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

[studio killers.]

.Simon.

Simon flinched at the girl's harsh tone, taking a small step back. Well, this was just his luck. He would be the one to find the mean rude girl, of all people. Her words confused him, making his expression darken slightly. It sounded like she was under the impression this was all a dream or something. That idea was intriguing, but for some reason, Simon doubted it was true. Everything seemed just too real and solid to be a dream, and besides, his dreams usually consisted of much darker themes, car crashes and ghosts and such. Besides, Simon was positive this girl was real. He could never dream up a girl quite like this. The Londoner rubbed the back of his neck nervously, wanting nothing more than to run away from all of this and just hide.

"I- uh-...this, um...this isn't a...dream..." he trailed off, cursing his poor social skills. "I mean, I don't...really think it is." Unless they were both dreaming the same thing, but he doubted that. Simon thought he picked up the sound of a bunch of voices a distance away, but instead of comforting him that he wasn't alone it only filled him with more dread. More people equaled more chances someone would try to talk to him. And, as made apparent in this conversation with Morgan, Simon was no good at speaking. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his black jacket, still remaining for the most part in the shadows as he stared at the ground.

[Season of the Star]

Zara looked into the room tentatively. The voices were centered in there. She knew not if they were friends or foes and stood there, gazing in where she couldn't be seen easily. She would not reveal herself until she trusted the group. Even if she was caught, she wouldn't tell them anything until trust was bonded. They were here and she had lost her memory- how ironic was that. Maybe she had been running from them before losing her memory. She couldn't tell.

[especially me]

Kat smiled at Ryley, her eyes sparkling with laughter that didn't escape her lips. But when Isi talked she scoffed although she stopped when Nick and her started brawling. She waited until they stopped to speak. Her words dripped with dryness and they were cold. "I need to give reason for you to trust me? After you've just waved a gun at us? Yeah, that's a good way to earn it isn't it? maybe I'll do just that!" she smirked and shook her head straightening up. "What's the use of only one of having two guns? Besides we'll have to work together to get, no matter how much we hate it." She didn't say that she herself wouldn't mind it. She held out her hand silently, wondering if Isi would hand her the gun.

[Lacuna]

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Mᴏʀɢᴀɴ Bᴏɴʜᴀᴍ

Morgan was trying to be nice to him, if only because he was the only other human in her dream. His stuttering was starting to get on her nerves though, and she was itching to get up from the bucket. "What's your name, anyway?" she asked him, standing up. She appeared a lot taller than she was because of her dancer's body, and was really hoping that she that she didn't scare him into running down the hall.

Before he could answer, the voices seemed to get louder, and something seemed to crash to the floor. "There are more people here... there must be!" Morgan said, looking around frantically and trying to find the source of the noise. "Maybe they can wake me up," she added, trailing off. That comment had obviously not been directed at the boy, whose name she still didn't know. That also made her angry. Everything about the situation made her angry, really, because she wasn't in control. Eventually she determined what she thought was the direction of the noise and looked at the boy, tilting her head.

"Well, are you coming or not?" she asked, thinking to herself about good for nothing pansies as she waited for a response. She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, suddenly remembering the Swan Lake auditions. Morgan wanted to wake up and learn that she was the Black Swan, and just dance until she forgot this horrible dream.

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Cᴏʟᴇ Jᴏɴᴇs

Cole had watched the scene play out in front of him, mesmerized. He was a country boy, and he had grown up around guns, but it was nothing like what these people were talking about. It was obvious that no one knew what was going on, and the last thing he wanted was to get shot. He figured that he needed to step in.

"Hey! You there! We don't need any fightin' here. Fightin' never solves anything, you know. My name is Cole, and all of y'all better calm down. I don't know anything about where we are either, but I've got brains enough to know that we don't want anybody dead. So y'all just calm down." He walked towards Isi and Nick, trying to look as imposing as possible.

They were pretty people, but that wasn't anything that Cole cared about. He put his hands on his hips, a gesture that would have looked feminine on anyone else, but looked menacing when he did it. He didn't keep a gun in his back pocket when he was plowing fields, and he was a little apprehensive of someone who had more than one on them at a time, no matter the reason. "Now," he said, "Do you think y'all can get a long until we figure this out? We're not going to go shooting locks or people or anything else reckless. We gotta work together."

[Season of the Star]

Zara's eyes widened at the thought of a gun. She backed away from the door, but decided to stay longer. She stood, listening, eyes closed. Maybe they were allies. Friends, in other words. If only she could find a way to find out. Did she even know them? Were they hostile, but unknown? Why were they here with her? These questions buzzed, unanswered, in her head. She heard many voices all talking together, but didn't seem to be able to place any of them.

[especially me]

Kat listened to Cole and knew he was talking sense, but get her hand outstretched curious now about all the other people in the room. More so than when she had first entered it. She looked Cole up and down and noticed how he looked almost intimidating standing like that, something very few guys could pull off. She smiled gently at him.

[TopGunFlyer]

Isi nodded, then took the gun out of her bag, "You've got a point, girl. And I like and respect you, for reasons I'm not going to say." Isi got ready to throw the gun, but deciding against, not sure if that was the best choice. She walked over, holding the gun by the barrel, the handle outstretched to the girl, "Take it. I have a feeling you know what your doing. If you need help for better aim, I'm here." She took a step back, shoving her hands into her back pocket.

Nick frowned, "So, I fought for nothing, great." He sighed and turned to Cole, "Nice to meet you." Then he scanned the room for other doors, people, hallways, and cameras. He found all but the cameras. He shook his head, "At least we aren't being taped. He looked at the girl Isi had given the to, "Now will you tell us your name? You have a gun, if that makes a difference."

[especially me]

Kat grasped it tightly and nodded at Isi. "Thanks." she said, checking for ammo, and then placing it between her bare skin and jeans at the side of her waist. She grinned at Nick's frustrated comment but then sighed. "Fine. I'm Kat." she said simply. It would give them nothing to go on if they ever got out, but it gave them something. "Just Kat." she lied.

[Season of the Star]

So, they are just meeting. Interesting. I wonder if they started like me in any way. Zara thought to herself, squinting with concentration. She listened in carefully. Her ears strained to hear every tiny sound. She was careful not to overlook the cock of the gun being loaded, or the safety turning off. She couldn't hear much other than the shuffle of feet over the dust covered ground and the voices of them talking.

[Banter.]

((Wait...so now everyone is together, except for Simon and Morgan?))