ON THE BRINK OF INSANITY - A social experiment [Roleplay thread]

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Being an insomniac, it's truly a Christmas miracle I managed to fall asleep on the plane. Although, I was grateful at having gotten a couple hours of sleep. I was woken up by an attendant. The hand on my shoulder bothered me, but I didn't cough an attitude. They were just trying to wake me up. It's... fine.

I had gotten up, carrying my back off the plane with me as I walked into the airport. Apparently, someone would be meeting me here. I didn't know what they looked like, but they were supposed to have a sign with my name on it. So I'm sure I'd be fine...

I had walked around a good couple of minutes before my eyes planted themselves on a sign that had... a spelling of my name. In other words, you could read it and it'd sound roughly correct, but it was overall spelled incorrectly. Are we hiring Starbucks baristas now? I walked up to the man, looking at him. He looked sketchy as hell. I didn't question it. I would find I didn't question a lot of things. Maybe I just didn't feel like talking much. I did, however, mutter something about the misspelling of my name, and the man changed it. Not much use, though, it's not like he's still looking for me anyhow...

Then, I was following the man, getting my suitcase, then walking out to a limousine. Wow. Stepping up your game there, huh?

I looked up at the man once I had sat down. My breath hitched when I saw him smile. I don't think I'd call it a “smile” — there was something behind it. Something I didn't like but couldn't quite put my finger on why it made me feel anxious.

Wait. Am I being too anxious and skeptical? I'm sure as hell sketching out... I'll just tone myself down a couple notches and try to relax...

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I opened my eyes again, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, eyes looking around the interior of the limo before settling on the building just outside. I opened the door and stepping out myself, shutting the vehicle door behind me. I continued to stare at the building for awhile. I blinked quickly a couple times, looking back down at eye level, walking hastily up to the man. I stopped as he set my bags down, pointing at them. And so continued him asking for me to pick a single item.

Like any normal person — it is “normal,” right? — I asked why. The man answered my question simply.

'Procedure.'

I raised the back of my hand to my mouth, coughing into it a bit before going to dig through my things. I already knew what I'd need. I opened my carry-on and pulled out a small, long box that held my glasses inside. I zipped the bag shut and looked back up at the man.

The man took my things and started walking to the main entrance as I followed closely behind. I slowed down at the door, observing it closely. Bullet dents? The man spoke up, compelling me to look at him quickly. I didn't have much time after he spoke before he was walking off again. I whipped my head around again at the sound of heels clicking. 'So many damn noises...'

I followed behind the woman, though my eyes were everywhere except on her as he walked down a couple hallways. I stopped suddenly, right before bumping into her, looking through the door that just opened into the room. I walked inside. 'What the hell...?'

I turned my head to look back at Lucius, but the had disappeared, and the metal door had already shut behind me. Then, a voice on a speaker of some sort. She spoke for a short while, finished off with an ill-humored laugh, then the room was completely silent.

I sucked in a breath, staring at the metal door that had been shut right in my face. There was no use trying to open it, since I knew it'd be locked and I had already assumed it was locked electronically — the only way to get it open was through a password on the padlock, or with a computer that could hack into it; I had neither. All this in mind, I quickly accepted the fact that I was trapped in here.

I exhaled deeply, which really sounded more like a sigh honestly, and took my eyes off of the door, finally scoping out the room. I mean, I had taken a quick once-over when I walked in, but definitely not long enough before I had gone to look back where Lucius was. Only to have been met with an empty space and the sound of the metal door closing behind me.

'A social experiment...'

I bit at my lower lip, turning my head to look at the different parts of the room. On my right, two prison-looking cells. 'Lovely.' On my left, a short wall/fence. Guarding the “darkness”. I suppose that could be useful? Though it's only darkness, a place where light doesn't enter, so I can't see how it could be all that terrible. I guess if it was worth mentioning, then I should take note of the warning and listen to her and not go near it. I think my curiosity would plant me in there some time, some way.

My eyes settled onto the cribs in the center of the room. I get testing me, but why are there babies in here? Are they even real? I walked up to the cribs, looking down at the two little “bundles of joy”. I furrowed my brows. They sure as hell looked real. I reached a hand down to touch one, hand gracing the skin on their cheek. I pulled my hand back quickly. Real. Yes. Definitely real.

Which only continued to beg the question: Why are they in here?

I looked just past the cribs at the single bed behind them. I let out an exasperated breath, looking from the bed to the two cells. Honestly, I was just curious about everything in here besides the bed. the bed is the only thing that made sense. Then again, it's a social experiment.

I don't remember signing up for this.

'How long it takes for me to edge to insanity.' I echoed in my head, shooting a momentarily glare at the two babies. I was sure I'd go mad if the damn things started crying obnoxiously. And, from the little bit about babies I do know, they cry obnoxiously. Why the hell do adults volunteer to have them?

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[align=center]It was inevitable that out of all the items she could have selected from her bag -- many in which could have been a great asset in a life or death situation -- the young woman known as Arden Avalia had instinctively reached for her old MP3. Perhaps it was a decision that would be unfathomable to others. As there was nothing special about the thing, and once the battery died, well there was nothing more to it. However, it was an item of great importance to her. Enough so that had she had to choose anything to die while holding, it would have been that little modern day music-box.

The trip here hadn't been anything too strenuous. Of course, she absolutely hated flying. But fortunately for her, she had happened to fall asleep by some great miracle only to have been awakened when they hit turbulence before landing. Since then, it had all been a steady shift from plane to car. Not that being in the car had been any more comfortable than the plane, as the person who had been holding her sign had been a rather mysterious man. He looked much like the type of person who you got into a car with -- and they discovered your body in a ditch weeks later.

Maybe she just had a bad judge of character. But what was proven to be worse was her decision-making skills as she had obviously gotten in the car with him anyways. To her luck,though, she had arrived at her destination alive and with all her limbs attached to her body; and seeing as how that had been the original goal she supposed she hadn't done too terribly.

Now, standing in front of the towering mansion, her indigo eyes studied the structure without a single emotion breaking through into them. Rather, her eyes reflected the property before her like two perfect, twin mirrors. Though she did wonder many things in her mind. Things that failed to show in her eyes. One thought in particular being; why did this place carry such a dreary feeling? It was as if an invisible gloom had burdened the mansion, but she did not utter a word as the potential future murderer who had brought her here asked that she choose one item from her bag.

"I already have it." Arden responded bluntly, though she did wish to inquire why her belongings were being put in storage. Better yet - why wasn't she allowed to bring them in? It wasn't as though she had anything dangerous on her. Unfortunately, she did not take the opportunity to ask, and instead raised her hand with the MP3 player in it to display to the man before dropping her hands once more.

Before she knew it she was then being led into the mansion. This place was monumental. Enough so, it was impossible to take in every single detail. Still, Arden did her best. It was not for any reason in particular, but there was simply so much to take in that she could not stop herself.

It was then that she found herself standing alone. Not necessarily hearing what her driver had said, other than his parting phrase from her. "Good luck. Good luck? Why on earth would she ever need that? And were those bullet dents?

"How charming." Arden muttered near inaudibley beneath her breath. That was before another figure came to guide her the rest of her way to her room. By this point, Arden could not be bothered by petty small talk. So she remained rather silent the entire way to her "room". If it could even be called that.

When the door was opened to entitle her the right to enter, she was rather caught off guard by all that was there. The cells gave her the impression that she wasn't in a mansion at all -- but rather -- along the way had been transferred into some sorry excuse for a mental facility, or a prison. That was, all aside from the one person in the room. Someone who's presence she had been drawn to as he towered over two cribs.

Wait - cribs? And were those actual living, breathing, human babies in there? Oh dear.

Before she could utter even a single question, Arden spun around just in time for the door to close right in her face. It was then that Lucius began to speak over the intercom, causing Arden's eyes to finally widen in surprise as she took a step back from the door.

"Just what sort of "Social Experiment" did I sign up for?" Arden muttered beneath her breath, finally turning to face what would be considered her room for who truly knew how long. That, alongside the two babies, and the stranger. Was there a purpose behind their presence as well?

Room: 7 Roommate: Andorra
Maxwell's glare lasted a few moments after the intercom stopped producing sound and he gave the thick, metal door a swift kick, a decision he quickly regretted as pain lanced up his leg. "I know I signed up for something...different but this is crazy!" He shook his head as the pain in his leg slowly subsided and he had a chance to gaze around the room.

The first thing that had caught his eye before was the cells but this time it was the two odd cribs in the middle of the room. Giving the two objects a confused, raised eyebrow stare, he half limped over to them. Peering down he saw a sight that he had not expected in the slightest. Two babies, one female and one male. "What the....who the hell in their right mind would put two babies in a room with two possibly crazy people?! This is making even less sense..." He sighed with a shake of his head when he noticed the female one was staring up at him with a concerned look. He returned the look with a small smile and watched as the baby lit up, making all of its...baby noises and waving its arms around desperately. Max wondered what would happen to them when the food stopped coming.

With a shrug he decided to check out the cells before his roommate joined him in this hellish experiment. Heading over to the closest cell, he slowly creaked open the unlocked door and closed it behind him, noting that it didn't lock. Odd. He also noticed that the cell didn't have a bed and either did the one near the metal door. Is there really only one bed...? Max sighed, opening the cell door again and strolling over to the other cell. Once inside, he closed the door again and sat in the corner. Shoving his hand in his pocket he pulled out the only thing he chose to keep. His iPod. With earbuds of course. As someone who spends a lot of time alone, music had a certain power to submerge him into a different world. A beautiful place, away from horrible mothers and odd social experiments. He let his imagination explore this world as he waited for his roommate to enter.

Room: 7 Roommate: Andorra
Maxwell was so caught up in his music that he didn't even notice his roommate enter. With a start, he yanked the earbuds out of his ears, his gaze nervously eyeing the battery life on the machine, before looking up at her. He tried to regain his composure as he took in the newcomer. "Well, well I didn't expect my roomie to be a cute girl!" Max smirked, pushing off the wall to stand up. He shoved his iPod into his left coat pocket while his right hand was outstretched towards her. "I'm Maxwell but you can just call me Max. What's your name?" He tried to look at her in the eyes as he spoke but realized that she was staring past him. It made him a little uncertain.

Room: 7 Roommate: Andorra
"Nice to meet you too, Andorra." As Andorra withdrew her hand, Max did too, shoving it in his other pocket. He offered her a small grin, leaning back against the wall. "Why did I choose to come here? Well... I just wanted to change my life. I wanted to experience something different." He shrugged with a nervous laugh. "Not like my mother cared that I left. What about you?" Max could feel the nervous tension in the air and it made him uncertain of himself. He didn't want to scare her off, especially since she was his only company.