned your sanity as a voice piped in with no evident area of where it came from it made little difference. In chronological order from the furthest future room to the last past room the illuminated words scrambled, disappeared, and rearranged themselves to compose an entirely new passage. Some of the letters moved about smoothly and were easy for the naked eye to follow, while various ones darted like speeding jets to their new spots so fast all they became were blurs. There were letters that spiraled, causing viewers who stared solely at it to feel ill. The disappearing ones took light with them, dimming the room further into darkness.

As the new words appeared nothing else in the room changed. The floors and walls were still concrete with no inkling of escape. Even the ceiling itself was concrete. It was as thought someone dumped cement into a block mold and tossed you into it before ceiling it shut. Possibly a tomb thrown deep underground. There was no food, no water, and no signs anyone had ever been in here prior to you waking up in a crazed dazed.

Maybe it was all a prank, a ransom, or even a dream, however, would any of those be this odd? In such a plain room, yet the bizarre letters — your only light — seemed to be alive and changing at will. Any thought of it being a projecting was easily tossed out the window because there were no holes to let in light. On the same note, how long could you stay in there with no flow of oxygen?

“Faint whispers,
Distant cries,
Tell the truth,
Or will you lie?

Insanity can be a fun,
Concrete to padding,
Padding to death,
Don’t forget to hold your breath.”

However, the eighth line only appears for three out of the seven rooms can see the last line: Jason, Kisarah, and Kim. The rest it the letters will not stop moving as they disappear and reappear; spin and spiral; stop and zip; and all with no apparent end.

[bluemoon]

Sarah sat with her back to the illuminated wall, staring straight ahead for an unknown amount of time. Minutes, or hours, had passed, and with the passage of time she began to grow more nervous. It was too quiet and she began to doubt her decision to remain silent. Almost in a trance-like state, she didn’t register the change behind her until the movement of the letters caused shadows to move in the room. Standing, she took in her surroundings once more, her eyes pulled to the swirling figures. New words were forming, creating yet another cryptic saying, one in which the last line seemed to be garbled, the letters not finding their place.

“Faint whispers,
Distant cries,
Tell the truth,
Or will you lie?

Insanity can be a fun,
Concrete to padding,
Padding to death,
… "

Sarah watched and waited, growing impatient when the message did not complete itself. It was her only interaction and she felt desperate to know the ending. She leaned forward, slapping the wall, trying to make the last line stop moving. Frustrated, she stepped back, murmuring under her breath.

“Come on…finish.” Another moment passed.

“Hey!” she called out louder. “Hey! Your wall is broken. Hello? Is there anybody out there?” Now that she had spoken, she found comfort in her own voice and with each sentence, she became louder, hoping to attract the attention of anyone…her captors….another captive…someone who would talk to her. Anyone.

“Hello? Can anyone hear me? Please answer me. My name is Sarah…” She waited again, feeling panic creeping into her spine. “You can’t keep me in here forever! Damn it! Answer me!” She slapped the wall again, feeling the coarse concrete under her palm. Then an idea surfaced. If she was placed inside this room, then there had to be a way out, even if it was hidden. She began rubbing her hands along the surface, searching for any cracks, hoping to find a concealed opening. She knocked on the walls in places, her hands in constant movement. She covered every inch of wall that she could reach, bending and stretching, until she reached the point where she had started. She stopped, finally turning to face the wall with the still circling bottom row of letters.

She read the message over and over again, trying to make some sense of it. She remembered the earlier sound, when she first woke up. Was that the distant cry? Perhaps another prisoner? Truth…lies…did that relate to what they might say to each other? "Insanity can be fun..." She certainly felt as if she might go insane if she didn’t figure something out. Perhaps insanity was the last step. You lose your mind and then you die. The first message had also talked of death. It was a game, and she hated games.

“What do you want?” She screamed to the empty room. “Just what the hell is it that you want?”

[Jarms48]

Jason did laps around the room, hands patting against the wall for a hidden switch, a loose slab or weakened piece of concrete. He would have been happy with anything, instead he got nothing. He paused to wonder how long he had been doing it for, he assumed hours but no doubt it had only been several minutes. Jason sighed. Closed his eyes and took in a heavy breath, annoyance flooded across him. He was tired, he had places to be, he had a class the very next day.

"Guys. If you're not going to let me attend the festivities at least let me have my textbooks, that way I can do something productive." He said with a groan, thinking he might as well check his phone, though he assumed there wouldn't be a signal. He dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out his smart phone, he flicked his thumb across the screen, unlocking it with a single movement. He was right, not a single bar, again he sighed. They must have went to some lengths to get him here.

"Fine, fine. I don't care, I really don't, I'm just going to play Angry Birds." He muttered half-heartedly, drooping to the cold floor and started playing his mobile games.

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Jason's head perked up, he heard something, a voice, muffled, groggy as if they were waking up. Then again, a personal muse, more direct, controlled. Was it one of his friends? It was definitely a male, that he was certain of. Jason turned off his phone, he still hadn't realized the words had shifted, his game and this new variable had drawn his attention. He pondered calling out, though realization soon struck him, if that wasn't one of his friends then who was it? A passerby? Another captive? The capture?

He kept himself from panicking, his mind pondered every possibility. He looked around, no vents, no grates, no holes, no doors, windows or bars, how was he getting air? He was trapped in a confined space with a limited supply of oxygen. He had to say something, to warn the person who's voice he just heard, capture or captive it did not matter. "Hey, hey buddy. Try to stay calm alright, don't freak out whatever you do, just listen to me, okay? We're trapped in here, like it or not, what I am about to tell you may scare you, but I want you to listen, and just breathe slowly and talk to me. We only have a limited supply of oxygen, look around, there's no ventilation grates. Stay calm and take easy breaths, it'll keep you alive. Trust me, please."

[Mozaic]

The lights shadowed overhead. “What now?” Shaw picked himself up off the ground in a grudging manner. The words were changing on the wall. He placed his hands there hoping something different would happen this time. Nothing. “Faint whispers, distant cries, tell the truth, or will you lie?”

Shaw slammed his fist into the wall. “Enough already!” Small drops of blood fell down the wall. The feeling was nothing more than a sting, but looking at it he was surprised with slight amusement. He was generally more in control of his emotions, and anger was always pointless. Then again he had never been trapped in such an enclosed space with no idea what was going on before. Shaw was used to being one step ahead of everything. His mother had made him this way.

The worst of it all was he was being forced to think, and he hated thinking.

He leaned onto the wall with his head deep in his folded arms. Gray hair whitened in the glow of the lights. Beneath him the words continued to flicker, never ending. After a moment of staring he closed his eyes feeling nauseas. Mum I could really use a few wise words right now or if you could just make these words stop dancing on the wall… that would be nice too.

Shaw pushed himself away and turned his back towards the wall. For the first time since he woke up he began thinking that perhaps he was not the only one here, and even if they couldn’t hear him he might as well try for something. “Can anybody hear me?”