❥ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀss ʀᴏᴏᴍ

[Kitty~.]

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It had just been another boring, repetitive day for Red. She woke up, had breakfast and got to chilling around the orphanage. It was often like this, an endless cycle. Day after day she would do the same thing over and over. She looked at the old watch she'd picked off the street a little while ago and grunted. In fact, in a few minutes Miss Hunter would confront her, asking if she could go out and get some groceries for the orphans. She was the eldest of the children, so it was only natural. As the familiar sound of high-heels clicking on the floor resounded throughout the small room, Red knew that the Mistress was right on time. She sent the blue-eyed girl a warm smile and gave her the instructions for what they needed for the week. Giving a grunt in response, Red left the building. She'd thought about running away a few times. She could tough it out on her own, she knew, but it'd be risky and there were only a few years before they'd let her out anyway. A sigh left her lips and she continued towards the local grocer. She didn't pay any mind to the white van that pulled in a little while away. It was just another vehicle. It wasn't until she noticed the man following her, clad in black. Paranoia kicked in and every few seconds, a glance was spared behind her. Her pace quickened, hoping to reach a busy place so someone would help her if necessary. She didn't realise the man had gained on her until everything went black.

Everything was hazy as Red awoke from unconsciousness. She had the distinct feeling that she wasn't in her home town anymore, and as her vision cleared, she noticed that she was most definitely right. It was a small room, completely white like a blank canvas without paint to create emotion. A man stood before her. He claimed himself to be 'The Puppet Master' and Red felt a pang of anger as she realised that she may well be one of his 'puppets'. Gritting her teeth, she listened to what he had to say and as he finished, her fury had bubbled down and was replaced with the chilling sensation of fear. She was given a small, glistening dagger, "For later," The Puppet Master had told her with an unnerving grin across his face. She kept it, but with a little hesitance. Sure, she appeared rough on the outside but she'd never use that kind of weapon to harm anyone. Too bad it looked like she didn't have a choice.

They took her to a larger room, which The Puppet Master had labelled as the 'Glass Room'. There were three others there already; two males and one female. She was unsure of whether to approach them, and if so, what to do. She could intimidate them, set them away from her as so when it came to fighting, she didn't hold any ties, but if she appeared friendly, the could get through together. She stood still, thoughts racking her mind. She believed that anything she'd do would create some kind of ripple which would eventually effect her in the future. Whether the effect was negative or positive was the problem. Undecided, she stayed where she was and awaited for the time to come when she would have to confront them.

[Yomi Aino]

(Hey, guys... You started and moved like two pages... So... I'm having a hard time to catch up as I don't read that quickly. Can someone help me?)

[princess pudding]

(Hey, guys... You started and moved like two pages... So... I'm having a hard time to catch up as I don't read that quickly. Can someone help me?)

{{ The only thing that has happened is one by one the children are being escorted to The White Room to meet each other.
Nothing's really going on besides that. x3

[fly away.]

Bailey noticed others coming into the room, and he began to chew on his bottom lip as he sized them up. His hands were moving, as if they could be building something if there were materials in his hand. "Way too small," he said, he was used to directing his hyperness into his hands, which was good. He had put his knife in his pocket, so it wasn't there to be seen. He didn't like weapons all that much. He had never been good with them. Plus, he had gotten it through his head that if he didn't see the weapon-the evidence that he would really have to fight kids- he wouldn't have to fight others. It wasn't working very well. He looked over at the girl who had just walked up, and began to chew on his thumbnail. "Hey," he said, smiling at her slightly. "I'm Bailey," he told her, looking over at the other boy. "I never caught your name," he said softly, looking over at the girl before looking around at the walls. Why was it so white? This was going to bother him, he could just tell. Great. He took a deep breath, trying to find something else to think about. Okay, something else. Why was he here? Why, out of all the fifteen year old guys out there, had he been chosen? Okay, that wasn't very nice to think about either. That just made him a little depressed.

[Bellum]

Ｃ ｅ ｌ ｅ ｓ ｔ ｉ ａ . . . . .

Celestia felt numb. Her whole body was numb. It was painfully unbearable. Her head hurt, her muscles contracted together painfully, and she wasn't able to register what was going on around her. Blinking slowly, she opened her eyes, her vision immedietly clouded in a pristine white. Swallowing she thought to herself 'What the heck, where am I'- before her memories hit her. Little snippets of the White Van and the strange men. Shaking the memories away she murmured to herself "Why me..." as she looked up at the door frame that was opened, her gaze focusing on the Man that sauntered in, like nothing was wrong. Scrambling backwards, she listened to him carefully. Her mind screaming at her to do anything. To run, to hide, to attack but not just sit around. Watching the man, that introduced himself as the Puppet Master, she tried to ignore, the fact that she probably woudn't make it out alive, but she was cut out of her depressing thoughts, when the Puppet Master gave her Twin Swords. Both small and light. Looking back at the man, she watched him go through the door. When she was alone, she twirled the weapons in her hands carefully. Making slight tears in her clothes to put them in when needed. She then looked back up, when she was escorted to another room. Putting her weapons in the tears of her pants, for easy access.

Going through the hallways, she was led to another white room, where she caught sight of four other children and teengagers. Smiling slightly, she walked in, and stood quietly by herself, not knowing what to do. She doubted she would be able to start a decent conversation with the recent events. Her mind quickly clearing up, as the pain in her body ceased.

[Yomi Aino]

(I'm so sorry, but I really find it hard to jump in. Shall I start in the white room or what should I do?)

[Yomi Aino]

(Hey, I'm very sorry for not posting, but I'm taking a break from RP'ing. I do not yet know when I will come back, but I will.)