Holly Fortein's Story

Holly Fortein
Weather: Cloudy, Time: 8:45pm

Sitting at the table, her hand writing notes as the Professor ranted on about the topic of pyschology, Holly listened and tried to pay attention as best she could but she was running on empty, having been awake since six am. Today was a long day for her and she was just ready to head to her apartment and pass out. The Professor finished her lecture, reminded the class of the five page paper that is due next week. Holly gathered up her books and notebooks, putting them in her bag as she got ready. She talked with a few of her friends for a few minutes before she said goodbye and headed out to her car.

Her parents wished for her to actually live in a dorm but she preferred her apartment, she did have a roommate but with their different schedules they didn't see much of each other. She drove to a store first, she was in need of something to eat and she hasn't been able to stop at the grocery store this week, so food was scarce in her place. She bought a cold ham sandwhich, a bag of potato chips, and an iced tea. It wasn't the most healthy dinner but she was in ths mood for something quick. When she paid for the food she thought someone was looking at her and looked around but no one seemed to be paying attention to her. She shrugged her shoulders as she grabbed her bag and headed out to her car.

As she was getting in the car she started having that weird feeling again that someone was watching her but she saw no one when she looked around. She quickly got into her car and peeled out of the parking lot. She drove the ten minutes to her place and made it inside pretty quickly and made sure to lock the door. She headed into the kitchen and put her stuff down on the table as she looked threw the mail that was left on the counter for her.

A knock at the door made her put down her mail and cautiously head to the front door, she opened the door but no one was there. She took a couple steps out and looked around "Hello?" she said a bit loud but no one answered. She turned around to head back in but there in the door was was an older man in a white coat wearing glasses. "You should lock your car..hahaha the man said, Holly went to scream as she saw the guy raise the bat but next thing she knows she was out.

Weather: dry; Time: Unknown

Holly was still unconscious as her small body was thrown onto the mountain of rubble, her head was slightly bleeding and her clothes were ripped, and her white, blonde hair looked tangled and dirty. She stirred slightly but she couldn't seem to wake up at the moment so she was unaware of the two other people in the room.

Tamsin Taylorson
Cloudy
2200 Hours

"Peter, I'm heading out now," the teal haired girl called to the one guy still left at the station. He called back in return, but she was already out the door by then. Tamsin yawned and looked at the dark sky, the looming clouds giving her the feeling that it would be raining soon. She sighed and silently cursed herself for not bringing an umbrella. If there was some sort of weather god up there, she could only pray that he wait to let the rain come down until after she'd gotten back to her apartment. It was a good distance from the station, but the coffee shop where Genesis worked was only a few blocks down the street. From there, one of them could drive them home to their shared apartment.

Some might consider it odd that the two were living together, but despite their differences the twins were close. They attended different schools though and were looking to major in different things. There was also the fact that they didn't know many people here, as they had moved to go to college. She did miss her parents, but at least she had her twin by her side. With him, things weren't as lonely.

She began to whistle as she walked down the dark street, occasionally illuminated by a street light. There were hardly any drivers out around this time. It was a bit eerie to walk these few blocks by herself in a quiet part of town. But she was almost there, just a block more and she would be ok. Still, she felt unnaturally paranoid tonight. It didn't make sense though, given that she had walked this same route day after day. What was different about tonight?

You're psyching yourself out, idiot. Just get to the shop and make sure Genesis hasn't had too much caffeine. Tamsin shifted the camera bag on her shoulder, adjusting the strap so that it wasn't digging into her neck. Inside was her digital camera, though she made a mental note that she would need to use her 35mm in the next few days to complete her project. The familiar movement comforted her, if only for a moment. She sighed, looking up again to find a lone figure standing in front of her. She froze, completely panicked. The stranger, a bald man in a white coat, chuckled. It brought her back to her senses. She turned to run, but the time it took to do a 180 as apposed to a 90 degree turn cost her. The man's hand was already on her shoulder, pulling her back forcefully. Another chuckle arose from him as he hit her with something. "You shouldn't walk home alone...hahaha..." Tamsin fell heavily onto the side walk, a small trickle of blood oozing from the side of her head.

Genesis Taylorson
Drizzling
2213 Hours

"Plenty of sunshine, comin' my way, zippity do da, zippity eh," Genesis sang. Or rather, he attempted to and it was probably a good thing that no one else was here. It was about time to close up shop too, but he liked keeping it open for Tamsin when she came from the radio station. She had a habit of neglecting her needs such as eating and sleep in order to pursue her photo career. For once, it was him taking care of her. He had just finished brewing one last pot for them to share and had already gotten her usual bagel with jelly ready for her. All he needed was for her to walk in the door and he could leave.

His manager had left a few minutes ago and trusted him to close up the shop. He might be an odd character, but he was never one to give people a reason to distrust him. He was friendly enough and had never so much as cheated on an elementary school spelling test. Genesis flicked the radio off and turned the store room lights off. He proceeded to the counter and made sure everything was in place before grabbing the two cups of coffee and balancing the bagel on his arm. He figured he would wait by the door for her, just to her know that he hadn't left her behind.

It had begun to drizzle now. Genesis found himself daydreaming until a knock at the door pulled him back to earth. He looked outside and saw a man standing there. He sighed and set the drinks and bagel down before opening the door. "I'm sorry sir we're clos-" He was cut off by a sudden thwack against his head. He blinked helplessly before falling into the man's arms.

Tamsin Taylorson
Dry
???? Hours

Her eyes fluttered, not wanting to open to the light. She moaned and rolled over, hearing and odd mix of crunching and rustling. Weird, since when did her bed make this noise? Tamsin slowly opened her eyes to find herself entwined in the rubber of an old tire. She laid amongst a pile of rubble and had slowly made her way down towards the lower portion of the pile. "Wha.." her speech was slow, partially from the head trama and from confusion. She was aware of something crusting over on her face and it felt like it was in her hair too. "Where..." Her eyes closed again as she fought back a headache, wondering what had happened. She was walking and...

It came back to her and she forced her eyes open again. She'd been walking back to the shop, to Genesis and then there was a man. And now she was here, lying in a pile of rubble with no idea where she was. Tamsin's fingers slowly moved to her head, where the drying matter was. She scratched at it and then looked at her fingertips. It was unmistakeably a rusty red color, the color of drying blood. She opened her mouth to scream, to say something, to cry, but nothing came out. She was too in shock right now to process all of this at once.

She unwound herself from the tire and looked around the room, noticing that at least three others were here as well. Two of them were awake, but one still appeared out cold. The two awake were a boy and a girl. The boy had striking red hair, while the girl looked to be more of a plain Jane. "What is this?" she asked them, her voice croaking. She looked around again and noticed a blob that looked a lot like her twin. "Genesis?" she mumbled, hoping that it was him. The blob stirred and revealed itself to be him. "Genesis!" she yelled loudly before cringing at the echo of her voice bouncing off the walls. she hadn't realized how confined the room was until now.

Genesis Taylorson
Dry
???? Hours

Whoa. Did he drink something funky last night? He sat up on his elbows and glanced around, his eyes falling closed when he tried to open them. He was aware of his sister yelling at him. Oh, what he done now? Genesis sat up and then fell sideways, sliding down a hill of something. Was he camping? No, that couldn't be right. He forced his eyes open and looked over at Tamsin, who had red goo on her face and caked in her hair. It couldn't be... blood? He seemed to have landed in a horror movie.

"Tamsin, what did you do?" he groaned, picking himself up and shakily standing. He leaned against the cool wall for support. Dumfounded, he could only stare at the people around him and the massive pile of dirt and rubble in the middle of the room. There were two other females here and at least one other male. Where was he? And what was all this junk? He looked at the other two conscious bodies. He hadn't seen either of them before, at least that he could recall. "Who are you? I'm Genesis," he told them happily, trying to make the most of the situation.

"Where the heck are we?" he asked, trying to walk towards his sister. His legs moved slowly and he was unbalanced, but he eventually got close enough to her that he didn't feel like he had to yell for her to hear him. "This does not look like Kansas," he mumbled to himself.

Oliver Rue
Raining cats and dogs outside
Time:11:13 PM

Oliver laid back on his couch with a fresh bowl of buttered up popcorn. His Shasta can laid unopened at his feet, and the remote at his finger tips. The windows were drowned from rain, and nearly everybody in the building was out sleeping. The DVD inside it's player began to spin, and the 'commercials' began to play. Oliver felt more relaxed now then he had ever been in his life.

Although most people would find this hour the time to sleep instead of watch horror movies, Oliver was a night-owl and had enough rest for today. The only reason he became one though was because his work schedule changed, and all the shifts were rearranged. Oliver was the unlucky one who was the first to take the night shifts, so he might as well change his classes time as well. A lot of complications were beginning to evolve with this new change, but tonight was his day off. And as soon as he got done with his work report and his five-page writing assignment, he found that it was time to relax.

Oliver was getting ready to watch a certain horror movie that his buddy Fred kept telling him about. He said over and over to Oliver, "Dude you gotta see this one..!" Although Fred isn't the best person to come to for movie advice, Oliver had seen commercials for this specific movie months before so he though he'd give it a shot. He bought the DVD from the store earlier, and walked back to his place. Oliver did have an odd feeling that night, but he put it off saying it was nothing. But the same feeling occurred once again when he got to his apartment... strange. Oliver made sure to lock the door with each one.

The horror movie was just beginning to introduce the main character. The screen was a little blurry though, which reminded Oliver to put on his Glasses. But as soon as they were on a sudden, loud knock came from his front door. Oliver jumped, but soon came to the conclusion that it came from the movie. He calmed and laughed at himself for getting scared so early, then continued watching. But then the knock came again. Oliver blinked confused, and paused the movie to wait for another knock. When it came, Oliver stood up and wiped the crumbs away and ran to go get it. He suspected his next door neighbor Henry probably complaining about the TV noise. But when all the locks were off, and the door was ajar, Oliver could see no one. Oliver was a little frightened, confused, and suspicious. Was the movie really getting to him? Maybe it was a bad idea... It seemed he had been hallucinating the knocks, most likely because the movie was frightening him already. He closed his door slowly."Some other time..." He sighed, locking the door back up again. He'd always have time for the movie once he got back on regular schedule. Oliver walked back over to the couch, but before he could shut the TV off with a remote, a voice spoke up from directly behind him. "Not so fast, ehehehe..."

Oliver's eyes went wide and he skipped a heart beat. He spun around as quickly as possible, and saw the old looking man. Before Oliver could spit out a word, the man sent a firm bat into Oliver's stomach. He fell over, consumed in pain. For a few moments, he laid on the floor groaning. The man sent another blow, and Oliver went silent.

Oliver Rue
Dry, for the most part
Time: Unknown

Oliver woke up on the ground, still feeling the pain as if the damage was done just moments ago. His arms and legs moved to conceal his stomach, hoping to make the pain stop for just a few moments. But it had only made it worse. His eyes squinted tight until it was bearable, then opened them half-way. He sat up, still holding his stomach tightly with one arm. Awake for only half a minute, he could already tell that this didn't look like his Apartment. From the looks of it, This was some sort of cell...? A rather dirt one too. And he didn't seem to be alone, either. From the looks of it, about 5 other people were in the room with him. But why...? Oliver moved to adjust his glasses to see the people better . But by doing this, he found out that one of the lens had been broken. He sighed again. "Great..." Oliver put his hand back onto the dirt covered ground, trying to get a good look at the others with only one lens. "Does... Does anyone know where I am...?" He asked, rubbing his face.

Rissien L'Regge
Dry
Unknown Time

Thud. Landing right next to him and instead of on top of him this time, a girl fell to the floor, a mass of white hair covering her face which was now becoming dirty, blood staining the innocence of white. Rissien couldn't find the energy to move, his limbs in too much pain. He looked to the other girl who had landed a top of him, Kiara, who was already moving towards the small mass of limbs. The girl seemed to be knocked unconscious. The girl with the brown hair and black framed glasses was checking for breathing, and a pulse. She gave a sigh, Rissien took that as a sign of relief; the girl must be okay. Kiara lifted the girl from under the shoulders moving her down the slope a bit, out of landings way. From then, Kiara didn't move from the girls side, and sat there, watching for signs, making sure she was okay. On the other hand, Rissien looked upon his own wounds, only finding a few bad grazes, nothing too serious. The way he had landed was obviously from the previously taught barrel roll. He managed to stand, wobbly on his legs from the pressure he had absorbed.

Walking forward, Rissien had taken for assumption how small the room was. The room, in fact, was much larger than he previously thought. "This room would have to be able to hold a couple hundred of people," He said out loud. Loud enough for Kiara to hear.

Thud, thud. Two more body masses landed on the hill of rubble. "Wha...Where..." A female build, slowly unwinding herself from a tire "What is this?" A croaked voice came from the female. Rissien turned around to see a male land beside the female - obviously having to be related. "Genesis!" The girl called out. Rissien walked over, slowly to the new fallen people, being aware of his wounds. He nodded towards them; doing what he could only do, wait for a reaction as he had no answers to their questions. He was speechless. A reply came from the male, "Tasmin, what did you do?" He groaned. The male looked around at that point, seeming to have noticed the other people in the room, he stood. "Who are you? I'm Genesis," he announced happily. Rissien winced, this was nothing to be happy about. "Rissien, that's Kiara," Rissien said blatantly, pointing over the brown-haired female who gave a little wave in their direction.

Kiara Wilson
Dry
Unknown Time

Kiara waved over to the new comers and the next question came from the male, Genesis he had stated. The girl beside him, looking much like him, seemed to be called Tasmin as he had called her earlier. "Where the heck are we?" Kiara felt hesitant, having already known what the place was after much consideration. The place was large, and round shaped. She had read about it once in a book, and then again in a newspaper article about some guy who got rich from a dead relative. Speaking up quietly, Kiara replied. "An under chamber, I'm not sure. For all I know, this could be some guy's basement..." Kiara was quiet, looking down as she spoke.

Thud.

Another body hit the floor, only inches away from the people before Rissien. "Does...Does anyone know where I am...?" The voice came from the boy after he recovered. He was wearing glasses, and started rubbing his face. "Under chamber?" Kiara said again, more uncertainty in her voice. The girl beside her still hadn't moved a muscle, but was still breathing. She bent down to check for her pulse again, which was now beating at a normal healthy pace. For now, Kiara found it safe to say she was going to be alright. Looking towards the new group of people she found she would be situated with, she decided that she should best know her surroundings. Walking out of the light that everybody seemed to drawn to, Kiara walked outside of the circle that the light provided, where it felt much cooler, colder, as if the light was the only source of heat they had. Walking outwards, Kiara dragged her feet, knowing that if someone were to follow her, they could hear her footsteps.

"Hey!" Came that familiar voice of Rissiens, "Don't go to far! I think we should stay as a group!" His voice sounded unnatural against the stone walls, covered in moss. The silence was deafening, making Kiara feel nauseous. She should be use to silence, working in a library and all. But this silence felt unnatural, she missed listening to the turning of pages in a book and the sound of buzzing computers, the tapping of the keyboard and scribbles of pens. She stopped in her tracks, turning to face the voice. The five people she was leaving behind were illuminated by the light that was coming out of the ceiling. For some reason, Rissien looked nervous speaking so out of place. He didn't look like the type to talk out of place, probably the more reserved type.

"But how else are we going to get out of this place?" Kiara's small voice came in reply.

"How do we know how large this place is?" Rissien pressed back.

"How will we find out?" Kiara crossed her arms over her chest, knowing she'd already made up her mind. "We can't just sit here. Besides, that man that hit me unconscious could be back." Kiara realised that was the first time she had remembered him.

"Did some guy hit you?" She asked suddenly. Rissien's body froze. "Uh, yeah. White coat, black glasses, bald." Rissien's description was vague, but it didn't match Kiara's so well, but it was almost accurate. Silence hung in the air for a little while, realistion settling on their shoulders, in their mind.

"We should move as a group," Kiara said matter of factly. "If we find an escape, we can't just split up, hoping the other half will find their way out," She consulted with herself, finding it would be the most reasonable thing to do. She started to walk back to the people before her. Rissien nodded in approval.

"We need to wait for the girl over there to awaken," His voice was back to being soft, calm. Reserved.
Kiara sat back down beside the girl on the floor. "Did anybody else get hit by a man?" Kiara asked to the whole group this time.
"More specifically, I got hit by a bat. He had actually walked me to a strangers house...I wasn't going to let a stranger walk me to my own home," Kiara defended herself from the looks she copped from Rissien.

"He stalked me to the local shops, hit me with a bat too," Rissien nodded, agreeing.
Kiara and Rissien awaited answers from their new fellow comrades.

Holly Fortein
Weather: Dry, Time: Unknown

When the brown hair girl moved her from the spot she landed, Holly slowly began to wake up. She felt hands touch her, checking for a pulse. A small escaped her mouth as she kept her eyes closed, trying to figure who else was in the place also. She heard a couple of thuds and then a couple of new voices. Her head was pounding and she wanted to reach up to feel her head to makesure there wasn't any open wounds but that would have to wait.

As the voices talked she listened, she heard four different voices, two females and two males. She heard one of the females, the one beside her, mention the place as an under chamber. She heard another thud and another voice asking where they were and the female beside her answered again. Then that girl, Kiara, checked her pulse again then started walking around. One of the guys, Rissien, told Kiara that we should stay as a group. She listened them talk back and forth, then when she was mentioned she thought it was time to open her eyes.

Holly blinked her eyes a bit and sat up straighter, she looked around and saw the different faces of the people she was listening to. Her hand went to her head, feeling something sticky and warm, she brought her hand back down and saw there was now blood on it. She moved her legs so they were now brought up to her chest "this is not good, not good at all.." she whispered.

Hearing Kiara and Rissien mentioned the man she looked at both of them "I was heading home from class, I stopped at a store to get some food. I think he got into the backseat of my car while I was in the store. I drove home, went into my apartment, heard a knock at the door, opened it...no one was there. I turn around and that same man...bald, white coat, glasses, bat...standing there...he then hit me" her hand went back to her head and she let out another sigh.

"Oh im Holly" she said as she looked at each of them "we really need to find a way out of here."

Oliver Rue
Dry
Time: Unknown

Oliver heard his response, and let out another sigh. He sat back, trying to think about this a bit more. An 'Under Chamber?' That wasn't exactly the answer he wanted, but it was better then nothing. The girl who answered him sounded slightly unsure about it, which meant she didn't know for sure. He sighed, and took a closer look of the moss covered room for himself. The area he was placed in looked like it might have been underground, but that was just an educated guess that anyone could make. He began to wonder if maybe it was something like a cellar...? it was underground, and had quite some space. Except it was filled with people instead of boxes. It might have just been emptied to put the people here though. So many possibility began to come to Oliver, but he kept them to himself. The answer was bound to show its self sooner or later....

Oliver watch the people bicker and plan, and said nothing. He was attempting to figure out the reason to why so many people around his age were all trapped in one 'Under Chamber'. In fact, they might not have been the only ones. For all they knew, this man could have been kidnapping millions of kids.... When they began talking about leaving, He was a bit unsure himself about how they should act on that, and if they should attempt to escape or not. But he agreed one thing to himself; The best way to stay alive was to stay near the others, and finding the exit together might be quicker, and a whole lot safer. If someone was to wounder off by themselves though, they could easily run into the old man again. Staying put would have been the best, but again if they stayed for too long he could come back and... who knows what he would to to them.

Oliver heard the other's describe their kidnappers. It sounded as if it was the same person, and some creepy stalker had been planning this for a while. How else would he know how to get into their homes, and know where they went? Oliver soon found his place to speak, and cleared his throat. "I'm... I'm not exactly sure about what he looked like to me... it was dark. But from the looks of it, it sounds like the same man kidnapped us all... He used a bat every time though... Why? Any kidnapper would know to use chloroform, unless he wanted to kill us..." he stated, finishing it by clearing his throat again. Oliver stood up slowly, coughing and still holding onto his stomach. "I'm Oliver.."

Rissien L'Regge & Kiara Wilson
Dry
Unknown Time

"I was heading home from class, I stopped at a store to get some food. I think he got into the backseat of my car while I was in the store. I drove home, went into my apartment, heard a knock at the door, opened it...no one was there. I turn around and that same man...bald, white coat, glasses, bat...standing there...he then hit me," kiara shivered at the thought of the strange man, so freely walking into the girls house. She introduced herself as Holly. It's always good to put a name to a face. Kiara shivered at that thought again, wondering what the man's name could be. The kid with the glasses then took his opportunity to speak, "I'm... I'm not exactly sure about what he looked like to me... it was dark. But from the looks of it, it sounds like the same man kidnapped us all... He used a bat every time though... Why? Any kidnapper would know to use chloroform, unless he wanted to kill us.." He introduced himself as Oliver. Nice, so now everybody finally has a name. But something that Oliver had said lingered in the air. He pointed out that the man didn't kill us, so we're meant to be alive. And it wasn't some accident that he accidentally left us alive; no. He wouldn't let six people stay alive if he wanted them. Rissien began to wonder where the hidden camera's were and when the sick camera crew would jump out and scare them, trying to convince him that it was just a prank.

Kiara had wondered around the edge of the light that filled the room, peering out into the darkness. "It's big," She said out loud, stating god knows what.

"Huh?" Rissien turned to face her.

"This room. It's large. It's been built to hold a large number of people," Kiara pushed her glasses up her nose that had slightly slid down. She was rubbing her arms like she was cold, but Rissien knew better that it would probably be shivers from such sick thoughts.

"We can't just sit here anymore; the girl - Holly," Kiara stopped to smile in the direction of the girl, "Is awake now. We can proceed, can't we?" Kiara looked at the people before her, turning to Rissien to see if he would come, seeing as he was the only person who stopped her before.

Tamsin and Genesis Taylorson
Dry and Dirty
???? Hours

The twins remained quiet as Rissien and Kiara talked, discussing the room they were in. Neither knew what exactly an 'under chamber' was, but could guess from its name and their current situation. Genesis in particular was almost fascinated with the concept of being trapped underground. Numerous horror stories and sadly even real life stories described one being trapped in a dank room, clueless to where they were and never allowed out. He had never known that there was a name for it. He'd have to remember that the next time he watched Saw. He glanced over at his sister who had a noticeable pout on her face, which he assumed came from the fact that her camera was gone. If there was a way out of here, then he was sure that Tamsin would find who was responsible and hurt then for taking her camera.

As the other two, Holly and Oliver, introduced themselves Genesis happily gave the smile, hoping to cheer them up a bit. They were recounting their experiences before arriving here. Tamsin poked him. "What about you?" she asked. He told her about closing up the coffee shop when the man had appeared. "Oh, I was almost there when he hit me." She looked anxiously at Kiara, who seemed to be the most knowledgeable of the group. She could only hope that she knew what she was talking about.

Oliver's words disturbed both of them. Why were they alive? Unless, the man wanted them to be? Tamsin was about to voice her opinion when the girl with glasses cut in again, suggesting that they move now that everyone was conscious. She also stated they were in a large room, but she doubted it. Genesis on the other hand nodded in response. "Yeah, I'm all for getting out of here." He walked to the edge of the light circle, squinting into the shadows beyond before looking back at the others.

His twin was not so sure that they should move. Would if this place was booby trapped? Then they really could end up dead. "Are you sure about this?" she asked hesitantly. She didn't want a giant rat attacking her and she was still pissed at the guy for taking her camera. "I mean, if there's something else in here it would be better to know where it is and what it wants so we could avoid it if it proves lethal." She looked to Genesis for support, but he was already venturing outside of the light circle.

Oliver Rue
Dry
Time: Unknown

Oliver was a little confused when people were already saying that they wanting to leave. Were they all nuts? This isn't like the haunted mansion at Disney land, people. Nobody knows where this kidnapper is, or what he plans to do. But staying put and waiting sounded like the best option to Oliver right now. if they stayed put for just a little longer, they could figure out a plan to keep everyone alive. He didn't like this cellar anymore then the rest of them, but what if someone else was to be thrown down here too? They would be left alone, and could get themselves easily killed. Something none of this group wanted to be, if they all thought sanely. Yes, waiting for at least another half hour would be best if someone else was to get kidnapped, or if they were going to make a plan.

Oliver listened to one of the twins statements, and nodded in agreement. Yes, the kidnapper could possibly have guards to keep the kidnapped from escaping. If him or one of the others were seen, they might be put back into the cell, or just killed. It was a very strong possibly, and it gave more reason to just stay put. When he was ready to speak, he pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose and took a step closer to the bruised up group. He looked around for a moment, then spoke. "Now, hold your horses everyone. Going out into the open without a clue of where an exit is, is just stupid... We need to plan this out first now. We know the man isn't in here, so he's probably somewhere out there. Waiting for us to try and escape." He let that sink in for a moment. "We need some defense in case we run into him again! Does... Does anyone have a knife..?" he asked, looking expectantly to the people around him.

Rissien L'Regge and Kiara Wilson
Dry
Unknown
Sanity: Crystal Clear

"Now, hold your horses everyone. Going out into the open without a clue of where an exit is, is just stupid... We need to plan this out first now. We know the man isn't in here, so he's probably somewhere out there. Waiting for us to try and escape." Olivers voice came crisp and clear.

Kiara raised an eyebrow, looking at Oliver as he continue to speak. "We need some defense in case we run into him again! Does...Does anyone have a knife..?" Oliver stopped talking, silence consuming noise.

Kiara shook her head, "I'm sorry, but what defense is there?" She wandered over to the huge pile of dirt that everybody had landed on. It was just one, huge pile of dirt in the middle of the room. Lazily, she took of her glasses, wiping them on her shirt as she spoke, "Oliver, we're more likely to die waiting, than trying to find a way out. If he wanted us dead, we'd be dead," She replaced her glasses back onto her face, pushing them up the bridge of her nose. "And, simply because we aren't dead, means yes, he could be waiting somewhere, but it doesn't mean we can't try to escape," Kiara said sternly. "The only thing we'll get out of waiting is death, starvation and thirst," And with that, she crossed her arms tightly across her chest.

Rissien remained silent, watching the debate between the two. Rissien was slightly forming a plan on his own accord anyway. Clearly he was considering a lot more things than the two before him put together as he wasn't trying to rush things. He sat down against the hill, legs propped up at 90 degree angles, his elbows on his knees. What was out there? They wouldn't know as they hadn't even explored the entire room yet, and they hadn't bothered to even listen to the silence, trying to maybe listen for something that isn't there, or maybe hear any footsteps or voices other than their own. Were there doors to the under chamber? Obviously with something as old as this, people wouldn't just drop to the bottom without not having a way out. That would just be plain stupid. Rissien was actually certain there had to be doors leading to some where. But between himself and the others to whatever door that may be around the room was a lot of darkness. And that generally wasn't a good thing seeing as nobody had a light on them, assuming everybody had things taken away from them.

Rissien considered the possibilities of exploring the room as a group or as a separate group. As a group, they wouldn't have to double back to get the others if they found a way out, but separated they would. Being separated in general appealed to be a stupid idea on it's own. What if the mad man was waiting for them? There was now six of them and one of him. Surely they could think of some plan that could injure the man himself to escape if he was waiting. Rissien sighed at all the possibilities before deciding he should probably speak up.

"Well, Kiara is right," Rissien stated, speaking up. Kiara smiled, pleased with herself. "She's right about waiting. The only thing that can happen is starvation; ultimately death," this scored Rissien a raised eye brow of Kiara. Obviously not the sentence she was expecting. "We do need to explore this place, whether it's dark or not. It's an under chamber. Years ago it could have been used as something else. How would people come and go from this room?" Rissien left the question in the air, not expecting an answer.

"Doors," Kiara replied quickly. Oh she was smarter than Rissien thought. He smiled, "Yes, doors. Somewhere in this room, has to be a door and if we can find it, we have found ourselves a way out." Rissien concluded his little speech, looking back to Kiara.

"But we can't see anything, we don't know what's out there. We can't naively go out there unprepared," Kiara knew she would gain approval of this statement from Oliver. "But again, we can't keep sitting here."

Rissien sighed, fearing Kiara might go on a ramble around in circles about how they can't keep sitting here. Obviously they couldn't; that was suicide. What if the mad man came back to check on them? Rissien then stood. "Let's go," He said, authority coating his voice, a statement that sounded like it shouldn't be reasoned with.

"We can't see!" Kiara protested, clearly in conflict with herself. Rissien shook his head, "Doesn't matter, our eyes will adjust. Maybe it's not as dark as we think it is in contrast to the light," Rissien then started walking forward into the dark.

Sanity: Uneasy

The Doctor
Weather: Rainy
Time: 7am

Rolling out of bed groggily, the man slipped on slippers to protect his feet from the cold wooden floors. He was smiling, unlike normal people when they wake up in the morning. However, he had something to truly smile about. He had done it. He had captured all six of them. Perfect specimens for his next grand experiment. A pout crossed his lips, remembering how his last experiment had turned out. It could talk, unlike all the others and what it had to say was noting coherent. It was pure nonsense and was useless for the doctor. It's body parts were far too stretched, for one it's mouth touched it's chest and it's stomach was located somewhere in the lungs. The doctor smiled mischievously, "Oh but how it turned out so well!" He clapped his hands at the thought, heading out of his small bed room into his office located down at the end of the hall from his bed room. He was to check on his experiments today and see how they were fairing, not even concerned of the prisoners he currently held captive.

Peering at his computer, looking down the nose of his black glasses, he had seen that no progress was made by his experiments, still lying down on their steel benches, not moving. They were definitely talking, which the doctor was so very pleased about this time round, but they weren't as pretty as the old ones. These ones heads were placed too perfectly, their legs matched too closely to that of their legs. Too accurate. The doctor frowned. "They were meant to all be different this time," He was slightly peeved at this fact, before peering at his true four lines of eight beauties.

Encased in large glasses, big enough to hold a fully grown man, were dolls. Dolls that were so life-like that they could have been real people. But oh no, the doctor knew for certain that they had been real people. 'Had been' being the key phrase. "Hahahaha," The doctor laughed happily. "Oh you all look so beautiful today! So perfect! Oh how I wish you didn't struggle. You would at least be able to talk like your cousins," The doctor then glanced back to the page which viewed his yellow and greyish forms of mass. One of those experiments was now trying to move it's fingers, groans and incoherent babble leaving it's lips. Its left eye had sunken in, as if it could not blink - which it wouldn't because it had no eye lid - and the other was too large to fit in the socket, hanging off the nerve. This didn't seem to bother the experiment. The doctor smiled, so pleased with himself. Like a father looking at a new born child.

As the world child entered his mind, he remembered of his daughter. But as quickly as he remembered her, he just as quickly forgot.

Tamsin and Genesis Taylorson
Dry and Dark
???? Hours
Paranoid and Sane

Tamsin agreed with the boy called Oliver. It would be best if they stayed put and learn their surroundings, in case they would get separated. She looked at Oliver like he was crazy as he asked for a knife. "Yes, let me just pull that out of my hair," she replied sarcastically. Given that she didn't have her camera, something told her that this man wouldn't just leave a knife on one of their persons or give them free weapons. At best, they could try and find something in this pile, but that could take a bit. She sighed and the tensed look she had faded. "We could look for one in this mess though," she suggested, hoping she hadn't offended him. She was an honest and sarcastic person and not the best with handling people. That's why she had Genesis, except he was ready to walk into a lion's den and would be ok with it.

She pursed her lips as the Rissien and Kiara began talking, objecting to the idea. It would be hard if nobody was in agreement with each other. By now, Genesis had stepped back closer to the group and shrugged. "If we can get out, we should at least try. The worst that could happen is death, but if we get out we'll have a great story to tell." His near indifference could be alarming to some, but he was honest like his sister: just in a different way. He turned and walked back into the darkness, disappearing from sight.

A verdict was made: they needed to know where they were and try to find a door. That much she could agree with. Tamsin stepped forward, blinking furiously in an attempt to get her eyes to adjust. She held her hands out in front of her and walked briskly, which might not have been the best idea. She wasn't sure how far she had gone when she hit something, but it wasn't a door. It was just the wall of the room and she'd practically smashed her hands into it. Ouch. "Ergh!" she cried, cursing the room for being dark. "I found a wall," she called to the others, rubbing the palms of her hands.

Genesis meanwhile was bouncing happily through the dark, not worried about bumping into anything. After all, Kiara had said that it was a room big enough for a large group. He giggled as he heard his twin's annoyed cry and started walking in the direction of her voice. "Marco!" "Polo," she replied half heartedly.