Introduction
What's the last thing you remember?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours.
After hearing this strange and unknown voice you awake to find yourself in a very nice and warm room. You get up and look around for awhile before finally taking a look outside the window. Outside you discover a large courtyard with fresh green grass and trees and bushes. The entire seemingly large mansion seems to be surrounded with a fence. And just beyond the fence is a maze created by rose hedges. The maze seemingly goes on for miles and miles. Leaving your room you head downstairs into the main living room where you find light streaming through the windows and lighting up the room with its nice looking furniture. Something tells you to wait here and you do. Before long other people find there way to the room. Finally when you believe you've all been found you sit down for a chat and come to the discovery that you've all recently had a near death experience not only that but you discover you all heard the same voice telling you to wake up. What does it mean? What does it mean by second chance? Only time will tell from here.
Plot:
You are either a person who has cause pain and hurt to someone or has been the one hurt or pained. Your life so far? Not all that good. You regret allot and you want a second chance. After a near death experience you wake up to find yourself in a large and glorious mansion with other people in the same boat as you. Each night you spend in this strange place you dream of someone saying "This is your second chance. Come on WAKE UP." The more time you spend here the more you become closer to the people around you. At night when you eat you learn a little more of each others pasts where your from. You all realize much to your surprise that your entire life you haven't lived all that far from each other. Some of you even go to the same school! As you develop friendships and maybe even enemy's or love interests you realize the only thing ever holding back some of your friendships before were social statuses. The time you spend around others helps to change you to wake you up more and more to life and yourself. People who were bullied learn to be more confident and proud. Bullies learn to trust again and learn to make better friends. But when will your time here end? That is all up to you and when you feel ready to finally go home. Because when you do the path through the maze of roses will suddenly become clear? And what happens after you wake up? It's all up for you to decide... It's your second chance.
Making a Character:
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours.
Wake up!
After hearing this strange and unknown voice you awake to find yourself in a very nice and warm room. You get up and look around for awhile before finally taking a look outside the window. Outside you discover a large courtyard with fresh green grass and trees and bushes. The entire seemingly large mansion seems to be surrounded with a fence. And just beyond the fence is a maze created by rose hedges. The maze seemingly goes on for miles and miles. Leaving your room you head downstairs into the main living room where you find light streaming through the windows and lighting up the room with its nice looking furniture. Something tells you to wait here and you do. Before long other people find there way to the room. Finally when you believe you've all been found you sit down for a chat and come to the discovery that you've all recently had a near death experience not only that but you discover you all heard the same voice telling you to wake up. What does it mean? What does it mean by second chance? Only time will tell from here.
Plot:
You are either a person who has cause pain and hurt to someone or has been the one hurt or pained. Your life so far? Not all that good. You regret allot and you want a second chance. After a near death experience you wake up to find yourself in a large and glorious mansion with other people in the same boat as you. Each night you spend in this strange place you dream of someone saying "This is your second chance. Come on WAKE UP." The more time you spend here the more you become closer to the people around you. At night when you eat you learn a little more of each others pasts where your from. You all realize much to your surprise that your entire life you haven't lived all that far from each other. Some of you even go to the same school! As you develop friendships and maybe even enemy's or love interests you realize the only thing ever holding back some of your friendships before were social statuses. The time you spend around others helps to change you to wake you up more and more to life and yourself. People who were bullied learn to be more confident and proud. Bullies learn to trust again and learn to make better friends. But when will your time here end? That is all up to you and when you feel ready to finally go home. Because when you do the path through the maze of roses will suddenly become clear? And what happens after you wake up? It's all up for you to decide... It's your second chance.
Making a Character:
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Age: (16 - 23)
Gender:
Eye color:
Hair color:
Height:
Defining features: (physical)
Bully or Bullied: (State which you were and how you bullied or were bullied)
Likes:
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Personality:
History:
Other: (other things that are important enough to note and read)
Gallery: (Pictures or picture of your character... anime or drawn only plz)
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What's the last thing you remember?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours.
Pain. The pain was like being bitten all over his body by the nightmarish, demonic creatures from South America, or Africa. He had heard of a creature that caused bites as painful as a gunshot wound. Except, here, Thomas was being shot by actual guns. No matter how he had imagined it, it actually did not seem as painful as he had thought. He didn't know why. The last thing he remembered was standing up. He did not even remember his head hitting the floor. The situation he was in now was terrifying to him. He was alone in a strange place. He awoke in a comfortable room. He seemed alive. Maybe someone brought him back to life. Or, the equally likely reason that he never died in the first place. The room was lavish with knowledge, and little else. A simple desk in the plainly-coloured room adorned the ground. The wall had a large book case covering it. It was filled with books. Thomas got up. The pain was there, but he withstood it. He still felt shaky on his feet, and stumbled against the table, before lifting himself up. He looked down. His entire body had scars all over it. He looked at them, at the approximate radius from which each scar seemed to radiate from. He determined they were probably caused by bullets. Touching one, he recoiled his hand. He remembered the sharp pain on each point. They did not hurt now, though. They did not hurt then, either. Why would such a memory be painful, if it was of a non-painful situation? Thomas turned to the window. It was night, and a beautiful one at that. Calming. He focused his abstract mind into the task at hand . . . there was none. However, there was a rose garden maze outside. It was pretty, but he read too much of Alice in Wonderland to trust it fully. It extended for a while, and he was in a lavish place. He decided not to think the Red Queen of Roses kidnapped him, despite it being a technical possibility, for all he knew. Thomas noticed his clothes on the window as well. They hung. Oh yes, he was nearly naked. He forgot entirely. Maybe the cold breeze made him too numb to notice his clothes missing. Oh. He remembered seeing his scars earlier, when he got up. Woops. Thomas quickly pulled on his clothes, and threw his scarf behind him.
Thomas checked the books. They were whole, unadulterated books. Not a cheap model of any kind. Or a good illusion, mockery, or fakery. Whatever it was, he could read here for a long time. He always wanted to get started on The Two Towers. He might be able to finish it by day's end by speed-reading, and maybe the next book, too. Thomas focused back on reality. His head was not right. He could not remember anything while knocked out. He always thought he had an eidetic memory, and with good reason. He could recall almost anything, whether he wished to forget or not. He could remember nothing since being shot, so he was out since then. That...didn't help him in any way. Not without more facts. He exited the room, slowly due to the pain he felt around his body. In a few short moments, he adapted, and walked just fine. His body appeared to be in no shape of dishevelment or decay, or disease. He just had a slight pain everywhere, and it was beginning to wear off anyhow. Outside was a hallway. Thomas ignored the details and strode down it. There were many doors in the hallway, like his own. Maybe others were here? He didn't want to enter. Thomas wouldn't want to intrude on someone who was not well in the head at the time of their death. That is, if people like him were indeed what inhabited the rooms. Instead, he went down the stairs at the end of the hall. The home was lavish, more so than his room. There was a staircase at the end of the hall. leading downwards into the unknown. Thomas approached before a searing pain ran through his entire body. He couldn't stand it, so he leaned on the wall for a good while. Maybe just an hour. He couldn't tell. When he came to, he continued his journey. After a while of exploring, he came to the Living room. It was comfy-looking. The sun came streaming through the widows. Thomas seemed to have woken up before dawn, and Thomas couldn't stand it any longer. Pain. Pain attacked him in waves. Why did a genius like him have to die in such an unsophisticated manner. Guns were unsophisticated. No matter how many beautiful computers were behind the gun, it was still simply a mass of metal displacing pieces of a person's body. It was disgusting. Thomas sat down on the ground, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and concentrated. He was sure the pain was purely mental. With concentration, mental boundaries could be overcome. He was not known for his concentration. Shortly after sitting down, Thomas spaced out and the pain vanished on it's own. He opened his eyes, and felt slightly better. He generally hated the sunlight, preferring the darkness of the night, where his senses would not overload. Also, he was a creepy internet addict with heavy bags under his eyes, so naturally, the sun harmed him worse than it did vampires. But this sunlight illuminating the lavish room seemed a little better.
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours.
Pain. The pain was like being bitten all over his body by the nightmarish, demonic creatures from South America, or Africa. He had heard of a creature that caused bites as painful as a gunshot wound. Except, here, Thomas was being shot by actual guns. No matter how he had imagined it, it actually did not seem as painful as he had thought. He didn't know why. The last thing he remembered was standing up. He did not even remember his head hitting the floor. The situation he was in now was terrifying to him. He was alone in a strange place. He awoke in a comfortable room. He seemed alive. Maybe someone brought him back to life. Or, the equally likely reason that he never died in the first place. The room was lavish with knowledge, and little else. A simple desk in the plainly-coloured room adorned the ground. The wall had a large book case covering it. It was filled with books. Thomas got up. The pain was there, but he withstood it. He still felt shaky on his feet, and stumbled against the table, before lifting himself up. He looked down. His entire body had scars all over it. He looked at them, at the approximate radius from which each scar seemed to radiate from. He determined they were probably caused by bullets. Touching one, he recoiled his hand. He remembered the sharp pain on each point. They did not hurt now, though. They did not hurt then, either. Why would such a memory be painful, if it was of a non-painful situation? Thomas turned to the window. It was night, and a beautiful one at that. Calming. He focused his abstract mind into the task at hand . . . there was none. However, there was a rose garden maze outside. It was pretty, but he read too much of Alice in Wonderland to trust it fully. It extended for a while, and he was in a lavish place. He decided not to think the Red Queen of Roses kidnapped him, despite it being a technical possibility, for all he knew. Thomas noticed his clothes on the window as well. They hung. Oh yes, he was nearly naked. He forgot entirely. Maybe the cold breeze made him too numb to notice his clothes missing. Oh. He remembered seeing his scars earlier, when he got up. Woops. Thomas quickly pulled on his clothes, and threw his scarf behind him.
Thomas checked the books. They were whole, unadulterated books. Not a cheap model of any kind. Or a good illusion, mockery, or fakery. Whatever it was, he could read here for a long time. He always wanted to get started on The Two Towers. He might be able to finish it by day's end by speed-reading, and maybe the next book, too. Thomas focused back on reality. His head was not right. He could not remember anything while knocked out. He always thought he had an eidetic memory, and with good reason. He could recall almost anything, whether he wished to forget or not. He could remember nothing since being shot, so he was out since then. That...didn't help him in any way. Not without more facts. He exited the room, slowly due to the pain he felt around his body. In a few short moments, he adapted, and walked just fine. His body appeared to be in no shape of dishevelment or decay, or disease. He just had a slight pain everywhere, and it was beginning to wear off anyhow. Outside was a hallway. Thomas ignored the details and strode down it. There were many doors in the hallway, like his own. Maybe others were here? He didn't want to enter. Thomas wouldn't want to intrude on someone who was not well in the head at the time of their death. That is, if people like him were indeed what inhabited the rooms. Instead, he went down the stairs at the end of the hall. The home was lavish, more so than his room. There was a staircase at the end of the hall. leading downwards into the unknown. Thomas approached before a searing pain ran through his entire body. He couldn't stand it, so he leaned on the wall for a good while. Maybe just an hour. He couldn't tell. When he came to, he continued his journey. After a while of exploring, he came to the Living room. It was comfy-looking. The sun came streaming through the widows. Thomas seemed to have woken up before dawn, and Thomas couldn't stand it any longer. Pain. Pain attacked him in waves. Why did a genius like him have to die in such an unsophisticated manner. Guns were unsophisticated. No matter how many beautiful computers were behind the gun, it was still simply a mass of metal displacing pieces of a person's body. It was disgusting. Thomas sat down on the ground, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and concentrated. He was sure the pain was purely mental. With concentration, mental boundaries could be overcome. He was not known for his concentration. Shortly after sitting down, Thomas spaced out and the pain vanished on it's own. He opened his eyes, and felt slightly better. He generally hated the sunlight, preferring the darkness of the night, where his senses would not overload. Also, he was a creepy internet addict with heavy bags under his eyes, so naturally, the sun harmed him worse than it did vampires. But this sunlight illuminating the lavish room seemed a little better.
"What's the last thing you remember?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours."
Cas groaned with her eyes closed, light attacking her sleeping mind into awareness. This meant that her curtains had been opened, on purpose as she always closed them at night. She hated the sun in the mornings, especially before she has had any coffee. And judging by the angle and brightness she guessed it was just after sunrise. Someone was going to pay for her waking up this early on a Saturday. Today was her day off she wasn't mea-- wait. What?
Her eyes shot open and she bolted up in bed, her black wavy hair swishing around her shoulders. Her green eyes were wide with surprise and suspicion as she looked around the room she had woken up in. There was a desk and chair against the wall to her right, as well as a small bookshelf. A window sat in the wall inbetween the desk and bookshelf. The books ranged in size and thickness as well as colour. Interesting. She looked over the desk from the bed, finding nothing of interest except for a few drawers she would go through later. The wall directly across from her bed had a potted plant that looked plastic and a door. That was it. With a sigh she glanced at the wall on her left, noting a wardrobe open.
With a glance down at her body she realised she would look in the wardrobe first, her pants and shirt were in ruins, ripped and burnt and barely covering anything. Wait...burnt?!?!
"AAAARGH!!!"
Gasping and holding her head she remembered in a flash complete agony racing through her body when she fell to the ground, a beam from the roof pinning her legs. Opening eyes she hadn't realised she closed she looked at the skin on her legs that she could see. She could feel small tears start to form in her eyes as she looked at the blotchy burn marks scrawling across her skin. She could feel the heat rushing at her skin and into her pores, invisible and nonexistent at that time, yet lost in her memory she felt it as clearly as when she had been stuck in the fire.
Someone had set her yard and the back of her house on fire. She knew that much. How they had gotten away with setting something big enoug to envelop a house she didn't know. Cas had been out in the front yard cleaning up the bits of garbage that littered in front her house from the cans being emptied that morning. When she smelled something burning she ran back into that house and as the building was old and worn it caught fire quickly. Cas remembered grabbing her little sister and yanking her out to the yard, screaming at her to run to the house across the street and call the emergency number. When the little girl nodded Cas had run back into the house to find her mother. All the time the woman had spent "working" and she had to be home now, most likely in a coma-like alcohol indused sleep.
When she finally found her mother Cas had tried to wake her up, trying desperately to not feel the heat of the fire creeping up around her. By the time she had looked around the flames surrounded them and before she could move the roof fell down, pinning her legs beneath her.
Cas slapped herself out of her memories. First thing was first - she needed to get some clothes on. She pushed herself out of bed and nearly fell to the floor. Her legs were like jelly! How was she meant to walk with these useless things? She scowled and ignored the tingly wobble in her legs and stood, cringing as she felt the soreness and ache fill her limbs. It was slow walk, to the wardrobe, but she made it and when she did Cas leaned against it while she sifted through the hanging clothes. There were assorted dresses and shirts, with pants and skirts folded neatly off to the side. When she opened the drawers she found under garments and socks, as well as hair accesories, hats, scarves, gloves and a bunch of other accesories. In the very bottom drawer were a bunch of shoes. She had enough here that it didn't matter what she wanted to wear.
Cas sighed and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a red spaghetti strap shirt. She grabbed the underwear and bra, as well some socks and shoes. As an after thought she also grabbed a hair tie and some fingerless gloves. When she changed her clothes she felt much better...well as good as she could feel with little jolts of phantom pain flowing through her legs. She laced up the black and blue tennis shoes she pulled out at random and walked over to the bookcase. There were different kinds of books lined up in no particular order she could see. Maybe she was meant to read them later? There were fiction and non-fiction, thesaurus and dictionary, as well as some language study books. Looked interesting but would have to wait until later. She walked over to the desk and started opening up the drawers. In them she found several art supplies and blank journals and sketchbooks. She blinked and went to look out the window.
The sight took her breath away. Miles and miles of green dotted with red. A rose bush hedge? And it appeared as if it was formed into a maze.... did this mean she wasn't allowed to leave? She frowned and decided she had had enough with this room. She strode to the door and yanked it open, glaring outside the room and into the hall. So many doors....She didn't care and walked down the hall, leaving her door wide open.
"Hello?"
No answer what a surprise... She ignored everything she walked past, all the clean walls and the tidy paint, until she came to a very bright and nicely furnished room. There were couches and chairs all sitting to face each other and she frowned when she saw one other person across the room with a yellow scarf. She pretended she hadn't seen him and adopted a defensive stance, looking into "living room" with more curiousity.
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours."
Cas groaned with her eyes closed, light attacking her sleeping mind into awareness. This meant that her curtains had been opened, on purpose as she always closed them at night. She hated the sun in the mornings, especially before she has had any coffee. And judging by the angle and brightness she guessed it was just after sunrise. Someone was going to pay for her waking up this early on a Saturday. Today was her day off she wasn't mea-- wait. What?
Her eyes shot open and she bolted up in bed, her black wavy hair swishing around her shoulders. Her green eyes were wide with surprise and suspicion as she looked around the room she had woken up in. There was a desk and chair against the wall to her right, as well as a small bookshelf. A window sat in the wall inbetween the desk and bookshelf. The books ranged in size and thickness as well as colour. Interesting. She looked over the desk from the bed, finding nothing of interest except for a few drawers she would go through later. The wall directly across from her bed had a potted plant that looked plastic and a door. That was it. With a sigh she glanced at the wall on her left, noting a wardrobe open.
With a glance down at her body she realised she would look in the wardrobe first, her pants and shirt were in ruins, ripped and burnt and barely covering anything. Wait...burnt?!?!
"AAAARGH!!!"
Gasping and holding her head she remembered in a flash complete agony racing through her body when she fell to the ground, a beam from the roof pinning her legs. Opening eyes she hadn't realised she closed she looked at the skin on her legs that she could see. She could feel small tears start to form in her eyes as she looked at the blotchy burn marks scrawling across her skin. She could feel the heat rushing at her skin and into her pores, invisible and nonexistent at that time, yet lost in her memory she felt it as clearly as when she had been stuck in the fire.
Someone had set her yard and the back of her house on fire. She knew that much. How they had gotten away with setting something big enoug to envelop a house she didn't know. Cas had been out in the front yard cleaning up the bits of garbage that littered in front her house from the cans being emptied that morning. When she smelled something burning she ran back into that house and as the building was old and worn it caught fire quickly. Cas remembered grabbing her little sister and yanking her out to the yard, screaming at her to run to the house across the street and call the emergency number. When the little girl nodded Cas had run back into the house to find her mother. All the time the woman had spent "working" and she had to be home now, most likely in a coma-like alcohol indused sleep.
When she finally found her mother Cas had tried to wake her up, trying desperately to not feel the heat of the fire creeping up around her. By the time she had looked around the flames surrounded them and before she could move the roof fell down, pinning her legs beneath her.
Cas slapped herself out of her memories. First thing was first - she needed to get some clothes on. She pushed herself out of bed and nearly fell to the floor. Her legs were like jelly! How was she meant to walk with these useless things? She scowled and ignored the tingly wobble in her legs and stood, cringing as she felt the soreness and ache fill her limbs. It was slow walk, to the wardrobe, but she made it and when she did Cas leaned against it while she sifted through the hanging clothes. There were assorted dresses and shirts, with pants and skirts folded neatly off to the side. When she opened the drawers she found under garments and socks, as well as hair accesories, hats, scarves, gloves and a bunch of other accesories. In the very bottom drawer were a bunch of shoes. She had enough here that it didn't matter what she wanted to wear.
Cas sighed and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a red spaghetti strap shirt. She grabbed the underwear and bra, as well some socks and shoes. As an after thought she also grabbed a hair tie and some fingerless gloves. When she changed her clothes she felt much better...well as good as she could feel with little jolts of phantom pain flowing through her legs. She laced up the black and blue tennis shoes she pulled out at random and walked over to the bookcase. There were different kinds of books lined up in no particular order she could see. Maybe she was meant to read them later? There were fiction and non-fiction, thesaurus and dictionary, as well as some language study books. Looked interesting but would have to wait until later. She walked over to the desk and started opening up the drawers. In them she found several art supplies and blank journals and sketchbooks. She blinked and went to look out the window.
The sight took her breath away. Miles and miles of green dotted with red. A rose bush hedge? And it appeared as if it was formed into a maze.... did this mean she wasn't allowed to leave? She frowned and decided she had had enough with this room. She strode to the door and yanked it open, glaring outside the room and into the hall. So many doors....She didn't care and walked down the hall, leaving her door wide open.
"Hello?"
No answer what a surprise... She ignored everything she walked past, all the clean walls and the tidy paint, until she came to a very bright and nicely furnished room. There were couches and chairs all sitting to face each other and she frowned when she saw one other person across the room with a yellow scarf. She pretended she hadn't seen him and adopted a defensive stance, looking into "living room" with more curiousity.
What's the last thing you remember?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours.
Svalin found it highly annoying this voice that had just talked, who had woken her up. She was not happy, and the day had just started. The curtains were open, who had done that!? She had asked the nurses to keep the stupid curtains closed and now they were open! Dammit! She would teach the stupid nurses to do as she says and not just open the damn things. Svalin was off to a bad start, a really bad start.
The young girl, with light blonde hair, opened her eyes, not with a gasp, but just slowly. She moved her hands over her eyes and growled as the light of the sun burned her skin already. Great! She slowly sat up, got out of bed, went to the window and closed the curtains. That was better. Now she had time to look around where she was. And Svalin was in a place she just did not know, and unknown places scared her. She then noticed she was naked! Naked! Had they dared to undress her! She growled and rammed her fist into the wall, only to yelp and collapse to the ground. It was not the pain from her fist, but something more, larger.
Scars. Gigantic scars. From slashes it seems. She frowned. Svalin could not remember anything from those scars. And than it hit her. A bear. The stupid school trip to the mountains. She had wandered off, actually to see if she could get some alcohol somewhere, or just walk away and go back home, no one would care anyways. And then she stumbled across this gigantic bear that seemed simply complete mad. And she had nothing to defend herself with. And the bear had attacked her, without mercy. He had slashed right across her chest, deep gashes, bleeding badly. The bear had ripped open the belly of Svalin, almost spilling her guts. And her legs were just as bad. Gashes till up her bone, you could just see her bones. She should have died right there and then, but someone found her.
Svalin was brought to the hospital that was rather close. But she had only laid there for a few hours before she... Before she... She could not remember! The memory was gone. Or did she die then? Yes, that was it. She remembered the cries of her mother and the long irritating high noise that came from some kind of machine connected to her heart. But, if she had died then, why did she feel and breath right now.
With a sigh, and reluctant, Svalin got up and saw a closet. She frowned and opened it, to find ugly cloths. She searched for a sweatpants and t-shirt, and found it. Alas the only thing she liked. She quickly dressed and looked around, then at her body. The slashes were scars now. But than quite some while should have passed right, or was this just some weird dream, was the whole attack a dream and was she just in a tent sleeping? No, Svalin shook her head and looked around. This was not a dream, this was far from a dream. But did she dare to leave the room and go and see what was behind it? No. She instead crawled under the bed with a pillow and blankets and curled up, shaking slightly because she was completely unknown to this situation.
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours.
Svalin found it highly annoying this voice that had just talked, who had woken her up. She was not happy, and the day had just started. The curtains were open, who had done that!? She had asked the nurses to keep the stupid curtains closed and now they were open! Dammit! She would teach the stupid nurses to do as she says and not just open the damn things. Svalin was off to a bad start, a really bad start.
The young girl, with light blonde hair, opened her eyes, not with a gasp, but just slowly. She moved her hands over her eyes and growled as the light of the sun burned her skin already. Great! She slowly sat up, got out of bed, went to the window and closed the curtains. That was better. Now she had time to look around where she was. And Svalin was in a place she just did not know, and unknown places scared her. She then noticed she was naked! Naked! Had they dared to undress her! She growled and rammed her fist into the wall, only to yelp and collapse to the ground. It was not the pain from her fist, but something more, larger.
Scars. Gigantic scars. From slashes it seems. She frowned. Svalin could not remember anything from those scars. And than it hit her. A bear. The stupid school trip to the mountains. She had wandered off, actually to see if she could get some alcohol somewhere, or just walk away and go back home, no one would care anyways. And then she stumbled across this gigantic bear that seemed simply complete mad. And she had nothing to defend herself with. And the bear had attacked her, without mercy. He had slashed right across her chest, deep gashes, bleeding badly. The bear had ripped open the belly of Svalin, almost spilling her guts. And her legs were just as bad. Gashes till up her bone, you could just see her bones. She should have died right there and then, but someone found her.
Svalin was brought to the hospital that was rather close. But she had only laid there for a few hours before she... Before she... She could not remember! The memory was gone. Or did she die then? Yes, that was it. She remembered the cries of her mother and the long irritating high noise that came from some kind of machine connected to her heart. But, if she had died then, why did she feel and breath right now.
With a sigh, and reluctant, Svalin got up and saw a closet. She frowned and opened it, to find ugly cloths. She searched for a sweatpants and t-shirt, and found it. Alas the only thing she liked. She quickly dressed and looked around, then at her body. The slashes were scars now. But than quite some while should have passed right, or was this just some weird dream, was the whole attack a dream and was she just in a tent sleeping? No, Svalin shook her head and looked around. This was not a dream, this was far from a dream. But did she dare to leave the room and go and see what was behind it? No. She instead crawled under the bed with a pillow and blankets and curled up, shaking slightly because she was completely unknown to this situation.
"What's the last thing you remember?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours."
Langdon woke up on his back, sprawled out across the floor. "Wh-" The Senior mumbled as he slowly propped himself up. His chest hurt. Like, it really hurt. What happened...?
That's when he remembered. Craig Poole. The bullying. Something in Langdon must have snapped, and really sent him off on the deep end to go to Poole's house at night. He was so blinded by his rage that not even a loaded gun could stop him... maybe that was why he was here. Was he shot? Was he dead? Nothing was clear anymore. Langdon tried to remember the last thing he could. "Stay back, you freak," Poole had said (Although it was a stronger word that freak). "I have my dad's gun right here." Did Langdon even hear that, at the time? Maybe not. He took a step towards the cowering boy, heard a crack like a broom snapped in half, and then he was here.
"Where am I?" Langdon asked aloud. "Is this a hospital? Was I shot? What kind of hospital is this? Let me out of here!" He happened to look out the window, where the saw the rose garden maze. "God dammit," He swore. "Where am I? What the fuck did you do to me? Poole? Anyone?" He asked loudly, expecting the voice to answer.When he got no response, Langdon screamed and punched a wall. "Tell me where I am!"
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours."
Langdon woke up on his back, sprawled out across the floor. "Wh-" The Senior mumbled as he slowly propped himself up. His chest hurt. Like, it really hurt. What happened...?
That's when he remembered. Craig Poole. The bullying. Something in Langdon must have snapped, and really sent him off on the deep end to go to Poole's house at night. He was so blinded by his rage that not even a loaded gun could stop him... maybe that was why he was here. Was he shot? Was he dead? Nothing was clear anymore. Langdon tried to remember the last thing he could. "Stay back, you freak," Poole had said (Although it was a stronger word that freak). "I have my dad's gun right here." Did Langdon even hear that, at the time? Maybe not. He took a step towards the cowering boy, heard a crack like a broom snapped in half, and then he was here.
"Where am I?" Langdon asked aloud. "Is this a hospital? Was I shot? What kind of hospital is this? Let me out of here!" He happened to look out the window, where the saw the rose garden maze. "God dammit," He swore. "Where am I? What the fuck did you do to me? Poole? Anyone?" He asked loudly, expecting the voice to answer.When he got no response, Langdon screamed and punched a wall. "Tell me where I am!"
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What's the last thing you remember?
Car tires screeching on the pavement?
Fire? Gunshot?
It's fine if you don't remember. But you will.
Tell me, were you bullied? Maybe you were the bully.
Regrets? Oh yeah, everyone regrets it.
Listen here. Apparently everyone deserves a second chance. Yeah, even you.
WAKE UP.
"Craziest fucking dream ever." Alex muttered as he rolled over, reaching out blindly for the lamp that was always beside his bed. His hand only hit the wall. He sat up, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. "What?" His eyes narrowed. Kicking his legs over the side of the bed, he wandered to the other side of the room where there was a faint outline of a rectangle. Must be the door, he thought, and there's always a light switch by a door. For once the blonde haired boy seemed to be correct. As the room lit up his eyes widened a bit. Where was he? This certainly was not his room, and none of his friends rooms were this small either. Grimacing, the boy walked back to the bed and sat down. "Okay, really funny guys. Haha."
When nothing happened, Alex began to get a tad bit nervous. Surely this was just a prank. But who by? Well, he did make Derek go kiss that guy..but no, Derek wouldn't do that. And he certainly couldn't have found the video he put online. Then there was that kid that he spilled his lemonade on, purposefully, the other day. But still, he was a nerd. That's how you treat those sort of kids. Alex actually laughed at the thought of the acne covered dork with glasses. Oh, this totally had to be Jason. Hah, but he really couldn't be that mad about Alex doing what he did. "Oh come on Jason, I told you if you weren't gonna fuck her I was!" Was it terrible that that actually made him laugh?
After another ten minutes passed, he was starting to realize that this wasn't a joke. "Where am I?" It was only then that he saw the blood.
Car tires screeching on the pavement?
Fire? Gunshot?
It's fine if you don't remember. But you will.
Tell me, were you bullied? Maybe you were the bully.
Regrets? Oh yeah, everyone regrets it.
Listen here. Apparently everyone deserves a second chance. Yeah, even you.
WAKE UP.
"Craziest fucking dream ever." Alex muttered as he rolled over, reaching out blindly for the lamp that was always beside his bed. His hand only hit the wall. He sat up, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. "What?" His eyes narrowed. Kicking his legs over the side of the bed, he wandered to the other side of the room where there was a faint outline of a rectangle. Must be the door, he thought, and there's always a light switch by a door. For once the blonde haired boy seemed to be correct. As the room lit up his eyes widened a bit. Where was he? This certainly was not his room, and none of his friends rooms were this small either. Grimacing, the boy walked back to the bed and sat down. "Okay, really funny guys. Haha."
When nothing happened, Alex began to get a tad bit nervous. Surely this was just a prank. But who by? Well, he did make Derek go kiss that guy..but no, Derek wouldn't do that. And he certainly couldn't have found the video he put online. Then there was that kid that he spilled his lemonade on, purposefully, the other day. But still, he was a nerd. That's how you treat those sort of kids. Alex actually laughed at the thought of the acne covered dork with glasses. Oh, this totally had to be Jason. Hah, but he really couldn't be that mad about Alex doing what he did. "Oh come on Jason, I told you if you weren't gonna fuck her I was!" Was it terrible that that actually made him laugh?
After another ten minutes passed, he was starting to realize that this wasn't a joke. "Where am I?" It was only then that he saw the blood.
"What's the last thing you remember?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours."
Bo woke up slowly and stared at the ceiling above her. She wasn't home... She wasn't in a hospital... That voice? She blinked slowly and looked around before sitting up. She felt sore and sick and... cold? She looked down and cringed. Her body was covered in scars and bruises of all kinds there was even stitches on her side. What? What had happened to her? She stood and looked outside. Outside a sea of green with specks of red met her eyes. Memories flashed through her brain. A kid on the road and a stupid car or truck... just something with wheels. She rubbed her head and closed her eyes until the last few memories passed. Sirens and screaming... She opened her bright blue eyes and forced her sore and stiff body to move over to a wardrobe. She opened and looked at the assortment of clothing curiously. She pulled out a baggy white t-shirt and baggy green cotton pants as well as a white sun hat. Hat's were her best friend... They let her talk... A little because she would not be able to see just how scarily tall the person she was talking to was. While she was at it she picked out some undergarment's and quickly got dressed. The first thing Bo realized after she was dressed in the clothes actually fit her perfectly... was that scary? or good? She would decide later.
Bo put on the large white sun hat and ventured bravely out into the hallway of this strange place. Everything was beautiful and warm here... But it felt a little scary. She turned and looked down the hall at more doors and probably more people... Unless she was dead and this was life after death... It would suck if it was. She whimpered slightly scared and continued backing up keeping an eye on the doors to see if anyone else would come out. But as she kept backing up she did not notice how close she was to the stairs leading down and well... She ventured a little too close and felt herself fall back. For a second there was only air behind her as she fell and then the moment of truth as she crashed down the stairs sending shocks of pain up through her damaged body. She grabbed hold of the railing and managed to pull herself to a falling stop. Her body pulsed in a pain for a few minutes causing her to stay frozen on the stair case. Lost, confused, her wild red hair everywhere and her hat off and at her feet. Where was she? And truly... why?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours."
Bo woke up slowly and stared at the ceiling above her. She wasn't home... She wasn't in a hospital... That voice? She blinked slowly and looked around before sitting up. She felt sore and sick and... cold? She looked down and cringed. Her body was covered in scars and bruises of all kinds there was even stitches on her side. What? What had happened to her? She stood and looked outside. Outside a sea of green with specks of red met her eyes. Memories flashed through her brain. A kid on the road and a stupid car or truck... just something with wheels. She rubbed her head and closed her eyes until the last few memories passed. Sirens and screaming... She opened her bright blue eyes and forced her sore and stiff body to move over to a wardrobe. She opened and looked at the assortment of clothing curiously. She pulled out a baggy white t-shirt and baggy green cotton pants as well as a white sun hat. Hat's were her best friend... They let her talk... A little because she would not be able to see just how scarily tall the person she was talking to was. While she was at it she picked out some undergarment's and quickly got dressed. The first thing Bo realized after she was dressed in the clothes actually fit her perfectly... was that scary? or good? She would decide later.
Bo put on the large white sun hat and ventured bravely out into the hallway of this strange place. Everything was beautiful and warm here... But it felt a little scary. She turned and looked down the hall at more doors and probably more people... Unless she was dead and this was life after death... It would suck if it was. She whimpered slightly scared and continued backing up keeping an eye on the doors to see if anyone else would come out. But as she kept backing up she did not notice how close she was to the stairs leading down and well... She ventured a little too close and felt herself fall back. For a second there was only air behind her as she fell and then the moment of truth as she crashed down the stairs sending shocks of pain up through her damaged body. She grabbed hold of the railing and managed to pull herself to a falling stop. Her body pulsed in a pain for a few minutes causing her to stay frozen on the stair case. Lost, confused, her wild red hair everywhere and her hat off and at her feet. Where was she? And truly... why?
"What's the last thing you remember?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours."
"What? What are you talking about mom?" Jesse slowly opened her eyes to a pitch black room. She finally realized the voice she had just heard wasn't her mothers. She quickly sat up and tried to get out of bed on the right side as always. Her legs quickly hit a wall. Confused she felt the right side of her bed with her hand, yep, that was definitely a wall. She tried the left side and managed to stand up. She tried to adjust her eyes to the dark and managed to see a small white rectangle on the opposite side of the room from her. Deciding it was a light switch she slowly walked over to it. She got to the switch and turned on the lights. She quickly closed her eyes and when she felt the lights would no longer burn she opened them shocked.
To her right there was a wall not like her room, of course the wall was the first thing she would notice, how odd of her. She looked toward her left seeing a window with purple curtains a dark brown dresser and a mirror. She walked over to the mirror and saw she was wearing the ugliest pajamas she owned. "Ewww, why would I wear these when I killed myself?" Noticing what she said she slightly jumped remembering that night. She took her laptop and recorded a suicide video. She wasn't going to write a note, to much work. Besides she would want her last words to be on her favorite thing ever. She remembered exactly what she said on her video. "I'm sorry everyone, I have been a terrible person. Maybe this will help some of you out. Me no longer attending school might make some of your lives better. I know this is what I need to do." Jesse looked towards the dresser and opened it up. She took off her pajamas throwing them on the floor. She put on her underwear and bra and then picked out an outfit that consisted of black skinny jeans, a long sleeve neon green shirt to hide her wrist scars, a tight black bracelet so her sleeve wouldn't accidentally be pushed up to reveal her scars, and black hat with cute cat ears, and knee-high black combat boots.
She looked out the window to see a bunch of ugly rose bushes lined in a maze. "What the f*ck is this place?" She walked towards the door and opened it seeing her room was the last one at the end of a hallway full of other rooms. Feeling adventurous she walked threw the hallway and reached the top of some stairs that looked endless. She couldn't even see the bottom of them. She slowly but surely started her walk down them. At the bottom a small girl was laying on the floor. She looked very confused. Jesse walked past her and into a room with some guy sitting on a couch with an ugly yellow scarf. She saw a girl trying to hide by the doorway apparently not wanting to go inside. Jesse walked passed her to and sat on the other side of the couch the yellow scarf guy was sitting on. She looked towards him. "So, do you know where the f*ck we are?"
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours."
"What? What are you talking about mom?" Jesse slowly opened her eyes to a pitch black room. She finally realized the voice she had just heard wasn't her mothers. She quickly sat up and tried to get out of bed on the right side as always. Her legs quickly hit a wall. Confused she felt the right side of her bed with her hand, yep, that was definitely a wall. She tried the left side and managed to stand up. She tried to adjust her eyes to the dark and managed to see a small white rectangle on the opposite side of the room from her. Deciding it was a light switch she slowly walked over to it. She got to the switch and turned on the lights. She quickly closed her eyes and when she felt the lights would no longer burn she opened them shocked.
To her right there was a wall not like her room, of course the wall was the first thing she would notice, how odd of her. She looked toward her left seeing a window with purple curtains a dark brown dresser and a mirror. She walked over to the mirror and saw she was wearing the ugliest pajamas she owned. "Ewww, why would I wear these when I killed myself?" Noticing what she said she slightly jumped remembering that night. She took her laptop and recorded a suicide video. She wasn't going to write a note, to much work. Besides she would want her last words to be on her favorite thing ever. She remembered exactly what she said on her video. "I'm sorry everyone, I have been a terrible person. Maybe this will help some of you out. Me no longer attending school might make some of your lives better. I know this is what I need to do." Jesse looked towards the dresser and opened it up. She took off her pajamas throwing them on the floor. She put on her underwear and bra and then picked out an outfit that consisted of black skinny jeans, a long sleeve neon green shirt to hide her wrist scars, a tight black bracelet so her sleeve wouldn't accidentally be pushed up to reveal her scars, and black hat with cute cat ears, and knee-high black combat boots.
She looked out the window to see a bunch of ugly rose bushes lined in a maze. "What the f*ck is this place?" She walked towards the door and opened it seeing her room was the last one at the end of a hallway full of other rooms. Feeling adventurous she walked threw the hallway and reached the top of some stairs that looked endless. She couldn't even see the bottom of them. She slowly but surely started her walk down them. At the bottom a small girl was laying on the floor. She looked very confused. Jesse walked past her and into a room with some guy sitting on a couch with an ugly yellow scarf. She saw a girl trying to hide by the doorway apparently not wanting to go inside. Jesse walked passed her to and sat on the other side of the couch the yellow scarf guy was sitting on. She looked towards him. "So, do you know where the f*ck we are?"
"What's the last thing you remember?”
Julian stared into the surrounding darkness blankly. “I... don’t know...”
"Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?"
He screwed up his face in thought, burying his head into his hands. “I was... sick?”
"It's fine if you don't remember right away."
Julian relaxed then. With the pain in his head fading, he looked around, only to see blackness.
"So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?"
He narrowed his eyes. “The only people who get bullied are those who allow the opinions and actions of others to affect them. I don’t get bullied.”
"Any regrets?"
Julian didn’t have to think before answering this one. “No. It’s a waste of time regretting things you can’t change anymore.” He didn’t know why he was explaining his answers, but it seemed like the situation demanded it. But there was this niggling feeling in the back of his mind, suggesting that, perhaps, he did have some regrets. Maybe he had lots of them, in fact.
"Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?"
Julian made no comment.
“Well here's yours."
And with that, the darkness dissolved, its threads scattering before the light that was the new reality. Julian sat up in the bed, frowning. Where was he? After a swift glance about his surroundings, he realized he was in a bedroom of some sort. Julian instinctively knew it was his, and calmed down immediately. But he needed to know what was going on.
He flopped back down onto the comforter. Okay. So he had been sick, but when he took the medicine the doctor had given him, he had gotten worse. A lot worse. A sudden, rocking pain took over his skull, and his hand flew to his forehead. 'Ouch. So no reminiscing, then.' When the sensation subsided, Julian swung his legs over the side of the mattress, realizing that he was, in fact, almost completely naked.
'Because that’s not creepy.' Julian instantly looked towards the closet. There wasn’t any dresser in the room, so that was the place to go. He slid the wooden doors open, greeted with the sight of... all of his old clothes? While a little unnerving, that was good. Julian found the jeans and graphic t-shirts of society’s norm to not only be extremely uncomfortable, but also a little degrading. Without much ceremony, Julian tugged out a pair of loose trousers, a plain white button up shirt, and a plaid vest, throwing the outfit on haphazardly. Julian disliked running around barefoot (oh the woes of people with big feet) so he tugged on some black socks and his favored leather shoes.
That done, Julian eyed the only door leading out from the room. To venture anon or not to venture anon? The guy shrugged, moving to turn the round handle. ’Ah well, I’ve already been abducted, undressed, and who knows what else while I was asleep. Can’t really get much higher on the ‘risk’ scale, can I?’ But wait. Julian froze. He was forgetting something.
Sighed, he wheeled around, giving the room a long, sweeping look. Ah-hah! There they were! Julian walked over to the desk, and grabbed the glasses there, carefully placing them over his eyes. He didn’t know if the bathroom would have contacts or not, and even if it did, Julian didn’t really care all that much about which eye-wear he used for any given day. It just really wasn’t that important to him. What was important, however, was finding out what was going on.
Before long, Julian had made his way downstairs, drawn to living room by some inexplicable force. The first thing he saw was how bright the room was. The sunlight flooded in from multiple windows, giving the tasteful furniture and white walls/carpet an almost heavenly appearance. Blue flecked eyes widened. It was beautiful. Julian could feel his heart lifting...-
But then he saw the other people. Julian’s hopeful expression fell, morphing into a scowl. Humans. His intense dislike for them coiled, snakelike. Julian scorching gaze swept over the one, two , three, four people. He had seen the doors down the hall (and had even heard a slightly worrisome ‘thump’ coming from one of the rooms), but had nevertheless hoped that he was alone in the house. But if the doors were any indication, there were more people than the three in the livingroom (or, the three in the livingroom and the one on the staircase, if he was being technical). There was girl who was even cussing. How distasteful.
As he continued down the stairs, closer to the other person, Julian’s pleasant smile was automatically plastered to his face. Time to play nice. As he came across the first person, who had long red hair, he prepared himself to say some sort of greetings to conform to the social norm. But as he opened his mouth, something about the person he was about to speak to registered.
She was tiny. Two feet shorter than him, at least. The top of her apple-red head only came about halfway up his chest. Julian’s love for small children kicked in, and he instantly crouched down, making them almost eye-level. There was this feeling blooming within him, one that only made an appearance when working with kids. All previous dislike vanished, and the affection he held for the small person sky-rocketed. He smiled again, one that was clearly genuine.
Julian picked up the nearby hat. It seemed like something she would wear, and perhaps that was the reason why she was so distressed. He handed it to her, his larger hand easily engulfing hers. “Is this yours?” He smiled again, unable to keep a straight face. “My name is Julian, how are you?”
Julian stared into the surrounding darkness blankly. “I... don’t know...”
"Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?"
He screwed up his face in thought, burying his head into his hands. “I was... sick?”
"It's fine if you don't remember right away."
Julian relaxed then. With the pain in his head fading, he looked around, only to see blackness.
"So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?"
He narrowed his eyes. “The only people who get bullied are those who allow the opinions and actions of others to affect them. I don’t get bullied.”
"Any regrets?"
Julian didn’t have to think before answering this one. “No. It’s a waste of time regretting things you can’t change anymore.” He didn’t know why he was explaining his answers, but it seemed like the situation demanded it. But there was this niggling feeling in the back of his mind, suggesting that, perhaps, he did have some regrets. Maybe he had lots of them, in fact.
"Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?"
Julian made no comment.
“Well here's yours."
And with that, the darkness dissolved, its threads scattering before the light that was the new reality. Julian sat up in the bed, frowning. Where was he? After a swift glance about his surroundings, he realized he was in a bedroom of some sort. Julian instinctively knew it was his, and calmed down immediately. But he needed to know what was going on.
He flopped back down onto the comforter. Okay. So he had been sick, but when he took the medicine the doctor had given him, he had gotten worse. A lot worse. A sudden, rocking pain took over his skull, and his hand flew to his forehead. 'Ouch. So no reminiscing, then.' When the sensation subsided, Julian swung his legs over the side of the mattress, realizing that he was, in fact, almost completely naked.
'Because that’s not creepy.' Julian instantly looked towards the closet. There wasn’t any dresser in the room, so that was the place to go. He slid the wooden doors open, greeted with the sight of... all of his old clothes? While a little unnerving, that was good. Julian found the jeans and graphic t-shirts of society’s norm to not only be extremely uncomfortable, but also a little degrading. Without much ceremony, Julian tugged out a pair of loose trousers, a plain white button up shirt, and a plaid vest, throwing the outfit on haphazardly. Julian disliked running around barefoot (oh the woes of people with big feet) so he tugged on some black socks and his favored leather shoes.
That done, Julian eyed the only door leading out from the room. To venture anon or not to venture anon? The guy shrugged, moving to turn the round handle. ’Ah well, I’ve already been abducted, undressed, and who knows what else while I was asleep. Can’t really get much higher on the ‘risk’ scale, can I?’ But wait. Julian froze. He was forgetting something.
Sighed, he wheeled around, giving the room a long, sweeping look. Ah-hah! There they were! Julian walked over to the desk, and grabbed the glasses there, carefully placing them over his eyes. He didn’t know if the bathroom would have contacts or not, and even if it did, Julian didn’t really care all that much about which eye-wear he used for any given day. It just really wasn’t that important to him. What was important, however, was finding out what was going on.
Before long, Julian had made his way downstairs, drawn to living room by some inexplicable force. The first thing he saw was how bright the room was. The sunlight flooded in from multiple windows, giving the tasteful furniture and white walls/carpet an almost heavenly appearance. Blue flecked eyes widened. It was beautiful. Julian could feel his heart lifting...-
But then he saw the other people. Julian’s hopeful expression fell, morphing into a scowl. Humans. His intense dislike for them coiled, snakelike. Julian scorching gaze swept over the one, two , three, four people. He had seen the doors down the hall (and had even heard a slightly worrisome ‘thump’ coming from one of the rooms), but had nevertheless hoped that he was alone in the house. But if the doors were any indication, there were more people than the three in the livingroom (or, the three in the livingroom and the one on the staircase, if he was being technical). There was girl who was even cussing. How distasteful.
As he continued down the stairs, closer to the other person, Julian’s pleasant smile was automatically plastered to his face. Time to play nice. As he came across the first person, who had long red hair, he prepared himself to say some sort of greetings to conform to the social norm. But as he opened his mouth, something about the person he was about to speak to registered.
She was tiny. Two feet shorter than him, at least. The top of her apple-red head only came about halfway up his chest. Julian’s love for small children kicked in, and he instantly crouched down, making them almost eye-level. There was this feeling blooming within him, one that only made an appearance when working with kids. All previous dislike vanished, and the affection he held for the small person sky-rocketed. He smiled again, one that was clearly genuine.
Julian picked up the nearby hat. It seemed like something she would wear, and perhaps that was the reason why she was so distressed. He handed it to her, his larger hand easily engulfing hers. “Is this yours?” He smiled again, unable to keep a straight face. “My name is Julian, how are you?”
Bo was still sitting confused and scared when a girl walked past without so much as a hello. Bo curled a little feeling scared and anxious. She knew already everyone was going to be taller then her. And her phobia of tall people kicked right it. She did not want to move from the staircase. She just wanted to stay there and hope anyone who was there would just ignore her. She closed her eye's tightly trying to work up her courage when a voice broke into the silence of her mind. "Is this yours?" Bo's eye's opened in shock and she turned her head up to see someone. She froze in fear for a second until she realized he had made himself eye level with her and she calmed down greatly.
Bo smiled and took the hat placing it on her head. "I-It is... T-T-Thank you..." She hugged her arm's feeling nervous but listened as he said his name. "I-I'm Bo... And... Well I'm not sure how to answer that... I'm scared... I guess... Umm... A-And you?" She could feel her leg's shaking a bit but she was trying to be brave and sociable at the moment. He was the first person to be this kind to her in quite awhile so she wanted to be nice... And show she wasn't anti-social and weird. She hated being called weird... It brought back memories of being alone at lunch and having people laugh at her as she walked away terrified from the cook at school who towered 3 feet higher then her.
Bo smiled and took the hat placing it on her head. "I-It is... T-T-Thank you..." She hugged her arm's feeling nervous but listened as he said his name. "I-I'm Bo... And... Well I'm not sure how to answer that... I'm scared... I guess... Umm... A-And you?" She could feel her leg's shaking a bit but she was trying to be brave and sociable at the moment. He was the first person to be this kind to her in quite awhile so she wanted to be nice... And show she wasn't anti-social and weird. She hated being called weird... It brought back memories of being alone at lunch and having people laugh at her as she walked away terrified from the cook at school who towered 3 feet higher then her.
After more wall punching and no answers, Langdon walked out into the common room where he saw everybody gathering. "What's going on here?" He asked. "What's the purpose of this? Where am I? Somebody better have some answers." The boy was tall, 18 years old and he looked very angry. He had the darker skin of an Italian. He wore jeans, sneakers and a patterned yellow t-shirt that was stained with red around his chest, although he didn't know that. "Who are you people?"
Jesse looks over to the boy who had walked in covered in blood. "Well, i'm Jesse. You also should try on o new shirt. I don't think red suits you." She turned around to face the wall not wanting anymore people around her. She already hated everyone.
"I... wha..." Langdon looked down at his shirt. "Shit. That bastard Poole shot me." He was more confused than anything else. If he was shot, what was he doing here? "What did what voice say? About second chances?"
Cas sighed again as she watched everyone pour into the room with the same questions. Where an I? Who are you? This was something everyone was scared over and suspicious. She yawned. So far waiting in the room was bored and she tied her black hair up to give her hands something to do. While it was up the tip of the ponytail just brushed the base of her neck. She pushed herself up off the chair she'd sat down in and paced with her hands in her back pockets. Surely there couldn't be that many more people to show up.
Deciding to ignore everyone there she just sat back down and leaned back to look at the ceiling. Second chance huh? So far it was pretty shitty.
Deciding to ignore everyone there she just sat back down and leaned back to look at the ceiling. Second chance huh? So far it was pretty shitty.
Miho wakes kicking and flailing in the dark, gasping for every breath she can muster, the fear of death consuming her as she struggles to dislodge the hands of the man who is trying to choke her. Finally she ceases struggling, she ceases fighting against... Nothing! Her eyes open wide, her mouth hangs open, she's not choking, not being assaulted. "Where am I?" she wonders staring into the darkness,
What's the last thing you remember?
"It was...it was someone... someone... I think... Oh, I don't remember for sure." She mutters to herself staring blankly, her hands around her neck.
Car tires screeching on the pavement?
"No. I don't re...mem...ber that..." her thoughts drifting, confused, trying to remember what had just happened. Before she can continue the voice continues.
Fire? Gunshot?
"No." she mutters in a voice barely audible even to her. "I was... OMG!" she screeches, "I was being choked."
It's fine if you don't remember. But you will.
"What?" she asks nervously, realizing for the first time that she can hear a voice. But, she doesn't think anyone else is in the room. The voice feels more like it's in her head. "Am I going crazy?" she wonders.
Before she can continue her thoughts the voice returns. Tell me, were you bullied? Maybe you were the bully."
"Bullied or bully? I... I guess I was bullied." she nods now certain of that. "You see, I was..." she starts to explain when the voice interrupts.
Regrets? Oh yeah, everyone regrets it.
Miho sits still, her hand massaging her throat while balancing her body with the other, "Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do. I regret I was always the weak girl instead of being stronger." she whispers.
Listen here. Apparently everyone deserves a second chance. Yeah, even you.
"Who are you?" she blurts out looking around the room. "Where are you?" She calls taking stock of the darkness, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from, if it's safe to get off the the bed she's sitting on.
Then the lights come on. Miho covers her eyes as her pupils contract trying to protect themselves from the painful light that is washing into them. When they finally adjust, she takes stock of the room she's in and more importantly, trying to find the person attached to that voice. Miho has never seen a room this grand before. The room is huge, with a large oak dresser, a beautiful mirror, lovely works of art that she has only ever seen in books. The bed she is sitting on appears to be very old, it's large canopy overhead with beautiful curtains hanging down, drawn open by gold spun ropes that give her a view of the dazzling room. The sheets are soft and sheer, the pillows fluffy and seemingly brand new and a white stuffed bear laying on the pillows, reclining against the headboard as if this is his room. She picks up the bear and stares at him, she squeezes the bear trying to find a microphone or something where the voice could have come from, but finds nothing. "You're cute." she says bouncing the bear. "Do you know where that voice came from?" she smiles at it. "Didn't think so. Oh, God! I'm talking to a stuffed animal. I knew I was going crazy." she laughs. "I'll call youuuuu... Gom-sa." she says laughing again. "You are cute." she says hugging her.
At the other end of the room, across from the bed is a large picture window. Miho slowly slides off the bed and, hugging the bear to her chest, walks over to the grand looking window. "Wahhhhh!" she gasps as she gazes at the large garden outside. The trees, the bushes, the lawn, everything is so beautiful and so well cared for. When she looks left and right she realizes just how big this house and estate must be. "Amazing!" she gasps, "This must belong to someone very rich." she decides, showing the outside to the bear as if it could really see, "It's beautiful. Don't you agree Gomsa?"
Miho looks down at her body and stares. noticing that she's wearing her full school uniform. She stands puzzling; she remembers...she thinks she remembers taking off the tie and her skirt, that she was unbuttoning shirt, "Maybe it was a dream?" she wonders aloud. "Or maybe who ever owns this house saved me?"
Miho returns toward the bed and sets Gomsa down on the bed against the pillows, "You should probably stay here. I'm gonna go check and see what's in the house." As Miho gets to the door she chuckles briefly, "I am crazy!" she shakes her head, "Talking to a stuffed animal.
Miho opens the door and slowly slides into the hall. She looks both ways and sees no one, "Hello!" she calls out softly. "Hello." Receiving no reply, she walks her way toward the stairs, her socks softly padding on the floor beneath. "This place is so huge." she whispers. When she reaches the stairs she stops and gazes in awe at the beautiful craftsmanship of the center area of the estate. The fine etching, the beautifully painted walls, the gorgeous paintings that hang on them, everything seems so carefully designed she could stand and gawk at the foyer all day. "If only I had a camera or a sketch pad." she muses.
Miho reluctantly returns to the issue at hand, finding the owner. "Hello?" she calls out a little more loudly than before. She waits briefly for an answer, receiving none, she heads downstairs. She slows briefly a time or two to marvel at the artwork on the walls and to stare at the fine sculptures and woodwork this place has. When she reaches the bottom she thinks she hears something, voices maybe. She stops and listens again, it's voices, "Oh, thank God!" she exhales. Normally the thought of meeting new people would intimidate her, but she is now sure she nearly died the other night, that someone was choking her. So, whoever lives here must have saved her and dressed her back in her uniform and laid her on the bed. "He or she must be a good person." she concludes.
As she gets closer top the room, she slows, there are several voices coming from inside the room and they don't sound friendly;
"Who are you people?"
"Well, i'm Jesse. You also should try on o new shirt. I don't think red suits you."
Miho stops, nervously debating whether to continue, "If they're having a family fight, I don't want to intrude. They might yell at me." she worries. "But, I'm already this far. They have to know I'm here. I mean, someone brought me here. It'll be okay." she tells herself, trying to get the courage to continue. Taking a deep-breath she continues walking, as she reaches the corner of the entrance she checks herself; She fixes the white shirt of her sailor top, pulls the wrinkles and adjusts the pleats of her navy blue skirt, pulls up her navy socks just above her knees and straightens her red tie. "Perfect." she mutters, "Or as perfect as I'm gonna get."
"Here we go." she sighs. Miho steps into the room, bows, then rises and waves with both hands, "Hi. I'm Miho Haragawi. I want to thank whoever saved me." She stops abruptly, looking around the room at the group assembled; not only do they not look like a happy family, they don't look like a family at all. A chill runs up her spine, "This was a mistake." she says to herself, her smile still planted on her face.
What's the last thing you remember?
"It was...it was someone... someone... I think... Oh, I don't remember for sure." She mutters to herself staring blankly, her hands around her neck.
Car tires screeching on the pavement?
"No. I don't re...mem...ber that..." her thoughts drifting, confused, trying to remember what had just happened. Before she can continue the voice continues.
Fire? Gunshot?
"No." she mutters in a voice barely audible even to her. "I was... OMG!" she screeches, "I was being choked."
It's fine if you don't remember. But you will.
"What?" she asks nervously, realizing for the first time that she can hear a voice. But, she doesn't think anyone else is in the room. The voice feels more like it's in her head. "Am I going crazy?" she wonders.
Before she can continue her thoughts the voice returns. Tell me, were you bullied? Maybe you were the bully."
"Bullied or bully? I... I guess I was bullied." she nods now certain of that. "You see, I was..." she starts to explain when the voice interrupts.
Regrets? Oh yeah, everyone regrets it.
Miho sits still, her hand massaging her throat while balancing her body with the other, "Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do. I regret I was always the weak girl instead of being stronger." she whispers.
Listen here. Apparently everyone deserves a second chance. Yeah, even you.
"Who are you?" she blurts out looking around the room. "Where are you?" She calls taking stock of the darkness, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from, if it's safe to get off the the bed she's sitting on.
Then the lights come on. Miho covers her eyes as her pupils contract trying to protect themselves from the painful light that is washing into them. When they finally adjust, she takes stock of the room she's in and more importantly, trying to find the person attached to that voice. Miho has never seen a room this grand before. The room is huge, with a large oak dresser, a beautiful mirror, lovely works of art that she has only ever seen in books. The bed she is sitting on appears to be very old, it's large canopy overhead with beautiful curtains hanging down, drawn open by gold spun ropes that give her a view of the dazzling room. The sheets are soft and sheer, the pillows fluffy and seemingly brand new and a white stuffed bear laying on the pillows, reclining against the headboard as if this is his room. She picks up the bear and stares at him, she squeezes the bear trying to find a microphone or something where the voice could have come from, but finds nothing. "You're cute." she says bouncing the bear. "Do you know where that voice came from?" she smiles at it. "Didn't think so. Oh, God! I'm talking to a stuffed animal. I knew I was going crazy." she laughs. "I'll call youuuuu... Gom-sa." she says laughing again. "You are cute." she says hugging her.
At the other end of the room, across from the bed is a large picture window. Miho slowly slides off the bed and, hugging the bear to her chest, walks over to the grand looking window. "Wahhhhh!" she gasps as she gazes at the large garden outside. The trees, the bushes, the lawn, everything is so beautiful and so well cared for. When she looks left and right she realizes just how big this house and estate must be. "Amazing!" she gasps, "This must belong to someone very rich." she decides, showing the outside to the bear as if it could really see, "It's beautiful. Don't you agree Gomsa?"
Miho looks down at her body and stares. noticing that she's wearing her full school uniform. She stands puzzling; she remembers...she thinks she remembers taking off the tie and her skirt, that she was unbuttoning shirt, "Maybe it was a dream?" she wonders aloud. "Or maybe who ever owns this house saved me?"
Miho returns toward the bed and sets Gomsa down on the bed against the pillows, "You should probably stay here. I'm gonna go check and see what's in the house." As Miho gets to the door she chuckles briefly, "I am crazy!" she shakes her head, "Talking to a stuffed animal.
Miho opens the door and slowly slides into the hall. She looks both ways and sees no one, "Hello!" she calls out softly. "Hello." Receiving no reply, she walks her way toward the stairs, her socks softly padding on the floor beneath. "This place is so huge." she whispers. When she reaches the stairs she stops and gazes in awe at the beautiful craftsmanship of the center area of the estate. The fine etching, the beautifully painted walls, the gorgeous paintings that hang on them, everything seems so carefully designed she could stand and gawk at the foyer all day. "If only I had a camera or a sketch pad." she muses.
Miho reluctantly returns to the issue at hand, finding the owner. "Hello?" she calls out a little more loudly than before. She waits briefly for an answer, receiving none, she heads downstairs. She slows briefly a time or two to marvel at the artwork on the walls and to stare at the fine sculptures and woodwork this place has. When she reaches the bottom she thinks she hears something, voices maybe. She stops and listens again, it's voices, "Oh, thank God!" she exhales. Normally the thought of meeting new people would intimidate her, but she is now sure she nearly died the other night, that someone was choking her. So, whoever lives here must have saved her and dressed her back in her uniform and laid her on the bed. "He or she must be a good person." she concludes.
As she gets closer top the room, she slows, there are several voices coming from inside the room and they don't sound friendly;
"Who are you people?"
"Well, i'm Jesse. You also should try on o new shirt. I don't think red suits you."
Miho stops, nervously debating whether to continue, "If they're having a family fight, I don't want to intrude. They might yell at me." she worries. "But, I'm already this far. They have to know I'm here. I mean, someone brought me here. It'll be okay." she tells herself, trying to get the courage to continue. Taking a deep-breath she continues walking, as she reaches the corner of the entrance she checks herself; She fixes the white shirt of her sailor top, pulls the wrinkles and adjusts the pleats of her navy blue skirt, pulls up her navy socks just above her knees and straightens her red tie. "Perfect." she mutters, "Or as perfect as I'm gonna get."
"Here we go." she sighs. Miho steps into the room, bows, then rises and waves with both hands, "Hi. I'm Miho Haragawi. I want to thank whoever saved me." She stops abruptly, looking around the room at the group assembled; not only do they not look like a happy family, they don't look like a family at all. A chill runs up her spine, "This was a mistake." she says to herself, her smile still planted on her face.
Thomas was unable to respond. Outside stimuli seemed to have no effect. All noises meshed into one noise, every single part becoming of equal volume to other parts. Or so his mind made it. He couldn't concentrate. There was too much noise. He eventually opened them to find a girl sitting across from him. He simply stared, and remained silent. The room was now filled with people. Thomas didn't particularly dislike people, but had a general aversion to them. He would much rather do other things, unless the other person was interesting enough. So far, no one was that interesting to Simon. He tried to see the light in someone's eyes before, and it was lost to him. He doubted he had any either.
"So, do you know where the f*ck we are?"
The girl across from him began to address someone else after a short while of Thomas sitting there without response. A loud, tall person covered in blood. Judging by the appearance of blood on his shirt and Thomas' own scarring, he assumed that this person may have simply looked like this in death. He didn't know if people were taken here in the form they were in at the time of their death, but healed. Thomas did not have any blood on him, despite being shot a lot. Whatever the case, he decided to reserve judgement. It was not needed. More information was needed, and the differences might be trivial all along. In the instant he thought this, the same girl had moved to face the wall. Woops. There went another chance to socialize. Welp, maybe there would be many more. It seems even more people were here, including a lop-sided girl in the hallway. Of the noise that bothered Thomas, half of it might have had to do with her, if she fell. Well, whatever the case, someone was tending to her. Hopefully she would be fine. Thomas stopped and watched, motionless except for his eyes and head. He watched everyone. The people who entered all appeared to be around his age, and some seemed to be a problematic bunch. Of course, he knew nothing about any of them, so they all seemed suspicious. He heard, from earlier, somewhere, people yelling sentences and questions after pauses. He counted the pauses and tried to remember the few sentences he could understand. It seemed that it was possible they were yelling responses to the same things Thomas had heard before, given where the noise seemed to come from. Maybe they were here under similar circumstances. Unfortunately, he was too spaced out to at the time to remember. He might as well have been dead at the time. Or almost dead. It didn't matter. Then he heard a girl's voice. He couldn't make out everything, or anything at all. She seemed to be in the living areas, like what he himself woke up in. He sat, deciding to be a bystander. He kept his thoughts to himself. Besides, they would probably figure it out, eventually. Until then, he observed without moving anything but his head and eyes. . .The deafening crowd was disgusting. He wanted to leave, but decided against it. Learning was dangerous, after all. It required being in situations one does not necessarily want to be in.
"So, do you know where the f*ck we are?"
The girl across from him began to address someone else after a short while of Thomas sitting there without response. A loud, tall person covered in blood. Judging by the appearance of blood on his shirt and Thomas' own scarring, he assumed that this person may have simply looked like this in death. He didn't know if people were taken here in the form they were in at the time of their death, but healed. Thomas did not have any blood on him, despite being shot a lot. Whatever the case, he decided to reserve judgement. It was not needed. More information was needed, and the differences might be trivial all along. In the instant he thought this, the same girl had moved to face the wall. Woops. There went another chance to socialize. Welp, maybe there would be many more. It seems even more people were here, including a lop-sided girl in the hallway. Of the noise that bothered Thomas, half of it might have had to do with her, if she fell. Well, whatever the case, someone was tending to her. Hopefully she would be fine. Thomas stopped and watched, motionless except for his eyes and head. He watched everyone. The people who entered all appeared to be around his age, and some seemed to be a problematic bunch. Of course, he knew nothing about any of them, so they all seemed suspicious. He heard, from earlier, somewhere, people yelling sentences and questions after pauses. He counted the pauses and tried to remember the few sentences he could understand. It seemed that it was possible they were yelling responses to the same things Thomas had heard before, given where the noise seemed to come from. Maybe they were here under similar circumstances. Unfortunately, he was too spaced out to at the time to remember. He might as well have been dead at the time. Or almost dead. It didn't matter. Then he heard a girl's voice. He couldn't make out everything, or anything at all. She seemed to be in the living areas, like what he himself woke up in. He sat, deciding to be a bystander. He kept his thoughts to himself. Besides, they would probably figure it out, eventually. Until then, he observed without moving anything but his head and eyes. . .The deafening crowd was disgusting. He wanted to leave, but decided against it. Learning was dangerous, after all. It required being in situations one does not necessarily want to be in.
Svalin stayed hiding under her bed, not caring she heard other people too. She was even on the verge of tears that scared she was, and yet there seemed no way to leave this place. She grabbed the pillow and the blanket and hugged the blanket around her and made a hood as to hide herself and held the pillow close to her chest, terrified of all these people. She swallowed and crawled from underneath the bed. Svalin looked around the room and swallowed, then made her way to the door and slowly opened it.
The voices became louder. She swallowed, shaking of fear for other people she did not know in this place and situation she was completely unknown to. She looked around and slowly made her way down to where the voices came from, and found more people, around the same age as her maybe, that seemed just as confused as she was. She held the blanket closer and pulled the hood further over her head to hide her face. Svalin was scared, so she quickly hide again out of the room and in the hallway. She hugged the pillow closer.
The voices became louder. She swallowed, shaking of fear for other people she did not know in this place and situation she was completely unknown to. She looked around and slowly made her way down to where the voices came from, and found more people, around the same age as her maybe, that seemed just as confused as she was. She held the blanket closer and pulled the hood further over her head to hide her face. Svalin was scared, so she quickly hide again out of the room and in the hallway. She hugged the pillow closer.
After about ten more minutes of being bored Cas decided that she might as well find out who everyone was. This is gonna suck... she thought with a groan. She stood up and looked around the room at everyone before rolling her eyes. Might as well say [i]something[/]... someone was bound to reply.
"Well...." She rubbed the back of her neck and looked at everyone in turn again. Such a variety of people. "I'm Cas and I don't know what the hell we are doing here...but I sure as hell remembering dying. So ... anyone else or am I the crazy one in this starburst packet bunch?" She crossed her arms over her front and waited.
It was then that she noticed someone wrapped in a sheet and standing in the doorway looking terrified. She felt her heart twist just a little and waved smiled a little bit at the person, hoping that maybe they wouldn't be so scared. She stopped her thoughts in surprise. Since when did she care about people at all? She went back to examining the other people in the room.
"Well...." She rubbed the back of her neck and looked at everyone in turn again. Such a variety of people. "I'm Cas and I don't know what the hell we are doing here...but I sure as hell remembering dying. So ... anyone else or am I the crazy one in this starburst packet bunch?" She crossed her arms over her front and waited.
It was then that she noticed someone wrapped in a sheet and standing in the doorway looking terrified. She felt her heart twist just a little and waved smiled a little bit at the person, hoping that maybe they wouldn't be so scared. She stopped her thoughts in surprise. Since when did she care about people at all? She went back to examining the other people in the room.
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Alex sat in the room for a bit longer, staring at the blood that seemed to cover him. Still in a state of shock, he rose on shaky legs, going to the other door in the room and opening it to find a bathroom, complete with a bath and shower. The water jumped on, he stripped. Red slid down the drain, the blood on his body seemed to be endless, enough to fill a person. Was this his blood? Was it theirs? Who could "theirs" be?
Shutting the hot water off, he stood in the frigid waterfall for five..ten minutes. He lost track of time. But eventually he turned the cold off too and emerged from the shower. Barely drying, he slipped on only a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey and white checkered belt, considering he had no ass and needed it. Half-heartedly drying, his hair and chest still shone of water when he emerged from the room.
Walking down the long hallway seemed to snap Alex out of his trance and he began thinking again. Where was he? What would he find at the end of this hall? He seemed to ass many doors on his way down, and it looked as if the hall led to a room at the end. Once he actually reached the end, he was sure of it. Leaning his back against the wall, his eyes left the ground to survey everyone around him. What an odd bunch, he thought, then again, what might they think to a half-naked guy walking into their little "get-together". He stayed silent as he watched, having nothing to say.
What's the last thing you remember?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours.
Wake up!
Light, it came unexpected to Vane as his eyes slowly opened. "So the trap of life is hard to escape after all.." Taking a few moments to even sit up, he slowly looked around the room. This was definitely not the hospital, as the surroundings were far too comforting. There were two bookshelves, one consisting of readable material, and the other seemed to hold various pendants as if on display. So even without getting up and looking into the wardrobe, he could tell the room was personalized for him. Greeting the pillow once more as he fell back, he chose to simply stare at the ceiling. Life had taken a cruel turn allowing him to live, and even more so, to be greeted with things of his taste.
To think, a car had managed to kill an entire family by such a simple impact. Yet, a twelve floor drop couldn't do the trick to end one boy's life. He could still remember the wind that rushed all around him. The peace of mind just before death, believing that it would set everything right. Not once did he regret making the choice to drop, so why was it that life forced him to live. Surely, if he was allowed to continue is was simply so he could be a tool. After all, everyone looks for a chance to gain money or power correct? So whoever had kept him within the cruel confines of the world was probably after his parents money. Was that it? Those with money are granted a long, painful, and lonesome life?
Finally allowing himself to get out of the bed, taking a few gentle steps before continuing across the room to the pendants. A coma, that is how he would explain it to himself. It would make sense to wake up in an unfamiliar area, yet a place decorated with his own personal things. Treatments must have been difficult to keep the muscles properly in his legs for the time. The fact that no machines sat beside his bed was the only thing missing from his theory. It would have to mean someone came in the room personally everyday to give him nutrients and other daily needs while he was asleep. His hands delicately ran over each of the pendants, there were some he knew, and others that seemed new. His collection apparently grew in the time of his absence. To think, the family that died must have collected a material item like this, but they will never get to see it expand.
Leaving the small display behind, he walked towards the far wall opposite of the door. The wardrobe, now opened even contained some of his clothes, as to be expected. Of course he was almost completely naked. It would be bothersome to cloth and undress an unconscious body everyday. "I wonder how long it has been.." His voice was muttered, knowing it was useless to ask the empty air, but wanting his voice to reach out. That's right, if he approached this calmly and logically, it was simply the curse of life. By the room, he could tell that it was well funded, meaning his family probably had something to do with this. He had to be in some location that was meant for higher society citizens.
Black slacks, a black t-shirt, and a deep blue corduroy tailored jacket. That is what Vane chose to put on, as it would be proper to dress at least half decently. He would not deserve any welcomes, or any cries of joy that may erupt from his family in greeting as he desired the death he attempted. However, what right did he have to shallow his greed on the only two in the world that even pretended to want him around.
Opening the door to the room, he looked out. No staff could be seen walking the halls, but distant voices could be heard. Turning back to the display bookshelf, he retrieved a small tribal pendant, hanging it on the outside door handle. This would make his room easier to find amongst the ones in this hall as he went in search of the voices. However, thinking about voices he had to wonder whose it was that spoke to him in his sleep. They sounded unfamiliar, like a complete stranger to him. Could it have possibly been the staff member that is taking care of him?
When he stood at the top of the stairs, the voices came much clearer. "....I don't know what the hell we are doing here...but I sure as hell remembering dying. So ... anyone else or am I.." The voice came from a room down below, a few words seemed to escape him as he could barely hear. His eyes fell on the pair at the bottom of the stairs, a taller guy with a rather short girl. The words had to register through his mind multiple times. That voice came from another room, meaning more had to be in there. It was probably the first of the bunch to break out based on the question asked, but the question itself was defying logic. The chances of one or two people waking from a coma within the same hour is a possibility. But the chances of four or more? The way that it was asked even, no one in that room could be an adult, let alone a staff member. That, or not only high class members of society come through here.
Then again, the guy at the bottom of the stairs, his clothing style was rather unique. 'What is this?', his thoughts echoed in his mind. Nevertheless, he chose to turn around and go back down the hall. He was afraid to confront anyone, afraid of them pushing away despite his now confused state. He had it together, this was a safe place, his family had to of put him here. But if members of mixed societies are here, and there is no coordination in what is happening. Not to mention, the one he heard mentioned dying. 'Purgatory? Is that what this is?' Leaning against the wall by his door, he sat. 'What the hell is this!?'
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours.
Wake up!
Light, it came unexpected to Vane as his eyes slowly opened. "So the trap of life is hard to escape after all.." Taking a few moments to even sit up, he slowly looked around the room. This was definitely not the hospital, as the surroundings were far too comforting. There were two bookshelves, one consisting of readable material, and the other seemed to hold various pendants as if on display. So even without getting up and looking into the wardrobe, he could tell the room was personalized for him. Greeting the pillow once more as he fell back, he chose to simply stare at the ceiling. Life had taken a cruel turn allowing him to live, and even more so, to be greeted with things of his taste.
To think, a car had managed to kill an entire family by such a simple impact. Yet, a twelve floor drop couldn't do the trick to end one boy's life. He could still remember the wind that rushed all around him. The peace of mind just before death, believing that it would set everything right. Not once did he regret making the choice to drop, so why was it that life forced him to live. Surely, if he was allowed to continue is was simply so he could be a tool. After all, everyone looks for a chance to gain money or power correct? So whoever had kept him within the cruel confines of the world was probably after his parents money. Was that it? Those with money are granted a long, painful, and lonesome life?
Finally allowing himself to get out of the bed, taking a few gentle steps before continuing across the room to the pendants. A coma, that is how he would explain it to himself. It would make sense to wake up in an unfamiliar area, yet a place decorated with his own personal things. Treatments must have been difficult to keep the muscles properly in his legs for the time. The fact that no machines sat beside his bed was the only thing missing from his theory. It would have to mean someone came in the room personally everyday to give him nutrients and other daily needs while he was asleep. His hands delicately ran over each of the pendants, there were some he knew, and others that seemed new. His collection apparently grew in the time of his absence. To think, the family that died must have collected a material item like this, but they will never get to see it expand.
Leaving the small display behind, he walked towards the far wall opposite of the door. The wardrobe, now opened even contained some of his clothes, as to be expected. Of course he was almost completely naked. It would be bothersome to cloth and undress an unconscious body everyday. "I wonder how long it has been.." His voice was muttered, knowing it was useless to ask the empty air, but wanting his voice to reach out. That's right, if he approached this calmly and logically, it was simply the curse of life. By the room, he could tell that it was well funded, meaning his family probably had something to do with this. He had to be in some location that was meant for higher society citizens.
Black slacks, a black t-shirt, and a deep blue corduroy tailored jacket. That is what Vane chose to put on, as it would be proper to dress at least half decently. He would not deserve any welcomes, or any cries of joy that may erupt from his family in greeting as he desired the death he attempted. However, what right did he have to shallow his greed on the only two in the world that even pretended to want him around.
Opening the door to the room, he looked out. No staff could be seen walking the halls, but distant voices could be heard. Turning back to the display bookshelf, he retrieved a small tribal pendant, hanging it on the outside door handle. This would make his room easier to find amongst the ones in this hall as he went in search of the voices. However, thinking about voices he had to wonder whose it was that spoke to him in his sleep. They sounded unfamiliar, like a complete stranger to him. Could it have possibly been the staff member that is taking care of him?
When he stood at the top of the stairs, the voices came much clearer. "....I don't know what the hell we are doing here...but I sure as hell remembering dying. So ... anyone else or am I.." The voice came from a room down below, a few words seemed to escape him as he could barely hear. His eyes fell on the pair at the bottom of the stairs, a taller guy with a rather short girl. The words had to register through his mind multiple times. That voice came from another room, meaning more had to be in there. It was probably the first of the bunch to break out based on the question asked, but the question itself was defying logic. The chances of one or two people waking from a coma within the same hour is a possibility. But the chances of four or more? The way that it was asked even, no one in that room could be an adult, let alone a staff member. That, or not only high class members of society come through here.
Then again, the guy at the bottom of the stairs, his clothing style was rather unique. 'What is this?', his thoughts echoed in his mind. Nevertheless, he chose to turn around and go back down the hall. He was afraid to confront anyone, afraid of them pushing away despite his now confused state. He had it together, this was a safe place, his family had to of put him here. But if members of mixed societies are here, and there is no coordination in what is happening. Not to mention, the one he heard mentioned dying. 'Purgatory? Is that what this is?' Leaning against the wall by his door, he sat. 'What the hell is this!?'
"I-I'm Bo... And... Well I'm not sure how to answer that... I'm scared... I guess... Umm... A-And you?"
Bo, huh? A short name for a short girl. But it wasn’t any secret she was scared, it was, in all honesty, glaringly obvious. Julian was about to answer, but then the other people started to show up.
The bloodstained Italian was loud and annoying. He wanted answers? What made him think that the gathering of confused people had any?
That dark haired girl who had been previously cursing decided to butt her head into other’s affairs. Julian’s smile dropped a fraction when he heard her point out that which what was perfectly clear to everyone else. Ah. Those who pointed out the obvious never failed to grate on his nerves.
The Japanese girl was an idiot. Not much else to say about that.
Then there were a few others who had not deigned to speak yet, but that didn’t stop Julian from imposing his judgments upon them. He scanned the room, noticing a few more interesting people hovering about the edges of the living space. The most notable of which being a shirtless guy, and a girl hiding in her comforter.
The guy? Ew. What drove him to wander about half-naked in a stranger’s home? He was the kind of idiot who would inevitably get themselves date-raped, sad (not really) but true.
And the girl? Well, Julian really couldn’t blame her. Blankets were sometimes just too comfortable to resist.
Julian’s smile had completely vanished at this point. Mmhm. And the humans never fail to live up to their reputation. Though then again, this batch seemed to be particularly revolting.
But he had to deal, like always, and returned his attention back to the small red-haired maiden. “Scared? Well, I suppose you have good reason to be. We are, after all, in some stranger’s home filled with unfamiliar and potentially dangerous people. And since you are physically weak and practically unable to defend yourself, you, out of all of us, have the most reason to be frightened.”
Bo, huh? A short name for a short girl. But it wasn’t any secret she was scared, it was, in all honesty, glaringly obvious. Julian was about to answer, but then the other people started to show up.
The bloodstained Italian was loud and annoying. He wanted answers? What made him think that the gathering of confused people had any?
That dark haired girl who had been previously cursing decided to butt her head into other’s affairs. Julian’s smile dropped a fraction when he heard her point out that which what was perfectly clear to everyone else. Ah. Those who pointed out the obvious never failed to grate on his nerves.
The Japanese girl was an idiot. Not much else to say about that.
Then there were a few others who had not deigned to speak yet, but that didn’t stop Julian from imposing his judgments upon them. He scanned the room, noticing a few more interesting people hovering about the edges of the living space. The most notable of which being a shirtless guy, and a girl hiding in her comforter.
The guy? Ew. What drove him to wander about half-naked in a stranger’s home? He was the kind of idiot who would inevitably get themselves date-raped, sad (not really) but true.
And the girl? Well, Julian really couldn’t blame her. Blankets were sometimes just too comfortable to resist.
Julian’s smile had completely vanished at this point. Mmhm. And the humans never fail to live up to their reputation. Though then again, this batch seemed to be particularly revolting.
But he had to deal, like always, and returned his attention back to the small red-haired maiden. “Scared? Well, I suppose you have good reason to be. We are, after all, in some stranger’s home filled with unfamiliar and potentially dangerous people. And since you are physically weak and practically unable to defend yourself, you, out of all of us, have the most reason to be frightened.”
Bo was even more scared when people began yelling swearing and yelling some more she cringed. "I hate... w-when people are so rude... s-so loud." She pulled her hat lower and kept her gaze away. "I-I'm not scared... C-Cause I-I'm weak... I-I just h-have a p-phobia of t-tall people... Please... Don't judge me f-for it like most people do..." She bravely lifted her head to gaze up at the tall stranger. Her bright blue eye scanned his face. She could tell he was an interesting fellow already by his eyes... But she could also tell he wasn't like her... He was somebody that could hurt people... and would hurt them... and had. But she had just asked him not to judge her... So she would not judge him on mere theories. She would try and get to know him... People could always surprise you if you did.
Bo lowered her gave once more before her phobia kicked in and made her have a total panic attack. She listened as people began to question there location and why. Bo wanted to answer. Really she did. But she feared that it would draw attention to herself. Finally working up her courage she managed to speak up... Sorta. "M-Misses Cas... Your not... Crazy... I jumped in f-front of a car... To save a little boy... I-I Should be dead... But like you... I'm here...But for the record... I-It's nice to meet you... I-I guess...Ummm...Given... The c-circumstances" She closed her eye's keeping her head lowered so people would not see her face. Had they heard her? Would it even matter if they did? Probably not. Being small had the advantage that around new people she could easily disappear... But around people who new her and bullied her... No such luck.
Bo lowered her gave once more before her phobia kicked in and made her have a total panic attack. She listened as people began to question there location and why. Bo wanted to answer. Really she did. But she feared that it would draw attention to herself. Finally working up her courage she managed to speak up... Sorta. "M-Misses Cas... Your not... Crazy... I jumped in f-front of a car... To save a little boy... I-I Should be dead... But like you... I'm here...But for the record... I-It's nice to meet you... I-I guess...Ummm...Given... The c-circumstances" She closed her eye's keeping her head lowered so people would not see her face. Had they heard her? Would it even matter if they did? Probably not. Being small had the advantage that around new people she could easily disappear... But around people who new her and bullied her... No such luck.
"Really? Not anyone knows why we're here?" Langdon asked, annoyed. He rubbed his eyes in confusion and felt his chest again. The pain was fading, fast. He lifted up his shirt (revealing a fairly muscled body) so he could see the gun-wound. His shirt cracked as the dried blood was moved. As Langdon suspected, there was nothing... no bullet wound, no scar, nothing. "This must be a dream," He muttered. "I'm in the hospital, or dead or something. What else could it be..." Langdon sighed and stuffed his shirt back down. "Has anyone tried going outside?"
Jesse looked over at the annoying red-head who constantly stuttered. She gave her a death glare but no one seemed to notice, Jesse didn't care. She was sick of all of these annoying people, and what was with the half naked guy? Geez, was he trying to gross everyone out? Jesse sighed quietly so no one would hear her and she quickly ran past everyone starting to get anxiety, she ran up the stairs and into the last door in the hallway. She didn't care if anyone thought she was stupid she just couldn't be near people anymore.
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The small redhead seemed terrified, Cas didn't bother to listen to why. She just wanted answers so that she could leave this stupid place, her sister needed her to look after her...
"Hm." was her response to the little girl introducing herself. From the sounds of it, people were coming here after dying? No that wasn't possible. They were all very much alive. Perhaps someone got to them all in time to save them.... but then, why these people? Why not potential future genuises or cancer curers? Why this bunch, who looked like half of them had murdered a string of people and most likely have? Why? She groaned in annoyance and flopped back into a random chair just in time to see a girl run out of the room. Ok then...
"Hm." was her response to the little girl introducing herself. From the sounds of it, people were coming here after dying? No that wasn't possible. They were all very much alive. Perhaps someone got to them all in time to save them.... but then, why these people? Why not potential future genuises or cancer curers? Why this bunch, who looked like half of them had murdered a string of people and most likely have? Why? She groaned in annoyance and flopped back into a random chair just in time to see a girl run out of the room. Ok then...
Svalin shivered in the blankets and closed her eyes. Why had she left the room, the room where she did felt a little comfortable. Now she was here, with people she did not know, in a room she did not know, in a situation she did not know, and it scared her completely. She pressed the pillow tighter against her, as tight as the young girl could, shivering of fear and not daring to move. She stayed in the corner with her blankets, and nothing was going to change that, nothing at all. Svalin did not even know where she was and why she was here, and she wasn't keen on finding out either. She just wanted to leave, to go home.
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1, 2, 3by CookieCupcake on Sun Dec 30, 2012 2:03 am
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I know I vanished again, but things came up. Mainly, Speech and Debate, and studying for Anatomy. Both require extensive memorization, and that is not my strong suit, I think, so I spent some time on it. I'm really sorry for leaving, especially in the middle of a conversation my charater was having. If you could all forgive me, I posted, and hope to continue this roleplay. If it died, I apologize for that, since I'm sure I'm the one who killed it.
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Hmmm, it seems the OOC is getting silent. Anyways, sorry for being slow on responses, my sleeping schedule is completely sporadic.
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Oh gosh did they really? I'm sorry I'll go edit my post ^^; Eeeeh I feel bad now lol.
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Fix it? That would depend, what exactly have the issues been o.o? If it is the incapability of changing pages, and the display being 'squished' then I have yet to solve that problem myself. Though it doesn't seem to be affecting anyone else.
As for a short summary on what has happened since you have been gone. (At least I think...)
Thomas(Shiki29) Has managed to create a short outline of the maze from the roof of the building. Though, since the maze reached out of sight he could only get so far in it. Proceeding outside he awaited for others to show up before entering the maze.
Jesse(Tessla) and Miho(MKIYOGAWA) was the first to meet up with Thomas (If I remember correctly. And would soon start offering up ideas as to how to complete the maze (after the majority of the group gathered)
Soon enough Svalin(tornadofan2), still wearing a blanket, and Cas(TheUnnamedOne) arrived around Thomas's position and readied to enter the maze. (If I remember correctly)
Then Bo(CookieCupcake and Vane( Kravos) made way to the maze, however just before entering it turned around to join with the group.
With slight hesitation from Thomas, due to him not wanting to be a leader role, he started walking for the maze. Vane was the first to catch up to him, followed by Bo as they entered the maze.
Meanwhile, Cas asked Svalin to remove her blanket, with a few issues it ended up with both of them running back towards the house where Svalin would finally drop the blanket. Led back outside, they await to see who will enter the maze first. (Though I thought Vane, Thomas, and Bo all already entered so i am rather confused myself. )
As for a short summary on what has happened since you have been gone. (At least I think...)
Thomas(Shiki29) Has managed to create a short outline of the maze from the roof of the building. Though, since the maze reached out of sight he could only get so far in it. Proceeding outside he awaited for others to show up before entering the maze.
Jesse(Tessla) and Miho(MKIYOGAWA) was the first to meet up with Thomas (If I remember correctly. And would soon start offering up ideas as to how to complete the maze (after the majority of the group gathered)
Soon enough Svalin(tornadofan2), still wearing a blanket, and Cas(TheUnnamedOne) arrived around Thomas's position and readied to enter the maze. (If I remember correctly)
Then Bo(CookieCupcake and Vane( Kravos) made way to the maze, however just before entering it turned around to join with the group.
With slight hesitation from Thomas, due to him not wanting to be a leader role, he started walking for the maze. Vane was the first to catch up to him, followed by Bo as they entered the maze.
Meanwhile, Cas asked Svalin to remove her blanket, with a few issues it ended up with both of them running back towards the house where Svalin would finally drop the blanket. Led back outside, they await to see who will enter the maze first. (Though I thought Vane, Thomas, and Bo all already entered so i am rather confused myself. )
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GUYS! I'm so sorry for being invisible, but I've been sick with crap-tastic internet service! Please tell me how I can fix this! What's been going on?
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Heh, the timing of two posts going in around the same time. I'll go back and edit, maybe...
Edit: And a lazy addition was added. If I don't start actually writing, someone beat me with a bat or something. Really, my head is too far off.
Edit: And a lazy addition was added. If I don't start actually writing, someone beat me with a bat or something. Really, my head is too far off.
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Darn it. Well, It's better that way, since we need a plot, and character development and all.
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Course theres a catch Shiki =w= the catch I failed to mention is the map and layout of the maze changes each day... the more the characters change and devellop positively the simpler the maze becomes... until they have changed to the extend where its nearly a clear path where they will awake in the same hospital... what happens after well who knows?
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Thank you very much. I intend on Thomas being a very intelligent character. Can't wait until we go exploring. I do wonder if it is impossible to climb atop the hedges, though, to make the work easier. I am certain there is some catch, and I don't think we'll be able to leave until the plot is over, anyway. That is just my guess, though. Anywho, cannot post right now due to sleepiness and the need to play video games. I also do not know how often I can post in the next few days, either, but I probably will be able to continue posting normally.
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And kudos for Thomas being the first one standing with a plan. If only I left Vane at the top of the stairs to hear it, the pendants would work pretty well as markers (Mainly due to the chains). As well, I wouldn't mind seeing just how long they take trying to solve the maze (Days, weeks, maybe months. Of course with multiple separate attempts). I could just see them drawing the routes out on paper as they try to solve it, forming different teams for each split off.
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Yeah... Now might be the time to... Rally the troops... Perhaps everyone could head out into the maze to find away out or TRY to anyway :P it would allow people to maybe pair into groups or get them to introduce themselves to others instead of just sitting and swearing and such or randomly running off xD
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I don't know if it's just me, but I think right about now would be a prime time to rally the people, to set a goal. Or something. Maybe an event? Or, you know, I could just turn Julian into the antagonist he was always meant to be.
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@peachyme123 Shhh, *covers Alex's ears* we can't let him get any bigger a head. :P
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Too bad we have to wait a few more years for that ;-; hurry up nerds! XP
Stupid Alex *shakes head* you need to remember that not everyone likes to gawk at your sexiness.
Stupid Alex *shakes head* you need to remember that not everyone likes to gawk at your sexiness.
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Welll.... If he were wearing clothes I'm sure they would hate on him less :P maybe I really don't know xD and yeah probably... o_o ... that will be nice no more math TwT *sobs in joy*
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By the time I graduate high school, they'll have technology that won't even require me to know how to do math.
Everyone's hatin' on Alex. :P he deserves it.
Everyone's hatin' on Alex. :P he deserves it.
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blerg... sorry for not replying to anything on here till now... =.= I've been at war with my math homework... but I took a break finally because.... honestly half the questions make no sense... MATH WHY YOU NO SOLVE YOURSELF????