A Room.
You are in a room.
The floor is made of concrete.
The walls are made of concrete.
The ceiling is made... View more
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I rub Emmaline on the back. “Hey everything will be alright no one is going to die.”
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Velia looks up at Dakota in almost slow motion, she seems completely annoyed with such a statement. Almost as if language barriers weren’t the problem, there simply was no words. Finally she screams again. Before anyone can question her she sits down against the wall. Samuel moves next to her, his eyes darting to Alex and Elijah making sure they were okay before he mutters something in Velianese to Velia, he most audible words were “River” “broken” and “red” sounded like a pleasant conversation just based on that….*sarcasm*
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Elijah sits silently, his mind slowly shutting itself off.
“Elijah?” Alex questions. With no response he continues to beckon Elijah, soon he is shouting and shaking him. That is until Alex just slaps him.
“Ow! What? Sorry…” Elijah finally speaks.
Alex pats his shoulder, “Hang in there, don’t shut off on us.”
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Samuel tries his hardest but anything outside was shut off, no image comes to his mind…not even one. It was alla. Giant game of chance this much seemed apparent, and form all this trying finally through the block he begins to space out into another reality….
Samuel continously screams starring at the place where Velia’s body had vanished to. She was attacked last moment and nothing was helping no one seemed to be of consult, Alex was crying and in frustration Elijah punched the wall. The horror of it all was imprinted on his brain and he probably didn’t realize he was screaming, the others in the room murmured in surprise and grief. Their sad tones bouncing like inaudible voices that once filled his head. When finally he went hoarse, he began to rock, his hands finding his knees and broken sobs breaking out, almost as if in response to the reaction, his brain metaphorically explodes with memories. White hallway memories, and people thrashing in seizures their eyes going white….then some didn’t have the seizures their eyes just clouding over…if Samuel had a mirror he’d watch this happen as it did once upon a time, as the magic memories fill him and the emotions get more and more severe….his eyes clouded more and more….until the bright yellow became pure white. He sat there not looking up as his thoughts get more and more tangled fragmented and complicated. His rocking more severe as noises echo through the room above the murmurs the noises that obviously weren’t real had to be fake…he was strangely aware of how fast he was loosing his mind. Every mental barrier he created exploded at once….who is Samuel without Velia? He didn’t have the answers it her name didn’t make sense in his head the image it brought was wrong, so desperately, he looks to the others now with eyes just like hers…..”Where….is the monster hiding, and how come the closet door is left so open…?” English? He couldn’t remember what that was let alone how to speak it…
“Sam-Sam?” Samuel opened his eyes to Velia looking at him with a worried expression. He hugs her
“oh thank god..”
“How is the water so cold?” She asks her tone very worried.
“….The ice broke off when we tried jumping on the island.” He explained.
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Steve sits in the corner, he stands up and walks around, then he walks over to the wall and kicks it, over and over, then he sits down against the wall, clutching his foot in pain
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[STEVE] attempts an escape.
[ROLLING: 1-3000]
[IF ROLL = 315, ESCAPE ATTEMPT WILL SUCCEED]
[ROLLED 1272]
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I get up and place a patch of ice on the wall. I cover my hand in ice and slam my fist at the ice attempting to weaken the wall. (It’s a concrete wall correct?)
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Alex sighs, “I wish we had Jade’s sledge hammer.”
Elijah looks over to Samuel and Velia. “You okay?” He asks, crawling a short distance towards them, Alex gets up and follows with a few steps.”
“We need to try something…it’s not like concrete can’t break,” Alex says, sitting.
“We should plan, does Velia have any knowledge?” Elijag asks once more.
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Velia blinks….concrete….maybe they could break it…she looks to Samuel,
“if all the trees in the forest fall at the same time how far does the sound echo?” Samuel thinks about her question deeply as if calculating,
“quite exactly 1 in 3000…” He says and Velia nods she knew as much, so they just needed to get lucky. Do they keep trying until the luck strikes or do they formulate fu rther…
“let’s try chopping anyways.” She decides, Samuel nods,
“we could try everyone going into the wall at once.” Samuel explains.
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Alex looks at Samuel, “Oh…um…but with what? They’re made of concrete, we’re going to need more than just our bodies.”
At this, Elijah chuckles into his hand, taking a rather different interpretation of the “we’re going to need more than just our bodies” part.
“What?” Alex looks to him, “What are you-…Oh. Wow. Grow up, Elijah.”
“Sorry,” Elijah gets out between a few stifled laughs.
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With a laugh, Samuel shrugs. “It’s something I guess, maybe manifest but I doubt that’d work in here.” Velia shakes her head despite the notion being negative she meant that as an agreement. “Not work.” She says confirming this. Without any real ideas left they seemed a bit mentally hollow.
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“It’d have to be something strong, strong enough to break stone. And no, Elijah, it’s not you.” Emmaline giggles softly, tracing her fingers over the concrete wall. “It seems old…”
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Samuel looks around “Anyone have anything?”
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Elijah laughs a bit at what Emmaline said before looking around, his usual straight, some what day dreaming expression coming back. Alex is also looking around, before he ends up looking over to see his knife.
Ale holds it up, “Well…I have this but I don’t think a knife will do much good against who knows how thick of concrete.”
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“Wait a second.” Stella speaks up from where she is almost forgotten in the corner, a small ball of her knees pulled to her chest. She stares at Samuel who has just appeared in the room next to the girl who speaks jumbled English. Velia. Something in her whispered, but she shoved the thought aside, trying to focus on what some freaky goth guy back at her school had told her. ‘The mind is a funny thing, Stella.’ He’d said to her, smiling in that creepy way. ‘Technically you could get imprisoned or lost in your own mind, like how someone knows their dreaming but can’t wake up. But, of course, its still just a dream. You can manifest things in your dreams just like you can manifest nightmares.’ Shortly after that, he was put in jail for smoking Marijuana, and she completely disregarded everything he said as being high. She swallowed hard, thinking how ridiculous it had sounded back then. Now, in her head, it seemed like the most logical thing with all of these different people sliding in through no possible entry, with people dying with no proper suspect at hand. What if the person containing them wasn’t even physically with them? What if they weren’t all physically together, just locked in some half-awake state? “So…what if we’re in a lucid dream?” She asks quietly. “Is it possible for people to meet in dreams?”
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