Name: John Daniel
Age: 13
Hair: Dirty blonde
Eyes: Light blue
Clothes: Skinny jeans and a leather jacket with a white shirt.
Personality:
Usually shy and reserved, right now more than ever. He is easy to panic and scare.
History: John is the only child of Lord Daniel of Glasgow. He was a bastard son with the maid, which caused the spitting up of Lady and Lord Daniel. He kept his richness to himself, having no worries in life at all apart from bullying. He was often seen as the 'cool kid' in school but they never knew he was actually filthy rich. He liked it that way. People treated him funny if they knew. Now he's here he's wondering why. He's petrified.
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John Daniel
"W-W-Why?"
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The Dark Dark House
a character in “Welcome. Actually no.”, as played by BOO!
Description
So begins...
John Daniel's Story
John's eyes shot open and he sat up. He was shaking uncontrollably in the corner of the room, seeing the others. They looked around his age, but much calmer. He put his head in his hands taking deep, controlled breaths and hoping to lessen the shaking. His face was wet and cold, Am I dead? Did I drown? No.. No it's something... thicker than wate--... The realization soon came to Mr. Daniel. Blood. His hands shook tremendously as he gradually took his hands from his face. Blood. John's breathing was shallow and short, panting almost.
He wanted to scream but he couldn't find his voice. All he could do was stare. Blood. Why was there blood on his face? Did he hurt someone? Was he hurt? Was there blood on the floor? He quickly scrambled to his feet in search of answers. He wasn't in pain - or he was too numb to feel it. Although there were boys all around, looking his age also. But they were on the floor, asleep? Dead? Who knew?
"I-I... I-..." He tried to talk but couldn't, his breathing too quick and his eyes slowly starting to flood with tears. "W-Whe-- Why--" He balanced against the wall, trying to hold himself up but feeling incredibly faint.
He wanted to scream but he couldn't find his voice. All he could do was stare. Blood. Why was there blood on his face? Did he hurt someone? Was he hurt? Was there blood on the floor? He quickly scrambled to his feet in search of answers. He wasn't in pain - or he was too numb to feel it. Although there were boys all around, looking his age also. But they were on the floor, asleep? Dead? Who knew?
"I-I... I-..." He tried to talk but couldn't, his breathing too quick and his eyes slowly starting to flood with tears. "W-Whe-- Why--" He balanced against the wall, trying to hold himself up but feeling incredibly faint.
"CJ," Ainsley whispered, "Who's that?" he let go of the boy near the door. CJ saw John and pointed over at him. Ainsley nodded. While they were rivals they would just have to be friends...for now. The two had started a little truce and they didn't have to speak to know they did it.
Ainsley walked slowly up to John. Of course, he didn't know it was John. And John probably didn't know it was Ainsley. "Don't panic. There's a lot of," he tripped over the same guy again, "Well, dude, hell, sorry, I'm killing you today," before turning back to John, "unconscious people. Who are you?"
CJ laughed. "You know nothing about people. Loner. He's clearly gonna faint. Dumb dumb Ainsley. Not as smart as your grades say." Ainsley felt like strangling him, but he kept his cool on. Maybe for John's sake.
Ainsley walked slowly up to John. Of course, he didn't know it was John. And John probably didn't know it was Ainsley. "Don't panic. There's a lot of," he tripped over the same guy again, "Well, dude, hell, sorry, I'm killing you today," before turning back to John, "unconscious people. Who are you?"
CJ laughed. "You know nothing about people. Loner. He's clearly gonna faint. Dumb dumb Ainsley. Not as smart as your grades say." Ainsley felt like strangling him, but he kept his cool on. Maybe for John's sake.
"I-I-I-I'm.. I'm John...." He tried to control his voice. "Who..." He swallowed hard, pushing back the tears in his eyes. "...who are you?" He pushed off of the wall, steadying himself and doing his best to stop panicking. "Why are we... um... well, where are we... And... e-erm... ... w-w-why is there.. blood on my face..?" John examined the blood on his hands from his face yet again, the sight of it making him feel rather faint again.
"You know nothing about people. Loner. He's clearly gonna faint. Dumb dumb Ainsley. Not as smart as your grades say."
John looked at the other boy. They knew each other? He looked back at the other boy, now known as Ainsley. "No, no.. I-I-I'm... I should be... okay. Just about." He nodded, more talking to himself than the others.
"You know nothing about people. Loner. He's clearly gonna faint. Dumb dumb Ainsley. Not as smart as your grades say."
John looked at the other boy. They knew each other? He looked back at the other boy, now known as Ainsley. "No, no.. I-I-I'm... I should be... okay. Just about." He nodded, more talking to himself than the others.
"I'm CJ and this is Ainsley," CJ said. Ainsley stuck his tongue out at CJ.
"Don't worry about the blood, we all have blood on our faces. Other than that, I don't have a clue," Ainsley added.
"Shut up you don't have a clue about anything," CJ snapped. Ainsley looked pretty hurt, and turned around, kicking at the door. "Are you two gonna help me or what?" he scowled. CJ crossed his arms and strugged his shoulders. "Shouldn't we wait for these guys to wake up?"
"Don't worry about the blood, we all have blood on our faces. Other than that, I don't have a clue," Ainsley added.
"Shut up you don't have a clue about anything," CJ snapped. Ainsley looked pretty hurt, and turned around, kicking at the door. "Are you two gonna help me or what?" he scowled. CJ crossed his arms and strugged his shoulders. "Shouldn't we wait for these guys to wake up?"
John was a little baffled by their snapping at each other but wandered over to CJ and examined the door. "All three of us should run at it... The weight of us would help take it down and your strength would be a major factor.. I'm not very strong at all. He frowned, looked at CJ and Ainsley. "That is, if we want to get out at all.. Who knows what's out there...?" He nodded, smiling and feeling himself finally become calm.
"Leave it to me,"CJ grinned, running at the door a couple of times, before sitting down. Ainsley sighed, "On three. One. Two." He didn't say three, sending CJ crashing into the door, wincing a little. "Okay. Serious now. One. Two. Three!" Ainsley said, still laughing at CJ.
They threw themselves at the door.
They threw themselves at the door.
John smiled weakly watching CJ try and bash the door down. He then laughed, whilst watching Ainsley trick CJ again. He nodded and prepared to run at the door, wailing a horrific cry whilst he ran. As he made a collision with the door he squealed and the door creaked, then falling with all the of them on it.
Ainsley did a little triumph after getting up. CJ brushed himself down. A long dark corridor. Three doors on the right, two on the left. There are lots of pictures of boys with things like Sir Albert 1897-1910 written underneath, all thirteen years old. "Gee. I thought I was good at Maths. All of the answers are thirteen," Ainsley whispered.
"Because that's right, dingbat," CJ hissed.
They approach the last door on the left. The door is slightly open. There is spiral stairs twisting down. CJ slipped inside without a thought. Ainsley looked worried.
"Because that's right, dingbat," CJ hissed.
They approach the last door on the left. The door is slightly open. There is spiral stairs twisting down. CJ slipped inside without a thought. Ainsley looked worried.
John brushed himself off, rising to his feet. He looked around, examining the halls. "Gee. I thought I was good at Maths. All of the answers are thirteen."
"Because that's right, dingbat."
John frowned and looked at the pictures. 13? "But... I'm 13 too..." His brain started to tick... tick... tick away like a detective on the case of a great mystery.
He followed them to the left, with the door which was slightly ajar. CJ had quickly went inside. "W-Where.. are you going?" John spoke up.
"Because that's right, dingbat."
John frowned and looked at the pictures. 13? "But... I'm 13 too..." His brain started to tick... tick... tick away like a detective on the case of a great mystery.
He followed them to the left, with the door which was slightly ajar. CJ had quickly went inside. "W-Where.. are you going?" John spoke up.
CJ ignored John. "I'm 13," Ainsley chirped up. "Wait...oh sugar...should we follow him?" he glanced through the door at CJ, who was pulling up loose floorboards. It was an empty room. "Umm...found this," CJ mumbled, leaving the room. It seemed to be an anagram: NIJO HET CITYSOE.
"Is that German? Latin? French?" Ainsley questioned.
"It's none of them. You're stupid," CJ scoffed.
"Is it...Greek?" Ainsley asked.
"No, it's not a language. Unless...anyone here fluent Dutch?" CJ said.
"I am!" Ainsley yelled. "AND ITS NOT DUTCH!"
"What do you think it is, John?" CJ handed the piece of paper to John. It has a coffee stain.
"Is that German? Latin? French?" Ainsley questioned.
"It's none of them. You're stupid," CJ scoffed.
"Is it...Greek?" Ainsley asked.
"No, it's not a language. Unless...anyone here fluent Dutch?" CJ said.
"I am!" Ainsley yelled. "AND ITS NOT DUTCH!"
"What do you think it is, John?" CJ handed the piece of paper to John. It has a coffee stain.
John sheepishly took the paper, his mind still working overtime. Maybe from panic. Most probably from panic. "I... I don't think it's... another language." John was fluent in German, Spanish, Swedish and Latin. Some of the letters could have been Latin, and there were no accents above the letter. What was the derivative of the Latin language? Some of the English language, Greek... Maybe it was just.. an anagram? "Does anyone have a pen I could borrow, please?" He quickly patted his pockets, his lucky pen falling out. "Oh, never mind." John knelt down, picking up his pen and laying the paper on the floor.
"I think it's an anagram. I used to do these all the time!" He re-wrote the words on the paper below it. "N-I-J-O... Join...? If so the next would be.. maybe 'The'?" John nodded, then looking up at the boys. "I'm not sure I'm doing this right..." He muttered, glancing at Ainsley then down to the paper.
"I think it's an anagram. I used to do these all the time!" He re-wrote the words on the paper below it. "N-I-J-O... Join...? If so the next would be.. maybe 'The'?" John nodded, then looking up at the boys. "I'm not sure I'm doing this right..." He muttered, glancing at Ainsley then down to the paper.
"That sounds right," Ainsley agreed. CJ pulled a face. "Nerds," he muttered.
Ainsley's mind started turning like clockwork. "Do you think there are more in other rooms...and if there are other people?
Ainsley's mind started turning like clockwork. "Do you think there are more in other rooms...and if there are other people?
John frowned. 'Nerd'? So rude... Mr. Daniel quickly made the assumption that he and CJ wouldn't get along all too well. "But.. what's the last word? Join the...? Society? S... Something." John frowned harder, sitting back and staring at the paper."
"What society?!" Ainsley looked shocked.
"I think you already know," CJ grimaced.
"For gods sake CJ I'm sorry my dad ruined your dad and then my dad died and your dad got rich and then we ended up sitting next each other in stupid Maths but get a grip!" Ainsley looked upset and angry, before turning back to John. "I think we should wait before progressing downstairs. We need to see if it's safe, we know there are other boys in the room we woke up in. The person who brought us here was potentially dangerous if they could get us all here." He started to walk back towards the room they were originally in.
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Lexi Scott sat down in the room where the boys woke up. "Why am I doing this?" she sobbed quietly, looking at the little knife she had in her hand, blood-stained from the boy's faces, her red hair hanging over and covering her face.
"I think you already know," CJ grimaced.
"For gods sake CJ I'm sorry my dad ruined your dad and then my dad died and your dad got rich and then we ended up sitting next each other in stupid Maths but get a grip!" Ainsley looked upset and angry, before turning back to John. "I think we should wait before progressing downstairs. We need to see if it's safe, we know there are other boys in the room we woke up in. The person who brought us here was potentially dangerous if they could get us all here." He started to walk back towards the room they were originally in.
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Lexi Scott sat down in the room where the boys woke up. "Why am I doing this?" she sobbed quietly, looking at the little knife she had in her hand, blood-stained from the boy's faces, her red hair hanging over and covering her face.
"What society?!"
"I think you already know."
"For gods sake CJ I'm sorry my dad ruined your dad and then my dad died and your dad got rich and then we ended up sitting next each other in stupid Maths but get a grip!"
"..Um.. Come again?" John stared blankly at them. "Your dad... ruined... just... what? If there's something you're not telling me.. I'd really appreciate you letting me know... Because to be honest, right now, I'm terrified and I just want to go home." John frowned with his bottom lip quivering a little. "And you two are confusing me greatly."
"I think you already know."
"For gods sake CJ I'm sorry my dad ruined your dad and then my dad died and your dad got rich and then we ended up sitting next each other in stupid Maths but get a grip!"
"..Um.. Come again?" John stared blankly at them. "Your dad... ruined... just... what? If there's something you're not telling me.. I'd really appreciate you letting me know... Because to be honest, right now, I'm terrified and I just want to go home." John frowned with his bottom lip quivering a little. "And you two are confusing me greatly."
Ainsley took a long sigh. He turned around from the door he was about to walk through, to escape the situation. "My father is dead. CJ's father and mine worked together. But my father had a better idea," he began.
"No, your dad got sacked," CJ murmured.
"Yeah, whatever, so he destroyed CJ's father's business," Ainsley continued.
"And then?" CJ smirked.
"BOOM," Ainsley scowled.
"It doesn't matter now anyway, you coming in here with me, John?" Ainsley asked, not bothering to invite CJ. He walked into the room before standing very still. "Guys...back up slowly..." he started walking back. Lexi had stood up and pointing her little knife at Ainsley. "Boo," she said. Ainsley screamed. He had a very girly scream.
"No, your dad got sacked," CJ murmured.
"Yeah, whatever, so he destroyed CJ's father's business," Ainsley continued.
"And then?" CJ smirked.
"BOOM," Ainsley scowled.
"It doesn't matter now anyway, you coming in here with me, John?" Ainsley asked, not bothering to invite CJ. He walked into the room before standing very still. "Guys...back up slowly..." he started walking back. Lexi had stood up and pointing her little knife at Ainsley. "Boo," she said. Ainsley screamed. He had a very girly scream.
"But.. what does all of that have to do with a society?" John asked but he thought that question fell upon deaf ears. He got to his feet and stuffed the paper in his pocket, along with his lucky pen. "Guys...back up slowly..." Mr. Daniel froze and daren't move again. He noticed a girl - rather pretty - holding a knife at Ainsley. Ainsley's scream was not far from his own, he had thought, but again daren't make a comment or sound as he may draw the attention of the knife-wielding-teen. He backed away, very very slowly, the floorboard very very faintly creaking under his weight.
"Nobody moves until someone tells me what's going on," Lexi whispers. She looks innocent but she knows it's an act and nothing more.
"We know as much as you," Ainsley squeaked.
"You're Lexi Scott. You're a girl," CJ raises his eyebrows, "Footballers daughter," he explains to the others how he knew that.
"Three...two...one...run!" Ainsley yells, before dashing down the stairs, closely followed by CJ. Lexi drops her weapon in surprise.
"We know as much as you," Ainsley squeaked.
"You're Lexi Scott. You're a girl," CJ raises his eyebrows, "Footballers daughter," he explains to the others how he knew that.
"Three...two...one...run!" Ainsley yells, before dashing down the stairs, closely followed by CJ. Lexi drops her weapon in surprise.
John panicks as the others start to run. He doesn't want to run, he feels like he can't. "I-I-- Wait--!!" He tries calling to the others, before attempting to run past the girl through being significantly further away than the other two. He trips on her foot as he passes, squealing and almost falling flat on his face. He crawled from under her quickly.