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Post by Madge Baker on Jul 9, 2016 13:14:41 GMT
Everyone had been carefully placed outside of the mausoleum doors, in the grass of the garden. They had been in the garden before, but this time held a significant difference. This time the doors to the mausoleum were open. Wide open, inviting them in. There was nothing but darkness and tombs on the inside. Corpses laid in stone caskets with their picture on top. The pictures had all been taken post-mortum, meaning not all of them were very pretty, but Madge had done her best. Most prisoners were already presumed or known dead. Some however laid among them that no one had known to have lost their lives. No one but two. It had been an easy, swift deal. Gas the victims, let her little henchman do the rest. She had actually truly appreciated the help with moving them. The wheelbarrow was an okay option, but by no standards an easy one. By the door was found a heap of tea candles and a few boxes of matches to help light them if anyone wanted to pay their respects. In addition the garden was teeming with flowers in full bloom. There were many ways to honor and remember your loved ones departed here. The mausoleum held one more secret, however. At the very back of the building, covered in darkness and unconscious from the gas laid a man. Madge had had to gas him before removing his shackles, although he had been quite too weak to attack her even in a conscious state. She took no chances, the risks in this place were far too great. Specially for her. Watching the cameras planted, however, it was clear that he was now waking up, stirring in the darkness, soon to witness people moving into the mausoleum by the big, bright and open door.
List of dead characters: Ruber Keen, Theodore Hale, Shang Teng, Evelyn Snow.
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Post by Adam Guillon on Jul 9, 2016 14:16:51 GMT
The feeling of the cold floor on his cheek was slowly waking Adam up. How long? How long has it been since he last slept in a bed? Days? Weeks? Months? Time was a distant notion in this hell. Grunting, Adam tried to lift himself up from the ground with his arms but he was still dizzy and the lack of light and activity had weaken him. When was this nightmare going to stop? He ended up rolling on the ground and laid on his back. His head was aching like hell. Adam placed two fingers on the base of his nose to ease the pain. That's when he noticed. The shackles! The familiar sound of the chain that had followed his every moves for god knew how long was gone! Realizing that gave him enough energy to sit down. He stayed like this for a while, staring at his free wrists, in disbelief.
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Post by Messua Freya Ouédraogo on Jul 9, 2016 19:12:15 GMT
Messua woke up slightly confused. It was still uncommon to her waking up, but still not being able to see something. She sighed and sat up. A breeze let her hair fly in her face and she blinked surprised, more than because it was a habit then it was necessary. She stroke her black hair back behind her ear. That wasn't her room anymore. Definitely not.
Messua took a deep breath of the fresh air. She was back in the garden, she assumed. Her hand felt the grass underneath her and she struggled slightly. What was she about to do? It wasn't that she could stand up and walk around like she wanted. Well, she could, but she would probably get lost in the huge garden. Messua bit her lower lip. Her pride somehow forbid her to ask for help, but she felt lost on the otherside as well.
Carefully she stood up, her legs shaking slightly. What to do? She felt weird staying there. Waiting. For actually nothing. Messua turned her head around, trying to hear a voice or noise, that might help her lead a way, but she only heard the wind. Another sigh slipped out of her mouth. She was alone or the first one awake. And her politeness forbid her to call out for someone. She disliked to wake people up too roughly.
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Post by Adam Guillon on Jul 9, 2016 19:40:51 GMT
A slight change in the light pulled Adam back to reality. Light? This damned place had always been deprived of light so where was that light coming from? Looking up, Adam noticed that the mausoleum gate was open and someone was standing in the light. A shape was all he could distinguish for now but he could tell that, even though it was a feminine one, it wasn't his jailer's. The first thing that came to his mind was: 'rescue'. But on second thought, it could also be one of his jailer's accomplice... or even an hallucination.
Though, it was an opportunity he wasn't going to waste. Cautiously, he stood up, trying to be as silent as possible and started moving slowly, almost like a wild animal. Now that he thought of it, he was probably looking like one since he hadn't had a bath in a while and was so desperate that instinct was taking his actions over. He had always been a true pacifist but, right now, he was ready to do anything it took to get out of this hell, including hurting that woman if he had to.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Jul 9, 2016 19:43:39 GMT
John had laid down on the grass and closed his eyes and was just waiting for people to finally wake up. As he heard some rustle he knew someone was up already. He spent a few more moments laying still. Then slowly starting to move about a little to stretch as if. Slightly opening his eyes a bit, then closing them as if he wasn't accustomed to the sunlight. In that glance he saw one person sitting up. Recognizing it to be Messua. Groaning a little he pushed himself to sit up. Looking around. He knew by now who were here, and to be honest some people had been a bit of a shock to him. But that was something he had no power over. Standing up he moved to Messua and gently tapped her shoulder. "You need help?" He asked her softly. The scars on her face were healing pretty nice but he could see from the blindfold that she couldn't see anything.
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Post by Messua Freya Ouédraogo on Jul 9, 2016 19:53:04 GMT
Messua tightened slightly, when someone suddenly tapped her shoulder. But hearing the voice calmed her down. She knew the person who had just touched her. "Maybe.", she joked, slightly relieved that it was John, who awoke after her. "I'm a bit indisposed, you know. Someone liked to play games and I was invited to join.", she chuckled bitterly. "We are back in the garden, right?", Messua moved her head around, still trying to figure out, on which part of the garden she was and if there were potential tripping hazards nearby.
"I wonder why we are here this time. There is no one to rescue or being killed right now, aren't they?", she had enough of this at the moment. "Maybe I should sit back down and stay were I am."
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Jul 9, 2016 20:01:35 GMT
John shrugged, but then remembered that she couldn't see it. Mentally cursing his foolishness, he didn't have experience with blind people. "I don't know why we are here." He said to her. "I don't see any game items. There is a building there that has it's doors open, so I suppose we are expected to go in there. But to do what I have no idea." He explained. "Perhaps let's wait for other people to wake up." He suggested. "You could sit down and rest for a while." He said kindly and smiled a little, not really sure if she could see that.
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Post by Messua Freya Ouédraogo on Jul 9, 2016 20:14:12 GMT
Messua chewed on her lower lip for a while after listening to what John said. Then she shook her head. "No. Would you lead me inside? Please?", it would be better to wait for others to wake up, but she was too curious to go inside the building. Since he mentioned there was no potential danger outside here...
Messua noticed that she wouldn't even be able to see anything in the building, ironically, but at least she could try walking around and get used to her blindness. "Hey hero!", she waved her hand, "Let's go already."
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Post by Adam Guillon on Jul 9, 2016 20:14:13 GMT
Adam froze when he heard a man's voice. How many people were there? Attacking blindly without knowing the number of opponents wouldn't be wise but he couldn't just stay here. What should he do? His heart was beating like crazy.
He cautiously moved to the wall and approached the gates, unseen. The discussion continued and his hopes rose when the girl pronounced the word "rescue". But what was all this talking about a "game"? What part of this twisted situation could be part of a "game"? If it was one it was utterly sick. Though, the man's words were kind of encouraging: so they were only two to be awake for now? That was a precious piece of information.
Adam looked around him for a potential weapon and his gaze fell on the pictures of the departed. He hesitated for a moment to vandalize one of them but he was so desperate that he grabbed the picture frame and smashed it on the wall. He had to be swift, he knew that. He picked a piece of glass on the floor, ran to the man that had his back to him and placed the broken glass under his throat. "If you make a move, you're dead! Who are you and where the hell are we?"
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Jul 9, 2016 20:23:39 GMT
John's eyes widened a little when Messua so bravely wanted to go inside. Was this woman brave or just fool hearted? As he was pondering that he suddenly felt a pair of arms around him and something sharp on his throat. A new guy? He thought in his head. Being threatened like this was not something he enjoyed to be honest. "Hold up Messua, I think you got a rescue mission after all." He said sarcastically, trying to keep the annoyance in his voice to a minimum. "My name is John." He said to the man who was holding his life at knife point. "And I don't know where we are. Someone kidnapped us all and keeps us here to attend their sick games now and then." He explained as calmly as he could.
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Post by Messua Freya Ouédraogo on Jul 9, 2016 20:31:31 GMT
Messua tightened. Where did this harsh voice come from of all sudden? And rescue? What did the man do to John? It had to be a man, cause the voice sounded definitely manly. She frowned. What the hell was just going on here? Slowly she felt annoyed. "I would be very pleased, if you could introduce yourself first.", she mocked.
It seemed like the man was another prisoner and he just joined them. If he would be in a room with someone before, he would maybe be still pissed but not that aggressive. She made a few steps towards John, at least to the point she assumed he was. "I take him left and you do right.", she joked.
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Post by Adam Guillon on Jul 9, 2016 20:36:13 GMT
Adam was unsettled by his hostage's answer. Could it be? Well it would have been in his jailer's style to have organized such twisted things but how could he be sure it was the truth? He knew he was a poor judge of character and trusting him right away, in his actual position, probably wasn't the right thing to do. "Can you prove it?" he asked, hoping the man could since the only alternative possible now would be for those people to be his jailer's accomplices.
When he noticed the girl was moving, Adam warned her "Don't move or I'll cut his throat out!" , moving his improvised blade closer to the man's throat.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Jul 9, 2016 20:52:18 GMT
John felt again uneasy when the man again repeated his threat. "Messua please, this is no time for jokes." He said almost commanding and little bit begging. Somehow this situation was not the best to come up with proof of him being a prisoner. So far his own stay here was a relative walk in the park. "Look at my hair, I had to shave it all off for a game. You can still see the scars from the cuts that I nicked there." He said. "Look at our clothes." He said to the man. "Do they look like something people would wear if they had a choice for having clean ones everyday." He explained. "And look at her, up to a few days ago she could see." He said meaning Messua, letting his anger show a little bit in his voice.
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Post by Adam Guillon on Jul 9, 2016 21:01:40 GMT
"........" Adam's gaze went from his hostage to the brown haired woman. Somehow, the man seemed to be willing to cooperate and that was a good sign but still, his bold head and their cloths weren't actual proofs, specially given that Adam's were in an even worst state. But the girl's eyes... Now that was something else. Why would a kidnapper choose to have a blind woman as an associate? That didn't make sense. Adam's grip softened. "How long have you been here?" he asked, his tone being a little less aggressive.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on Jul 9, 2016 21:03:30 GMT
Kida stirred after a little while. She felt the dull throb in her eyes as she forced them open. She couldn't just lay there though. She wasn't on a bed. Which mean, she was in another game. She felt sick, but forced herself to roll over. From her position, she could see a man holding a knife, brandishing the weapon at another with a girl nearby. She was so far away though. The drug was still in her system. She wouldn't be able to act fast enough to save anyone.
But she had to try.
She forced herself to her hands and knees, despite the way it made her head swim. Her mind demanded that her body move, try to assist, help save someone for once. The games were wearing on her and she could not bear to be helpless once again as someone else got hurt. Her hand reached out, but with a good ten or so feet between them, the act was quite fruitless. Soft, weak. She hated it. She used to think herself so confident, so sure of herself.
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