He's furious. Absolutely furious. His footsteps show it, heavy as if made of lead, as he holds Rory's hand and climbs the stairs into the room. He gives the Scottish girl an assured nod, trying to offer a smile - why was it so hard? - before walking down the corridor towards:
[The door swings open and you step inside because you are so curious about that thick darkness. Shutting behind you with a snap, you look around curiously in the darkness. And then a light blazes into life and you're faced with the body of your sister strung up like a marionette.
And you watch. And she dances. The thick wires around her wrists and neck and ankles pulling her this way and that- And you flinch as blood from her tearing limbs flicks onto your cheek.
She stops and the pale, pale hand points into a corner before she goes limp and the noose around her next lets her hang there, gently swaying from side-to-side. Managing to tear your eyes away, you look at the corner.
Emi's body is curled there, quiet and still. It takes a moment for you to collect your wits and take a step. You wait, to see if the puppet of your sister twitches into artificial life again but she remains still.
And you notice that Emi is holding something.
You have found the clue room. A PM will be sent to you with details.]
He presses up against the wall, hearing his own screams reverberate off of the walls and tear at his ears as if each interval of that frequency were nails being hammered into his skull. He's bleeding, his ears are bleeding, or maybe... n-no that's her blood. His sister's blood is staining his hair. It's not like the blood of the unknown clinging his hair like rust when he leaned against a wall, but it was... he knew who this belonged to... The room smelled of decay. He could see where the wires cut into skin too paper-thin to withstand gravity. Her bones rattled and quaked together without joints to cushion them. Her dress looked as tattered and slashed as her skin. Her hair lost its luster and looked more like cobwebs catching in eyelashes that framed such a vacant expression
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Feliks was still feeling worthless through the entire video and hadn't paid any attention to it, looking at the TV screen again all he could see was that image replaying and it made him sad and it made him angry. Then, something caught his attention, the clue... he knew that phrase...
Feeling a bit of confidence, he hurried over to Door Number 28.
One of these times (presuming there would be more of course) Rory would actually pay attention to what was said by Arthur and Alfred and the clue that they brought. As it was she merely paced near the door that should lead them to the clues, grabbing her partners hand as soon as it opened. The smile she gave Ivan as they parted probably suited a Barbie doll better before she gave a small shrug, already deciding to try the same door as last time.
Sadiq's heart was still racing from his earlier argument, but that didn't stop him from grudgingly continuing forward. The sooner he chose a fucking door, the sooner he'd find something useless and be done with it. He grit his teeth and made his way to one, once again unable to make sense of the clue.
He went to the most jolly of doors, if only because it was considered an unlucky number around here; door 13.
[you are the unlucky soul who has stumbled onto the morgue. And you are not alone. Your two fellow (former) players Toris and Zhi hang haphazardly out of the slots, both pairs of eyes wide open and staring at you.
Sadiq had decided to play with fire, and as one normally expects, he got burned.
As the door opened, one of the most unpleasant of smells wafted into his senses. It was bitter and rotten, not unlike the smell of week-old trash, yet ten times more revolting. It was the odor that he noticed first as that door opened, but it was the sight he found that had him doubling over, bracing himself against the door frame. If he had anything in his stomach, it would have been on the floor. As it was, Sadiq could only dry heave and clutch his stomach, trying to rid his brain of the images of the two boys. "A-Allah..."
Remy still hadn't pulled herself together. Hadn't spoken to anyone, She didn't even go get Thera for the clue.
She tried to let Alfred's voice comfort her. Her cousin was safe. Her Hero... Why couldn't he save her now, like he had all those times when they were little? Why couldn't he have come swinging in with that loud voice and devil-may-care smile and rescued her, before she'd opened her stupid mouth and ruined everything.
She was numb as she made her way up the stairs. Hollow, though the tears still streamed down her cheeks.
Likely she was wrong about this, too. The way she was going, she'd probably pick the wrong door and get more people killed. Still, her mind wouldn't let her pick another door. Infinity - a sideways eight. Plus one
[the door you chose creeps ever so slowly open. Inside there is a cradle. There is a bundle inside the cradle, but you dare not take a closer look for fear of the worst.
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Door 18.
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And you watch. And she dances. The thick wires around her wrists and neck and ankles pulling her this way and that- And you flinch as blood from her tearing limbs flicks onto your cheek.
She stops and the pale, pale hand points into a corner before she goes limp and the noose around her next lets her hang there, gently swaying from side-to-side. Managing to tear your eyes away, you look at the corner.
Emi's body is curled there, quiet and still. It takes a moment for you to collect your wits and take a step. You wait, to see if the puppet of your sister twitches into artificial life again but she remains still.
And you notice that Emi is holding something.
You have found the clue room. A PM will be sent to you with details.]
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Feeling a bit of confidence, he hurried over to Door Number 28.
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This is not the clue room.]
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Door Number Two
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This is not the clue room.]
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He went to the most jolly of doors, if only because it was considered an unlucky number around here; door 13.
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This is not the clue room.]
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As the door opened, one of the most unpleasant of smells wafted into his senses. It was bitter and rotten, not unlike the smell of week-old trash, yet ten times more revolting. It was the odor that he noticed first as that door opened, but it was the sight he found that had him doubling over, bracing himself against the door frame. If he had anything in his stomach, it would have been on the floor. As it was, Sadiq could only dry heave and clutch his stomach, trying to rid his brain of the images of the two boys. "A-Allah..."
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She tried to let Alfred's voice comfort her. Her cousin was safe. Her Hero... Why couldn't he save her now, like he had all those times when they were little? Why couldn't he have come swinging in with that loud voice and devil-may-care smile and rescued her, before she'd opened her stupid mouth and ruined everything.
She was numb as she made her way up the stairs. Hollow, though the tears still streamed down her cheeks.
Likely she was wrong about this, too. The way she was going, she'd probably pick the wrong door and get more people killed. Still, her mind wouldn't let her pick another door.
Infinity - a sideways eight.
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Door nine.
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This is not the clue room.]
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