Calamity
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Thread Topic: Calamity
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I'm working on the post right now. It should be up in a few hours.))
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Your post is beauty, 1714. You both are so good with writing. I'm better at writing on paper. I get very lazy with my cellphone and I never happen to reread a post. Fun fact, I probably have never reread a post. It gives me really bad anxiety to do so. I, usually of course, type on a computer. Sadly, my computer it not in reach.))
Eh. The passing out thing kinda has to happen. It makes time for the school to be closed up, if everyone was awake that would be difficult. Wouldn't someone notice that someone was closing up the school?))
Alyce perused the note again. She was feeling dread coming over her. Alyce's mind felt like it was drowning and everyone around her could survive. However, that wasn't her, because she could feel the perturbation growing in the halls of that damn school. Was it even a school? She didn't know. How could it not be? This was all so very queer. It was all a baffling mystery. She felt like she in a story.....A death one. It was still very unsettling. The lights in the halls dripped down from the ceiling and it was dim. Is this school so poor that they can't get good lights? Her thoughts almost consumed her at the moment. The tile was black and white. It all made her think of a haunting case. Alyce wondered if she was alone or not. Probably. Probably not. She never really feared being alone. Actually, she rather be alone. She grew up somewhat alone. Something wasn't right. He heels clicked on the floor of the dead silent hallway. It was so eerie. It didn't help that the doors to the gym was on the right of the hall and that She had to step under a sparking light to open the doors. She caught her breath and open the gym doors.
Camden made his was to the gym, just like the note had stated. He definitely still felt dazed and sick. Everything hurt. He was very sore. He half staggered down the hallway. It didn't take him long to find the gym. The school was weird. It all had the style of a 1970 goth house. He pushed his way through the gym's doors and thought. It was a pretty normal looking gym. Bleachers and a stage. A big closet in the back. The lighting was weird. Actually, it looked like the lighting outside when it rains. A single microphone hung down from the ceiling in the middle of the gym and that kinda surprised him. He expected tons and tons of students piled on the bleachers. However, one single girl sat on the 1st roll of them. All alone. This made him very confused. "Hey!" He called out to get her attention. Her head turned. Her stare was unpleasant. "Uh. Where's all the students?" Camden asked, hoping for answers. He moved closer and sat a couple feet away from her on the bleachers. "I know as much as you." She quickly whispered, avoiding eye contact. "I don't know anything. I just got here." He replied back to her. She twisted a piece of her hair. "I guess we have to wait and find out." She stated back.
Maddie was petrified. What the actual hell? What was happening? No way out. That's all she could think about. She didn't exactly believe it. Why would someone leave such an ignorant note? Probably another ridiculous teenage, like her. As she walked through the halls, everything about the letter was true. She tried most of the doors and they had been locked. Chemistry lab was locked. Library was locked. Everything was locked. Well, expect, the kitchen, locker rooms, bathrooms, dining hall/cafeteria, some classrooms, and most likely the gym was too. Maddie wanted to know her surroundings first. Actually, she knew the unlocked doors because she sorta got lost first. It didn't take long for her to find the gym though. It was practically easy to find them. The gym door's appeared to be the largest doors in the school so far. Everything felt so odd. So different. She didn't really want to believe any negative things. So, she decided that this was all just a way to surprise the kids and a good laugh. She opened the door and two students waited for.
Blaze found himself waking up in a kitchen. His eyes pressed shut and burned. The huge lights on the ceiling cooked his eyeballs. His shoulder grew pain too. He was determined that he pulled a muscle. It wasn't anything serious. No bleeding. No bone protruding from the skin. The side of his face felt bruised. Blaze ruffled his hair and sat himself up. The kitchen appeared to be big and able to cook a decent amount of food at once. "Oh, I see. A cafeteria kitchen." He stated to himself and stood up. Everything looked pretty normal. Metal tables, Huge ovens, Sinks, Pots hanging up, Knifes hanging up, dishes, cabinets, freezer, and stuff like that. Blaze studied and nosed into stuff. He found cookbooks in the drawers. After a few minutes of searching through endless junk, something caught his eye. A spice shelf was hung neatly above a table. It had herbs and spices that were rare or cost a rich amount of money. Cloves, cinnamon, and easy baking spices were commonly placed. He touched a glass bottle of rosemary and studied it. Blaze looked back up to place the bottle back and his eyes widened. However, he quickly replaced in back with his same stoic expression. In the far roll, on the back of the shelf, laid different colored pills and powders. He read a few. "Arsenic pills. Cyanide pills," He stopped and headed towards the door. Seconds later, he found his note too. "I didn't think normal schools had glass bottles of poison on shelves in the kitchens. I have a feeling I'm about to get f---ed over." -
Heads up, Ello is now dropped from the roleplay. They can talk to me later about it. However, they are not allowed back in for the time being. So, skip over them.))
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The distracting realm of her intimate cogitation was shaken by the waves of the outside that raged towards shore. The tides washed her completely out of her fantasy and collided into the sandy platform of realization that she was having another zone out of her outlandish visions of flocking the caged nest. The door swung open with vibes of paranoia and fret, but the atmosphere tingled with some occurrence to say some peculiar news. Mother was always the informer, and if nothing processed in Kona's head suddenly then her father would most likely be the one to echo it one last time, but not as lightly as her mother, which tiptoes and tangoes with her phrases to implement clues instead of directly spoonfeeding any of the typical news they get, which was just plain expecting. But this time Kona didn't feel it, and she twisted herself to her mother's fragile but urgent postured presence and tossed her seashell necklace to the side to brace herself for sudden impact that would punch her dreams further into a vacant well of hope that she felt that it would be deteriorated.
"Me and your father have knowledge that we don't get much riveting disclosures or prominent phenomenons of anything. Nothing out of the ordinary, but-
"What if for years we've been getting those types of things-
"I know you're going to argue about what we did, but it was justifiable to keep you safe, and we don't want things to harm you or that wouldn't make us very nice parents, would it?"
Kona couldn't protest, even with just a few sentences she was restrained by her own silence and taught obedience that it was just best to listen, like always. Her face curled in her most famous expression, the subtle frustration.
"Your face always does that whenever you're upset."
"My face is just like that on default, Mom. Doesn't mean I'm always upset, but assumptions are always in your head like trust doesn't come before any of that."
And her facial demeanour snapped out for itself.
Silence.
"I guess I'll just give you this envelope and let you cool down. Please don't-
"I understand, yes."
The stern voice that escaped Kona's mouth just implied such basked anger, which her mother just awkwardly left their extremely uncomfortable conversation and lightly shut the door, but her hidden aggression unfolds when Kona stays quiet and waits for her parents arguement to fly free into the air with blah blah this, blah blah Kona that, blah blah Kona is not one of those types of teens, get over it!
Her sigh relieved her emotions and she glanced at the envelope which she has received from her mother. The imprints and calligraphy was astounding, and the exterior that held the information inside was a creamy color that was absent of any flaws. Her fingers slowly brushed in awe against the soft surface of the fresh-smelling envelope, like the shells that were laying lonely on her dysfunctional bed. And then came her memories of going to the beach earlier, just alone, free, her bare feet stomping on the warm sand that hugged the heels of her toes and the water that splashed violently if she got too close.
And with that kind of sweet remembrance, she felt like what was inside was a new opening, was some shell of path to her freedom that she didn't intend to get in a very long time. And with that, she took the shells out of her bed and clasped them tight in her moist fist, and gradually opened the envelope to a sweet surprise with a potential deadly ending of just simple desire. -
There were no windows. Everything was dark as the only light illuminated from the lights on the ceiling. Because there was no natural lighting, everything was cold. No, things were beyond cold; they were freezing. Ashrae was so chilled to the bone that a few times she had lied to herself, believing that she had almost seen her breath in the air a few times. Her joints still ached from the frosty temperature, but still, Ashrae walked though the halls.
Ashrae looked like a rather small child in the condition she was in. She still had her brother's leather jacket around her shoulders, and deciding that she would do anything to keep warm, she slipped her arms into the sleeves. Pyotor was much bigger than his little sister, so his jacket gave the illusion that Ashrae was twice as young than she really was, but that didn't matter. Her dark black hair was still soaked and water dripped onto the black and white tiles as she walked.
Finally, after a while of walking, Ashrae came to a set of double doors. They were much bigger than all the other doors she had passed while walking throughout the school, and it reminded her a lot of her Elementary school gym doors.
Adjusting the jacket by wrapping it tighter around her body, Ashrae decided that she had nothing to lose. A small, pale, fragile hand of hers reached towards the doors and opened it up.
A blast of chilly air instantly hit Ashrae's body, sending painful shivers throughout her body. She had finally found the gym, and as she stepped inside with soft feet, she realized that she wasn't the only one there! There were other kids her age sitting on the bleachers, all looking just as confused as she felt.
Hope sparked inside of Ashrae's chest as she forced her feet to move forward, tripping over herself as her joints still weren't working well with the cold. Once she got close enough to the other kids she stopped. A slight smile was on her face as she was happy to finally have other people there with her, but that's when Ashrae realized that she didn't know what to say to them. What was there to say? They were all seemingly trapped inside of the school with no way out, and she was just supposed to start a normal conversation?
Realizing that there was nothing Ashrae could really say, her smile faded and she looked down, her arms still wrapped around herself, and shivered, somewhat embarrassed.
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The school seemed endless. Pyotor was never very smart when it came to navigating through a place he'd never been before. Every hallway he walked through seemed like he had already traveled through it a million times. He was beginning to feel as if he needed breadcrumbs to mark the places he had already been. He was started to get a little frustrated, too. Sure, the school was rather big, but how hard was it to find the gym?
Brown eyes narrowed in determination, Pyotor kept pushing, even though he felt rather sick to his stomach. Everything around him gave him an uneasy feeling. The black and white tiled floor, the flickering hanging lights from the ceiling; instead of a school, the building was beginning to feel more like a mental hospital, the ones he always saw in horror games.
In a way, Pyotor might as well had been in a horror game. For some reason, a laugh almost escaped his throat when he thought of that.
First, everything was happy. He was just walking to his new school with his little sister when all of a sudden it starts raining. Things get eerie and unsettling, and as soon as they step foot on school grounds, he's mysteriously knocked out. When he wakes up, there's no sign of Ashrae anywhere, and there's a note that's written in childish handwriting that basically confirms that he's going to most likely die in that building.
It was rather humorous in a terrifying way.
After that entertaining, yet terrifying though, passed through Pyotor's mind, worry began to take over his thoughts. It had rained, and the school wasn't the warmest of places. If Ashrae was in there with him like he thought she was, she would most likely be freezing. His little sister's immune system wasn't the strongest, and she spent most winters in and out of hospitals for various sicknesses like pneumonia, the flu, bronchitis and other things. If Ashrae got extremely sick again, would she be able to recover being stuck in the school?
With that thought in mind, Pyotor picked up his pace, his hands shaking, itching for a cigarette to take his mind off of things. He needed to find that gym.
Finally, Pyotor came to a set of doors that caught his attention. It looked different than all the other doors he had been aimlessly passing by. It was like the doors held some sort of significance compared to all other doors in the school; or the ones that he had seen, anyway. He was only on the first floor, and he knew that there was at least a second floor to the school itself.
Approaching the doors, Pyotor gripped the handle of the door, ready to open it, when he stopped himself. There was this sudden plummeting feeling in his stomach. It was like that feeling you got when you were trying to fall asleep, but suddenly you felt as if you were falling through your bed sheets, though you hadn't moved at all. It felt like that.
Something was wrong. -
The doors swung open and Alyce prayed that it was the staff of the school. She inched herself away from the others talking and observed the girl. Alyce wasn't mean. She just had that snappy look to her. She observed everything with her eyes and her expression was judgmental too. She quickly let it disappear behind a look of curiosity.
"There's another. It appears we aren't that alone," Alyce stated the obvious, with her Russian accent burning through her words. She knew English, but her Russian voice made it sound like English wasn't her best strategy.
"Let's hope this female isn't as brain dead as you two. This isn't right. Something is obviously wrong. This is not a place to make loads of friends. Apparently, we can't escape." Alyce snapped at Maggie and Camden. She wasn't usually rude. She was mostly rude when stressed and caught in a lie.
Alyce looked down at the ends of her dress. She dusted it off and allowed her hair to fall in her face. She didn't want to talk. She wanted to sink away and leave. She would've done left. However, there's no way out. She sat silent and solemn. Everyone harbored the secret fantasy that everyone who was friends with them would also be friends with each other. Alyce didn't think that way. Alyce believed Friendship was earned. Not gave. The cold day air, scented with new leaves and water, bit at her fingers and arms, and some potent combination of the cool air and the huge, huge building quickened Alyce's blood and worried her more.
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Maddie looked at Alyce sharply. She sat in a more boyish manner and a light smile planted on her innocent face. Her head popped up, when she heard the gym doors open. She watched the female and kept her normal friendly smile.
"This," Maddie said, the palm of her hand placed on her forehead, "is the reason scientist believe teenagers are so pushy and moody." She replied back. The girl was coming certainly closer. Friend or Enemy?
"Are you another student? I was hoping for staff, but I'm not disappointed to see another student. The more. The better. Here. Sit next to me." Maddie told the girl and scooted some to make room. Camden sat on one side of Maddie, but the other side of her was open.
The smell of fear was strong as the as the rank smell of the school, and vaguely contagious to Maddie. However, she wasn't going to lose her happy-go-lucky attitude yet. She was the kind of person to stay strong for others.
"What's even happening? What do you guys think? Hmm. Maybe, it had something to do with a big plague happening and we just don't know it!" She eagerly suggested.
"I, personally, think the government turned on us! Or or or.....Maybe, we have been stuck in here for years and just don't know it." She shrugged and suggested more fantasy ideas.
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Camden had took a sit awhile ago. He hoped that the stuff would start soon. He didn't like talking much, only because he was in a very paranoid state. His hair was mussed from not putting much effort in to it and his eyes stared dead. It took much effort to reply to his new founded friend, Maddie. Everything was horrible to him at the moment. His own saliva tasted of venom. He felt simultaneously like the oldest teenage on the planet. His smile had melted away. Actually, it remained for just a moment too long, his lips pulled up to show an emotion that had vanished seconds ago. He laughed slightly to himself, trying to make him more comfortable in this situation. What the actual f---? It just had to be him. He ignored his emotions.
"Yeah. Come take a sit. I'm sure this is just a joke and it'll be over shortly." Camden gulped and nodded.
He was handsome, beautiful chocolate colored hair falling across a tan-skinned face, and light, curious-coloured eyes flashed through the haphazard strands. His jaw was firm and strong, and his nose long but slightly crooked, like it had been broken and left to its imperfections. There was an odd lightness about his eyes, though, and a small curve to his lips, as if there were something terribly funny only he knew the answer to, and it was that brief, wicked glance people always caught that said maybe he hasn't been paranoid this whole time. However, his head was screaming and his looks wouldn't allow him to survive soon.
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Blaze was having the most awful time ever. He absolutely didn't like the arrangement of the school and the stuff in it. Was he ready for the gym? No. Blaze liked to meet the track before starting the race. He wasn't having much luck at any of the doors and the cameras everywhere made him squirm. His hair was mangled and his body temperature was dropping. He was freezing. Yeah, he had long sleeves. All his clothes were way too big for him though. Blaze wasn't a hunky male. His features had stunning quality. Except, he just wasn't made to be very built. Blaze was the type of male that could play it off as a preteen girl. He didn't really care about physical appearance. He just cared about Intelligence. The school was a dump. Everything was odd and Blaze quickly realized why. It's giving the whole insanity affect. It's the ideal place for going insane. Whoever made this set everything for it perfectly. -
Tip tip tip went Christians Nikes as he walked down the hall. He needed to find the gym, figure stuff out. His camera case padded agains his chest, the camera in it. Finally he saw a sign that said "Gymnassium >" and he took a right into double doors. He p
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He peeked into the gym, relieved to see other students in this dark and lonely place. A door opened as he stepped in, grabbing his camera from the case. He checked it- working- and snapped the moment. He had a gift to capture time in pictures.
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^^Sorry, Ello. We've had this discussion already. You never give any of us a notice and you haven't replied in a week. You have been kicked out. I would like the roleplay to keep going in a good repeat a day. I can't have anyone that we have to wait on. You can address me in my official thread on the lounge and we can figure something out. However, right now you have be kicked out.
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Oh. Sorry.
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bump))
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^^You can go ahead and post, if you'd like.))
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Alright, I'll post when my internet stops being a b----))
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Luckily for Ashrae, she didn't have to be the one to initiate a conversation, as one of the girls who was sitting down on the bench next to some other boy had already spoken up for her. She seemed nice enough, though perhaps a bit childish in the way she spoke. Talking about governments and plagues? It seemed a bit odd to her, but at least she seemed a bit optimistic.
The boy next to the girl seemed slightly scared, or at least on edge. It mad sense, though. The school was closed off, and there was no way out. That would make anyone seem scared or worried.
"Thank you," Ashrae spoke up with a slight smile, appreciating both of the teens offerings to have her sit.
Ashrae moved some of her damp hair out of her face, still slightly shivering. She hoped that she would soon be able to find her luggage so she'd be able to change into clothes that were dry. Her wet clothes were doing nothing to really warm her up, and her body felt like it was going numb.
To try and take her mind off of things, Ashrae turned and looked at the three kids sitting on the bleachers with her. Everyone seemed to be around her age, which made sense. Knowing that she would probably be stuck in that school with them for quite some time, Ashrae decided that it would probably be best to try and get to know them.
"My name is Ashrae," she spoke up with a shiver, but offering a small smile to everyone around her. Her green eyes looked between the three kids with her, two girls and a guy, and she knew that there had to be more people coming. Her brother had to find her soon. "What are your guys' names?"
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Finally, Pyotor was able to pull his head out of his distracting thoughts and he opened up the gym doors. He took a step inside with silent feet and he looked around. Everything seemed to be nice enough, though still it was rather run down. When he heard about the school, he was under the impression that it was going to be amazing and completely renovated, but the whole place was rather creepy.
Deciding to stop judging how the school looked, Pyotor turned his attention towards the bleachers. There were four kids sitting there, three girls and one guy. Wanting to find his sister, he carefully looked over each of the kids. He instantly ruled out the guy, as his sister was obviously a girl, and then both of the girls, as they were blonde.
That left the other girl, with long black hair, who looked like a child in an oversized coat; his oversized leather jacket, to be exact. Realizing he found his sister, Pyotor instantly started cutting his way across the gym, making his way over towards her.
(Sorry if this seems rushed or lacking in writing. Really exhausted at them moment.)
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