Better Out Than In
[Again, L had been exploring. It was the only method of trying to find a way out...and L wanted out... He wanted to go back. The door opened, and he found himself peering into a strange, multicolored room. The walls and floor faded in and out with various slowly-changing colors--purples, deep blues, light blues, greens, yellows, oranges, reds, and black--and several white minimalist couches were scattered throughout the room.
[No sooner had he taken a glance inside, than he felt a pull, a magnetism drawing him through the door. The detective stumbled forward, almost against his will, and the door closed behind him. L looked up, about to turn around in protest...when he felt something stir deep inside him. He had only half a second to dread the purpose of this room, before he was overcome with emotion... Grief... The detective's expression slowly fell, looking stricken, and he was completely unable to keep the feelings back.
[One shaky hand rose to his face...and he could already feel...tears... His vision blurred, and a quiet sob shook its way from his chest. He no longer felt he was able to stand, unable to stop the crippling emotions from bleeding out...--grief...despair...regret...shame...loss... He fell into his crouch but forced himself to crawl into a corner before he completely fell apart...curling up with his back to the walls, knees to his chest, arms encircling them to block the world out as he pressed his face into his legs tightly. His walls...his defenses, were gone... He felt as if he were breaking inside, the burden of all the pain--everything he'd endured in his life, everything he was holding back--ignoring--in order to simply get through the day--was simply too much for his mind and body to contain any longer...and some dark part of his mind wondered if he were dying.
[Fingers clawed desperately at his sleeves, needing something--anything--for purchase, as the sobs wracked his body, all the tears he never allowed now coming unbidden in full force. For all the pain that could not be erased, the mistakes that could never be reversed, the problems that could never be resolved...the wrongs that would never go away... His limbs shook, body tensed, and he could barely breathe, as if his lungs were being crushed with the weight of his grief.]
((OOC: Okay, so lets see if I can explain this well enough. This is a room that forces those inside to feel and express any or all of the emotions they've been hiding within them, repressing. Whether keeping these feelings from others or from themselves or both--you decide. They don't have to talk about it--this room is mainly for the purpose of feeling--but they can talk if you want them to. The emotions don't have to be sad or even negative. If, for some reason, your character has been hiding their happiness or any other positive or negative emotion, it all works the same way. If your character really hasn't been hiding much, then they will be unaffected. Might be a good opportunity to try to interact with any other people in the room (though they might not be very talkative, depending).
((Now, if everyone's all wrapped up in their own feelings, there might not be much interaction...but for this room, that's probably okay. Here's the kicker to the room. It actually ends positively for anyone inside. Once they finally are able to get out everything they'd been keeping in, they will feel lighter, kind of like the feeling that you've just had a good cry. It's refreshing in the end. If the feelings were negative, sure, their problems will still be there, but at least now they can leave with a bit more mental and emotional clarity. Thinky here's been through a lot that he's never completely gotten over, and a lot about the mansion and his situation back in his own world that has been stressing him out, but he won't fully allow himself to confront it, feel it. Well...he sure is now. *dies*
((Oh! And the floor and walls are supposed to be like uncertain mood rings. XD))
[No sooner had he taken a glance inside, than he felt a pull, a magnetism drawing him through the door. The detective stumbled forward, almost against his will, and the door closed behind him. L looked up, about to turn around in protest...when he felt something stir deep inside him. He had only half a second to dread the purpose of this room, before he was overcome with emotion... Grief... The detective's expression slowly fell, looking stricken, and he was completely unable to keep the feelings back.
[One shaky hand rose to his face...and he could already feel...tears... His vision blurred, and a quiet sob shook its way from his chest. He no longer felt he was able to stand, unable to stop the crippling emotions from bleeding out...--grief...despair...regret...shame...loss... He fell into his crouch but forced himself to crawl into a corner before he completely fell apart...curling up with his back to the walls, knees to his chest, arms encircling them to block the world out as he pressed his face into his legs tightly. His walls...his defenses, were gone... He felt as if he were breaking inside, the burden of all the pain--everything he'd endured in his life, everything he was holding back--ignoring--in order to simply get through the day--was simply too much for his mind and body to contain any longer...and some dark part of his mind wondered if he were dying.
[Fingers clawed desperately at his sleeves, needing something--anything--for purchase, as the sobs wracked his body, all the tears he never allowed now coming unbidden in full force. For all the pain that could not be erased, the mistakes that could never be reversed, the problems that could never be resolved...the wrongs that would never go away... His limbs shook, body tensed, and he could barely breathe, as if his lungs were being crushed with the weight of his grief.]
((OOC: Okay, so lets see if I can explain this well enough. This is a room that forces those inside to feel and express any or all of the emotions they've been hiding within them, repressing. Whether keeping these feelings from others or from themselves or both--you decide. They don't have to talk about it--this room is mainly for the purpose of feeling--but they can talk if you want them to. The emotions don't have to be sad or even negative. If, for some reason, your character has been hiding their happiness or any other positive or negative emotion, it all works the same way. If your character really hasn't been hiding much, then they will be unaffected. Might be a good opportunity to try to interact with any other people in the room (though they might not be very talkative, depending).
((Now, if everyone's all wrapped up in their own feelings, there might not be much interaction...but for this room, that's probably okay. Here's the kicker to the room. It actually ends positively for anyone inside. Once they finally are able to get out everything they'd been keeping in, they will feel lighter, kind of like the feeling that you've just had a good cry. It's refreshing in the end. If the feelings were negative, sure, their problems will still be there, but at least now they can leave with a bit more mental and emotional clarity. Thinky here's been through a lot that he's never completely gotten over, and a lot about the mansion and his situation back in his own world that has been stressing him out, but he won't fully allow himself to confront it, feel it. Well...he sure is now. *dies*
((Oh! And the floor and walls are supposed to be like uncertain mood rings. XD))