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Samantha Walker, "Jane"

Female Inside Prisoner #1

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a character in “Paranoia Prision”, as played by paokikipao

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Real Name: Samantha Walker , "How the hell would I know?"
Speculated name or nickname: "Jane Doe, or just Jane"
Speculated age: Mid Twenties
Sex: Female "that much I know"
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Role: Female #1
Backstory:"I.. don't... know".
Personality: "...."

So begins...

Samantha Walker, "Jane"'s Story

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She stood motionless with her eyes closed, something was wrong and that much she knew. Her head was burning in pain, and she could only hear distant noises that echoed through her troubled mind; whispers, sobs, and who know what else. Even when the noises intensified and made her anxious, she was frighten to open her eyes. Exactly what happened? was all she could ask. Pain struck her as the noises intensified; someone hit a surface hard enough to make her scream in pain, she thought , she gasped and struggled to breath for a moment, something is definitely wrong here she whispered to herself.
She remained quiet for a while and focused on her surroundings, she remained quiet trying to figure out what was happening without ever opening her eyes to actually ‘see’ what was going on. However, her troubled breathing made it impossible for her to focus. Despite her inner dispute as to whether she should remain quiet or open her eyes she noticed something else. Her hands were covered in something she couldn't quite understand. Her fingertips touched her surroundings and discovered nothing but a tick liquid covering her fingers. In surprise she finally opened her eyes, only wishing she could close them again the second her eyes laid down on the girl who was merely standing a few ft away from her. The girl stood motionless covered in nothing but blood, the same blood that now covered her hands.

"It’s not real! It’s not real, none of this is real!" she yelled at the sight of the dead woman, This is a nightmare, and it will all be over soon she reassured herself while hugging herself in look for reassurance. She then noticed she was not alone, males and females stood not so far from where she stood. She wanted to ask them what they knew when endless questions came running through her mind. Who? What? When? Where? Why?
  • Who killed her?
  • Who is she?
  • Who am I?!
  • Who are they?!
  • What just happened?
  • What am I doing here?
  • Where am I?
  • ………


She finally opened her mouth but only the sounds of her voice chocking were audible, she grabbed her neck in pain not knowing the source of the problem. Not knowing she was having an attack, more specifically an asthma attack.


OOC: Sorry for the short post, I will edit it and/or post again soon hopefully. I'm close to finals week and it has been hard for me to post. Once again I apologize for the delay, please don't think that I am leaving this RP behind, I love the idea of this RP so that is not the case at all.

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Greg still leaned on the wall, not far from another door. He tried to open it... shut. "Damn it!" He was frustated, confused and the pain that raged inside his head didn't want to stop, it was unbearable, very unbearable. He slumped on the ground, staring at the wall in front of him. Nothing he had inside his head. Nothing about himself. Just unclear memories that he couldn't understand, memories, that he isn't even sure of if it's memories.

"It’s not real! It’s not real, none of this is real!"


He flinched hearing someone yell. From the sound of it, it was definitly a girl. What happened? What did she see? Is she in the same position as him? Was she confused like him? Desperate? Frustrated? Didn't she know herself either?

Did she want to flee from this place like him? Or... or was this a theater? From the real murderer? Pretending to be a victim no one will suspect him as a murderer and then... strike from behind? How could he even come to this thoughts? He decided to not trust anyone inside this 'cage'. This 'prison'. This nightmare.

He ruffled his head, tried to find any clear thoughts. Like hell he would find any, in this crazy situation. Was he nuts? Nothing will come out if he doesn't try to find out something. He slowly got up and slendered through the hallway, trying some doors out, without any success. As the suddenly he heard a chocking sound from the place he heard the scream of the girl. First, hasistant to check out, then slowly neared the sound of the noise were coming from. Alerted, he looked around, feeling unsecure and full of openings. Nothing will come out from just sitting around doing nothing. He knows that. So he neared the noise, and saw an unbelievable sight: A woman holding her neck.... comitting SUICIDE? He wasn't sure it was suicide, still, he jerked back seeing the sight, but still couldn't avoid his eyes to not seeing it. It was a very unbearable sight, in one side, he wanted to stop her, in the other side, he understood if she commit suicide. But something was wrong about her way breathing.

Is she really trying to kill herself... or did she... have something else? ... Like... like a desease? He slowly neared her again, grabbed her shoulder and shook her body. "H- hey! Get your act together! I don't want to see any deaths anymore!" He shouted, clueless what to do if it was really the case of asthma. But if she had asthma... wouldn't she had something against it with her? ... Did she forget it too? Like him? "Comon, breath in and out, damn it! You have asthma or something?" He asked then, seriously worried.

He didn't want to see someone being dead again. That bloody girl in the corner was enough, so his thoughts then.

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Jane breathed heavier by the second, it was a feeling that one would never wish upon another, her hands continued to grab her own neck wishing that whatever it was making her breathing a difficult task would stop. Her fingertips held tightly to her throat which now seemed to be closing on its own. Desperation clung into Jane, and anxiety only grew higher.

She wanted to scream for help but it was all useless, only a few gasps and strange unrecognizable sounds would come out. So this is how I die? she asked herself for a moment in pain. During this exact same moment some people could say that ‘they saw their whole lives pass ahead of them” being a near death experience, but Jane had nothing on her. She recalled nothing from her past, she couldn't even remember her own name, and instead she was like a shell… empty. She didn’t know anything of herself, only that she was in danger not only from the possible murdered of the bloody girl but from something within her, under other circumstances and had she known that she had asthma she would have had an inhaler, asthma was taking a toll on her and there was nothing she could do.

What a way to die! Dying next to another girl that I didn't know, or do I? Maybe I killed her?! Is this Karma taking place? she asked alarmed, frightened at her own self. It was then when she felt a strong hand grab her shoulder as it shook her whole body, “H- hey! Get your act together! I don't want to see any deaths anymore!” he said with a strong and firm voice. Jane turned around to face the man who moved her abruptly in shook. Her eyes opened wide open surprised at his words, "Hell...p" she finally managed to say. “Comon, breath in and out, damn it! You have asthma or something?" he asked with concern that continued to surprise Jane.

Asthma huh? She didn't remember anything, but this was the only reasonable answer. She grabbed the stranger’s arm tightly searching for something to lean on noticing she was about to collapse. Don’t trust him! her inner self said eyeing the bloody girl besides her, You don’t know him!. Despite her own inner debate she decided to trust him, after all it didn't seem like she had many options at hand.

Grabbing tightly to his arm she decided to breathe slower, hoping that her anxiety would disappear along with her troubled breathing, breathing in counting 1... 2... 3... 4... and finally breathing out, 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6.... She tried speaking once again after finally releasing his arm from her hard grip "I'm sorry about that..." she finally said looking gratefully at the man who strangely seemed just as confused as she did.

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He was already this confused with his own situation, now this? He didn't want to get deeper involved with her. That's for sure. But something didn't let him leave her. It was, honest, a very annoying feeling. He didn't want to feel that. But he did said all those stupid things to her. Greg wondered how more crazy he can get.

Even because him being flustered, utterly confused what to do, he even didn't manage to hear what she was saying that time. But his head started to work:

"Hell...p"

She was asking for help. Well, not out of place for her situation. As she suddenly grabbed his arm tightly, he wanted to push her away, but remembered she was sick and didn't bring him to do it after all. There was some moments where he thought that she was about to die, but he didn't manage to open his mouth to talk to her. Her grab was even stronger and stronger, felt like she wanted to get him injured badly, but something in his head told him that she was induring something and needed to grab on something. In this case, it was his arm. And yes, it hurt. But as she did something like she wanted to lean on something, he quietly leaned her on the wall, not averting his eyes from her face, wasn't sure to be worried and stay by her until she probably dies with no oxygen like that or get far away from her so he wasn't accused to be her murderer... he was surprised that he even get this logic options in this silly situation. Silly? No, it was a serious situation. A case, where right and wrong could be twisted, just like that. With his confused state, he was sure, he'll do nothing than thinking... just like this. He sighed, lightly shook his head, as the woman in front of him finally showed some affort to breath normally. Inside, he was cheering on her. As then, after some unbearable seconds of instability, she lifted her head and looked at him. And their eyes met.

"I'm sorry about that..."

Awkward. That was the first thought of Greg as he heard that. Sorry? For real now? What was he apologizing about? He was puzzled with her answer, thinking useless things and then slumped on the floor, right in front of her. Still looked averted at her. Did she meant his arm, probably? It wasn't hurting anymore, he forgot the pain because of the tense situation just now. Still, he rubbed his hand slightly.
Again he was playing with the thought to ask her about all of his unaswered questions in his head. But seeing her... she was as confused as him, was she? He wondered. So he asked the one question, that was a big riddle for him too: "W- who a- re you?" With a shaken voice, still was shocked about the situation just now. But he felt a bit of... relieved too. And that question will do... for now that is.

[OOC: Sorry took so long answering..., not my best post, I'll make up for it next time, sorry ^^"]

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There was a long silence as soon as she apologized, and for a moment she felt awkward and uncomfortable knowing she should have probably said thank you rather than "I'm sorry", even so she didn't regret apologizing to this man. After all he had saved her life and she wanted to apologize for her hard grip on his arm, she felt even more apologetic when she saw him rubbing his hand carefully, making her feel the need to apologize once again. However she didn't apologize, instead she was still in shock of the situation, of seeing the dead woman and her asthma attack.

This time she realized something else, they were trapped, more like imprisoned, but why? She couldn't remember anything about this place, or more importantly she couldn't remember who she was in the first place. What have I done?! Why am I a prisoner? She continued to look surprised at the man, she was still not able to talk at ease as she still suffered the aftermath of her asthma attack.

It was then when the man spoke again, "W-who a-re you?" to which Jane was left speechless. She stared directly into the man giving him a desperate glare full of questions and confusion. She remained quiet for a long and her eyes moved to the sides. In desperation her hands moved to her hair ruffling every strand of hair they could, wishing that somehow her brain would give her an answer to... well to anything...
Instead she was left with a blank, she was like a clean slate, a clean canvas. She finally let her troubled hair alone and stared back at the man, "I... do-n't know... I... can't re-member.... ANYTHING" she was finally able to speak, more like mutter. Her voice came out almost as a faint whisper slowly becoming louder.

Her colored eyes continued to gaze into his,"... Why are we here? What do you know?!" before she even allowed him to respond she spoke rapidly again, "Tell me everything you know. she said now starring into the cold dead body of the girl, sobbing in fear and terror, "Please!" she finally begged in tears.

OOC: I'm also sorry for replying SO late! I will be more active promise!

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There was a long silence as soon as she apologized, and for a moment she felt awkward and uncomfortable knowing she should have probably said thank you rather than "I'm sorry", even so she didn't regret apologizing to this man. After all he had saved her life and she wanted to apologize for her hard grip on his arm, she felt even more apologetic when she saw him rubbing his hand carefully, making her feel the need to apologize once again. However she didn't apologize, instead she was still in shock of the situation, of seeing the dead woman and her asthma attack.

This time she realized something else, they were trapped, more like imprisoned, but why? She couldn't remember anything about this place, or more importantly she couldn't remember who she was in the first place. What have I done?! Why am I a prisoner? She continued to look surprised at the man, she was still not able to talk at ease as she still suffered the aftermath of her asthma attack.

It was then when the man spoke again, "W-who a-re you?" to which Jane was left speechless. She stared directly into the man giving him a desperate glare full of questions and confusion. She remained quiet for a long and her eyes moved to the sides. In desperation her hands moved to her hair ruffling every strand of hair they could, wishing that somehow her brain would give her an answer to... well to anything...
Instead she was left with a blank, she was like a clean slate, a clean canvas. She finally let her troubled hair alone and stared back at the man, "I... do-n't know... I... can't re-member.... ANYTHING" she was finally able to speak, more like mutter. Her voice came out almost as a faint whisper slowly becoming louder.

Her colored eyes continued to gaze into his,"... Why are we here? What do you know?!" before she even allowed him to respond she spoke rapidly again, "Tell me everything you know. she said now starring into the cold dead body of the girl, sobbing in fear and terror, "Please!" she finally begged in tears.

OOC: I'm also sorry for replying SO late! I will be more active promise!