Behind Closed Doors [Fantasy, Semi-Lit] *Not Accepting*

[studio killers.]

.Simon.

Well, this is beyond weird.

Simon stared blankly at his surroundings, rather confused. He had been positive that he had been in his bedroom just a second ago. Had he fallen asleep? Was this all a dream? His dark brown eyes scanned critically over the area. It seemed like a warehouse of sorts, but as far as he could tell, nothing was being stored here. There was just a lot of doors, quite heavy looking doors. Curious, he stood up from his previous position laying on the cold cement floor, walking over to one and trying the handle. Locked...they're all locked, he realized as he went along the wall, trying each one. Where the heck was he? Simon just had an eerie feeling that he wasn't in London anymore.

Giving up on trying to open the doors, Simon began to wander around, looking for anything that even looked remotely like an exit. After a good ten minutes of searching, he stopped in his tracks, frustrated. There was no visible way out of here...the windows were too high and all the doors were locked. Suddenly, he froze, tilting his head. Were those voices? There were other people here? A mixture of hope and dread welling up inside him, Simon began to head in the direction that he thought the voices were coming from. It was hard to tell with the echoes, so he kind of just guessed. His footsteps sounded eerily loud as he walked through the warehouse, and Simon flinched a bit each time the echo reached his ears. He had been sure he had heard voices...there had to be at least one other person here.

Eventually, Simon caught sight of a rather frustrated looking girl sitting on a bucket. Instantly his brain yelled at him to just walk away. Simon wasn't any good at talking to people, let alone girls. But then again, his situation was rather dire at the moment, and perhaps she knew something. So, swallowing down his apprehension, Simon walked over to her, sticking mainly to the shadows. "H-Hello?" he said quietly once close enough to the girl, his London accent still clear despite his stuttering. Hopefully she wasn't mean. Or rude.

[thaliana,]

R Y L E Y . K E N D A L L

Ryley groaned, rolling over so that he was on his back. His body seemed to ache, which was odd. He could understand a headache, afterall, he had been drinking last night, but it felt as though he had been hit with a hammer on each of his joints. Ryley slowly blinked open his eyes, wincing as he was met with the harsh sunlight filtering through the windows. As his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, he began to realise he was no longer on the beach at Brighton were he had passed out. "What on Earth?" He muttered, his body jolting into a sitting position as he glanced around. A...warehouse? How the hell had he ended up in a warehouse? As he forced his stiff legs into a standing position, stiffling another groan, Ryley took another glance around. The windows were high, too high, to provide a means of escape, and the walls were bare of anything but a single door. Ryley rubbed the back of his kneck, rolling his shoulders as he took several steps, opened the door, and released himself into the hallway.

"Well that's just great," he mumbled to himself, being met with about a hundred more doors. He tested the first few, finding them all locked. "What the hell is this place?" He asked himself angrily, scuffing his foot against the floor as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. His head snapped up as voices echoed along the halls. "Hello?" He called, starting to follow the voices somewhat nervously.

[VanWen]

Cathy shifted in her sleep, something was different. Something nagged in the back of her mind but she shoved it aside. "Hello?" a voice called. She frowned unhappily and then felt around for her blankets to pull them over her head. Strange no blankets. Who could be so evil as to take her blankets, Bonnie. Cathy groaned and sat up rubbing her eyes before opening them. She gave a startle gasp and then laughed. "Very funny Bonnie!" she shouted and stood up. She looked down and noticed that she wasn't in her PJ's anymore. Bonnie must have changed her for the prank. Was it too much to ask for one day where Bonnie didnt pull a prank on her. She glanced around what appeared to be a warehouse for Bonnie with her video camera. "Bonnie when I find you, you're so dead!" she shouted hoping her twin would pop out from behind a hiding spot. Cathy searched around, each second a growing tension mounted inside her. This wasnt Bonnie's style of pranking. "Bonnie?! Enough!" she called out desperatly. She noticed something not far from her in the shadows. It looked like a person but she hesitated to go forward. What if this wasn't a prank by her evil twin. Cathy shook her head and took a deep intake of air before marching over to the thing in the shadow. She knelt down seeing it was a person and gently shook them. She turned them over and jumped back. "Chase!" she whispered relizing it was her adopted brother and best friend Chase Harley. "Chase, Bonnie has done it again." she said shaking him.

Chase groaned. "Go away Cathy. Its too early." he said feeling around for a pillow to throw at her. All his fingers touched was a cold hard floor. She sighed and opened his eyes too see Cathy's worride face leaning over him. He sat up and looked around. "Cathy where are we?" he said but she didnt know. Prehaps Bonnie was responsible for this, she often toyed with her sister but why in the world was he here then. Bonnie never bothered him. Chase watched the panic spread over Cathy's face as she caught up. He got up and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Easy, lets find our way out of here." he said looking around. Thankfully Cathy was now quiet to give him a second to think. He heared voices and smiled at her. "See, lets go see if they maybe know the way out." he said trying to hide his worry. Normally he wouldnt just go up to people and ask for help but he had no clue where he was or how he got here. He walked along towards a corridor full of doors. He tried a few but they were locked, he turned and shrugged to Cathy and then continued following the voice. He put a finger over his mouth to tell Cathy to keep quiet as they crept forward. Chase didnt know who was there but he felt it would be better to be the first to see them ralther than have them know where they were.

ooc:
Got a bit of writers block.

[TopGunFlyer]

(ahh, what's happening?)

[studio killers.]

(ahh, what's happening?)

Everyone's basically just waking up and starting to wander around :)

[Lacuna]

((Hey guys! Everyone's posts look awesome so far, and I look forward to more!))

Mᴏʀɢᴀɴ Bᴏɴʜᴀᴍ

The bucket was uncomfortable, but Morgan was convinced that if she sat on it long enough she would wake up and return to her apartment, where she could laugh this off as the strangest dream she had ever had. Funny, she thought, I never seem to remember my dreams. Maybe I'll never have to think about it again! The thought excited her, but her joy was interrupted by the sound of muffled voices that seemed to be far off in the building. She couldn't hear what they were saying, and when she looked around to locate the source of the voices all she saw was a guy, sneaking through the shadows.

Morgan waited for him to approach. He looked scared, and like no one she had met that was from the United States. He was too proper, in a way. Maybe I'm in Europe! she thought, before reminding herself that it was a dream, and it didn't really matter where she was.

"H-Hello?" he stuttered, and Morgan lost a little respect for him, while at the same time confirming that he was definitely not American, not with that accent. She despised weak people, and he seemed like one of them, just hoping that she could save him. She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes.

"Yeah?" she said, a little angry. Morgan had decided, without a doubt, that he wasn't going to be any help to her. Without waiting for him to respond she added, "Well, you're not going to be any use getting out of here. Why don't you slap me or something and see if I wake up? I'm Morgan, by the way." She came on strong, as was her personality, and she felt a small satisfaction when she realized he might be afraid of her. However, he was the first human she had encountered in this dream, and he was at least a little more interesting than dust and buckets, so she remained sitting, rather than continuing to intimidate him.

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Cᴏʟᴇ Jᴏɴᴇs

Cole was chasing ghosts, as his grandfather would put it. He found no sign of the shadowy person that he had seen, but it didn't make him any less determined. The locked doors flashed by, but he paid barely any attention to them. This will never be a good story without people in it! he thought, relating the experience to the fantasy novels he loved to read. Knights, dragons, magical tree houses... he loved it all, even though he would never admit that to his brothers or his friends.

He was strong, and it was a long time before he became tired. He slowed his pace, but continued walking, trying to decide if he had been in this part of the building before, but it was impossible to tell. "Hey! Anybody there? I promise won't bite!" he yelled, his accent mixing in among the slight panting. Cole looked in every hallway he passed, trying to stay away from places he had already seen, but he felt like he was walking in circles.

Finally, when he was about to give up, he stumbled into a huge room connected to at least a dozen hallways, all full of doors. "Hey!" he called again, his voice echoing off the high windows. There was no response, but he thought that he heard voices off in the distance. "I'll just wait here," he muttered to himself, finding the remains of a bench to sit on. There were others around, and his red plaid shirt made him stand out among all the odds and ends. If anyone else stumbles in here, we can at least look together, he thought, propping his work boots up on a bucket.

[Kagi]

-Cyrus-

After a while of holding himself against the wall with his eyes closed, he figured that there was no one near. Sighing heavily, he began to inch his way down the wall, bracing himself carefully with each step. Soon, his fingers tapped something metal and cool. A doorknob? Gently, he tried it... locked. After going another few steps, he found another doorknob; also locked. He found that every few feet there was in fact a door and it was in fact locked. This frustrated him somewhat, but then again, this whole ridiculous situation frustrated him. Where was he? And why?

This was like swimming in black ink to him. He couldn't see a thing, but he hadn't collided into any obstacles. His hands were starting to burn from dragging them along the walls, but he didn't really have another choice right now. However, his foot suddenly kicked something light and it skidded across the floor. Glasses! he thought.

Recklessly, he stumbled forward, trying to feel for his glasses on the floor. How did they get all the way over here? Suddenly, he bumped into something that felt like a bench of some sort. "Oof!" he gasped as he fell backwards, landing on his butt.

"Who the heck puts a random bench in the middle of the hallway?!" he growled.

[VanWen]

Cathy heard shouting and inched her way forward but kept close to Chase. "Hello." she said softly to the tall boy in front of her. She relaxed when she saw his clothing. Rancher. "I'm Cathy. Have you run into anyone called Bonnie?" she asked Cole. She glanced around the grey warehouse and shivered. This was way beyond Bonnie's pranks but maybe she was just fooling. She glanced back at Chase who looked annoyed.

Chase glared slightly at Cathy. "I told you already Bonnie wouldn't go this far." he hissed to her. He glared slightly at the guy who Cathy had talked to. He moved protectively between Cathy and the stranger. "Where are we?" he asked slightly snobbishly. He was to annoyed to care though.

[TopGunFlyer]

(Cool, thanks!)

Isi yawned and kicked off her sheets. Sitting up, she stretched, coughing quietly. She pulled her hair into a braid and swung her feet to the ground, yawning again. She stood up and looked around, wondering what she'd wear. Grabbing the bag she'd had yesterday, Isi ended up deciding on one of her favorite shirts and dark skinny jeans with gray boots. She rubbed her eyes and walked into the hall, looking for other people.

Nick rolled out of bed, still in his clothes from yesterday and yawned. He looked down at his AC/DC shirt and light Levi's. He ran his fingers through his short hair and walked into the hall, not bothering to change.

[Banter.]

|| e d e n ||

There she was, standing in a never-ending field of what seemed to be golden wheat. She lifted her arms from her sides as the wind pushed her blonde hair back from her face. A small, content sigh escaped from her lips and she closed her eyes. Suddenly, she heard a heavy sound coming her way. She opened one eye to see her young, black mare running her way. "Bliss," The word quietly escaped from her mouth. That is what this was. Complete bliss. There was no one here to bother her. There were no worries. It was just Eden and Bliss. She spun slowly in a circle, wishing she could stay like this forever. When she finally stopped, she turned to her horse. She reached her hand out to the mare, but as the horse stepped forward, the wind started blowing it away as if it were merely dust. Eden's eyes widened in pure terror as the skeleton of the horse fell to her feet.

***

She woke up screaming, hazel eyes still wide with fear. After a moment, she calmed down enough to sit up. Looking around, she only got nervous again. Where was she? Where was the barn? "Bliss?" She called out quietly, "Mom?" She finally stood up and turned around once, trying to take everything in. Suddenly, she heard other voices. They sounded close, so she followed them. She first came upon a boy sitting alone. He looked American. At least that's what she assumed, according to stereotypes. He wore a plaid shirt and heavy-looking boots. For a moment, she worked up the courage to go to talk to him, but then two more people appeared. There was a boy and a girl. Both had blonde hair. The boy seemed to be quite irritated....Eden ducked back behind the wall after watching them for a minute. She let herself slide down the wall until she was sitting on the cold floor. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, wondering how she got into this mess. Eden sat there for a while, just listening to the many voices of the others.