Minerva Pyne's Story

Sunday. 7:30 a.m

Message!

Hello Player you are one of the lucky chosen ones by the World to enter its dimensions and participate in it's 'games'! Please do not be alarmed, if you feel confused please look over all the information files that can be found located in your device. If you have any more questions send a mail and it will be responded to shortly. Your device is very important. It's job is to notify you of when a game begins or any other announcements and notifications. It also keeps track of all the rewards you gain during your time spent in the 'games'. A contact list is also available that helps to keep track of an allies or enemies you may meet in the World. You can keep in contact with them by messaging their devices. The ID# that has been assigned to you is the second most important thing. It is what identifies you in the world as well as to your fellow Players. Please always be on alert, a game notification may arrive at any time, any day.

Today is the day you will get accustomed to this new world you have been graciously accepted to. The information files will be sent to you shortly, once the game has been sent to you, you will have 10 minutes to prepare. Of course we mean “prepare” from a mental standpoint seeing as you cannot bring anything from Zone 2 into any other zone. If you choose not to do that then try taking a look at your Device. When you first look at your contacts list you will see various 6 digit codes, those are other player’s Device ID's, yours will always be displayed in the top right hand corner. There are usually simple games on your Device, however that functionality is currently disabled until your first challenge is complete, think of it as a reward for getting through. Almost everything else is active, Calculator, Alarm clock, Calendar, even a Notepad. Have fun... Oh and please don’t try anything Rash, you will find the more you try to explain the more you realize things are not the same…

7:35 a.m


Title: Lock in
Subject: We have deemed it necessary for you to build some type of relationships before the actual festivities start, therefore players will be transported into a building in Zone 3. he building contains several rooms where only two players per room will be staying in. The rooms have two windows that shows only the sky, a locked door that cannot be open, a simple bathroom, and all the walls painted entirely one color. There is one couch, two arm chairs, a table and two beds. You cannot communicate with the others in the rooms around you. No escape can be made; attempting to try and break through the window or make a dash through the door will result in punishment. You may ask the keepers for any item you might desire, including food or drink, you may also ask them any question you like, of course they are not inclined to answer. Try to make yourself at home and get to know your fellow players.
Game Type: Two-Player
Time Limit: 2 hours
Goal: Get to know one another, or at least talk to them for a bit
Good luck
-The Keepers

Minerva had thought the messages on the strange little phone like device she had found in her room before she left for work were jokes, at least until she started reading the archived messages and blogs on the phone. Her light silver gray eyes had widened and she had called in sick from work, She didnt understand really what was going on but she didnt want the game to happen while she was at work so she was now sitting in a small park miles away from her work to keep the possibility of her boss or coworkers from seeing her. The device in her hand let out a small beeping sound and as she read the contents she calmed down alittle, she just had to talk to another player simple enough. A tiny smile fluttered on to her lips as she sat and waited, how would she be transported? what will happen? And what exactly is this game? Five minutes, Minerva smoothed the creases on her black dresses skirt and fluffed the red lace ruffles, she bent and tightened her boots and she made sure her hair was brushed behind her ears.

Two Minutes, Minerva closed her eyes. Took a deep breath and listened to the birds above her head, the game would begin soon.

How could someone get these phones into out apartment without us knowing? Are you sure it wasn’t you Beate? Those are a few questions Rhymu found himself asking before he was teleported. There was an uncomfortable feeling of being torn apart that started at the 0’s of his eyes and spread outwards until the whole of his body was feeling this sensation. Everything was white for a quick moment before a sensation of being built back up filled his body.

Rhymu rematerialized facing a couch. He didn’t seem to be worried as much as he normally would if something like this were to happen, he felt different. Normally he might yell or frantically look for a way out immediately after seeing his new surroundings, however now he stood there with an almost contemplative look.

Artificial light shined through the window heating up the room to a pleasant temperature. It felt like one of those days that wanted you to just stay home and relax, maybe that’s what they wanted you to feel, relaxed. You might wonder who could even hope to be comfortable after being pulled out of their own reality and injected into this one. There is no definite answer to this; however it wouldn’t hurt to try to make yourself at home.

As a strong breeze started to blow she felt an extraordinary pain starting in her eyes, just as quickly as it came it was gone. So was the sounds of birds and the refreshing breeze, instead she was just confused. Opening up her eyes she found herself sitting on the floor of a basic room, looking around she caught sight of a boy, not to much older then her. Swinging her head to the side to get a better look of the room, in doing so a long curly black strand of hair hit her in the face. "OW!" She yelped, "Who are you?" She asked, shocked by her rough and inpatient voice. Standing, almost unstably she walked over to the couch curling her feet under her.

Though the room was comfortable she wasnt, she was oddly irritated and for no better word, pissed off. Her hair was to long, the room needed a breeze, and who in the world was this kid? After cocking her head to the side she closed her eyes and let out a breath, another player. Thats what the game was about, talking to the other player. "I'm Minerva, and I really dont know why im so angry. I normally have better control over my emotions." She said, in a semi confused way.

Watching the strange boy move around Minerva's brows furrowed in irritation, "You are annoying, they obviously got us here useing so weird magic voodoo and their not going to let us escape, though the phone thing did say we could ask for anything but they don't have to give it to us. So sit down, lets get the game over with and then we can ignore each other." She ranted, the mild irritation she had felt had grown into full on anger an her red eyes appeared to get redder. Looking away from him she started breathing exercises which werent helping with her emotions like they normally did.

"And you havent told me your name!" She finally spouted, gradually, after yelling at him about that she was able to calm down. Whatever this game was it brought out the worse in her, she thought to herself. Her eyes lowering as she started to think and forget about her surroundings.

Rhymu jiggled the door knob and realized that it was locked right before Minerva went off on her rant, by the looks of it she was obviously unable to control her emotions, disgusting. He turned around towards her and looked at her with a straight face as she went on. It was a shame, just when he thought like he didn’t feel the need to do anything rash the feeling came back in full force. He had pretty much had enough of her by the time she said “you’re annoying” which just so happened to be the first words to come out of her mouth. Was she giving him demands? Telling him to sit down? No, this would not do, she was beneath him, even further down beneath him then he had initially thought.

The room filled with silence after she yelled at him for not telling her his name. He stared with his still blank face as she appeared to be calming down bit. But Rhymu learned from his last mistake of thinking she would actually stay that way.

“I don’t appreciate your tone of voice” Rhymu said walking towards her “And you know what” Rhymu had now stopped right in front of her trying to get in her face so she would understand the message “I’m sick of your voice, so why don’t you shut your mouth before I shut it for you” This was the last chance Rhymu was willing to give this girl. He had not been in the room for even 5 minutes and he was already sick of her, absolutely sick.

It was strange, Rhymu had never had these intense feeling of complete apathy towards another human being, yet he couldn’t help it. This state of mind was relaxing almost, it felt soothing to him. Even if there was a part of the old Rhymu still somewhere in Zero Rhymu’s mind, any ideas of nobility of empathy would be immediately shrugged off by this newer more “enjoyable” outtake on life.

Beate

Beate usually has ideas, plans, motives, but now he found himself face to face with a situation he knew nothing about and couldn’t control, the worst possible place you could put such an individual. It was nerve racking to not know what was going on and be presented with only one other person who had the same questions as he did. It was just… as said stated before the worst place you could put Beate.

The only information he got out of this was that this place was claustrophobic but honestly this was a step up from where he is used to living, but of course the place uncomfortable to be in considering the circumstances. She muttered to herself quite quickly before asking him where they were. Beate looked her in the eyes and wished he could simply say but he really couldn’t.

Beate never liked responding with “I don’t knows” or “I have no clue” as Nicole had put it, so instead of saying that he decided to stay quiet and think of a way to properly answer the question with “I don’t knows” being nowhere to be found.

Suddenly an idea popped into his mind, the phone thing… uh, device they called it. He quickly dug into his pocket not really knowing it was there, just assuming or even hoping it would be, and just like he had hoped it was there. He wanted to use the device to look at the description of this game, he didn’t read that carefully last time but he did pick up on the word “Keepers”. He quickly shifted his glance to that part of the message and it read ‘You may ask the keepers for any item you might desire, including food or drink, you may also ask them any question you like, of course they are not inclined to answer.’ Exactly what he was hoping for, he had questions and he might just be able to get answers from these keepers.

“The message says that we can ask the” He paused for a moment finding the name Keepers to be a bit ridiculous sounding but continued onwards “Keepers any questions” If he was going to figure anything out it would be like this because conversing with her was getting him nowhere. “I propose we try that”.

Instead of shying away from him Minerva cocked her head to the side and instead of pushing away the anger as she had been she allowed it to surface, Standing up she then forced her face closer to his, "You don't scare me, your nothing to me. Do you think that you can really do anything to me that hasn't already?" She asked, her voice was soft but there was almost a crackle of the fiery anger that was lying underneath. "You want to know what? I don't care that you find my voice annoying, I don't care about you at all. All I want is to get out of here, to go home and if we don't play the game then there is a chance we don't go home." She growled, her voice was rough but it hadn't raised. Cocking her head to the side a small smile tugged her lips, Fluttering around him she started to examine the room.

Minerva didnt even look at him again, she didnt care any longer. Yes, she was angry but she excepted that was just who she was and in such she was calm. Well as calm as a ticking time bomb of emotions can be, "You know, if you think about it this is kinda funny. This game or whatever shoved two very different and dangerous personalities together in a small room, maybe their hoping we will kill each other." She commented in an off hand way, her eyes briefly landed on him but the soft whisper of her voice was a sign that she didnt really care if he responded.