[I]

((Meh. I didn’t get to do much here anyways. Does I’ corpse disappear or do the losers in the room have to deal with it?))

[Blitz]

Steve walks around the dark room, feeling the walls, they appear to be be bare, although he cant feel the whole way up the walls “what the hell is this place?”

[ArtificalConstant]

Ian Sighs and says “hey new guy i ‘am Ian, and we have a wonderful selection of accommodations here in the concrete box hotel any one of our Many rooms has a beautiful view and we also pride ourselves on the amount of privacy here as well” Ian lays back again and returns to reading “Nobody Dies” and laying back listening to Led Zeppelin.

[Blitz]

“how are we not dead? i dont see or feel any vents”

[Blitz]

Steve takes his shirt off, lies down, and uses it as a makeshift pillow

[MaraTwasHere]

Stella’s hands cover her face from where she trembled fearfully in the corner, watching the boy from earlier oozing red thick liquid from his neck and various other body parts. She stepped back banging her back against the wall. “They’re going to kill us!” She shrieked.

[Blitz]

steve awakes to a sudden shriek “whats wrong?” he says putting on his shirt

[MaraTwasHere]

“T-that guy. He’s dead.” She murmured between her hands, watching as his body dismembered to nothing but dust. Oh god, was she hallucinating now? Was he even real? “Am I dreaming?” She asked a bit unsure after seeing that. “I…I must be. I have to be dreaming, this can’t be real.” She seemed to slowly calm down, before examining the new boy who put his shirt on. “Wait! Did you kill him?” She pressed herself against the wall, away from the new guy.

[Blitz]

“i don’t think i did, what guy are you talking about?” steve says, readjusting his eyepatch

[JadeynTheAwesome]

Alex stands there just trembling, staring at the spot where I’s body was just a moment ago before it turned to dust. Tears flow from his eyes, which are wide and reflecting both his fear and shock. He opens his mouth in an attempt to speak, but nothing comes out besides small sobs and whines.

Elijah takes note of this and quickly runs over to Alex, taking his hand once more to make sure he stays close to him, Samuel, and Velia. Elijah also looks to Stella briefly, concerned about her current emotional and mental state. “Stella, you can come sit by us if you want, unless you’d rather be alone,” Elijah lets her know incase the company would help as he takes a seat next to Samuel and Velia. Alex imitates this, still trembling. Elijah, like his little British friend, finds himself trembling, but he doesn’t allow much more than that. Maybe it’s that mentally he’s shutting out what just happened for the sake of his own wellbeing, like some odd coping mechanism.

[Emmaline Fostermen]

“He… He died. It was my fear that killed him.” Her eyes widen, and she shakes in shock. “It’s my fault. Wait. No. It’s the puppet master’s fault. He’s killing us off slowly. We’re all going to die in here.” She stares at the Crimson colored body, shaking and rocking back and forth.

[Blitz]

“what are we here for?” steven asks, to no one in particular

[JadeynTheAwesome]

“That’s the thing,” Elijah starts. “We have no clue why or how exactly we’re here, nor do we know a way out.”

“We’re just…here…and soon enough…something else dangerous is gonna happen…when a weird smell appears out of no where that means that it will start soon,” Alex adds on shakily, staring down at his hands but beginning to calm himself down.

[Komeadaconda]

Samuel looks to the dead disappearance in a quick look of fear. He quickly embraces Velia who screams and buries it inside his scarf, which was now back around his neck, his coat still lies on the floor untouched from when it was Velia’s nest. It seemed to be much dryer at least. Samuel attempts to  comfort Velia, but he himself is shaken. Drown, left in the dark, and who knows what will happen next.

((If I actually was right on the fear thing, Samuel fears hospitals, not being able to help, and the things he doesn’t know so there’s something to work with, as for Velia, well she fears being alone, sometimes herself, and the things she does know. They’re quite the interesting duo—))

[Emmaline Fostermen]

“We’re fucked. Nobody know why we’re here. We just know that puppet master is yanking on our little marionette strings.” She curls up, sitting in the corner.