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You find yourself awakened in a dark room. There are others in there, but you have not yet realized. A tape plays, as an automatic
"Greetings young adults. You have been brought here, for your past. You are all connected in some way, and you must find out before you are killed by one another. Certain rooms are traps, and some rooms hold the key to your survival. Collect all 20 keys before 120 hours are up. When the light switch comes on, you will see your fellow companions, or enemies. The large door at the south end will be the only way out, but there is no way to get through without the twenty keys. When the 120 hours are up Don't forget that you also have to match them up. Good luck to those, who follow my rules."


Rules:

Jigsaw is offlimits xD
I'll PM the participants or post a map or something.... But it may seem all 'fun and such', but the keys are very hard to get.
No godmod
no flamming
no controling any characters
no killing each other characters
etc...


Character Format:

Name:
Age: (Teenager!)
Gender:
Past: (Must have!)
Bio: (Optional)
Appearance:
Other:

After we have 8 players, There will be NO more entries, but PM me if you'll really stay and Roleplay, and I can make a special occasion. But, you have to write me a one paragraph/5 line essay on why i should pick you if there are already 8 players.

We'll start when we hit 8 players.

Victims >3

Name: Jordyn Bell
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Past: She grew up alone, always taking care of her little sister once her parents had died. She never made friends, and plenty of people wanted to be-friend her, but she always thought that if she made friends and that if they betrayed her, she wouldn't be able to take the heartbreak. She already had enough emotional problems
Bio: She is a very nice caring person, and she loves her nine year old sister. She would never hurt her and always protect her.
She was walking home from school one day, until she was grabbed and pulled into a truck. She woke up to a dark voice, greeting her.
Appearance:
Other: She has epilepsy.




Name: Holden Grey
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Past: He was raised by his brother since their parents never cared much about either of them. Soon, his brother joined the army and left him alone with his parents who always hated him and called him a failure at everything he had ever attempted. After he graduated High School after nearly dropping out, he too joined the army to get away from his parents. He left as soon as possible since he had an extreme hatred of war. His brother died right after Holden joined the army. The last place he remembers going to is a bar, using his brother's I.D. to drown his sorrows.
Bio: He's very smart. Has a dark sense of humor due to his past and is somewhat suicidal at times. Holden hates hypocrites, himself, and people who complain too much. He hates a lot of things but usually acts somewhat nice.
Appearance: He has brown eyes, dark brown hair, and stands at about 6 feet tall. Holden wears combat boots most of the time just because "they fit his style". Wears dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt.
Other: Has quite a few unusual talents...almost all of them are pointless in this type of setting though.



Name: Isabella Crescent
age: 18
gender: female
past: family was wiped out by a mysterious person 14 years ago, but her memory was hazy. she ran away with only a faint scar above her eye from the strangers katana. her cat came with too.
Bio: Orphan, as you learned earlier. adopted by a foster family at six. she works at a flower shop and lives in the apartment above. at a private school.
appearance:
other: hates leeks. a lot. she's five foot 4



Name: Harold
Age: 18
Gender: male
Past: His parents were murdered when he was little. He had been taking care of himself until he was abducted.
Appearance:


Name: Jacob Finn
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Past: He was alone, alone as in no one around at the time, alone with only himself. At least he thinks that. Mostly, he just wants to see what he's capable of in a tight situation, too bad he's a wimp when it comes down to it. He's sick of being the branch and twig of all other peoples. In his past, he was just wanting to read or do something. And that something excluded from being abducted. Which he did get his just rewards for wandering the streets at night.
Appearance:
Other: Five foot Six. Hates people being sad most of the time.



Name: Joshua Chambers
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Past: Josh has been in an emo rockband in San Francisco for the last five years of his life. He has a history with women and doing drugs, though anyone that knows him knows he is a good person despite his problems. He lives with the three other members of his band in a large apartment on 46th street close to Central Park and was out one night, looking for inspiration for his next song... when he was abducted and awoke in a small room, no idea where he was...
Appearance:
Other: muscular body type, carries a hidden pocketknife, height = 5' 11''



Name: Darren Black

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Past: Darren hasn't had the best past. From being pushed around, to being abandoned by his parents, it's just been a pain. Now, he lives with his grandparents, but doesn't see them much due to the fact that he is nearly never at home. Instead, he prefers to spend his time exploring his surroundings and getting into trouble. When not doing that, he's usually very quiet and simply lurks in quiet spaces. There are several gaps in his past that he tries to fill in.
Now, Darren has been abducted and will soon find himself somewhere different than anywhere he's ever been. For reasons he does not yet know.
(Sorry if it's lame. All I could think of at this hour. =/)

Bio: (Optional)

Appearance: Darren (ignore the writing at the bottom. Lol.)

Other:

Warning. This story may contain material not for readers under the age of 14. If you chose to read this, it is your own fault, and if you don't want to read it, then don't. I want no complaining because my next chapter may be up shortly.
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Chapter 1: I'm Her Host

Her heart beat was in tune with mine, her movement went along with mine, and she was hungry, like I was.
Pregnancy is a bitch, but i love it. I love the feelings of taking care of a baby. Everything was perfect and everything, was wrong. my hands wrapped around the bulge on my torso. It was small, but I knew she was there. The wind blew towards my face, pushing my dark hair out of my tan dark face.
A puddle of water laid at my feet. It rained and continued to rain. The drops grazed against my face. I bent over slightly looking at my reflection. My eyes glistened with the ghost of my past. Blue...very blue. It was beautiful, and rare on my type of heritage. My body was Puerto Rican, and my eyes were blue.
I was so beautiful, and I was jealous of the next slut he chose. Knocked me up and got my pregnant, the stupid bastard.

My shirt and shorts were soaking wet. I was shivering and frowning. I looked down the street, at the club he picked me up at.
I was waiting for him to come out, to yell at him, to cry to him to take me back.
The bright flash of his white teeth caught my attention. They were mesmerizing, along with the deep beautiful velvet voice. Maybe I was jealous of him, and his beauty. Maybe that's why I went with the one night stand.
I lifted myself off the rain soaked bench, and moved my sore body over to his. He was pretty good that night, but my body still couldn't take the soreness. His light brown eyes flashed at me. They were more beautiful than my blue eyes. They had an iron color to them, brightening them up.
His smile disappeared, and a look of horror appeared on his face. His body moved, as if a reaction to my stare triggered him to come towards me.

His brown hair shagged down his face, and the back of his neck. His tan skin was flawless. His hands pulled up as in defeat.
"Why are you looking for me?" he asked. I could have dropped to my knees and begged him to take me back. I could yell at him for the pregnancy, or I could just walk away. I did the inevitable.
"I'm pregnant," I blurted out. His face lit up, hie eyes grew wide and his mouth flew open. He turned his face and punched the cement wall, to my surprise it broke.
"This isn't happening," he said. His soft voice was a gruff, and he seemed in pain. His hand reached up to his forehead, and I could hear a stifled yell.
"What is wrong with you!?" he screamed. He turned around, and pushed me against the wall.
"What makes you so different from all the other girls?" he yelled in my face, closing the gap between us. He balled his fist around the collar of my shirt. I was in tears, and my face was purely wet. I cried out a few times, but didn't feel the guilt.

I closed my eyes, thinking he was going to hit me, by the way that he looked, but I was wrong. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. If felt like a whole minute had went by, but when i opened my eyes, he was gone. My back laid against the alleyway wall, next to the club. My heart was thumping. I took a deep breath and turned around, to see that I was alone in the black darkness.
Maybe he felt bad for me, or maybe e didn't want to hurt me. I just hoped that I wasn't in any trouble.
I ran all the way back home in tears. Of course I wasn't in any trouble. Why would I be? Maybe in his eyes, I might be in trouble, or I am trouble... But why didn't he hurt me before taking off?

I felt scared and I felt worried. My house came upon my view. I was almost there. Almost free!
I ran up to the steps of my parent's two story old house. I pulled out my keys, jingling through them for the key to the lock. I found the right one, and then, I felt a cold hand, grabbing the back of my neck.
"Scream and you die," a wry hiss approached in my ear. A quick gasp escaped from my lungs.
"What do you want?" I whispered. I felt the cold breath breathe down my neck.
"You," he chuckled. He pulled on my body, pushing his against mine. He put his face against my neck and took a deep breath. I was going to start crying again, but i didn't. I held strong.
"You're going to go up to your room. Don't talk to anyone unless they suspect something. Lie if you have to, and go to your room," he instructed.

"And what makes you think that I'll do all that stuff?" my voice crackled under his chin, as his face was against mine now, as if I were his property. He shoved me off and almost into the door. A low coughing laugh rumbled behind me.
"If you don't, you're parents are going to find themselves in an awkward position," he threatened. My throat suddenly felt tight. His hand was gone from my neck, and my heart stopped. I blinked, and when i turned my head, the strange man was gone. I blinked again, hoping that it was only my mind playing tricks.
I opened the door, shaking. My hands were trembling and I was breathing hard.
"Natasha?" my father called. I tried to keep myself up and walked in the living room. It was pretty old, but it felt like home.
"Yes?" I asked, moving around nervously.
"Your dinner's in the microwave if your hungry," he said. I nodded and went over to check, just for show.
I was hungry, and so was my baby. I was pretty sure that my mine was only playing games with me just a minutes ago.

I heated up the chicken my mother made. she was at work tonight probably though. It was a good thing for me. She was safe.
I heard a creak from above my head, exactly where my room was. I wasn't sure if my gather heard. He didn't seem to notice once I looked over at him.
"Nat?" he called out my nickname. After I finished, i put the plate in the sink, and walked in the living room, seeing him put on his jacket and hat.
"I'm heading to Joe's. They're playing poker and Rook tonight. You okay to be here by yourself tonight?" he asked.
NO! NO! Please stay! There's someone going to hurt me tonight! Or worse!
"Sure dad... I'll be okay," I cracked out. I was stupid for not asking to go with him, but with that stalker probably in my room somehow, I couldn't take the chance. He nodded at me and tipped his hat as he walked out the door. I heard the car door open and shut, then leave the driveway. My breathing was calmer now that he was out of the house. My heart was beating calmer now.
The same cold hand on the back of my neck, grabbed my arm and threw me on the couch. Strength was very essential to boys, but to pick me up and throw me!? Before I could jump up, he was on me, pinning my arms to the sides and sitting on my legs. I then saw his face.

He was average, but pale. He looked similar to the guy I was with a few weeks ago. Nathaniel. The guy that got me pregnant. His eyes were the same color brown and his hair was the same iron color shaggy style, but they were no twins. This one looked more joking and aggressive.
"Oh well... I tried to getting you alone, but I guess I didn't need to, with the non-libre away," he hissed. My shirt good stretchy tank was then ripped off, along with the still soaking wet shorts. I withered on the couch and screamed trying to push him off. I didn't know whether I was screaming in panic or defeat, but i wanted him off. He then somehow used his hand to pull off my last remaining clothing.
"Get off me!" I cried out. I felt the cold body pin me down, and something cold slip into my body. My eyes felt different now. The change was different when he was in me. I stopped fussing because my body was limp. I felt every violent tug, and cried in torture.