seven nights [stuck-in-a-room rp by tuva] ACCEPTING

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both accepted, adding them to the character page now. if no one joins by later tonight, i'll write the starting post then.

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;; okay, you're all just now waking up in this strange room. you have a hospital admittance bracelet round your left wrist with a six digit number, your first name and last initial. you don't know anyone here and it's very cold.

I… I will be king. And you… you will be queen. Though nothing… nothing will drive them away.

A headache is reminding her of college, placing the memory of the taste of rum and Coke in the back of her throat and a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She hadn't drank last night; she'd turned in early, in fact. Tired eyes, tired mind, skin seeming to pulse in time with someone else's heartbeat. The ache in her head is drilling into her ears a fading audio hallucination of a high ringing sound. The headache is telling her to not open her eyes, to not get up and move, to not look around and realize that she wasn’t in the same room she fell asleep in last night. She moved up, and the spark of pain that flashed through her head behind her eyes shoved her back down. Cracking open her eyes, the world was sideways as she realised she was lying curled on her side on a cold, hard floor, gooseflesh on her skin, chaos in her head, tiredness dragging at her senses. Gradually, she told her eyes to open wider and adjust to the brightness. She concentrated on telling her mind to keep her body breathing. She knew she should wake up, stand up, and figure out where she was, how she got here, why she was here… and why it was so damn cold... a darkness swallowed her.
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She opened her eyes again and panicked. Heart pounding in her throat, her sight adjusted to the room quickly, revealing a small, brownish place. It smelled briny, musty. Like it hadn't been entered in a year. A bare, stained mattress lay propped against one wall and a black floor lamp cast an ominous light over it. In the opposite corner, there was a small refrigerator and an open book. In another corner was a deck of cards, scattered across the carpet. She shivered and moved to sit up.
The girl tried to recall how she ended up in this place, but come up with a blank. She pushed herself up onto her knees, and then her feet as she stood up off the ground, looking around and recognizing nothing. She clutched at her wrist nervously, and looked at her arm. Around a thin wrist, it resembled a hospital admittance bracelet, though what was printed on it was different than usual.
141622 GUEST KATRINE B.
She twisted it around on her wrist, confused, frightened. Only then, as she looked up once more, did she notice the other humans in the room. Aghast, she stumbled back into the wall and sunk down, crouching on the floor, eyes wide and observant. Her lip quivered and she watched them as they began to awaken. It was in these times that she truly wished she could hear.

[Brittle]

reserved for-
220871 GUEST ACE A

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;; bump

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;; lol; really, guys?

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{ i am so sorry for not posting. do you think i could change the character i joined with? }

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;; absolutely.

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{ i edited my original post with his form and i'll posting soon. }

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;; coolcool! character post is edited and everything.

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scott chamberlain

A grunt escaped Scott's lips as eyes fluttered open. "What?" His voice was raspy, raw, and it came out barely audible. His face was one of pure confusion as his eyes darted around the room. "What?" The young man repeated, rubbing his eyes. He opened them again, taking in his surroundings. The walls were an awful brown, paint seeming to be faded in some spots. There was nothing on them, but there was a single window. It was dark, the only light source was lamp in the corner. He noted the mini fridge in the opposite corner, a decks of cards in another, and a dictionary in yet another. None of those things really caught his attention. There were a bunch of strangers in the room who all seemed to be in the same position as him.
"What the hell?" Scott's voice was stronger than is was before, laced with confusion. He hadn't the slightest idea where he was or who these people could possibly be. He didn't know what was going on and it terrified him; it also angered him. He stood up slowly, his back sliding up against the wall. His eyes scanned the room, looking for an exit. "There's no door?" The young man said, growing irritated. "Are you serious? There's no door!" Scott's voice rose as he turned to the wall, banging a fist against it. That's when he noticed the bracelet. "What is this?" He mumbled, fumbling with it, turning it around to find 072886 GUEST SCOTT C. printed on it. He let his throbbing hand fall to his side, truly confused.
Last thing Scott remembered was being at home. His mother was working another late shift and he was tucking his younger brother into bed. Suddenly worry consumed the young man. Where was his brother? Was he okay? Matthew was practically Scott's whole life the past few years and he couldn't live with himself if something happened to him. The young man slid to the floor, letting his head hang low with a hand tangled in his hair.