Ｓp i n n e r [semi-lit; romance, supernatural]

[Flaming]

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[Helmuth]

[ Okay. Um, since I'm the owner, would it be terrible to ask you if I could first post? ]

[Flaming]

(Oops! Sorry if I seemed rude! I love writing and rping! I apologize.)

[Helmuth]

(xD It's fine, don't worry! I do that sort of thing all the time. By the way, I can't get a posting format up at the moment, but here's the posts.)

Quentin Flag jerked awake. Through his hazy vision, he became aware of the parchment white ceiling looming over him. He sat up, very slowly, very groggily as yesterday’s events rushed through him. His shoulders slumped, remembering. Alex Freelins was dead. He continued sitting there a moment longer before abruptly standing, smoothing his bangs – probably too long and too shaggy for his surprisingly handsome appearance – from his face.
He scuttled to the door and just before he grasped the knob, stopped. He turned, first thinking he hadn’t seen it; that his mind had made it up. But there it was: a window.
Cold fear poured through his veins. At the Freelins Home, there weren’t any windows. The only windows there were in the kitchen and they were barred. That, seeing the windows, was what made Quentin begin to suspect that something was very off.

Nattie Mankell hit the floor. Air squeezed forcefully from her lungs as she dry heaved. Hair gathered in her mouth and, after a moment of getting over the nerve-sparking adrenaline rush, picked the stray blonde strands from her mouth. She spat and pushed herself to her bare feet.
A dizzying sensation washed over her. She looked around. The room she stood in was about an area of about ten feet. A window was to her left. But where the heck was the drum set? Where were her pink walls and… and…
One thought came to mind: I have been kidnapped. And my parents are going to kill me if I was drunk because of it. She rushed to the door, yanked it open and tumbled outside in a flurry of panicking hands, wide eyes and stumbling feet. “Hello?” she called. Then she slapped a hand over her mouth. If she was kidnapped, why let the kidnappers know she was here? She turned, swiftly and just as she did, ran into a tall, pale faced boy. She cried out and scrambled back, clenching her fists. “I WILL SMASH YOU UNTIL BONES POP OUT!” She yelled.
The boy stood unresponsive for a moment before, slowly walking over and lowering her fists. Somehow, the gesture made her relax; convinced her that he was not her kidnapper. That the dazed look on his face told her that he was also a victim. “Relax,” he said in a low voice. His eyes wandered around the endless hall of doors. “There’s no need to beat me. Unless you’re keeping me captive here as well.”

[Flaming]

Wilma Jane Roberts/Confused

At first everything was normal. I had just woken up and I was a blurry mess. It took my usual morning schedule of flopping back and forth and groaning how unfair the sun was when I noticed something was off. In fact something was very off. I was in a plain, uncomfortable, white bed in a room I had no memory of. Where was my bookshelves, my lovely pink walls, and where had my trash can (which from what I remember was overflowing with Chinese take out boxes and ice cream containers) gone?
I quickly picked myself out and headed toward the door. At least there was a way to get out, I thought to myself. It was better than nothing. I stepped out to a plain corridor. There were doors everywhere and I had a suspicion that there were more people like me. "Not like I wanted to see anyone." I mumbled to myself. I was startled when a couple of doors opened up to my right and a girl and boy stepped out. I groaned. Then after wallowing in self pity for a moment, I walked over to them to see what on earth was going on.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

{{I am going to post in a minute! I am eating right now, so I will get upstairs and post after I am done!}}

[Helmuth]

(Yay! The role-play has officially begun!)

xxxxxxｑｕｅｎｔｉｎ && ｎａｔｔｉｅ－
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxw/wilma. -- emo/q- suspecting; n- fearful. --

xxxxx Quentin spun around, sensing another presence. A pretty girl with gentle, pale features stared back at him. Fear crushed through his heart. From the looks of it, she had just waken up too. He glanced back at the blonde girl with her wild, unrefined expressions. At the moment, her saucer-sized eyes and gaping mouth looked like she was doing an bloody operation scene in the ER for the first time. If it weren't for their current circumstances, he would've doubled over and laughed. He only flashed a smirk. "Okay..." He murmured. "So I now am believing we've been drugged."

xxxxxThe blonde girl's eyes got rounder. He shuttered at the stupid look. "Drugged?" She gasped. "Drugged? I would never do--" "No, no." He shook his head. "You're misunderstanding. Somebody drugged us. Now we're here. We, in short, have been kidnapped." He turned to the girl with ice-cream pink hair. He pointed at her. "What's you're name? Where were you last night?" His last memory was leaving Alex's dead body, a gristly white appearance on the floor and crawling into the back of the van. The blonde girl, whom he had begun to realize didn't have a full authentic American accent, rushed ahead. "My name is Nattie Mankell. I was... taking a cello lesson. I went to McDonald's... and went home. I slipped into bed." Nattie glanced between them. "That was it."

[Flaming]

Wilma Jane Roberts/Confused and slightly irritated

My first reaction was to laugh when the boy spoke to me. After being ignored so long, someone actually spoke to me. And their hair was almost as bright as mine. His hair was blue, and it flopped over his face like a fish. My second reaction was a open mouth gaped when I noticed that he had a American accent. Last I checked, my home was in England. Perhaps he was a tourist?
I held out my hand for him to shake. "I'm Wilma, but don't call me that. I prefer Will." I glanced around, taking in my surroundings. "Very funny, so is this some sort of game show? Where are the cameras?"

[Helmuth]

xxxxxxｑｕｅｎｔｉｎ && ｎａｔｔｉｅ－
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxw/wilma. -- emo/q- suspecting; n- fearful. --

OOC: xD I think you got mixed up with the forms: Quentin has brown hair, brown eyes. Nattie has blonde hair, brown eyes.

xxxxx Quentin took a edgy step back, fumbling in his pants. Where was that switch blade? Not that he believed this irritated and irritating British huffy girl was any harm to him. But at any second, somebody could pop out and try to blame him for Alex's death. That was not his fault. Yet his heart fell somber and he glanced down at the shiny white floor. Then his brown eyes flickered back to her face, questioning. "All right, Wilma." He said through gritted teeth. "Either I'm dreaming or this is really happening. Either way, I doubt this is a game show." Normally in the mafia game shows, they brought in uzis and gore. He hoped that wasn't the case. "I'm going to look down the hall." He said, glancing between them. Then he stiffly walked away, into the dark hallway that didn't seem to end.

Nattie stood there, frozen. Her skin prickled. This couldn't be happening, because this -- whatever it was -- was impossible. Right? "Mom!" She called out. She turned and edged down the opposite hall, peeking through the bedroom where she had emerged. She was dreaming. Yes. Dizziness washed over her as she stared at the blank room. Nothing was there. "Dad?" She mumbled. Where was everybody?

[Flaming]

Oops.... I was on mobile, must of read the wrong post

Wilma Jane Roberts/ Happy

"Wait so this isn't a gameshow?" I smiled. Even though the situation wasn't as I planned. I was still hopefully far far away from my parents. I let my arm go limp after he didn't accept it. (Perhaps all Americans were this rude.) I barely heard him when he said something about looking down the halls more. I turned back to the girl and said,"Come on." As I started to follow the boy.
"First off, my name is Will and second you didn't even tell me your name." I scolded him as we walked past a few doors.