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

[youre_the_onlyreason]

{{Hey! I got grounded, so I won't be able to post in some time! Sorry!}}

[Helmuth]

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

OOC: im_not_okay_Ipromise: Darn, really? Okay, we'll try not to go on too far without ya!
Flaming: Should I mention her as "Will" or "Wilma?"

xxxxxQuentin felt his body relax a little as the two siblings introduced themselves. Well, apparently they were in the same scenario in which he was in, so that still meant there were going to be others. He stared at the door knob Zach had come out of, the same door knob the Finnish, Swedish -- I have no idea what the heck she is -- blonde girl had been yanking on. He frowned. So. This all seemed to be in some sort of supernatural mash of Stephen King's the Shining and that new Leonardo DiCaprio movie Inception. For some reason, that sounded hysterical in his mind and his chest erupted in a shaky laugh. There were no supernatural forces at work. This place wasn't "possessing" them. But as he regained his thoughts, he looked around and his normal dark persona washed back over him. The smile dropped. But whoever put them here sure wasn't just going to let them stroll out. They were here for a reason.

xxxxxQuentin glanced haggardly at Wilma. "Does it look like I've seen anybody else?" He motioned around. "Apparently they just keep coming, so why should we even look? They'll turn up eventually." Then he bit his lip and looked ahead. "Hopefully before whoever has us turns up. We need as many numbers as we can get."

xxxxxNattie glanced at the boy who had barged through and introduced himself as Zach. Then she looked at the girl, his sister. "You almost knocked me to the moon," she muttered, tenderly rubbing her butt. Then she went to the girl's side, Alex, and raised an eyebrow. "Do you have any idea where we're at? Because, by my standards, this isn't a normal day for me. I mean, sometimes I get lost in the guy's wear at Walmart and it takes a while to get away, but... I'm not this stupid to get kidnapped."

[Flaming]

Squee! I have somebody coding a character form for me and I can't wait! And call her Wilma, she hates it and prefers Will but it'll good for her personality.

Wilma Jane Roberts

I jumped out of my skin when what's-his-face started to laugh. It had welled up inside of him and bubbled out unexpectedly so I stood there verypatiently and waited for him to stuff it. I almost grinned when I saw his face. It was tinged pink and he looked actually happy, but he frowned again for some reason and the boy's face went back to it's normal stern setting. I reached out to touch his arm before I realized that 1. I still didn't know his name 2. He was possibly crazy and 3. He had just started to laugh like a maniac. What if he was the one who put us in here. I grimaced a little at my own thoughts... I was being paranoid. The American was stuck here like the rest of us. "Care to share the joke?" I questioned him, a snarky smile played on my lips.

[Helmuth]

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

OOC:

xxxxxAll amusement drained from his dark eyes as Quentin snapped his gaze back to Wilma. "No," he said stubbornly. "It doesn't really matter, does it?" He felt coldness return to his inner core and he strode on, looking at each door as he went on. At first, he didn't catch the tiny golden plates, up and to the right of each door. Then he stopped. It read, 983 - the hammer. The hammer? He walked forward and tried to yank at the door with one hand but, like Nattie's attempted achievement, it didn't budge. He cursed lowly under his breath.

xxxxx"This place just keeps getting better, doesn't it?" He snapped. He bore a hole through the plate and glanced down the line of the hall. It didn't seem to get any shorter, in either direction. It looked like heatwaves, stretching it out. Playing with his mind. He sighed and ran his right hand through his hair, keeping his left stuck in his pocket. He frowned at the door and its plate. "What does '983 - The Hammer' mean?" Then he brushed past Wilma and the group trucking behind him to another door, reading them. Each had three digit numbers. Then a title. He went back down the few doors they'd passed by and went to the one he'd come out of. The plate read, 376 - the taker.

[Flaming]

Wilma Jane Roberts

I let his comment slide off of me as I followed him to see what he was doing. He intrigued me, while I liked the others ones well enough, he seemed to be hiding something from everyone. I was tempted to ask him but I didn't want to piss him off any more. I almost didn't hear him when he said,"This place just keeps getting better, doesn't it?" Curious I read the plaque that got him all riled up. It read: 983 - the hammer. That was odd... but perhaps it meant something. I looked around and I saw dozens of plaques on all of the doors. What if..what if they were terms? Like jobs or roles they were meant to fill. I voiced this opinion out loud. I wanted to see what the others would think.

[Helmuth]

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

OOC:

xxxxxQuentin shrugged. "I don't think it really matters if they are terms." He looked back at his, the Taker. He blinked for a moment and turned to her. "It doesn't mean anything." He looked around again and caught sight of a small, small shiny black dot in the corner of the room. He quickly looked away. "There's cameras here. So, obviously, somebody did put us here." At least they hadn't all gotten drunk and come here in their state, wherever here was. He sighed and wiped his brow with his right hand. "C'mon, let's go." He continued down the hall and kept a subtle eye on the camera the whole time.

xxxxxIt seemed like five minutes had passed, them walking down the endless hall. It felt like he was on a treadmill, like he was a hamster, being watched by adored little girls. He scoffed to himself and he almost walked by it, getting caught up in his thoughts. But he screeched to a halt, knocking into Wilma. He gave her an apologetic look, muttered, "Sorry," and then pushed the door open. This was a different door. It wasn't like a dorm door. It was a swinging door. As he entered, the strong aroma hit his senses hard. He rushed back, throwing his crippled, withered left hand to his nose on instinct. His eyes watered. It... it smelled like rotting grapes, sloshy manure and... violets. That only meant blood.

[Flaming]

Wilma Jane Roberts/ With Quentin/ Afraid

When the American mentioned cameras I felt disgusted. Not only did the mysterious person kidnap us, they also decided to wire in some cameras. Were we here as amusement? I scowled at one of the cameras. Still fuming, I paced around uselessly as Mr. American explored the area. As he was heading toward one of the doors, he bumped into me, I turned toward him to snap, but he beat me to it by apologizing. I was stunned but I wouldn't let him be more polite than I was. So I smiled and told him is was chill. I heard him swing open a door rather than close it and as I opened my mouth to question it, a horrible smell washed over me. It smelled like a hospital, with the metallic twang of blood and a faint hint of bleach. I bent over my stomach and dry retched. I sat down and put my head between my knees attempting to get my bearings back.

[Flaming]

Umm.... Hello?

[Flaming]

Ummmm bump?

[.vagabond.]

Username- Wolf359
Name- Xanthe Calliope Farsight ( ZAN-thee ka-LYE-oh-pee )

An ambitious, creative girl. Is often quite naïve and seen as a dreamer. She's an extreme optimist and rather clever. She's not manipulative, just shrewd, and she knows how to negotiate. She understands the basics of how people think. A lacking of self-confidence is one of her flaws, and a major one at that. She can be quite vulnerable when unsure of something. But she'll never let anything attack her feelings and cause her to doubt her worth even though she can doubt her abilities.

A vertical scar runs down from her neck to the centre of her back.

These are her tattoos.
this and this
She doesn't remember getting the one on her wrist, but still likes it.
( She got the scar after the tattoo )

I know the picture shows blue eyes, but I'm giving her hectochromia just for fun X3 Her right eye is blue, however her left eye is dark brown.

Sexuality - Heterosexual