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Post by Dane on Jan 16, 2011 14:28:03 GMT -5
Alan was having a breakdown. The situation was just way too crazy for him to have any real sense of himself right now. He gripped his head, feeling like it was about to explode. Finally, he gathered his senses enough to walk over to his guitar case that had come to the room with him since he had been holding it. He opened the case and gently lifted out his Flying V after sliding his hands along the neck, feeling the strings. He put his back to one of the walls, or at least as close as the force field would allow, and slid down. He pulled a pick out from beneath his wrist watch and plucked a few notes. His frazzled nerves made the notes come out a little odd, but after a few more, he got into the groove of it and was able to calm himself while simultaneously entertaining the room with music.
A few feet away was Elia, almost in a stupor when she realized that her idol, Leslie Corner was in the room, mere feet away from her. Elia considered approaching her, but Leslie seemed to by lying down for a nap. She now looked out the window, seeing the Brooklyn Bridge. "Does this mean we're in the one of the five boroughs? I heard alto about these places but I never been. Oh well guess there's nothing left to do but wait it out." Elia sat down, waiting for something, anything to happen.
Brett Harving now came to the room, having been shot during a bank robbery.
Brett had his hands out in front of him, as if warding of an attacker, but when he opened his eyes, he lowered them, seeing that he was in no immediate danger. Brett remembered being shot and a surge of anger rushed through him as he thought about how people thought they had the right to take what you earned based on a whim.
Finally, after calming himself down, he spoke. "I am Brett Harving and as crazy as this may sound I was shot just a minute ago, and now I am in this room." Unsurprisingly, nobody seemed exactly shocked at this since they had all died to get here. "Anyone knows what is going on?" he asked, looking around and finally taking out his cell phone. However, there was no reception. "Even the phone has no signal." Brett looked at the sphere, wondering just what the hell it was.
"Fuck knows," Eddie replied as he walked past Brett, heading to the door. "But I just died too, I think." he stated, arriving at the door and trying the handle. However, just like everyone else who tried, something stopped him from touching it. He turned back to the rest of the occupants. "We're locked in." he told everyone, assuming they didn't already know. Tears began streaming down Lara's face.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck is happening!?" she screamed, pulling at her hair in anguish.
During her fit, Shay Singh, an MMA fighter appeared in the room, still wearing all of his gear, his body still slick with sweat. The blood, however, was missing. Immediately, Shay assumed it all to be a joke, but when nobody started laughing he cracked his knuckles and cringed, realizing that this is no ordinary happening. A wave of paranoia suddenly crashed over Shay and he backed up against the wall, flaring his nostrils and watching the other people. He didn't trust a single one of these people, but since they weren't doing anything or really even taking notice of him, he stayed where he was. He grunted loudly and smashed his elbow back into the wall, mostly out of frustration, however, as soon as it touched the force field, his elbow slid to the side, almost yanking itself out of the socket.
Morgan was now standing, looking out the window at the bridge. There was a pretty low amount of traffic and he could see a car wildly swerving in the right lane. "Oh, shit." Morgan murmured, watching as it scraped up a few cars and then smashed into a motorcycle. He could see a figure fly from the motorcycle, over the bridge and then disappear from sight.
Immediately, Flynn appeared in the room. He looked around, wide-eyed. "The hell...?" he muttered. Morgan looked from the window to Flynn.
"Hey, man, you were just get hit by a car on the bridge?" Morgan asked, not believing that it could be the same guy.
"Yeah..." Flynn answered wearily. "Where are we?"
Morgan scratched at his beard, trying to figure out the best way to answer. "Fuck, man, purgatory? I dunno, but I think I just saw you get fuckin' killed." he pointed out the window. Flynn walked over and saw his trashed bike and the car that did it now stopped, the driver looking over the edge. "An' don't bother with the doors. Don't open."
Ignoring him, Flynn tried every door, but to no avail. Finally, he sat against one of the unoccupied walls. "Well now what?" he asked.
"Dunno. We wait, I guess." Morgan answered.
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Post by kramarr on Jan 17, 2011 15:21:30 GMT -5
Shay groaned in agony after making contact with the wall's forcefield and his elbow almost shifted out of place.
He falls too his knees, rubbing his elbow.
"I can't move my right arm", he thought in his head. He didn't say anything aloud, but breathed heavily with groans.
His attention was abruptly drawn from his arm back to the middle of the room, where a man materialized in front of him. Another man who staring out the window proclaimed to have watched him die right outside. The man who had just appeared acknowledged the fact that he just got hit on his motorcycle.
Shay knew now that not only was he stuck in this room..... he had died.
He was killed during his match. He was pissed at his lack of victory more than upset about being deceased.
"Only if I had one more chance" he said aloud, but looked up abruptly as he didn't do it on purpose.
In his head once again, he thought, "I'd fight that fight forever"
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Post by maryse on Jan 17, 2011 16:28:15 GMT -5
Ellia was enticed by the melody that the man played. it cheered her up. A smile appeared on her face as she once again looked out the window but this time it was with joy instead of dread and despair. "Your really good at that. Are a musician or something like that?" Ellia awaited a response but before she get one two more people appeared in the room. "This is starting to get crazy. If anyone else appears it may not be enough room."
Ellia pulled out her gun and looked at it up and down. Ever since she became a cop she has yet to fire a single shot from her gun. Deep down Ellia began to wonder if she was even meant to be a police officer. She couldn't aim and was always hesitant to fire. Her eyes wandered around the room getting a good look at everyone. Why were they all here? Who brought them there? And the big question what does it all mean? These were just a few of the questions that Ellia asked herself wondering what would happen in the next few minutes.
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Post by Gemini on Jan 17, 2011 23:15:01 GMT -5
Gemini smiled as he heard the music. Music always seemed to make the situation better. "Hey, Guitar Boy, thanks for the music. Well, we know we aren't dead. Hell wouldn't let such a beautiful melody play. And I think one of us wouldn't go to heaven. So just means we are alive. And if that is true, I think that we should just be happy we aren't six feet under, instead of trying to destroy the room." Gemini was a lot calmer now, he stood up in his corner, put away his cards and listened to the melody sing through the room. He was a lot less on edge, and by his logic, no one was ever alive after a gunshot. Not without a reason. So that meant if they figured out what they needed to do, they would get to go back to their lives.
Gemini walked over and sat in the center of the room, facing the large black ball, the main thing out of place in the room. He poked it, tried to push it, tried to do everything to it. Something was strange... The rest of the room wasn't even able to even be touched really, but this ball was. And it was something completely new to him. So he sat there, looking over it for any cracks or hints of an opening. After he figured out that nothing he did was going to change the ball or the room, he just found a counter, hopped on it, and pulled his coat over his eyes. There was no point stressing when it did nothing, so he figured he might as well accept it and wait.
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Post by βeηrγ on Jan 18, 2011 18:32:59 GMT -5
After observing the situation for a while, Brett came to the conclusion that none of them knew what was going on and all, in some way or another, had died. At least some sort of dieing. Brett was not too sure about that and it did get on his nerves not completely understanding the situation. He was sure he was shot, that was something that had happened just minutes ago, but how he got there, he had no clue.
They were locked in. Brett figured that whoever was behind this, (because there had to be someone behind it, it could not just be something from God or something like that, plus Brett didn't believe in that) they wanted these guys locked in. All the room was surrounded by a kind of force that was elusive when you wanted to touch something.
Then there happened the situation with the guy on the bridge. He was just hit by a car and he came here. All of this was very strange but not paranormal. Everything seemed like high-tech to Brett, even that ball in the middle. What stuck to him about the ball was its perfect circle shape and it was a strange material like steel or something. That was not something that could be made easy.
For now Brett decided that he would wait, because he was sure something would happen.
"I am sure this place is nor heaven nor hell or anything like that." Brett said, knowing that someone was probably thinking that.
"If you observe carefully, everything looks high-tech here. The repulsive force on the room, this black ball..." He said pointing his finger to the ball.
Think about it, this guy is admitting that he just died and now he was transported here, by that ball shooting lasers and forming all of his body, piece by piece. Brett smirked a little, although the situation was not funny.
"If this is God, well, He is very cool I would say." He would normally not bother to tell anyone anything, but he was in the same situation as them and he figured the more people were prepared for what wold happen, the better his chances were at... well whatever would go on.
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Post by Tame on Jan 18, 2011 20:32:12 GMT -5
As Eddie announced the room the fact that they were locked in, a cute girl who was dressed like a hooker began to cry loudly. 'Jesus Christ, what the fuck is happening!?' she screamed, pulling at her hair in anguish.
Eddie felt sorry for her, but there was nothing he felt he could do, even if he wanted to. The screaming didn't help anyone, so it even annoyed him slightly. Leaning against the door he watched the people in the room intently, looking out for anyone acting suspiciously. Eddie quickly realised how futile an exercise this was - who wouldn't be acting strangely in this situation?
Soon another man appeared, this one looking like some kind of biker cowboy. After a short set of exchanges with the guy in scrubs, they managed to establish that the newcomer had just been killed outside the room. So they evidence that they had all recently "died" was piling up. And most of them in their early- to mid-twenties, Eddie noticed. "What are young people coming to today?" he said to himself dryly.
A couple of people commented on the guy playing the guitar. He played well, but it wasn't really Eddie's thing. He'd have picked something more upbeat, but he wasn't about to complain. The prescence of music soothed him. This interminable waiting was getting to him though - how long before someone turned up who could explain some things to them?
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Post by cairan on Jan 20, 2011 10:27:10 GMT -5
Oops. Sorry!! Didn't know your character has to be accepted first. Please remove this post.
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Post by Жenophilius on Jan 20, 2011 15:54:59 GMT -5
Leslie snored loudly, dreaming that she was winning the Miss Universe competition and finally going out with every single member of N Sync. "Oh Justin, of course I'll be in your reunion video. I'd always dreamed of it...."
She giggled out like a tiny school girl, and then she kicked her leg out, cause she was dreaming of running along the beach with her dream boy Justin. "Chase me Justin!" She mumbled out loud, still sleeping. Soon her legs began to act as if she were running, although all they did was cause her to spin in place on the floor. "Teehee."
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Post by Belexar on Jan 21, 2011 0:15:07 GMT -5
"Well, thank you," Alan said to the policewoman. "I guess you could say I'm a musician, though I really only play in a small coffee shop."
His plastic triangle kept picking the strings, while his fingers clumsily pressed the strings in the right frets. He was used to talk while playing, but for some reason he was not doing too good this time. Yet, he could tell the reason of his difficulties was the woman he was talking to. Something interesting here was the same fact that he was talking to a woman. This may sound strange, but it's easily understandable if you know a bit more about him. Since he was a child, the only woman he had any real relationship with were his mother, who died at an early age. From there, he usually saw women in the street, or even in the audience that listened to him in the Coffee of Doom, but he never really saw them as individual women, but as anonymous parts of the mob. This was the first time in years that he talked to a woman personally. A bit doubtful, he decided to go further into this new experience.
"So, I think I haven't heard your name," Alan said with a smile, now having regained the control of his instrument.
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Post by maryse on Jan 21, 2011 12:53:16 GMT -5
Ellia smiled and cheered up a little more. Maybe this wasn't so bad. Maybe everything would be OK and she would get to go home. "My name is Ellia. Ellia Jameson and as you may know I'm a police officer. I have the physical ability to be a police officer but I can't aim. I suck at aiming. I suck so much at aiming that during the shooting part of the exam I didn't hit a single target. Not one. The only reason I passed is because the goal was not to hit a civilian and I didn't so technically I passed. Anyway If we make it out of here I would love to here you play a song. I think you would awesome."It was at this time that Ellia believed she was talking too much. Every once in a while she started to talk alot and couldn't help it. This was one of those times. Guitarist are one of Ellia's favorite people because she loved the sound a guitar makes when it's struck just right. When played right Ellia could just drift off a dream for days. "OK seeing as how I talked too much tell me about you. How did you end up here?"OOC: Ellia wants to know if Alan could play this Carlos Santana Guitar Solo
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Post by Dane on Jan 21, 2011 21:23:29 GMT -5
Shay fell to his knees, clutching his elbow in pain and groaning. After witnessing Flynn come to the room, Shay managed to work out that he must have died in the ring. "Only if I had one more chance." he said to himself before quieting up, realizing that the others might be listening. "Hey, Guitar Boy, thanks for the music. Well, we know we aren't dead. Hell wouldn't let such a beautiful melody play. And I think one of us wouldn't go to heaven. So just means we are alive. And if that is true, I think that we should just be happy we aren't six feet under, instead of trying to destroy the room." Gemini told Alan, appreciating having something relaxing to listen to. Ellia smiled as she listened to Alan playing his guitar. "You're really good at that. Are a musician or something like that?" she asked. While waiting for an answer, she pulled out her gun, looking it over and wondering if she was really cut out to be a cop. Not only was she a terrible shot, but she'd never actually shot the damn thing in the line of duty. "Well, thank you," Alan said to the Ellia. "I guess you could say I'm a musician, though I really only play in a small coffee shop." He continued strumming, but he continuously slipped up on the strings, unusually distracted by talking to Ellia. This was actually one of the few times he'd had a conversation with a woman since his mother died, so his nerves were understandable. "So, I think I haven't heard your name," Alan mentioned, getting control of the strings back. "My name is Ellia. Ellia Jameson and as you may know I'm a police officer. I have the physical ability to be a police officer but I can't aim. I suck at aiming. I suck so much at aiming that during the shooting part of the exam I didn't hit a single target. Not one. The only reason I passed is because the goal was not to hit a civilian and I didn't so technically I passed. Anyway If we make it out of here I would love to here you play a song. I think you would awesome." she said, seeming not to stop for breath at all. "OK seeing as how I talked too much tell me about you. How did you end up here?" she asked, finally turning the conversation towards him. Gemini walked over to the center of the room and sat in front of the ball, trying to figure out what it was. He pushed, prodded, and even punched it, but the thing wouldn't budge an inch. Despite all of the walls, windows, and doors being protected, the ball could be touched. Gemini tried to look for a counter to hop onto, but there was none, so he stayed where he was and pulled his coat over his eyes, looking a bit like a mental case. "I am sure this place is nor heaven nor hell or anything like that." Brett said out loud, assuming that other people were thinking the same thing. "If you observe carefully, everything looks high-tech here. The repulsive force on the room, this black ball..." He continued even though the ball had no obvious technological markings. Think about it, this guy is admitting that he just died and now he was transported here, by that ball shooting lasers and forming all of his body, piece by piece." Brett smirked. "If this is God, well, He is very cool I would say." "Very cool?" Flynn asked. "Are you kidding, man? What the hell's cool about this?" "Oh Justin, of course I'll be in your reunion video. I'd always dreamed of it...." Leslie murmured, dreaming of God knows what. "Chase me Justin!" her legs started to run as she giggled, but all she did was begin spinning in a circle on the ground. Finally, three more people came in. Keiran Hennessy, Rick Johnson, and Amy Parker. They teleported in almost directly one after the other. Keiran, then Rick, then Amy. "What the f-" Amy began to say but was cut off by music that seemed to come from the ball. At first it sounded like radio static, but then the song came through, loud and clear. The song was 'Fuck You' by Cee Lo Green. As the song played, text appeared on the screen. YER L!V3S HAV3 N0W 3NDED WUT Y0U D0 W1T YER N3W 0NES !S ALL UP T0 M3 THATS WUT TH3Y T0LD M3 T0 SAY ANYWAY
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Post by Gemini on Jan 22, 2011 0:40:26 GMT -5
Gemini's hood flew up the second he heard the radio-static. It was completely foreign compared to what has been in the room and he looked at the singing ball. "Oh god, they are trying to turn us into a circus act. The Dead and the Singing Ball.." Gemini laughed a bit at his own joke... though he doubted anyone else would. He looked at the ball, reading it out loud... as best he could with his knowledge of online speak.. which was touchy.
He looked at the ball and stood up. Things in the room were happening. This is different from what has been happening so far, this was not, seemingly controlled by anyone in the room. Gemini looked out the window for anyone who might be broadcasting a signal, though he realized that he didn't have to see them for them to broadcast a signal. He stood back, letting the events of the room unfold however they would. Though it took him a second, he realized that no matter what he did, nothing he did to the room was going to change it, and he was thinking it was the same with the ball. So he stood to the side of it near one of the "frozen" doors and leaned on it, waiting for whatever was going to happen to happen.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Jan 22, 2011 18:27:24 GMT -5
"Those fuckers, one day, when i am famous, and adored by millions, the assholes who laughed at me will think i am amazing, and when they see who i am, they will shit bricks"
Rick was in his room one night, examining himself in the mirror in total awe. The last 3 months were hell for him, but he gained roughly 10 pounds of muscle. Both his parents were out to work, and he had the house to himself. In skin tight fiber and a mask that blended in the darkness, he hooked his utility belt and jumped out his window and into the night.
Then he heard the yelling and the cursing. Patroling the streets for the first night seemed rough, but he thought it was something he had to get used to. After all, he was going to become the greatest Masked Vigilante the world has ever seen.
Running down the alley, he saw two gangbangers yelling at each other, and each had a gun ready. "Hey...guys. Stop the fight, both of you can live...." Rick didn't have any idea what to say in this scenario. The first night, and he already said some stupid line to guys with guns.
"The fuck is this queer?"
"Is he trying to bust our exchange?"
And in an instant, Rick was shot and stabbed multiple times. As the gun shot sounded, Rick immidiatly found himeself in a room with a ball and other people. He was speechless.
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Post by Tame on Jan 23, 2011 17:51:08 GMT -5
Eddie continued to wait for something revealing to happen, and his patience was quickly being corroded away by having to do so. The body-builder, asleep and acting very strangely, was annoying to Eddie, and made him wonder how someone could be that relaxed in this situation. The guy with the guitar and the policewoman chatted to one another. This, too, was annoying. Wasn't it the police officer's job to take charge in this exact kind of situation?
Three more people were transported into the room - a couple of normal-looking kids and some guy in a wetsuit. Eddie did a quick head-count; thirteen people in the room now, if he counted correctly. Was that deliberate?
Suddenly sound came from the black ball, static first, soon replaved by 'Fuck You', loud and clear. The choice of song somehow made Eddie think that this was, afterall, some big fucking practical joke. He walked between the sitting people so that he could clearly read the words that appeared on the ball, slowly deciphering the net speak it was written in. "That's what they told me to say anyway."
The young man's chest begin to pound. He stood up straight and his eyes widened slightly in alertness. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen soon.
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Post by cairan on Jan 24, 2011 4:11:52 GMT -5
'Whats this?'.. 'Where am I?', 'Huh, where's my friends?!'
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He then realizes he should be worried about his own safety, rather than his friends as he finds himself in the back of a van, with tied arms and legs. As far as he can see, there's noone else in the back of the van. There is, however, a heated discussion going on between the driver and his passenger.
'What should we do with this kid huh? We've got the wrong guy, boss is gonna kill us!', 'Oh shut up idiot, we take care of em' like we took care of everyone else.'
'Oh hell no', Keiran uttered. There wasn't much he could do however, except roll around in the back of the van. After about an hour of driving the men came in, and threw him out of the van. 'A warehouse..?' he thought to himself as they took him, indeed, into a warehouse.
While entering the warehouse, one of the men said 'Sorry, kid. Shit happens, and you're the kind of shit we can't let happen.' 'Wh-What do you mean? What are you talking about? I didn't do anything, I'm just a transfer student!' Keiran said as he was being lead to a wall, containing more holes than a swiss-cheese. 'Face the wall kid.', the mobster said. Before Keiran could even ask what was happening, he appeared in a room with a black ball.
The first things he noticed was the song 'Fuck You' By Cee Lo Green, and the individuals in the room. Everyone was doing something, as far as he could see. There was even a sleeping woman. 'Wh-..?!' he thought, as he backed up into a young girl and a kid wearing a wetsuit. 'What?!' you.. died like this?!' He can barely contain his laughter as he questions the mental ability of the boy. Even though he thinks his suit looks ridiculous, he also wonders how this kid died. Maybe at a custome party? 'Anyhow, what's your name, kid?', he says as he sticks out his hand towards him.
'I might be dead as hell, but I'm still smarter than that guy.. I suppose' he figured, to comfort himself.
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