Spect suddenly wakes up, though what awoke him he doesn't know, nor does he know where he is, all he can tell is that he's lying in some kind of nursery room, covered in toys. A small closet lines the wall, and a single door provides the exit.
Spect suddenly woke up, his eyes snap open as some movement caused by the awakening makes a few toys on him fall off. Examining his surroundings, he isn't entirely sure whether to believe his eyes or not. "Well this is... new. I don't remember pretending to be a kid." he says to himself as he lie there, not really bothering to get up just yet.
A minute or so passes by until he finally makes up the decision to get out from under the pile of toys, brushing off any dust he might've gathered while lying on the floor. "Can't be someone pranking me, I don't have any friends that are into that sort of thing... or can drag me around without me noticing. Oh well, better see where I've ended up." he continues as he walks about the room, casually opening anything he can and looking inside them. He doesn't expect much to be here, considering what the rest of the room is.
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Edgar wakes up, lying on in an unfamiliar room. How he got there is a mystery to him. The small bedroom he finds himself in is almost silent, no noise except for a clock mounted above the door, ticking backwards. In the room he's in are two doors, a closet and a nightstand, but not much else.
With a groan, Edgar helps himself up from the floor. He holds his head as he attempts to ascertain what exactly had happened to him. Nothing came of this-- his memories were too hazy. He had been on autopilot for the past few weeks, passing towns and lazing around at inns, trying out various foods... and then what next? This was the first time he had actually thought clearly in weeks; unfortunately, it was all too hazy, and he could not think of what had happened before he ended up in this room.
Edgar sighs and turns his attention to the situation before him. He glances around the room, before eventually stopping at the clock, something which seemed to be of interest.
"Right, then-- what have we here?" he mutters to himself in a decidedly British-sounding accent as he inspects the strange clock before him. He reaches for the clock and grabs it, checking its inner workings for anything suspicious that had been causing the clock to reverse.
Braun wakes up with a minor headache, finding himself in a strange storeroom surrounded by empty bottles with labels in an unreadable language. The room he's in is littered with cardboard boxes and wooden crates, and seems to have two doors.
Minor headaches were common for Braun, but waking up in strange places, not so much. The last thing he remembered was rolling his latest victims weighted corpse off the side of his 18 foot half cabin cruiser, and now somehow he's waking on the cold concrete floor of unfamiliar territory. He didn't like unfamiliar. He didn't like being out of control. Most of all, he didn't like games, unless he was the one making the rules, rules that usually resulted in the demise of an unfortunate soul. But this... well, somebody out there was obviously playing silly buggers.
"Someone out there loves me..." He mutters, pushing himself off the floor, taking a calm look around. A room in some warehouse? The basement of a home? Eh, where he was didn't matter a great deal, after all, had someone gone through the trouble of getting him there, chances are they would have made sure he wouldn't be leaving in a hurry. The more interesting prospect was that, at least from Braun's perspective, for the first time in his life the tables had turned; he had now become a victim. There was no way to tell the extent of the plot, or who was actually responsible, possibly just some random mad mans idea of fun. Then again, it was also possible he had gotten so damn drunk after disposing of last nights body that he doesn't remember the rest of the night... but that much was doubtful, since his tolerance to alcohol was well beyond anything normal. The most probably scenario was that some bitter acquaintance of a past victim had finally caught up to him and decided it best to toy with his food. "So be it..."
Padding himself down, he notices his trusty Gerber is still nestled warmly in his back pocket, which caused some amusement for the stupidity of the person that captured him. What sort of knucklehead would capture a killer and let him keep his knife? He let out a soft chuckle, pulled the weapon from his pocket and extended the blade.
He wasn't keen on immediately trying the security of the room like some cornered and mindless rat, as attempting escape through the two 'doors' straight away was far too obvious, so he casually made his way to the nearest crate, jammed the blade beneath the lid and pried it open. Maybe his imbecile abductor was stupid enough to have left a few extra handy items for him as well.
Jaxton glances around and wonders where he is, and deciding that luck is the best way to decide what to do, digging in his pockets for a coin and finding a quarter "Alright, Heads Tails for north, Heads Heads for East, Tails Tails for South, Tails Heads to flip again" He flips it twice, getting Tails, then another Tails, and heads down the to the southern door.
Jaxton walks out the door, and finds himself standing on a ledge in a cave. Up ahead, he can see a lit lantern, but between it and him is a deep chasm; likely deep enough to kill him if he fell down. A simple rope bridge is the only clear way across the chasm.
Hannah took a few seconds to realize where she was, confused at first. Upon noticing that she was, indeed in a bathtub of cold water, she quietly and quickly got out of the bathtub. She closes the door, quietly. She then proceeds to take her clothes off and wrang them out over the bath and then flail them about to get as much water out of them as possible. Trying to quickly get the cold water off of them, once this is done she puts them back on, now not soaking wet, but still wet. She then opens the door, and takes a peek outside, to see what is outside the door.
Hannah looks out the door and into a hallway. Several paintings of people expressing various degrees of horror and pain line the wall opposite of her, and a lone closet stands against the wall. Excluding the door she just came in from, she can see four other doors.
As Leon looks up from the prayer, he blinks a few times before looking around the room, taking in his surroundings. He mumbles something in confusion, stumbling a bit as he stands up. He glances at the watches on his arm, checking that they're all still there and the times they read before turning his attention to the doors, looking between the three before deciding to exit the chapel out the west door.
Leon walks out of the chapel, and into a long hallway. From where he's standing, he can see that the hallway turns left up ahead, and that there are 7 doors, excluding the one leading to the chapel.
Having woken up in a cold sweat, she hurriedly pants at whatever nightmare she had. After she spends a minute to calm herself down, she looks around at her surroundings. Some sort of hospital room, she thinks. Then she stares at her short body in confusion, wondering why she didn't have any surgical incisions when the tools and bed were obviously bloodied. Terrible hospital, she thought, either they forgot to keep their facilities sanitary before dumping me here, or... She then realized that something was very wrong. Brushing aside her hair, she gets up, jumps off the table and grabs the equipment beside her in case anyone else might want to kill her. Then she looks at her own back, groaning inwardly at the mess the fresh blood made on her shirt and shorts. She proceeds to walk towards the door and opens it slightly, peering out the narrow crack she made.
Marion grabs a surgical knife, and it breaks into dust as she does so, leaving her empty-handed as she leaves the room. She finds herself in some sort of morgue, in front of her a table with a sheet that seems to cover something. From her position, she can tell that not the entirety of the room is visible to her, but she can see two doors.
Bob looks into the cupboard to find 2 boiled eggs and a package of orange juice, he eats his meal and then looks around to figure out where he is right now. Bob heard a voice coming from the south door, then the voice stopped speaking. There was a sound of a door opening and closing. And bob decided that he will stay and listen.
Bob quickly snaps out of his daydream, just in time to stop himself from starting on the egg, which turns out to actually be a part of a severed hand. In shock, Bob falls over against the cupboard and a few cups fall onto the floor and shatter, the sound echoing, for everyone to hear.
OOC: Sorry, but you don't get to decide what you find or hear, I do.
Spect suddenly woke up, his eyes snap open as some movement caused by the awakening makes a few toys on him fall off. Examining his surroundings, he isn't entirely sure whether to believe his eyes or not. "Well this is... new. I don't remember pretending to be a kid." he says to himself as he lie there, not really bothering to get up just yet.
A minute or so passes by until he finally makes up the decision to get out from under the pile of toys, brushing off any dust he might've gathered while lying on the floor. "Can't be someone pranking me, I don't have any friends that are into that sort of thing... or can drag me around without me noticing. Oh well, better see where I've ended up." he continues as he walks about the room, casually opening anything he can and looking inside them. He doesn't expect much to be here, considering what the rest of the room is.
Spect finds himself in a sort of office, a desk covered in books stands in front of him, and a large confortable chair next to it. A large closet lines the wall, and there is one other door in the room.
With a groan, Edgar helps himself up from the floor. He holds his head as he attempts to ascertain what exactly had happened to him. Nothing came of this-- his memories were too hazy. He had been on autopilot for the past few weeks, passing towns and lazing around at inns, trying out various foods... and then what next? This was the first time he had actually thought clearly in weeks; unfortunately, it was all too hazy, and he could not think of what had happened before he ended up in this room.
Edgar sighs and turns his attention to the situation before him. He glances around the room, before eventually stopping at the clock, something which seemed to be of interest.
"Right, then-- what have we here?" he mutters to himself in a decidedly British-sounding accent as he inspects the strange clock before him. He reaches for the clock and grabs it, checking its inner workings for anything suspicious that had been causing the clock to reverse.
As Edgar inspects the clock, he is horrified by what he sees. There is no internal mechanisms that seemingly cause the clock to tick, only a living, beating heart that seems to speed up as Edgar looks at it.
Minor headaches were common for Braun, but waking up in strange places, not so much. The last thing he remembered was rolling his latest victims weighted corpse off the side of his 18 foot half cabin cruiser, and now somehow he's waking on the cold concrete floor of unfamiliar territory. He didn't like unfamiliar. He didn't like being out of control. Most of all, he didn't like games, unless he was the one making the rules, rules that usually resulted in the demise of an unfortunate soul. But this... well, somebody out there was obviously playing silly buggers.
"Someone out there loves me..." He mutters, pushing himself off the floor, taking a calm look around. A room in some warehouse? The basement of a home? Eh, where he was didn't matter a great deal, after all, had someone gone through the trouble of getting him there, chances are they would have made sure he wouldn't be leaving in a hurry. The more interesting prospect was that, at least from Braun's perspective, for the first time in his life the tables had turned; he had now become a victim. There was no way to tell the extent of the plot, or who was actually responsible, possibly just some random mad mans idea of fun. Then again, it was also possible he had gotten so damn drunk after disposing of last nights body that he doesn't remember the rest of the night... but that much was doubtful, since his tolerance to alcohol was well beyond anything normal. The most probably scenario was that some bitter acquaintance of a past victim had finally caught up to him and decided it best to toy with his food. "So be it..."
Padding himself down, he notices his trusty Gerber is still nestled warmly in his back pocket, which caused some amusement for the stupidity of the person that captured him. What sort of knucklehead would capture a killer and let him keep his knife? He let out a soft chuckle, pulled the weapon from his pocket and extended the blade.
He wasn't keen on immediately trying the security of the room like some cornered and mindless rat, as attempting escape through the two 'doors' straight away was far too obvious, so he casually made his way to the nearest crate, jammed the blade beneath the lid and pried it open. Maybe his imbecile abductor was stupid enough to have left a few extra handy items for him as well.
Braun pries open a box, and finds it to be filled to the brim with more bottles, identical to the ones surrounding him on the floor, but filled with a strange, red liquid.
Leon walks out of the chapel, and into a long hallway. From where he's standing, he can see that the hallway turns left up ahead, and that there are 7 doors, excluding the one leading to the chapel.
Leon looks at each of the doors currently visible in the hallway before deciding to continue west down the hallway, stopping at the turn to see where it leads. He pauses briefly and looks around as he hears the faint, echoing sound of something shattering, though he is unable to discern what direction it is coming from- and he wouldn't have any idea how to make his way there even if he could. "Guess that means I'm not alone here..." he states to himself as he continues making his way down the hallway.
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"Against all the evil that Hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce; We will send unto them... only you."
As Edgar inspects the clock, he is horrified by what he sees. There is no internal mechanisms that seemingly cause the clock to tick, only a living, beating heart that seems to speed up as Edgar looks at it.
After his initial surprise, Edgar contemplates something. He closes the compartment that holds the heart and decides to keep the clock with him, in case it meant something. A horrible sinking feeling washes over him temporarily; this place wasn't right. Nonetheless, with his left hand occupied with holding the clock, he makes a decision to open and examine both the nightstand and the closet.
Hannah looks out the door and into a hallway. Several paintings of people expressing various degrees of horror and pain line the wall opposite of her, and a lone closet stands against the wall. Excluding the door she just came in from, she can see four other doors.
Hannah looks at the paintings, slightly unnerved by them. She takes one last look at the bathroom, before quietly shutting the door to it after taking a few steps out. She is on guard and on alert, she quietly marches on over to the closet and grabs the handle firmly, and gives it a twist, then a slight pull. She peeks inside, cautiously. That is, if it is unlocked. If not she does the same to the first door on the right.
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Jaxton walks out the door, and finds himself standing on a ledge in a cave. Up ahead, he can see a lit lantern, but between it and him is a deep chasm; likely deep enough to kill him if he fell down. A simple rope bridge is the only clear way across the chasm.
Jaxton sighs and flips a coin: Heads he takes the bridge, tails he goes back. It lands tails. He heads back into the altar room: Heads he goes north, tails east.
...huh. Tails again. He opens the east door and looks inside
Bob quickly snaps out of his daydream, just in time to stop himself from starting on the egg, which turns out to actually be a part of a severed hand. In shock, Bob falls over against the cupboard and a few cups fall onto the floor and shatter, the sound echoing, for everyone to hear.
OOC: Sorry, but you don't get to decide what you find or hear, I do.
O, k. Bob assured himself that the noises coming from the south door were a daydream to.
He peeks into the west door.
Marion grabs a surgical knife, and it breaks into dust as she does so, leaving her empty-handed as she leaves the room. She finds herself in some sort of morgue, in front of her a table with a sheet that seems to cover something. From her position, she can tell that not the entirety of the room is visible to her, but she can see two doors.
Aand it's gone, she thought to herself as the knife crumbles in her hand, sighing. Maybe I was in a coma or something for millions of years. That could explain this dilapidated state. But then how is the blood still fresh...? And how could I be alive? She stopped going down this train of thought and continued to walk through into the room, deciding not to go through either door yet or continue down the room. Instead she pulls aside the sheet off the table.
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Spect finds himself in a sort of office, a desk covered in books stands in front of him, and a large comfortable chair next to it. A large closet lines the wall, and there is one other door in the room.
As Spect wanders into the next room, he is much more satisfied with what he sees in this place compared to the previous. The books over on the desk could be a great start to searching this room, since it would let him understand a bit more of where he had ended up. Without much delay, he strolled over to the desk and examined a few titles and first few pages, trying to figure out what exactly they were for.
The closet would come next if he couldn't really find anything useful, or even read the books. Particularly if they were blank.
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Sam looks up from his book. He can't remember starting to read a book however, nor can he remember ever entering the room he's in. The book he was seemingly reading seems to be written in some strange, foreign language, as are the titles of all other books in the bookshelves in this room. There are two doors in this room, presumably leading to other rooms.
Sam finds himself mildly perplexed for the circumstances at hand, however lacking concern as he closes the book and slides it neatly into a vacant space on the bookshelf in front of him.
After shuffling somewhat awkwardly to turn, curiously analyzing the room he is in, he feels a great deal of anxiety come over him. This anxiety derives not from the acknowledgement that he has obviously become captive, but rather for the untidy condition of the room. The bookshelves are unevenly spaced and the books displayed thereon have been placed in a careless fashion. Before anything else, this problem must be corrected.
Sam hobbles as he moves around the room, disregarding any sounds that may be heard coming from elsewhere in the building. His sole focus is on positioning the shelves at equal spacing, aligning them to the best of his ability, straightening the books on their shelves. While doing so, and at perfectly timed intervals, he pauses his work to lift his sleeve and regard the face of his watch in a moment of wide-eyed discernment.
Once this exercise has been performed successfully, Sam hobbles cautiously to the exit at the West side of the room, removes a handkerchief from the pocket of his shirt, then uses it as a makeshift glove to grip the handle and open the door.
Braun pries open a box, and finds it to be filled to the brim with more bottles, identical to the ones surrounding him on the floor, but filled with a strange, red liquid.
Finding the crate filled with more red liquid, Braun removes a bottle, unscrews the cap, and is taking a small sniff to confirm the liquids identity when the sound of something shattering steals his attention. Raising one brow at the smell of the liquid, he screws the cap back on and returns the bottle to the crate.
It was difficult to tell which direction the echoing sound had come from, but at least now he was aware of another presence nearby in the building. Whether or not his abductors were the ones responsible for making the noise, possibly a ruse to lure his attention to the door, was another matter to be considered.
A number of possibilities circulated his thoughts as he walked quietly to the two doors, first to the one on the south wall, then to the one on east, holding his ear close to each in an effort to listen for any other sound. Not picking up on any other immediate disturbances, but keeping his ear distrustfully close, he grips the handle of the east door and gently twists it.
The door clicks open.
Braun moves back, his exposed blade at the ready for any possible incoming.
"Well, there.... Too easy." He mumbles, as the door edges slightly ajar by the small momentum of being released.
After waiting another minute, he steps up and pulls it open just enough to sidestep quietly out of the room.
Beth gives the bears a disgruntled look. His face scrunching up a bit, he pulls open another box, one that doesn't have anything stacked on it.
Beth pulls out the another box. It is wrapped in tape as if someone was trying to ensure that it was kept closed, but the tap at the opening is torn, allowing the box to be opened...
Leon looks at each of the doors currently visible in the hallway before deciding to continue west down the hallway, stopping at the turn to see where it leads. He pauses briefly and looks around as he hears the faint, echoing sound of something shattering, though he is unable to discern what direction it is coming from- and he wouldn't have any idea how to make his way there even if he could. "Guess that means I'm not alone here..." he states to himself as he continues making his way down the hallway.
Leon walks down the hallway. When he reaches the curve in the hall, and finds three more doors, and it turns out that the hallway continues further, curving again to the left.
After his initial surprise, Edgar contemplates something. He closes the compartment that holds the heart and decides to keep the clock with him, in case it meant something. A horrible sinking feeling washes over him temporarily; this place wasn't right. Nonetheless, with his left hand occupied with holding the clock, he makes a decision to open and examine both the nightstand and the closet.
Edgar opens the nightstand, but finds nothing. All of it's drawers lack a bottom. The closet itself only contains some old, torn clothes.
Even with the compartment closed, Edgar can hear the beating of the heart go faster and faster.
Hannah looks at the paintings, slightly unnerved by them. She takes one last look at the bathroom, before quietly shutting the door to it after taking a few steps out. She is on guard and on alert, she quietly marches on over to the closet and grabs the handle firmly, and gives it a twist, then a slight pull. She peeks inside, cautiously. That is, if it is unlocked. If not she does the same to the first door on the right.
Hannah cautiously opens the closet, only to find a dead body. A person seems to have hung themselves in the closet, though they're facing the other way, preventing her from knowing if they were male or female, or if it was anyone she knew.
Jaxton sighs and flips a coin: Heads he takes the bridge, tails he goes back. It lands tails. He heads back into the altar room: Heads he goes north, tails east.
...huh. Tails again. He opens the east door and looks inside
Jaxton finds himself in some sort of boiler room. The large boiler blocks his sight fo most of the room, but he can see one other door from where he's standing.
Aand it's gone, she thought to herself as the knife crumbles in her hand, sighing. Maybe I was in a coma or something for millions of years. That could explain this dilapidated state. But then how is the blood still fresh...? And how could I be alive? She stopped going down this train of thought and continued to walk through into the room, deciding not to go through either door yet or continue down the room. Instead she pulls aside the sheet off the table.
Marion pulls the sheet of the table, and finds herself face to face with a dead person who looks remarkably similar to Marion herself. The body has a big, gaping hole in it's chest as if someone tore out the heart, but other than that it looks very calm.
Before Marion has the opportunity to inspect the body further however, it opens it's eyes and grabs the collar of Marion's clothes and pulls her close.
"You must leave. It's not safe here. Get out, or you'll suffer the same fate I suffered. Stay away from-"
Before the 'dead' person finishes talking however, it bursts into flame and lets go of Marion. Within seconds, all that's left is a small pile of ash.
As Spect wanders into the next room, he is much more satisfied with what he sees in this place compared to the previous. The books over on the desk could be a great start to searching this room, since it would let him understand a bit more of where he had ended up. Without much delay, he strolled over to the desk and examined a few titles and first few pages, trying to figure out what exactly they were for.
The closet would come next if he couldn't really find anything useful, or even read the books. Particularly if they were blank.
Spect opens a book. It's written in some strange, unknown language. Useless.
Spect opens another book, this one is readable, but the fact that every single page constantly repeats "Get Out" over and over again isn't very helpful.
The third book looks a bit more promising however. Although most of the book is written in the same, unreadable language, one page draws Spect's attention. Although Spect can't understand what is written on the page, it is fortunately written in a script he is familiar with, and two words stand out among the rest, as Spect is able to understand what they say.
'Blunt Weapon'
Sam finds himself mildly perplexed for the circumstances at hand, however lacking concern as he closes the book and slides it neatly into a vacant space on the bookshelf in front of him.
After shuffling somewhat awkwardly to turn, curiously analyzing the room he is in, he feels a great deal of anxiety come over him. This anxiety derives not from the acknowledgement that he has obviously become captive, but rather for the untidy condition of the room. The bookshelves are unevenly spaced and the books displayed thereon have been placed in a careless fashion. Before anything else, this problem must be corrected.
Sam hobbles as he moves around the room, disregarding any sounds that may be heard coming from elsewhere in the building. His sole focus is on positioning the shelves at equal spacing, aligning them to the best of his ability, straightening the books on their shelves. While doing so, and at perfectly timed intervals, he pauses his work to lift his sleeve and regard the face of his watch in a moment of wide-eyed discernment.
Once this exercise has been performed successfully, Sam hobbles cautiously to the exit at the West side of the room, removes a handkerchief from the pocket of his shirt, then uses it as a makeshift glove to grip the handle and open the door.
Sam opens the door, it leads to a very tidy study, everything on the desk is stacked in very neat piles, and a single, closed book lies dead-center on the desk as if someone was reading it but stopped. There is only one other door in the study, on the other side of the room.
Finding the crate filled with more red liquid, Braun removes a bottle, unscrews the cap, and is taking a small sniff to confirm the liquids identity when the sound of something shattering steals his attention. Raising one brow at the smell of the liquid, he screws the cap back on and returns the bottle to the crate.
It was difficult to tell which direction the echoing sound had come from, but at least now he was aware of another presence nearby in the building. Whether or not his abductors were the ones responsible for making the noise, possibly a ruse to lure his attention to the door, was another matter to be considered.
A number of possibilities circulated his thoughts as he walked quietly to the two doors, first to the one on the south wall, then to the one on east, holding his ear close to each in an effort to listen for any other sound. Not picking up on any other immediate disturbances, but keeping his ear distrustfully close, he grips the handle of the east door and gently twists it.
The door clicks open.
Braun moves back, his exposed blade at the ready for any possible incoming.
"Well, there.... Too easy." He mumbles, as the door edges slightly ajar by the small momentum of being released.
After waiting another minute, he steps up and pulls it open just enough to sidestep quietly out of the room.
Braun can tell that the liquid smells quite a lot like blood, but it's as if there's alcohol in it too...
Braun leaves the room, and finds himself in a hallway, though he can tell not all of it is visible from where he's standing. He can see that the hallway curves to the right, and that there's one door on the left.
Spect opens a book. It's written in some strange, unknown language. Useless.
Spect opens another book, this one is readable, but the fact that every single page constantly repeats "Get Out" over and over again isn't very helpful.
The third book looks a bit more promising however. Although most of the book is written in the same, unreadable language, one page draws Spect's attention. Although Spect can't understand what is written on the page, it is fortunately written in a script he is familiar with, and two words stand out among the rest, as Spect is able to understand what they say.
'Blunt Weapon'
Spect sighs when he opens the first book, quickly setting it aside before opening the second book. "Well then, it looks like someone is definitely trying to warn people about something. If I knew how, I would take it's advice." he whispers to himself. "To be fair, I would do that regardless of what a book tells me..." he continues as he closes the book. He would prefer it if the next ones have more useful writing.
And they sort of do. 'Blunt Weapon' might not have been the most useful words, but it was certainly more use to him then some completely unrecognizable dialogue or the same cryptic warning over and over again. Spect decided he would keep the book for a bit longer, but after several seconds of vainly attempting to shove it into his pockets, he ends up carrying it under one of his arms.
His next task was to open up the closet nearby. Just a few seconds to check wouldn't really hurt his progress of searching the place.
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Hannah cautiously opens the closet, only to find a dead body. A person seems to have hung themselves in the closet, though they're facing the other way, preventing her from knowing if they were male or female, or if it was anyone she knew.
Hannah doesn't really want to find out, she is slightly horrified by this but she remains calm, she takes a quiet sigh and stands there for a few seconds, and goes to quietly shut the closet door, muttering something quiet under her breathe. She proceeds to go cautiously open the nearest door, her hand grabbing onto something in her pocket. Her blade.
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Leon walks down the hallway. When he reaches the curve in the hall, and finds three more doors, and it turns out that the hallway continues further, curving again to the left.
Finding the hallway seemingly curving in on itself, Leon contemplates following to the end of it before deciding instead to turn around and take the westmost door along the north wall of the hallway.
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Spect suddenly woke up, his eyes snap open as some movement caused by the awakening makes a few toys on him fall off. Examining his surroundings, he isn't entirely sure whether to believe his eyes or not. "Well this is... new. I don't remember pretending to be a kid." he says to himself as he lie there, not really bothering to get up just yet.
A minute or so passes by until he finally makes up the decision to get out from under the pile of toys, brushing off any dust he might've gathered while lying on the floor. "Can't be someone pranking me, I don't have any friends that are into that sort of thing... or can drag me around without me noticing. Oh well, better see where I've ended up." he continues as he walks about the room, casually opening anything he can and looking inside them. He doesn't expect much to be here, considering what the rest of the room is.
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With a groan, Edgar helps himself up from the floor. He holds his head as he attempts to ascertain what exactly had happened to him. Nothing came of this-- his memories were too hazy. He had been on autopilot for the past few weeks, passing towns and lazing around at inns, trying out various foods... and then what next? This was the first time he had actually thought clearly in weeks; unfortunately, it was all too hazy, and he could not think of what had happened before he ended up in this room.
Edgar sighs and turns his attention to the situation before him. He glances around the room, before eventually stopping at the clock, something which seemed to be of interest.
"Right, then-- what have we here?" he mutters to himself in a decidedly British-sounding accent as he inspects the strange clock before him. He reaches for the clock and grabs it, checking its inner workings for anything suspicious that had been causing the clock to reverse.
Minor headaches were common for Braun, but waking up in strange places, not so much. The last thing he remembered was rolling his latest victims weighted corpse off the side of his 18 foot half cabin cruiser, and now somehow he's waking on the cold concrete floor of unfamiliar territory. He didn't like unfamiliar. He didn't like being out of control. Most of all, he didn't like games, unless he was the one making the rules, rules that usually resulted in the demise of an unfortunate soul. But this... well, somebody out there was obviously playing silly buggers.
"Someone out there loves me..." He mutters, pushing himself off the floor, taking a calm look around. A room in some warehouse? The basement of a home? Eh, where he was didn't matter a great deal, after all, had someone gone through the trouble of getting him there, chances are they would have made sure he wouldn't be leaving in a hurry. The more interesting prospect was that, at least from Braun's perspective, for the first time in his life the tables had turned; he had now become a victim. There was no way to tell the extent of the plot, or who was actually responsible, possibly just some random mad mans idea of fun. Then again, it was also possible he had gotten so damn drunk after disposing of last nights body that he doesn't remember the rest of the night... but that much was doubtful, since his tolerance to alcohol was well beyond anything normal. The most probably scenario was that some bitter acquaintance of a past victim had finally caught up to him and decided it best to toy with his food. "So be it..."
Padding himself down, he notices his trusty Gerber is still nestled warmly in his back pocket, which caused some amusement for the stupidity of the person that captured him. What sort of knucklehead would capture a killer and let him keep his knife? He let out a soft chuckle, pulled the weapon from his pocket and extended the blade.
He wasn't keen on immediately trying the security of the room like some cornered and mindless rat, as attempting escape through the two 'doors' straight away was far too obvious, so he casually made his way to the nearest crate, jammed the blade beneath the lid and pried it open. Maybe his imbecile abductor was stupid enough to have left a few extra handy items for him as well.
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Curse PremiumJaxton walks out the door, and finds himself standing on a ledge in a cave. Up ahead, he can see a lit lantern, but between it and him is a deep chasm; likely deep enough to kill him if he fell down. A simple rope bridge is the only clear way across the chasm.
Hannah looks out the door and into a hallway. Several paintings of people expressing various degrees of horror and pain line the wall opposite of her, and a lone closet stands against the wall. Excluding the door she just came in from, she can see four other doors.
Leon walks out of the chapel, and into a long hallway. From where he's standing, he can see that the hallway turns left up ahead, and that there are 7 doors, excluding the one leading to the chapel.
Marion grabs a surgical knife, and it breaks into dust as she does so, leaving her empty-handed as she leaves the room. She finds herself in some sort of morgue, in front of her a table with a sheet that seems to cover something. From her position, she can tell that not the entirety of the room is visible to her, but she can see two doors.
Bob quickly snaps out of his daydream, just in time to stop himself from starting on the egg, which turns out to actually be a part of a severed hand. In shock, Bob falls over against the cupboard and a few cups fall onto the floor and shatter, the sound echoing, for everyone to hear.
OOC: Sorry, but you don't get to decide what you find or hear, I do.
As Beth kicks over the box, a heap of decapitated teddy bears falls out of it. He also notices that the door is partially open.
Spect finds himself in a sort of office, a desk covered in books stands in front of him, and a large confortable chair next to it. A large closet lines the wall, and there is one other door in the room.
As Edgar inspects the clock, he is horrified by what he sees. There is no internal mechanisms that seemingly cause the clock to tick, only a living, beating heart that seems to speed up as Edgar looks at it.
Braun pries open a box, and finds it to be filled to the brim with more bottles, identical to the ones surrounding him on the floor, but filled with a strange, red liquid.
Beth gives the bears a disgruntled look. His face scrunching up a bit, he pulls open another box, one that doesn't have anything stacked on it.
Leon looks at each of the doors currently visible in the hallway before deciding to continue west down the hallway, stopping at the turn to see where it leads. He pauses briefly and looks around as he hears the faint, echoing sound of something shattering, though he is unable to discern what direction it is coming from- and he wouldn't have any idea how to make his way there even if he could. "Guess that means I'm not alone here..." he states to himself as he continues making his way down the hallway.
After his initial surprise, Edgar contemplates something. He closes the compartment that holds the heart and decides to keep the clock with him, in case it meant something. A horrible sinking feeling washes over him temporarily; this place wasn't right. Nonetheless, with his left hand occupied with holding the clock, he makes a decision to open and examine both the nightstand and the closet.
Hannah looks at the paintings, slightly unnerved by them. She takes one last look at the bathroom, before quietly shutting the door to it after taking a few steps out. She is on guard and on alert, she quietly marches on over to the closet and grabs the handle firmly, and gives it a twist, then a slight pull. She peeks inside, cautiously. That is, if it is unlocked. If not she does the same to the first door on the right.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
Jaxton sighs and flips a coin: Heads he takes the bridge, tails he goes back. It lands tails. He heads back into the altar room: Heads he goes north, tails east.
...huh. Tails again. He opens the east door and looks inside
O, k. Bob assured himself that the noises coming from the south door were a daydream to.
He peeks into the west door.
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What again?
Aand it's gone, she thought to herself as the knife crumbles in her hand, sighing. Maybe I was in a coma or something for millions of years. That could explain this dilapidated state. But then how is the blood still fresh...? And how could I be alive? She stopped going down this train of thought and continued to walk through into the room, deciding not to go through either door yet or continue down the room. Instead she pulls aside the sheet off the table.
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As Spect wanders into the next room, he is much more satisfied with what he sees in this place compared to the previous. The books over on the desk could be a great start to searching this room, since it would let him understand a bit more of where he had ended up. Without much delay, he strolled over to the desk and examined a few titles and first few pages, trying to figure out what exactly they were for.
The closet would come next if he couldn't really find anything useful, or even read the books. Particularly if they were blank.
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Sam finds himself mildly perplexed for the circumstances at hand, however lacking concern as he closes the book and slides it neatly into a vacant space on the bookshelf in front of him.
After shuffling somewhat awkwardly to turn, curiously analyzing the room he is in, he feels a great deal of anxiety come over him. This anxiety derives not from the acknowledgement that he has obviously become captive, but rather for the untidy condition of the room. The bookshelves are unevenly spaced and the books displayed thereon have been placed in a careless fashion. Before anything else, this problem must be corrected.
Sam hobbles as he moves around the room, disregarding any sounds that may be heard coming from elsewhere in the building. His sole focus is on positioning the shelves at equal spacing, aligning them to the best of his ability, straightening the books on their shelves. While doing so, and at perfectly timed intervals, he pauses his work to lift his sleeve and regard the face of his watch in a moment of wide-eyed discernment.
Once this exercise has been performed successfully, Sam hobbles cautiously to the exit at the West side of the room, removes a handkerchief from the pocket of his shirt, then uses it as a makeshift glove to grip the handle and open the door.
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Finding the crate filled with more red liquid, Braun removes a bottle, unscrews the cap, and is taking a small sniff to confirm the liquids identity when the sound of something shattering steals his attention. Raising one brow at the smell of the liquid, he screws the cap back on and returns the bottle to the crate.
It was difficult to tell which direction the echoing sound had come from, but at least now he was aware of another presence nearby in the building. Whether or not his abductors were the ones responsible for making the noise, possibly a ruse to lure his attention to the door, was another matter to be considered.
A number of possibilities circulated his thoughts as he walked quietly to the two doors, first to the one on the south wall, then to the one on east, holding his ear close to each in an effort to listen for any other sound. Not picking up on any other immediate disturbances, but keeping his ear distrustfully close, he grips the handle of the east door and gently twists it.
The door clicks open.
Braun moves back, his exposed blade at the ready for any possible incoming.
"Well, there.... Too easy." He mumbles, as the door edges slightly ajar by the small momentum of being released.
After waiting another minute, he steps up and pulls it open just enough to sidestep quietly out of the room.
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Curse PremiumBeth pulls out the another box. It is wrapped in tape as if someone was trying to ensure that it was kept closed, but the tap at the opening is torn, allowing the box to be opened...
Leon walks down the hallway. When he reaches the curve in the hall, and finds three more doors, and it turns out that the hallway continues further, curving again to the left.
Edgar opens the nightstand, but finds nothing. All of it's drawers lack a bottom. The closet itself only contains some old, torn clothes.
Even with the compartment closed, Edgar can hear the beating of the heart go faster and faster.
Hannah cautiously opens the closet, only to find a dead body. A person seems to have hung themselves in the closet, though they're facing the other way, preventing her from knowing if they were male or female, or if it was anyone she knew.
Jaxton finds himself in some sort of boiler room. The large boiler blocks his sight fo most of the room, but he can see one other door from where he's standing.
Bob opens the door, and finds himself in a bedroom. The room is empty except for a bed, and it looks as though somebody is sleeping in it.
Marion pulls the sheet of the table, and finds herself face to face with a dead person who looks remarkably similar to Marion herself. The body has a big, gaping hole in it's chest as if someone tore out the heart, but other than that it looks very calm.
Before Marion has the opportunity to inspect the body further however, it opens it's eyes and grabs the collar of Marion's clothes and pulls her close.
"You must leave. It's not safe here. Get out, or you'll suffer the same fate I suffered. Stay away from-"
Before the 'dead' person finishes talking however, it bursts into flame and lets go of Marion. Within seconds, all that's left is a small pile of ash.
Spect opens a book. It's written in some strange, unknown language. Useless.
Spect opens another book, this one is readable, but the fact that every single page constantly repeats "Get Out" over and over again isn't very helpful.
The third book looks a bit more promising however. Although most of the book is written in the same, unreadable language, one page draws Spect's attention. Although Spect can't understand what is written on the page, it is fortunately written in a script he is familiar with, and two words stand out among the rest, as Spect is able to understand what they say.
'Blunt Weapon'
Sam opens the door, it leads to a very tidy study, everything on the desk is stacked in very neat piles, and a single, closed book lies dead-center on the desk as if someone was reading it but stopped. There is only one other door in the study, on the other side of the room.
Braun can tell that the liquid smells quite a lot like blood, but it's as if there's alcohol in it too...
Braun leaves the room, and finds himself in a hallway, though he can tell not all of it is visible from where he's standing. He can see that the hallway curves to the right, and that there's one door on the left.
Against an unknown amount of better judgement, Beth starts worrying at the rip in the tape with his fingernails.
Spect sighs when he opens the first book, quickly setting it aside before opening the second book. "Well then, it looks like someone is definitely trying to warn people about something. If I knew how, I would take it's advice." he whispers to himself. "To be fair, I would do that regardless of what a book tells me..." he continues as he closes the book. He would prefer it if the next ones have more useful writing.
And they sort of do. 'Blunt Weapon' might not have been the most useful words, but it was certainly more use to him then some completely unrecognizable dialogue or the same cryptic warning over and over again. Spect decided he would keep the book for a bit longer, but after several seconds of vainly attempting to shove it into his pockets, he ends up carrying it under one of his arms.
His next task was to open up the closet nearby. Just a few seconds to check wouldn't really hurt his progress of searching the place.
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Bob inspects the bed, then opens the current room's south door.
What again?
Hannah doesn't really want to find out, she is slightly horrified by this but she remains calm, she takes a quiet sigh and stands there for a few seconds, and goes to quietly shut the closet door, muttering something quiet under her breathe. She proceeds to go cautiously open the nearest door, her hand grabbing onto something in her pocket. Her blade.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
Finding the hallway seemingly curving in on itself, Leon contemplates following to the end of it before deciding instead to turn around and take the westmost door along the north wall of the hallway.