This will remain open for quite some time until the last round and even then it may start again.
If your wondering why I made a new thread because the last one got slammed a bit due to my fault at hand.
*Note! Electronics do not have signal to internet or towers, with all time keeping reset to factory settings.
NPC
Leon Tar(?)-The Host(?) of this Cruel Game(?), he likes to rhyme a lot and apparently uses both word puzzles, metaphors, and other contraptions for people in the Game(?). Not much is known about him(?) or Her(?), and possibly it(?).
Manacled Man-Tom is his name. He is an ex-police officer(?), now trapped in L.T's game as well(?), his power has a connection over Rodents(?). Dressed in white sneakers, and an orange jumpsuit with duct tape covering the numbers for a convict and prison he belonged to. He is Caucasian with shaved black hair, and appears to be in his early 40's with an English accent (just a hint).
So you wake up in bed, with an aching feeling pulsing in your head, bleary thoughts and you have a feeling of dread.
Your in a motel room and a red clock flashes "12:00 in bright red next to a rather plain white lamp. The sheets and blankets are a mix of red and white along with the pillow, and the walls are that off-white color that makes anyone think of rather rancid milk.
Looking around the curtains let in a scrap of light and are red as well, with plain iron bars quite evident outside and inside of the glass.
At the foot of the bed is a stout wooden wardrobe, and on top is a white card, a paper plate with a plastic knife, fork, and napkin. On the plate is two large pieces of Toast, Eggs (scrambled), Bacon (Crispy, yet a bit Squishy), slices of tomato and a lettuce. On the Card is written...
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Positioning-A Summary (All items found in the room listed below will be the same, PM will tell you if you find any hidden/Rare items)
You are currently in the bed, to your right is a closet with a sliding wooden door, and slits curving downward, a night stand with the lamp and alarm clock. The room is rather small, and further to the right you can barely catch the glimpse of the bathroom.
In front of you is nothing but the wall, wooden stout wardrobe, and a painting of pure white and a small bronze plaque with nothing written on it. (The carpet is white in case I forget)
To your left is the door out and the window overseeing a parking lot and a palm tree, the sun is on a gentle red rising. Another night stand with a (Secret Item for Each Character), and a bible of black leather with a gold leaf cross on it, it is just paper and words, nothing hidden in here, no sirree.
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In the BathroomPHA+SW5zaWRlIHRoZSBiYXRocm9vbSBpcyBwcmV0dHkgc3RhbmRhcmQgd2l0aCBhIHNpbmssIG1pcnJvciwgYmF0aHR1YiBhbmQgc2hvd2VyIGhlYWQsIGEgcGxhc3RpYyByaW5nIGN1cnRhaW4gZm9yIGl0LCBhbiBleHRlbmRhYmxlIHN0cmluZyBmb3IgbGF1bmRyeSwgYSBzbWFsbCBwaW5rIHBsYXN0aWMgdHJhc2ggY2FuLiBBdCB0aGUgc2luayBhbmQgbWlycm9yIGFyZSBnbGFzcyBjdXBzLCBhIHNtYWxsIHdoaXRlIHRvb3RoIGJydXNoLCBhbmQgb3RoZXIgc21hbGwgcGVyc29uYWwgY2xlYW5pbmcgaXRlbXMgKFJhem9yLCBxdWUgdGlwcywgZXRjLikuPC9wPg==
The Bathroom WindowPHA+QXNpZGVzIGZyb20gYmVpbmcgYmFycmVkIGFzIHdlbGwgeW91IGNhbiBzdGlsbCBzZWUgdGhyb3VnaCBpdCwgb3V0c2lkZSBpcyBhbiBhbGxleSBhbmQgYSBicmljayB3YWxsLiBUcmFzaCBhbmQgYSBkdW1wc3RlciBsaXR0ZXJzIGl0IHdpdGggYSBmb3VsIHNtZWxsIHdvcnNlIHRoZW4gdGhlIGJhdGhyb29tLjwvcD4=
In The ClosetPHA+QSBzbWFsbCBlbGVjdHJvbmljYWxseSBsb2NrZWQgdmF1bCB3aXRoIG9ubHkgYSByZWQgYW5kIGdyZWVuIGxpZ2h0IG9uIGl0LCB0aGUgcmVkIGxpZ2h0IGlzIGN1cnJlbnRseSBvbi48YnIgLz5BbHNvIGFyZSBzb21lIHBsYXN0aWMgYW5kIHdpcmUgY29hdCBoYW5nZXJzLjwvcD4=
What will you do? ---
On the 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
Main Street-This is what is outside of the motel. -Underneath the motel sign in shrubbery is the Manacle Man, he is around the corner and currently cuffed. A plaque beneath displays. "Kill him and go Free, or set him Free, after you hear his Story, and solve this poor mans Mystery"
-Grocery Store-An old style place for a one stop kind of shop, inside are scattered food items and other small things, it also includes a small deli/butcher area. Formed in simple aisles and a back room it is relatively modern. A hallway there also leads to the Office.
-Post Office-Small Enclosed, and a single room, The Drunk Resides here with a rooster. Nothing of value asides from the same plaque that was with the Manacled man.
-Saloon-"Whistling Pete's" It displays like a bad Western Tourist attraction. It Contains a Rock, Paper Scissor Gold Plaque Cow Boy with a Gun. Inside is an old bar to the right of the entrance, tables in front with a piano and the Cow Boy, and stairs to the left leading to the second floor, with small rooms.
-Library-Large and with tall/wide windows, it looks imposing and by far the best, stone pillars/lions, and everything. The double doors are chained tight, but the lights inside are on and dim.
-Misc. Destroyed buildings little more then wood, rocks, cement, and wires.
Tristan looks around. "where the hell am i and how did i get here? Hello is anybody there?" He looks at the food and the note and start's reading the note "well that didn't really explain anything. Tristan say's to himself "Well wherever i am i still need to eat and this food doesn't look rotten or anything so il just eat it but not all of itt i dont know how long i am going to be here". As Tristan starts to eat his looks around the room some more and read the note again. so in other words this is some kind of a game to this host Leon Tar i will have to remember that name. Well the meal wasn't half bad. This card i better take it with me to wherever i need to go and well as the card say's don't leave the room before we start. "How the hell will i know when it's safe the leave the room will there be somekind of signal or somthing?" well its a good idea to not anger this host because it looks like he is in charge. Tristan sigh's and says to himslef "well whatever this is for joke i'd better try to find a way out. Tristan feels somthing strange around his neck. "wait what the hell is this a collar!" maby this contains some kind of poisen. Tristan slowly lowers his hands well whatever the case it doesn't sound like a good idea to escpae before it is allowed and i think that warning watch out if you are feint of hart must stand for some kind of electric shock." yeah that sounds logic. Wait why am i talking to myself" Tristan look around the room This is one fucked up situation i got myself into.
Tristan empty's his pockets on the bed and then puts al his stuff and the mysterious card back in his pockets and backpack excpet for his swiss army knife. And pick's up his swiss army knife "thank god Anna i still have you" Atleast i got a weapon and somthing to carry things with well its about time to explore the bathroom. Tristan stand's up with Anna in his hand an slowly walk to the batroom with his weapon in one hand and ready to fight whatever is behind that room.
James wakes up and rubs his head. "God dammit, what did I drink last night." he mutters, looking around the unfamiliar room. He stands up, and walks over to the wardrobe. In it he finds his revolver, it its holster. Food... and a note? The fuck is going on... he thinks. He looks out the window, and sees the palm tree, sun, and the bars. "Right. Whoever did this, let me out now!" he yells.
Tristan kick the door as hard as he can it fly's open and he goes in weapon ready. But its just a normal bathroom. "well looks like this is just a normal bathroom" damn i if got to keep myself togheter and stop freaking out.
i'd better check te window. Tristan walks over to the window only to find it's barred. "the fuck is this some kind of prison" damn i need to get out of here there isn't alot of food so i won't be able to survie here for long Tristan walk's back to the bathroom and washes his face and drinks some water.
James looks around. "Well, I suppose I could try the door." he mutters, and walks over to it. The door doesn't open. James suddenly becomes very aware of the collar. "Okay, what the fuck happened last night?" he yells, hoping for a reply. He looks around, and sees the table. Hmm... I could use that to smash open the door. he thinks to himself. When he lifts the table, the bag of jerky flops out. James ignores it, and starts attacking the door. All this does is wreck the table.
mabey i should check the door but then again i wasn't allowed to leave. "well whatever i could just search the room hey is that a ..... i better take it with me never now when that comes in handy" Tristan start's to search the room hoping to find a cleu or somthing usefull
James looks around and sees the note. He reads through it, and gives a low grunt. "Who the fuck is this guy?" he asks the room, then throws the card away. He checks his revolver. Three bullets... wait... where's Kaiko? That's it! James drops one bullet from the revolver, and snaps it shut. He looks at the bullet, and tries to find something sharp enough to carve 'LT' into it. "This bullet is for you, Leon Tar." he growls ominously.
"do i know a Leon Thar think come on think goddamit LET ME OUT!!" In blind rage Tristan shaters the mirror and cut's himself. "fuck ow ! calm down i'd better close this up it's not that deep or big well i't wont kill me" Tristan rips a piece of the blanket and bind's the wound. "hey mabey there is some medicine around here well atleast i should take some of that glass with me never now when it will come in handy. Tristan grab's some of the glass and puts it in his backpack and start's to search the bathroom for medicine.
Kirelia woke up with a splitting headache. Where am I? she wondered. A hotel? How did I get here? She looked around the room, and noticed the bars on the windows. Oh great. This place is set up like a prison. That can't be good.
She looked around the room some more, noticing her jacket hanging on the chair and breakfast and a note on the wardrobe. Well, that's something, at least. Whoever this Leon guy is, at least it looks like he doesn't want me to go hungry. Kirelia noticed a hawk feather on the other nightstand, and, not wanting to leave anything behind that could come in handy, she took it and attached it to her ponytail.
She sat on the bed, ate the meal, and read the card. She wasn't particularly thrilled by what it had to say, so she resigned herself to waiting for a signal or a sign that she could leave.
Josh wakes up dazed from the previous night on the bed. With a quick glance around through his heavily glazed vision he realizes the place that he is in is not one that he is familiar with.. He is normally quite the vigilant person but to his downfall little did he give a fuck. With a final thought Hm, a strange room. Least i have shelter tonight.. i'd better make the most of it before i get kicked out. He rolls over and returns to his sleep.
James growls, and grabs the lamp, smashing it into the door handle. GOD! DAMN! STUPID! DOOR! LOCK! BREAK! He looks at the broken lamp, then at his revolver.
All items gained via pm are the same, and you are aware of your powers at a young age, it is unknown the amkunt of people who posses poweea. [/spoiler]
*Will post this up top later, pardon errors as typing o. a pad sucks eggs.
Inside the bathroom is pretty standard with a sink, mirror, bathtub and shower head, a plastic ring curtain for it, an extendable string for laundry, a small pink plastic trash can. At the sink and mirror are glass cups, a small white tooth brush, and other small personal cleaning items (Razor, que tips, etc.).
*I'll be sending PM's if your search is high enough to find anything special.
As James had already smashed to pieces the table with secret item was a bible, black leather bound with a gold leaf cross on it (everyone has this and would be found in your average motel room kinda thing, nothing inside it or etc.).
"Huh? Umm... hello? Is there anybody here?" Where the hell is 'here' anyways... and how did I get 'here'? "Where the hell am I? Is there anybody around???" It's okay... it's okay... Everything is going to be okay... "Deep breaths Piper.... Deep breaths..."
"If anyone can hear me, please say so... I don't deal with being alone very well!"
James looked around and noticed the bathroom. He entered, and noticed the razor. Might just work... he thought, taking the bullet out of his pocket and carving 'LT' into it. He slid the razor into his pocket, along with the bullet.
"This is kinda creepy guys... If this is a joke it's not funny!" Maybe this isn't a joke... Maybe i've been abducted! Maybe I'm gonna die in here~ "No... Don't start thinking like that Piper... Why don't you look around and see what's around here, maybe something to help you escape..."
What You 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
As You sit in bed something scurries across the carpet almost to fast for you to see, it heads in to the bathroom. (Congrats Search was high enough to spot this) It was small and a light brown, and looked as if it had a tail.
What you 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
You hear the sounds of dull thudding and breaking of wood like a whisper.
What You 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
Silence meets your voice, there is nothing noticeable that has changed.
TrilbyWill: James looked around and noticed the bathroom. He entered, and noticed the razor. Might just work... he thought, taking the bullet out of his pocket and carving 'LT' into it. He slid the razor into his pocket, along with the bullet.
After crudely carving "L.T" in to the bullet, something begins to ping against the bathroom window.
"Well... let's take some stock here... What have we found? Some deodorant, toothpaste, que tips, and a razor... Well, personal hygiene is nice and all but really the razor is the only useful thing~." *looks into the mirror and notices the collar* "What the hell is this??" *tries to take it off, unsuccessfully* Oh shit... oh shit... What the hell is happening?
Connor blinks awake. His head is sore, but he's pretty much used to that by now. Concentrating very hard, he focuses on the room around him. The he notices the food in front of him. Never one to turn down a free breakfast, he tucks in right away. He's almost half way through when he notices the piece of paper.
After reading through the note several times, Connor goes through the comprehensive list of people he has punched in bars, and if any of them are called Leon Tar. It's a tad tricky, because they tend not to give their names beforehand. Basically, it could be a lot of people.
He clambers out of bed, and stretches. After briefly pacing the room, he notices something biting into his neck slightly. Feeling it he notices the collar. He goes into the bathroom to take a closer look. The mirror reveals the collar.
Connor thinks back. How the hell did he get here? What happened last night? What's the deal with the collar? He rushes over to try the door and finds it locked. With this discovery, he utters the first thing he's said all day;
James looks over at the bathroom window, and looks around. The hell was that pinging sound? he thinks. He looks around the bathroom, and the deodorant catches his eye. Makeshift flamethrower... and those cotton buds could be matches... he thinks, and stuffs them in his other pocket.
*After discovering the collar Piper leaves the bathroom with her scrounged items, much more panicked then before. She is getting noticeably more distressed by the situation she is in*
"This isn't good... this isn't good at all..."
*deciding that drowning in her own misery isn't getting anywheres, Piper starts searching the main room. She opens up the drawer of the nightstand and finds something*
"...might come in handy for later, I guess"
*Putting her newly acquired item in her pocket, Piper realizes that there is a perfectly good meal in front of her. She sits down to eat*
*After thoroughly searching the room (and finding nothing of any noticeable value), Piper starts thinking about how she can escape.*
"Well then, lets see... we've got some stuff that can help me if I get wounded! that's good... i guess..." Fat lotta help that's gonna be in escaping though "Wait a minute, my pocket knife! i can try to jimmy the door with it!" *With some newly inspired hope Piper starts frantically sticking her knife into the door's lock. However, having never tried this sort of thing before, she knows her chances of success are slim*
"well looks like there is no medicine or things like that here well whatever i could shave" Tristan start's to shave his face (not alot of facial hair but whatever this process is alot harder because he broke the mirror he curcus his own stupidite) and after he is done decides to take the razor the doderant and the cotton buds who nows when i will need them. Tristan proceeds to check his hand but the bleeding has stopped and it's only a small cut. lucky i could have really hurt myself if got to keep control over myself and my anger. Tristan walk back to the bed and lays down thinking of what to do next.
James looks over at the wardrobe, and notices a small light. The fuck... He puts the food to one side and looks at it. "A... a vault? God damn." he mutters, then turns away. "Oh look, a Bible." He picks it up and flicks through, then throws it away.
Tristan reads a few pages of the bible and then puts it in his backpack. "well i might as well search the closet" And with those word's Tristan walk's to the closet and opens it. "what is a vault doing here" the red light must mean it's not open right know well whatever. Tristan grab's the caot hangers and the plastic. "might as wel take it with me i got enough space." Tristan puts the item's in his bag and sit's down again tristan grab's the bible again and read's a litle more.
"Bloody hell!" Richard said to no-one in particular. It seemed like the proper response, what with the having woken up with a terrible headache and a collar and what not. He got out of the bed. What happened last night? Let's recap: Mum and dad were going to come over for their annual "Why haven't you gone to college yet?"-conversation. We were going out for dinner so I put on my nice suit... And that's it, I don't remember anything else. It was at this point that he noticed that someone had made him breakfast and written a note. He sat down and read the note while eating. By the time he finished his breakfast he'd read the note six times and he still couldn't believe what he was reading. He tried to calm himself: Okay, calm down, you got kidnapped by a lunatic. Look at the bright side: You're not dead! Let's face it, if he wanted you dead he would've just stabbed you and called it a day. Somehow this didn't help. Richard patted his pockets for his cell phone but couldn't find it, I must've left them in my non-suit pants... He went over the note one more time. "Little plaques or pieces of paper will show a goal, to escape an area free and whole." There was a bronze plaque on the wall. Richard got up to investigate it.
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NPC
Leon Tar(?)-The Host(?) of this Cruel Game(?), he likes to rhyme a lot and apparently uses both word puzzles, metaphors, and other contraptions for people in the Game(?). Not much is known about him(?) or Her(?), and possibly it(?).
Manacled Man-Tom is his name. He is an ex-police officer(?), now trapped in L.T's game as well(?), his power has a connection over Rodents(?). Dressed in white sneakers, and an orange jumpsuit with duct tape covering the numbers for a convict and prison he belonged to. He is Caucasian with shaved black hair, and appears to be in his early 40's with an English accent (just a hint).
Character Sheets-Approved
@Malyc "Sticky"
Kirella
@Trillbywill "Light"
James
@Floris2123 "Mind'Matters"
Tristan
@Mozza444 "Corrosion"
Mozza
@LavaLampBamboo "Reflex"
Connor
@ThatLankyBastard "Healing Touch"
Piper
@Sir_Broccoli "Life Detection"
Richard
@RaNDM_G "Premonition"
Louis
@Nile_McMorrow "Battery Charge"
Roger
@HellRaid "Familiar"
Darius