STOP!! D O O R 1 Behind the first door is a group of scientists. A little girl who looks around eight years of age lays sprawled out on a surgery table, unconscious. They seem to be discussing something rather important, as scans of the girl's brain are currently on display on a large, digital projection screen.
CHANCE 2 / 3 GO!!
STOP!! D O O R 2 The second office seems to exclude any patients. Two doctors sit on an examination bed. One has a cup of coffee. They chat casually to one another and seem to be close friends. You can't hear what they're saying.
GO!!
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ After a bit of discussion it was decided that they would flip the switch. Upon doing so, the room went black. The entire hall began to tremble and the room was engulfed in darkness for a few quiet seconds before four dim, orange lights mounted upon each wall began to flash. A loud steady beeping [ much like that of a truck backing up ] filled the silence and suddenly, the room began to grumble and shift. Oliver leaned against a wall to try and keep his balance. The ride through the blackness was short but unnerving, and when the room settled again, the orange lights faded away. The control panel beeped and prompted for the key again, glowing red. When the card was slid, the door unlocked and automatically swung open. A foul, indescribable scent filled the skinny white chamber, but all was dark on the outside. ❝Keep your voices down.❞ Bryan said before stepping out into the open. Oliver followed the trail of light he shone first up, then down. There was some kind of thick sludge. Mechanical parts were stuffed into the thick liquid and littered all about the large area. Above them, large grate fans wooshed, though the provided oxygen did nothing to get rid of the awful smell. ❝We'd have to jump . . . Or walk through it.❞ Jump. Oliver looked around at their group. Not everyone could do that, he guessed. For some reason they decided that everyone should walk through the sludge, even those who were capable of making the jump, and so Oliver reluctantly pressed forward - holding his shoes and cleaning up quickly when he could. Bryan peeked through the door before them, but said nothing, which left him to go check it out himself. So far the situation wasn't looking too promising. They decided to break off into groups. Some would stay, while everyone else would press on ahead. After a lot of discussion they finally decided. Evan, Lucas, Julius, and Freddie would go on ahead. Oliver wouldn't have minded but his arm and Pierce and no that wasn't happening. As the four stepped forth, he watched, and soon they had disappeared behind the door.
UNDERGROUND: Mini Choice - 01 FLIP THE SWITCH! // NOPE! You flip the switch! The entire hall begins to tremble and the ceiling light above you flickers just once before shutting off. The room is engulfed in darkness for a few quiet seconds before four dim, orange lights mounted upon each wall begin to flash. A loud steady beeping [ much like that of a truck backing up ] fills the silence and suddenly, the room begins to grumble and shift causing a few of you to lose your balance. It seems you're moving! The heavy door you entered from is shut tight, and the control panel glows red - signifying that your card will no longer unlock it. The ride through the blackness is short but unnerving and when the room settles again, the orange lights fade. The control panel beeps and prompts for the key again, glowing red. When it's slid, the door unlocks and automatically opens. A foul, indescribable scent fills the skinny white chamber, but all is dark on the outside.
UNDERGROUND: Mini Choice - 01 FLIP THE SWITCH! // NOPE!
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ Oliver felt for the guy. He hoped his sister would be found here. If nooot ... Bryan was finally able to pull himself off. He stretched, and then laughed. ❝Alright, well, sorry about that. I guess. We should keep moving. If Ollie here is right, then she'll — . . . they'll be down here. We're going to find them. Sound good to everyone? ❞ Now that they had found Pierce, Oliver didn't really care what they did. He supposed it would be nice to get to the bottom of everything and go back to Candlewood with what they came for, but ... Going deeper into this prison, or whatever it was, also seemed dangerous. ... He wasn't about to tell psycho Bryan that, though. Sophie entered Pierce's vault and Oliver watched, deciding not to interrupt them. He placed a hand on his shoulder again, frowning. It was beginning to throb dully with an annoying pain. Feeling was coming back to his fingers and he could move his arm a bit, but it hurt like a bitch. After some time passed, he found himself subconsciously drifting towards and occupying the space between Pierce's vault and another. Sophie left and he hovered in the doorway. There was something going on in another language so he stayed put to listen in for something that made sense. ❝... Pierce and I were set up for execution, in a month. There was something about testing, and when it was over . . . But they would only kill us if we didn't 'convert'. Which I assume means turning us into one of their citizens . . .❞ Maybe he was wrong about Noëlle and Jonathan, then. They only got a month? If she failed the conversion then wouldn't she had been killed off a long time ago? He folded his arms over his chest. Did that mean she had converted after all? Gaaah, he didn't understand. ❝Cane, do you know anything about this . . . 'conversion'?❞ The raven-haired woman turned to Lucas with a firm expression. Slowly, she began to shake her head back and forth, but then she stopped and bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes flashed with irritation. ❝It's too late for me now as it is, I guess it won't matter if I tell yer wot I know,❞ she muttered. ❝From wot I remember ... Conversion is - it's a difficult thin' - I can't right recall. It usually starts in ... Elementary school? Sometimes, wen yer outsiders stumble in ... they give it a go on yer. It's experimental, unstable and the like. Those who do convert basically vow their loyalty ter Bentley. But ... it's not just Bentley, there's something bigger, I just ... Well that's all I can remember, so 'ave at it wot you will. ❞ Jesus there was something freaky going on down here. Oliver wanted to take Pierce and leave. Just as he was seriously considering turning around ... ❝Oliver,❞ His breathing stopped and pain shot through his shoulder as he tensed. Oh. Pierce was awake. He was ... Oh. He felt like dying. Dropping dead to the floor. Where was Sophie? She usually had an 'I want to gut you' look in her eye, she should do that right about now. But he was also so, so relieved. ❝...Alive .... You're ... alive ....❞ Oh ... oh no. His heart dropped into the pit of his stomach and he turned around, meeting his eyes with hers. His expression must have been pitiful. He was so happy - this was so awful. ❝You came ... for me ...?❞ ❝Oh, Pierce,❞ he inhaled sharply and shook his head. Yeah, he had come for her, but it wasn't ... he wasn't ... Why didn't she remember?! She was right there! He gave her a small smile, masking any anger and guilt that was boiling within him and pecking the top of her head again like he had done before that night. ❝We need to talk later, Pierce. It's important.❞ Now wasn't the place or the time. He would talk to her when they were safe, in private. This wasn't something to cover up. He wasn't going to let it slip under the rug - she deserved to know. She deserved to hate him. ❝Hey um, guys, not to ruin the moment or, uh, anything. But shouldn't we like, get out of this place? Ya see, we had to acquire the key from someone else, and I really wouldn't want to stick around for when she, um, realizes where we are.❞ Right on time, Dennis piped up. ❝Dennis is right. Let's get on the move, then.❞ Sophie grabbed Pierce's hand and made eye-contact with him. He stared right back into her icy, pale eyes before maneuvering towards the front of the group and behind Lucas. He slid the access key and luckily they weren't prompted the control panel for a password. The door opened. A security camera buzzed as it turned to take them into view. As they took a few steps further inside, the camera followed them. They stood in a skinny all-white hallway. There were two huge windows to either side of them, but it was completely dark on the outside of them. Oliver spotted a light switch installed upon the far north wall.
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OP updated! [ I'll probably change the pink later ] Today is the last day to change your song. * u *
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♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ Cane was right. They entered the odd, white hallway and sure enough, the others were there. Bryan, Julius, Lucas, Evan, Freddie, and Torvald ... There were no greetings. Lucas immediately began to occupy Cane with conversation. At the end of it, he was given their key [ Oliver was not too happy about this ], and moved to what seemed to be ... a vault? What were they - in a bank or something? Nervously, Oliver stepped forward, examining the vaults. There were files posted up on the outside of them, and it didn't take long for him to figure out that they were some kind of prison cells. His heart started drumming up in his chest again and he felt lightheaded. Step by step, his green eyes flickered over the files, searching for Pierce. The hallway seemed to stretch on endlessly. Finally, his eyes settled on a someone familiar. Pierce. Pierce! Lucas wasn't at Pierce's door, though, he stood beside Bryan. Must've been Noëlle's vault. Oliver clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and literally pouted, leaning back against the wall between two vaults to wait. They opened Sophie's. Apparently she was alive. That was nice. She would probably murder him for what he had done, but he deserved it. Finally, Lucas crossed over to Pierce's door and Oliver stepped back. If Sophie was okay, then surely ... The vault door unlocked because apparently Lucas is a super genius who can crack all codes, and Oliver closed his eyes. This was a bit too much for him. He didn't want to look. If it was empty, or if she was ... dead, or something, he didn't know how he'd be able to handle it. Hell, even if she was ALIVE! How could he look at her? He didn't deserve to even speak to her. He felt sick to his stomach. No one chimed out in relief over Pierce's well being. When the door slid open, it was quiet - at least to him. Oliver couldn't bear it. His eyes fluttered open. A head of long brown hair could be spotted from underneath a thick white blanket. There was a small side table with a glass of water on it, and two unwrapped pieces of candy. Oliver stepped into the vault quietly and dropped to his knees beside her bed. His expression fell and rose in a few second intervals. His heart thumped in his chest as he lifted his good arm and peeled back the blanket to expose her face. Her breaths could be heard and he could see her chest falling and rising. Tears of relief and shame blurred his vision and he fell back onto the heels of his shoes, raking his fingers through his hair shakily. ❝Pierce,❞ he sighed, leaning back over her bed and shaking her shoulder gently. ❝Wake up ...❞ His finger poked at her cheek at first, just playfully, but then he was so relieved to feel her skin that he stroked it instead. He really thought she was dead. He really thought he had killed her. Did it even matter? She would never forgive him. If she did, Sophie wouldn't - he wouldn't. He pressed his lips together, burying his face into the edge of Pierce's pillow. Guilt near consumed him. And then ... ❝IT'S NOT WORTH IT! SHE IS NOT THE ENEMY WE ARE AFTER! DO NOT STAIN YOUR HANDS NOW. ❞ Something was happening outside of the vault. Oliver sniffled, wiped his eyes and scowled. Could they not keep it together? They weren't anywhere particularly safe to be yelling like that. Reluctantly, he pulled away from Pierce and stood to peek outside and into the hall. Bryan had a knife drawn and Julius was holding his arm. Everyone appeared kind of ... tense, but Cane was staring directly at Bryan with a rather calm physique for what Oliver assumed had happened. Noëlle wasn't in her vault. Ever since her disappearance, Bryan had been extremely irritable. Well, that was an understatement. Pretty soon there would be no calming him ... Oliver glanced back at Pierce with a sad expression and then shook his head, stepping back into the hallway. She would be alright for now. ❝Bryan, your sister is alive.❞ He stopped thrashing against Julius and Oliver continued. ❝You think she'd still have an entire vault reserved for her if she weren't? ... Obviously she's not here, but ...❞ It pained him to move away from Pierce, but if it stopped Bryan from slaughtering anyone then it was worth it. He took a step towards the opposite side of the hall, nodding towards one of the vaults he had seen earlier while searching for Pierce. It didn't have a file on the outside of it. ❝I think she's herself, too. If she were brainwashed or whatever Bentley calls it, then ... well, I don't think she'd have a vault. Otherwise we'd probably be seeing some familiar faces.❞ Oliver flicked his gaze towards Cane and she raised an eyebrow. It was true that she was different, but ... he was beginning not to trust anyone with green eyes lately. Including himself. ❝... I guess I could be wrong but those are my thoughts on it. If she's most likely herself and has a vault, she must be down here somewhere.❞
w e l c o m e, xxxxxxxUSER!‹‹ CONTROL PANEL OPTIONS ›› xxxxwearing • hair • music • ooc She was already entering the helm when Zoey's voice reached her. She didn't know why the girl was pushing so hard for this, it didn't matter. She could stay behind if she wanted to. Dakota didn't want anything to do with it. 『 Wait a minute, we can't just leave them! Ow, ow... No way! My brother is back at that mansion. So are Lucas, Julius, um... someone else... Tarvold, and Evan!』 Her heart ached at the mention of Evan ... Was he going to die, like Erik? This was horrible! Dakota slammed the key into the ignition and took a seat. Driving a boat for the first time, fun. The eye of the camera dug into the back of her head. The urge to break it was nearly overwhelming, but she had to get away from Zoey first. This girl was nuttier than she was. 『 Maybe the police won't help, but what about the FBI? Dakota, we have eyewitness accounts of what happened! And missing people to report.』 The FBI? Was she out her her mind?! If the police weren't helping all the FBI would do was mindwipe them or have them killed!! 『 We can't just leave them here! And even if they do escape, how are they going to get off of this freaking island if we take their boat!』 『 They'll find a way, Zoey! 』 She shouted back. Dakota was literally on the edge of her seat. She could hear the tears in the girl's voice, but she didn't care. If she wanted to stay so badly then she should STAY! Dakota had absolutely no obligation to this kid. Her fingers reached out for the key. You just turned it like a car, right? Gods, she hoped so. 『 ... What if this boat has been booby trapped while we were gone anyways and it exploded when we turn it on!』 ... ... No, that was stupid. Wait, was it stupid? ... ‹‹ ASSESSING THE SITUATION. ›› ⇨ They wouldn't even know it was our boat. ⇨ Wait, no, there are probably cameras littered all over the place ... Agh! ⇨ What if Bentley was counting on us to escape? Then the moment we cranked up the yacht ... BOOM! ⇨ But there's no noticeable tampering with the yacht. They didn't even have the keys and the door to the helm was totally intact. ⇨ Zoey is just trying to manipulate me into staying. ⇨ Worst case - scenario, death. ⇨ But .. Would it really matter if I died? Dakota's forehead dropped down against the steering wheel of the yacht. She just wanted to go home.
The vault opens, but is empty.
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Sorry, invalid password! Please try again, you rabu kawaii! just kidding. the vault unlocks and inside lays Sophie Baguette, sleeping on a white bed.
So sorry for missing these! ;___; <3 First: I don't think I had much of one to be honest. Well, it wasn't any different. Current: You're a sweetheart who's very nice and creative. Sometimes I feel kind of pressured in our more one-on-one conversations because I take a while to reply and you keep messaging me, but that's not entirely your fault. I don't think they're annoying at all, I like your little poem quirk. I was pretty bummed out when you revealed that you left me that Postbox message, because I already knew it was you and it kind of took the surprise of me knowing away and I was going to do something for you! :C I enjoy being staff for the most part, yep! I wouldn't mind being admin, so long as the circumstances were right and Misty was prepared to teach me everything lol. Sometimes ... But not usually. I feel odd participating in projects I don't have a set role in. That's weird, I know, but I just feel like a burden. Kingdom Hearts. Newer: You're so sweet, and I'm so glad we're friends. But then again, at the same time, it's like. I feel like we're not as close as we could be. Like there's a wall between us, and we can talk and see each other and ****, but there's still a wall preventing the full blown Jayum (LAWL IT'S LIKE A GHETTO 'JAM') from happening. And there's always this weird need to not seem super pathetic with you, so I hold back from things sometimes. ...And you disappear on MSN/VMs a lot, but I do too. So yeah. All in all, I love youuu. I want happiness for you, you're hilarious and I know I can trust you despite that wall. I hope someday it gets totally destroyed. - so says 2011 Jayn. Current: The wall turned into WALL MARIA, WALL ROSE and WALL SINA all put together. I care about you and hope you're doing okay. I was proud of you when you were promoted, you've grasped onto being a Super Mod super well and are a very hard worker with skillz. I still think you're a rad guy but we're not nearly as close as we used to be and my confidence with upgrading our friendship blew up after the whole ... jelly thing. I still feel awful about that basically every time we interact or you're mentioned. I just want to skydive out over the Grand Canyon with no parachute. Awkward ... I guess I just feel like you hate me and it makes me anxious and sad because I miss you a lot. I um. It's aiight. I'm not too hyped about it yet, it's been too long, my care meter has dropped into the negatives. Maybe when a release date is given ... 2fast4me. his legs tho First impressions - GUY WHO KNOWS ARCH IRL!! 8D Current - Hmmm ... I think you're a good guy. I worry about you sometimes. You've been a really good friend to me and I hope I've been able to return the favor at least a little. You've reached out to me during some dark days, man ... and you've never seemed to judge me for it. I really appreciate that. I admire you a lot for your courage and strength. I hope you find happiness both just in general and also romantically because I know some stuff went down. I don't even really know. I would sing things for people on KHV and upload it, and then I uploaded myself playing piano and singing on Youtube and posted it here. Then I started singing some other stuff and eventually youtube happened. To be honest, I don't have anyone. Unless it was like ... a Disney animated musical, and even then I'd want to be an original character. * u * <333 We have a lot in common, including our love for kawaii yuri. One thing in my life ... Uh. That's so difficult. I want to say I wish I could fly, or pause time, or be able to be invisible, or time travel, or read minds, or become a rich super star, or find the fountain of youth, I DON'T KNOW. Become a true yandere and fulfil my destiny? YES. <3 Aaw. <33 ; u ; I'm glad. YES. <3 Graduation gift, new RP. I don't think I have a favorite. I was just showering [ lol ] and I sang Tori Kelly's vine song. -- [/wheezes] I'LL BE BACK AGAIN. These take me so long because of the impressions, aah.
