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Samantha Leovard

"Sam, Sandy, Anna... it doesn't matter what you call me, just get me out of this hellhole."

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a character in “5ive -- The End”, as played by Grumpy-Converse

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So... Let's Start With The Basics. What's Your Name?
"My name? Samantha Tessa Leovard. Full name." You heard the girl -- Samantha Tessa Leovard. Though that's not all that's she's called. She has, I suppose you could say, nicknames. Sam, Sandy, Anna, Tess, Leovard, Miss Leovard, Jerk, Bitch etc. Yeah, Samantha has been called alot of things in her life. And has called others alot of things, too.

What's Your Gender? Male Or Female?
"I'm a male. That's why I have a bra, duh." Female ♀. Surprised?

How Old Are You?
"People always say; You're Too Young To Do This, To Young To Do That. So I've started telling them the opposite; You're too old to do this, too old to do that." Samantha is fifteen, though she could easily pass off as being two or three years younger than she actually is.

What Is Your Personality? What Are You Like, Over All?
"I'm a bucket full of sunshine and rainbows!" Samantha is, about 75% of the time, a nice girl. Loud? Yes. Annoying? Possibly. But Mean? No way. She likes to help others in just about any way she can, whether from lending a pencil to stitching together a wound -- though she would probably never have the guts to do that. Pencils could get lost.

She has very loud opinions, but doesn't always express them. In fact, she hardly ever does, as she fears not being well liked, and to be popular is what she cherishes. But she is a bight girl, and knows well that one slip of the tongue could ring her all the way down to the bottom. Which is probably why she hates getting embarrassed so much. She hates people laughing at her, but the thing she probably hates most of all is when she can't come up with a good come-back. She is sort of known for her comebacks, and so being outwitted is definitely a nuisance for her.

She also hates sensitive people, as mean as that may sound. It's probably because of how 'hard-core' she is, in a sense. When people call her weird or annoying, she just shrugs it off. She actually only really gets self-conscious when people insult her appearance. It makes her doubt herself. And sometimes, it's not even when someone insults her, it's when they don't compliment her, as strange as that may sound. If some girls in the group all got complimented on the same thing, eg; Hair, then Samantha would immediately assume that her hair is horrible.

She is sort of hectic, as her sunny and mostly optimistic personality can be a but too much for people to handle. As cute as this girl may be, and as sweet as she may seem, this girl is no where near innocent when it comes to dirty-minded things. This girl has one sick mind.

What Do You Look Like? Details, Details!
"Okay, calm down! Look up, dumbass. That's me." Samantha has has brown hair that falls to between her waist and shoulders, in a straight fashion. In fact, she has never had to straighten her hair in her life, due to it being naturally that way. She has a side fringe that hangs over the left side of her face, covering one of her hazel eyes, that are framed by her dark eyelashes and eyebrows. Her frame would be described as slim, or perhaps petite would fit the description. Standing at 5'1, Samantha is shorter than most girls her age, and she only weighs 107lbs, due to her tiny figure. Her skin would probably be described as slightly tanned, or perhaps a sunkissed golden brown, though nothing extreme, and not pale, either. She tends to tan, not burn, for which she is grateful. Her face is heart-shaped, and she has little freckles, except for some here and there, which tend to be very dark. The only acne she has are blackheads, and even those she doesn't have much of, as she washes and moisturizes her face twice a day and drinks lots, and I mean lots[ of water.

So, Now That's All Wrapped Up; Can You Give Us A Brief Overview Of Your Life?
"You tell me. Like, how the hell did I get here?! Alright, alright. Just remember, you did say brief..." Samantha was orn to Julia and Will Leovard on the 10 of December. She had an older brother at the time, Patrick, and two years later came along another on, Jacob. The three got on... fine. Not good, not bad. Just like normal siblings, I suppose. To be honest, Samantha had a pretty dull life, just your average teenager. She had always longed for something more exciting, but she sure as hell didn't mean this...

Anything Else To Add?
"That's it!" N/A

So begins...

Samantha Leovard's Story

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Sandy opened her hazel eyes to the sound of an unfamiliar voice saying something along the lines of, "This is no dream."
Oh, well wasn't that just dandy.

Her head throbbed, and a groan escaped her lips. This must be what a hangover feels like, she thought, even though she had never taken alcohol in her life.
Well then again; Did she? She couldn't remember last night at all, and she knew that people could forget stuff when they were drunk. But she couldn't remember any of yesterday. What the fuck was happening to her?!

She sat up, and gave a small stretch, taking in the room. It was dark, but she could make out a few figures, and she assumed her eyes would soon adjust to the dark. The floor and walls were cold, and stone, as she had expected from the uncomfortable surface she had been lying on. She blinked, and the people came into view. Four others, as far as she could see. And from the look of it, she was the youngest. Well wasn't that all sunshine and rainbows?

The first one was a male, probably about sixteen or seventeen, not much older than herself. His hair was a dark brown, or at least, in this light. She assumed it was lighter in the sunlight. He was quite short, though still taller than Sand, and thin, too, though not scrawny.

The second was also male, this one quite a bit older than Sandy, probably late teens - early twenties. He had light brown hair, and from what she could see, was quite attractive. Though the angle of his head blocked her view of his face.

Thirdly came a female, and to be honest, Sandy wasn't sure what ae the girl was at all. She was short -- shorter than Sandy, but something abouther build made Sandy think of a higher number. But the thing that Sandy first noticed ws the girl's hair; a vivid blue. Who knows, maye she was hallucinating.

The fourh was also a girl, probably slightly older than Sandy, with long, dark brown hair, and extremely attractive. She reminded Sandy of the super models you see on magazines; Gorgeous, slim, and tall too.

And lastly came yours truly; Samantha Leovard. With her light brown hair tied back in a messy ponytail, and hazel eyes, she had a feeling she looked the worst of the bunch. Messy ponytail... that rang a bell... she had been late for something. School, of course.
And just like that, it was gone again.
She cursed silently into the darkness, before getting to her feet.

"Um, hi," she mumbled, most likely too low for anyone to hear. She started walking closer to the middle of the room.
"I'm Sa-"
At this very moment, she fell to the ground, tripping over the chain she had been unaware had been tied around her ankle. This time, she really cursed out loud.
"Fuck!" she yelled, as her knee skinned the hard surface. That's when she noticed it, in the middle of the room.
The gaping hole. A ucking hole.

"Woah.." she breathed, stepping back from the lethal pit. She wiped the sweat from her brow, just to realize it wasn't sweat. It was blood.
What the fuck was wrong with her?!

She looked over at the other members of her 'prison,' a suspicious yet panicked glance shot their way. She scrambled back to her original spot, heart pounding.

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Voices began popping up all over. James let out a slightly irritated sigh as he decided what each was like. Obviously, the original speaker was a dullard, no help at all, and James disregarded him. The lighter voice, soft, told him that it was a female. An Asylum? So she was a crazy. Not as bad as captain dumbarse though, he decided. At least her first priority was to figure out where she was. The demanding voice of another female sounded, why was everyone so intent on seeing if others were about. Honestly, James would have preferred to be alone, without all these speakers. And she'd asked if this was a dream? Ha, who dreams up these kinds of things? Her mind had to be messed up if she believed her cranium was capable of such thoughts. At least captain dumbarse was intelligent to call her out on that. It wasn't enough to redeem him though.

And then was a soft voice, cut off with a loud curse. Now THAT was a way to introduce one's self. Of course, from the rattling of her chains and the sound of her footsteps, it sounded like she'd over stepped the boundaries of her chain. Silly girlie. She'd learned the hard way. There was also the sound of her head hitting the ground, a sharp crack coupled with a muffled thump.

James unfolded himself leisurely, stretching his feet out in front of him. He kept his countenance perfectly under control, and despite the thudding of his heart inside his ribcage, and the screeches of fear in his mind, he looked absolutely carefree. Except for his fingers. His index finger was extended, and his was slowly desecrating the skin of his finger pad with his other forefinger and thumb. He couldn't help it. Nervous tic, one could say.

James decided, from the proximity of the voices, that four was all that there would be. There wasn't room for more than that, he assumed. James was great at assuming things, so he stuck with the assumption like grease-fat on a pan. He waited a beat before speaking.

"Anyone like to explain where we are to me? Or at the very least, describe it? I'd like to know what my new home looks like, at the very least." He drawled, following it up with a a humorless bark of laughter. At the same time he paused in his masochistic tendencies to wave a hand in front of his face, cluing in anyone who was looking his way that he was blind. Unless they were all blind too. Which would be kind of ironic. But no, James decided. No matter what, he was going to be the only blind one. He was going to be special. Just like always.

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"Ooh, I love chocolate! No wait, I hate it. Almost as much as I hate cookies. What kind of screwed up pills are you on?!" Aveline roared at the boy who had replied to the second girl's statement of this being a dream. If this was dream there would be ponies. And unless ponies could talk, this wasn't it. Wait! What if one of these people had a pony or ice cream. Hmm, maybe she should be nice to them...

She looked up as a second girl awoke. A crash later, she began cursing. "Whoa, somebody needs to be lectured!" She giggled, obnoxiously high pitched. "What would your mommy say about that? My mom would lock me in my room, but then my brother would come and save me because he's a dark prince. Once, we went to the circus and-" The teal haired crazy was cut off by a male voice.

Aveline raised her hand and started jumping up and down, her cuff bouncing off of her pale ankle. It would probably leave a bruise. "I can tell you Mr. Person!" she said excitably, then stopped bouncing. Her ankle was beginning to feel sore and the rattling of the chain was quite loud. She figured that nobody could stop her anyway. After all, she was pretty dang awesome if she did say so herself.

"We are in a dark room with pretzels on our ankles attacked to braided pretzels. There's a giant void to the underworld in the center and I think there are five people here. Four if you include yourself. From the looks of it, we are not in a good situation.

"Oh! And if anybody sees some hacksaws around, we can try chopping off our feet. I saw that in a movie once. Get it? Saw, saw..." Aveline began laughing again, not quite as high pitched and annoying as last time but still in an irritable fashion nonetheless.

She sat down, relaxing against the wall. It was nice and cool- like ice cream. The foolish girl had no idea that James was blind, or the identities and thoughts of those around her. To her, it was all just a big game.

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"Nope. If this was a dream then I'd be sliding down a giant chocolate waterfall. This is no dream." Bianca tried to look around her. She felt her pockets, no phone. She wanted to pull out her pocket mirror and check her make up, but it seemed as if the only belongings she had, were her clothes. She started to brush her fingers through her hair, trying to untangle her bed head knots. "I'm Sa-.... FUCK!" She heard a girl. The girl sounded sweet, but then blew out an f-bomb. She looked over to where the voice had come from, but by now she couldn't tell. All the voices seemed to be coming from everywhere. She stayed curled up in a ball in her corner, just listening.

"Anyone like to explain where we are to me? Or at the very least, describe it? I'd like to know what my new home looks like, at the very least." At the same time the guy paused in his masochistic tendencies to wave a hand in front of his face, cluing in anyone who was looking his way that he was blind. Bianca was still trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness and was looking at the ceilings. "We are in a dark room with pretzels on our ankles attacked to braided pretzels. There's a giant void to the underworld in the center and I think there are five people here. Four if you include yourself. From the looks of it, we are not in a good situation. Oh! And if anybody sees some hacksaws around, we can try chopping off our feet. I saw that in a movie once. Get it? Saw, saw..." Bianca slightly laughed. More of a sympathy laugh. It was nice that she was trying to make this situation seem less horrid, but this girl was not her type. In the sense that she would never hang out or even talk to a girl this... cheerful.

"Well uhm, this place is pretty.....rocky I think. It's dark and....oh just look for yourself." Another male voice said. She was going to make a snarky comment but decided she didn't need to talk unless it was necessary. She could tell the difference between all the voices now too. Though she was still expecting to be woken up by her mother any second now. "And by dream.... I meant nightmare..." she mumbled. She felt the chains on her foot again and decided to stand up. Reaching her hands high while she got up, she couldn't feel the ceiling. She started to feel the walls, they were cold. "I'm going to take initiative here. I honestly don't care who you guys are. All I want is to get out and go home." She explained. She tried to look down at the faces but still couldn't focus very well. She did however notice a certain person. She was guessing he was the closest person to herself. He had brown hair, well she wasn't sure, and he seemed her age. "I know we are all shackled, and if you haven't checked, you'll find out soon enough. I want everyone to get up and feel the walls around them. If you are in a corner say so. We all got in here somehow, there has to be a door or something..." She started touching the wall and trying to find any sign of an entry source.

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"Anyone like to explain where we are to me? Or at the very least, describe it? I'd like to know what my new home looks like, at the very least."
It was a male, but Sandy wasn't bothered to find oit which one owned the voice. Before she could input her say, the blue haired girl spoke out;
"We are in a dark room with pretzels on our ankles attacked to braided pretzels. There's a giant void to the underworld in the center and I think there are five people here. Four if you include yourself. From the looks of it, we are not in a good situation. Oh! And if anybody sees some hacksaws around, we can try chopping off our feet. I saw that in a movie once. Get it? Saw, saw..."
Sandy grinned, even in their current... predicament. She knew immediately she would like this girl; She seemed childish, and mildly eccentric. She sounded all-around fun, from Sandy's point of view. She heard the laugh of a female, a sort of sad and sympathetic one, before someone else spoke out.

"Well uhm, this place is pretty.....rocky I think. It's dark and....oh just look for yourself." Another male voice. She rolled her eyes. Oviously there was some reason why he couldn't. Blind, perhaps?

"Oh, and um, to continue my earlier comment...." Sandy mumbled, blushing. "I'm Samantha. Or Sandy. Or Sam. Or Anna. Or whatever else you want to call me." She shrugged, before adding in a quiet voice. "And sorry for the, uh, foul language. It's a habit, sort of..." she trailed off awkwardly, just as a girl stood up, and started to speak.

"I'm going to take initiative here. I honestly don't care who you guys are. All I want is to get out and go home. I know we are all shackled, and if you haven't checked, you'll find out soon enough. I want everyone to get up and feel the walls around them. If you are in a corner say so. We all got in here somehow, there has to be a door or something..."

Sandy blushed at her first sentence. She must have been referring to how Sandy had introduced herself. Oops.

But she had a point. There was obviously a door or window somewhere, unless...

"Wait," Sandy said, just as she had been feeling the wall. "What if it's impossible to escape? What if there is no doors or windows? What if we came in from-" she pointed towards the lethal looking pit in the middle of the room "-there?"

The thought was horrifying, but if it was true, then that meant they were stuck in here.
Oh, joy.

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Aveline was glad that everybody seemed entertained by her horror movie reference. She ignored the male who liked chocolate, annoyed by him. He could go fall down that abyss in the center of their prison for all that she cared. She instantly assumed he liked cookies as well. Ha! He couldn't see the greatness in ice cream. As far as she was concerned, he wasn't worth listening to right now.

The girl snorted a bit as Bianca began speaking, ordering them to do this and that. One second she seemed terrified the next she was taking them all into battle. Who ever said that she was the Queen of Hearts? Then again, the teal haired girl though of herself as the Cheshire Cat. So what did that make everybody else? The third girl could be Alice, the idiot in the batch of insane beings. She obviously wasn't the best at keeping her mouth shut. Plus, she had no idea who she was. She was Sam and Sandy and Anna and Samantha. For now, she would just call her Alice. Or she could abbreviate her many names into one- A.S.S.S. Nope, she should probably stick with Alice.

So if multiple name girl was Alice, the one commanding them was the Queen of Hearts, and Aveline was the Cat, then that only left Mr. Chocolate and the one lying toward the middle of the room to her left. The one to her left whom she favored over the chocolate boy seemed very relaxed, as he hadn't said much else. So he was not the White Rabbit, always worried about running late. Hmm, perhaps he could be the Caterpillar? That left chocolate boy with... the Duchess!

Coming back to the real world, or as real as it was to her, Aveline began feeling around her limited space as the Queen had told them. "I'm in a corner," she commented, feeling some dried substance on the walls. Oh dear, had she missed tea?

It was then that Alice, aka Sam, Samantha, Anna, and Sandy spoke up. Her terrified voice and pointed finger, though barely visible to her from her vantage point. It made the crazy girl pause, aware that that could very well be a possibility. But if they had been dumped here, then who had chained them up? Interesting as she was, she knew that she would never chain herself up somewhere, let alone four strangers.

"Who brought us here?" she asked, suddenly serious. "If there is an entrance there is an exit. But I'm not sure that hole in the floor makes sense. I don't think we would all fit through there. Plus it looks pretty shady. She laughed again, going back to her childish self. "Does anybody have any tea?"

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Bianca could tell they were annoyed. But she wanted out. She didn't want to be in here forever. then she realized something. What if she was in here forever? She wouldn't get to be the best super model, or grow up and have kids. She decided to get everyone's attention again. "Hey guys... I know I sound bossy but I want to get out of here. I hope you want out as much as I do. But I just want us all to get out, alive." She said calmly. She felt on the ground around her, it was wet? Immediately she thought it was pee, but smelt the air. She got the liquid on her fingers and held it in the light. Blood. She didn't freak out, she just got dizzy. Her blood? Or others blood? Either way she was never good with injuries.

She decided to analyze her fellow cell mates. There was the first girl. The one who was to her left, with crazy blue hair? The one who has been in an asylum and maybe arrested! She twitched in her corner thinking about that. She was cheery and slightly insane. The next was the second girl. The one with a potty mouth? Not that Bianca didn't swear now and then either. That girl seemed to be a nobody. Bianca was often good at telling where people might sit in the high school social hierarchy. Now to the guys. The one closest to her, the one who would rather be sliding down a chocolate river. He seemed nice... besides his snarky come backs. Then again, she enjoyed doing that too. And the last stranger was guy #2. He didn't say much. He just kind of looked like he was sleeping.

She realized, going over everyone's dialog, no one had found anything. No door. And she assumed, since she couldn't touch the ceiling, that there was no roof top exit. She looked at the hole in the floor. Is it dangerous... She figured maybe it was their way out. She crawled closer, dragging her chain with her. She wanted to look down, but she knew she'd fall. Then she'd be a dead body hanging by her foot. "Get it together B." She mumbled to herself. She couldn't help but start to mentally freak out. She is afraid of heights, and she could feel herself sweating. Sweating. Gross.

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James groaned as if in severe pain. Which he wasn't. He was just slightly put off by an immediate realization. He was surrounded by idiots. he'd made a decision about the obscenities girl. She was Indecisive, obviously, by the sheer amount of names she seemed to have, but that wouldn't make for a good name, it didn't sound right, so it was out of the question. And she seemed to be relatively smart, in that she also thought that there wasn't a way to escape. The boy didn't know what 'there' was, but he assumed that it was the grate he'd happened across earlier. The one covered in...slime. James ruminated on that. it was likely. There had to be some way out, unless the walls had been build around them. In that case they were screwed.

James, in fear of losing brain cells from merely listening to the stupid that was spewing from various mouths, ignored the words from Madame Wacko and Captain Dumbarse. But when Lady Bossy spoke again, he listed, lifting his head, a smirk scrawled across his face. At least she knew that she was bossy. Perhaps he should voice his opinion. Yes, that sounded like a good idea to him.

"There isn't going to be a way out." He said softly, his voice growing slightly louder as the sentence peaked. "She's right." He pointed in the general direction of Sam, missing by a couple of centimeters. "But I don't think that the hole is the right answer. For one thing, it is covered in rusty grating, strong enough to take my weight." He didn't mention the fact that the grating was covered in some sort of...slime "And second, it is more likely that they built the room around us, or pulled out enough of a space to get through and leave us here, then sealed it behind themselves." He had no idea who 'they' were, but it sounded right, so he didn't attempt to elaborate. His voice softened again. "And more important than how, why are we here?" His voice had started with a sort of know it all quirk, but by the end of his little speech he sounded almost fearful. He couldn't do anything for too long before the fear welled up so far in his belly that it seeped out.

He couldn't let these strangers know how scared he was. He was already at a disadvantage because he was blind, and he didn't know the layout here, but he didn't need them to think he was weak too. Let the others handle the being weak. James had no inclination to escape, despite his revulsion at the thought of being stuck in the room. He had nothing better to go back to. An entire life of struggling through job after job, unable to make enough money because he was disabled. Having to accept government money because he was inadequate? Either way, staying or managing to get out of this place, his future didn't look to bright. As there was no food in this place, he'd die after a couple days of starvation, or he could die after many years (Or a few) of mental torture and struggle. Wo-hoo.

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"Shut up!" Aveline roared at the chocolate boy/duchess. She was tired of hearing about his problems and was much more focused on her own. Like not having ice cream. It was a bit off from the concerns of the others about food and water, but essential the same thing. Wait, Mr. Chocolate had mentioned ice cream somewhere in that babble... Then again, he was the one acting like a five year old whereas she was perfectly sane.

She paused to listen to the Queen and the Caterpillar as they theorized about their prison. The rest of the group seemed to be in a hurry to get out of here. James's little speech in particular was very hopeful. No way out? Lovely! It was just what the group needed to hear at this point.

Walking forward, Aveline soon dived onto the floor to allow herself to reach the hole in the center of the room. She was about to speak when the light bulb hanging above the five suddenly brightened, allowing a full view of the room if one was quick enough to observe it all. Then again, it technically wasn't much.

Looking around, the teal haired girl could clearly see the blood and dirt coating the walls. It was almost as if somebody had been attempting to paint their little room before abandoning them here. The patterns ranged from splatters to scratches to even a little game of tic-tac-toe on the wall near where the Caterpillar (James) was. She laughed a bit, glancing around quickly just before the light dimmed back to normal.

After blinking a few times and reached out to touch the grate. She recoiled from the texture on it at first, but then reached out her pale hand again. Upon examining the substance on the grate, Aveline couldn't be sure what exactly it consisted of. Though the grate did look old and rusty, if it was continuous and fundamental in holding up the room, it wouldn't be giving way anytime soon.

"I haven't done anything wrong," she replied to the last question after a pause. "I'm not a criminal."

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Bianca listened. She had always been good at listening but of coarse, preferred talking. "And more important than how, why are we here?" The first guy said. She shivered thinking about her last shoot. She was a big snob, asking for this and that. She was just in a bad mood. She couldn't help it. She didn't say anything though, but she could feel herself starting to cry. She didn't whimper or sob, just cried. Suddenly the light got super bright. She looked around a bit, but her make up was running. She could feel herself looking like a big hot mess. Or just a big mess. She noticed the blue haired girl and guy #1 looked a lot older than the rest of them. She could see the grate better, it looked like the only way out. She was just getting a glimpse of the guy next to her when the light dimmed again.

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Aveline felt no remorse in yelling at Neon. He clearly deserved it. "And the moral of that is..." she began in a high pitched voice before trailing off. She finished the rest of the sentence in her head. Yelling at people solves everything? Sure, she would just go with that.

She turned looking at the girl to her right, the Queen. She hadn't said much in a bit, which seemed unlike her from what the group had experienced so far. From what Aveline had been able to glimpse of her cellmates, the Queen was a pretty, young brunette. If they ever got out of here, she would be sure to tell Bianca to dye her hair red. Heck, she'd even buy the girl a cute little crown with hearts.

It was then that the Caterpillar turned to her, asking about the grate. Dragging herself forward a bit more, she decided to lay herself right on the grate. Her neck and head rested on the rusty, slimy grate for a few moments as James cut himself off. He wanted something he could just ask for it. Before she could pursue the matter though, he turned to the girl across from him and next to her. Apparently she had started crying, crumbling under the pressure of the unknown. Aveline had no recollection of hearing somebody cry though and ignored it.

Looking down through the grate, she found that she could not see anything. It looked as if there was possibly a liquid at the bottom, or it could just be a well painted mural 100 feet down. She could not smell anything very distinct, leading her to believe that there was water down there. Aveline lifted herself from the grate, angling herself so that she wasn't blocking the light as much. The result wasn't much different. Sighing, she pushed herself up and sat on her knees, looking at James.

"Well Mr. Caterpillar, it doesn't look like much is down there. I think there might be some water, or I'm hallucinating. But I think I had my pills last night or three nights ago or whatever so I am about 57 percent sure on this." She smiled a bit, placing her hands on her hips in triumph. Score one for the Cheshire Cat! What game they were playing though was beyond her- she just liked winning.

She watched quietly as James aggravated the skin of his thumb, leading to blood. "Oooh, you better patch that up Cattie. If you don't the big, bad demons will come out and eat you. Of course, they might take a bit longer to get here." She beamed brightly at James, unaware of how this could possibly affect him. Some of the gunk on the grate was still on her face, though James of course could not see this.

Aveline glanced in the direction of Sam/Alice, who also hadn't said much. It seemed that she and Mr. Chocolate were the two chatty ones, while the other three were succumbing to the darkness. It would be troublesome to a regular person, but to the insane girl, it was still just a game. Good always won in the end anyway, right?

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The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out...


Sam, who had been in a daze for the past few minutes or so suddenly looked up as blood began to drip down her neck. It was like a sick red bead of sweat trickling down her pale skin, startling her. The brunette stood suddenly, causing her chain to rattle loudly. She cursed softly under her breathe, recalling the previous incident of her falling and saying some four letter words that a priest would not like.

Closing her eyes, she tried to subdue her mind to a less traumatic and shocking event in her life. Unfortunately for her, that drop of blood (which had now made it to the nape of her neck) reminded her of one particular incident in school.

Sweat, the body's way to cool itself off. Gym, a class that was highly unlikable for those who weren't exactly athletic. Samantha recalled that day perfectly. It was spring, and with summer approaching the weather had become increasingly humid in her small town. Having just finished running the mile, she found herself out of breath. Her hair stuck to her, mainly the fringe on the side of her head. "Gross," she mumbled.

"Sam!" She paused, turning around to see a girl she wasn't exactly friends with walking over. The girl had wiped what little sweat she had off of her face and looked at Sam with a smirk. "You don't look so hot," she laughed.

The brunette frowned and turned away, hating it when people criticized her appearance. She was intent on ignoring this girl, but had little success as her enemy pursued her further. Soon, one snide comment had resulted in a full out battle between the two. While she was witty and determined, the undermining comments

Snapping back to the present Sam looked around, panting. The blood had made it to her lower back now, and spread itself like a nasty little spider across the cloth on her shirt. It would hardly be noticeable to the captives though, as they were in the dark literally and figuratively. Looking around, she was aware of how hopeless the situation was. The blue haired girl was trying to attack the immature boy while the other two seemed to be losing their minds.

Great.

That being said, young Samantha Leovard soon found that something was crawling on her. She turned, her hair whipping around like winds being blown in a summer storm. She could not find whatever it is that was violating her personal piece of Hell. As she opened her mouth to question the others, she felt a sharp and stinging pain in her arm. It was as if she'd been shot, but there were certainly no guns in here.

'What the-" She was briskly cut off by more pain, though this time the origin seemed to be from her left leg. Bending down, she froze as she saw a spider crawling on her. She would have screamed, but soon the small blasts of pain, like bombs in a war, were occurring almost everywhere. Samantha screamed loudly, feeling as though she were being burned alive. The horde of spiders ranging from wandering Brazilians to black widows and funnel spiders had completed their task and scurried away as the brunette tried desperately to swat at them and try to understand just what was happening. The spiders quickly retreated down through the grate and threw themselves into the murky water below as if to commit suicide. They had not bothered to attack anyone else, as no one else in the room interested them.

By now, the amount of spider bites had made the poor girl fall too her knees, crying out in pain. With as many poisonous little devils as there were, the symptoms of each drop of venom began to affect her rapidly. She found herself sweating even more, frozen with fear and the unbeatable pain. Next came the bleeding from the nose and a few cuts that had yet to completely heal. It oozed slowly, much like its counterpart surrounding the prisoners. After a few muscle spasms that would have put a contortionist to shame, the poor girl found that she could not breath. Asphyxiation was setting in as quickly as a piece of hair catches on fire. Coughing desperately, she soon found herself lying face down on the floor. Her body twitched some more as she took her last few breaths before succumbing to loss of oxygen.

The dim light illuminated the blood pattern on her back for a few moments before it started to fade, melting in to her shirt as if it had always been apart of it. Now that Samantha Leovard was dead, only four remained.

Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her,
And frightened sent Miss Muffett Leovard away...