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    A soft rumbling and creaking echoed through the room, slowly rousing you out of your deep sleep. Grogginess rests over your features, so every move you make felt weighed down with lead. Upon opening your eyes, the only thing within your field of vision appeared to be a large, grey ceiling. A ceiling that was uncomfortably close to your face. You had to be careful to avoid hitting your head, and slid off the bed that you were sleeping in- right onto the concrete floor a good few feet away.


    After yelping in pain when you hit the floor, you pushed yourself up to your feet, and start to ponder where you are, and why. You don’t remember going to sleep in a place like this, not at all. In fact… the last thing you remember was more than hazy. You remember entering you home, starting to put away the things you had taken with you, and then… something happened. Was it gas? It had to be gas. Filling the room, and making you dizzy. As you hit the floor, the only thing you remember seeing was someone in a gas mask.


    Kidnapped. You were kidnapped, and now, you were in a rinky-dink ship cabin, probably very low class. The bed you fell off of was a three-year bunk bed, explaining why you were so close to the ceiling on the top. Really, the entire room had a claustrophobic feel to it. It only had the bed, a sectioned off miniature bathroom with shower, sink, toilet, mirror, but nothing that even remotely looking like things that belonged to you anywhere near. The kidnapper hadn’t been kind enough to bring your luggage. Nice. A small heated stove laid nearby, and even two suitcases that you knew weren’t yours. Wasn’t like it mattered much, anyway. They were locked with one of the weirdest combination locks you’ve ever seen.


    Your eyes rested on the last wall, not sure how you missed it in the first place. A looming door stood there, and it probably wouldn’t have been so threatening if it wasn’t splattered with red paint- red paint that formed a one-night number, almost as big as the door. It was also hooked up to a rather odd electronic device.


    Heart leaping into your throat, your head began to race, trying to figure out how this was going to work, what was going to happen, and what your kidnapper had in mind. Why the number? You went to sit back down on the bunk bed, accidentally hitting your wrist on the beam supporting it. A beep emitted from it, causing you to look with a start.


    A bracelet was around your wrist, clamped on not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that it didn't slide around. Honestly, it looked like one of those watches from a kid show that had some silly magic power or something. This red and grey watch didn't have any magic powers, you confirmed this just by pressing a few of the buttons on the side. It beeped at you like before, but other than that, nothing changed. On the face, a digital number showed, and it was the same number as the one on the screen. Well, at least they could keep everything cohesive, eh?


    The rumbling and creaking started again, much louder, and much more violently. It was only after a quick thought of what it meant that the answer became apparent to you, though it wasn't due to your problem solving skills. No, the glass in the very small circular window at the wall opposite the door was cracking, splitting into spidery webs of clear terror. Your heart leapt into your throat, and only one thought jumped to your head.


    I'm going to drown.


    Racing for the door, you heard the glass shatter behind you, and the horrifying sound of water starting to pour into the room. Yeah, definitely a ship. Definitely on a deck below the water. It rushed around your feet, swarming and frothing just to remind you that it was slowly rising, slowly encasing you in a sealed room.I
    In a desperate attempt to get out, you began a meddling with the device on the door, trying anything to get it open. Heart thudding in your chest, you tried to make sense of the weird structure. A device about two times the size of your palm, made up of a circular pad that seemed about right for the size of your hand, a golden lever that could be pulled on the side, and a blank digital screen. Pulling the lever down, the device simply beeped at you, giving an error sound. As a last resort, you placed your hand on the pad, hoping it wouldn’t do something as absurd as melt your palm off or something. Another beep emitted, sounding different, and an asterisk appeared on the digital screen. Panicked, you tried the lever again. The asterisk vanished, and the door began to creak open, opening out.


    Did it opening have something to do with the number on the door and the bracelet on your wrist? At this point, you could hardly care. Water flowed out into the hallway where it had just recently been whooshing around your knees, and to your surprise, a short time after you stepped into the hallway, the door forcibly closed back, sealing what was left of the water away in the room and leaving it to fill up, undisturbed. Well, this kidnapper wasn’t screwing around with the sealing capabilities of their doors, huh?


    Somewhat more relaxed now that the danger of drowning wasn’t present, you made your way down the hallway, finding the structure similar to some movie of a ship that was on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t quite name it. Whatever it was, it was huge and extravagant and you were still in the lowest class area.


    Eventually, you made it to B Deck, and what awaited you there threw you for a loop. Eight other people stood around, and seemed unsurprised to see you. Each one of them had their own bracelet, their own number.



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    The place was at least pretty, Taylor though to themself, attempting to be optimistic about the entire ordeal. The giant, pretty ornate double staircase led to an upper deck, A Deck, according to the labelled plate near the clock.


    "I swear I've seen this before. Just this... room." The Counselor mumbled quietly to themself, staring at the winding intricate decorations. It was as if the room seemed all too familiar, though not as if they had been there before. More like they had seen the scenery in a movie or something similar.


    That's when they saw the unfamiliar parts of the room. Over on the wall was a plate labeled B Deck, showing the current floor they were on. That wasn't what startled them. No, it was the two doors on each side of the plate. Both were large, looming metal doors, twice the size of the ones they had just left out of. Similar to that one, too, both had large, red, painted-on numbers- a four and a five.


    Looking down at their wrist, Taylor frowned. The digital blue 9 stared back at them, and they remember the door they had went through to get here had been marked with that starting number. Did that mean they couldn't go through these?

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    "Hey, man, you, uh, got a tissue or something?" Ivy asked Lucky as he leaned against a wall, trying to disguise what used to be his stomach contents. "sorry, I, uh, get seasick real easy." he smiled wearily, literally green around the gills. He swallowed to keep another shot from rising up the wrong direction, and decided that sitting down would probably be better, which he did. And, to be honest, it seemed to help, as well as rolling the putty in between his fingers.

    Sophia stood in the centre of the room, shaking water from her boots before doing anything else, not even looking at the others in the room before sorting herself out. When she eventually did look up, one of them was sat on the floor, rolling something in their hands. "Great... One minute I'm getting home from that mess in England, the next I'm waking up in some kind of Titanic nightmare..." the use of the word Titanic was more to describe the size of what she felt was going wrong as opposed to referencing the ship.

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    Taylor spun around at the sound of a new voice, teetering on their good leg for a few seconds before gaining their balance back.


    They smiled lightly, and then nodded. "Of course, just a second." After digging around in some pockets, they produced a small to-go packet of sealed tissues. Paid to be prepared when you had a bunch of kids to help out, especially if they had a crying kid in their hands.


    "Are you... quite alright? You look sick." They asked, though looked up when Sophia walked into the room. They waved a hello.

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    Track and what? how? why? ..... which?..... when?..... where?................who? No, seriously, what do I do lol XD Do I play as a character already made or do I just make my own and jump in...?

    Ooooh.... yup, it's been officially proven, I'm stupid lol XD not really 8)

    "thanks, I guess." Ivy said as he took a tissue, wiping his mouth clean. "Yeah, oceans and I don't mix. I'd rather be left on shore." He used the wall to stand up a little bit again, nodding a greeting at Sophia. "I hope they've got toilets on this wreck, is all." He tried to wipe up as much of his mess as he could, using a couple extra tissues. Luckily, there happened to be a can against the wall, and he threw them out.

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    "I'll see if I can find a Janitor's closet." The person answered, ready to help at least clean up the mess. After stocking around for awhile, they only found a sheet, but they assumed it was better than nothing.


    "I understand. I woke up into a rather... unsettling situation, myself. This place isn't the calmest." They answered, attempting to help clean up the mess with the sheet. When it had been cleaned up, though, the sheet was ruined. So into the can it went, never to be used again.


    "Uh, this is a really odd situation. Do you have a bracelet with a number on it, too?" They asked, slightly pulling their sleeve to reveal the red and black device, with a bright blue digital nine.

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    (yo. sorry if I wasn't supposed to start with the whole water filling room thing, wasn't sure what to write. :p)




    Salt. She could taste it in her mouth, flowing up her nose, swarming against her closed eyelids. At first, she thought she was having a nightmare. Kayla had never had an overactive imagination. Though when she struggled to consciousness and found herself half-submerged in a pool of salty seawater, only the throbbing pain at the base of her neck warned her that this was real. Somehow. A strangled scream broke from her throat as she scrambled for the door, her mind immediately sent into a flurry of panic. I can't swim. Those were the first words that echoed in her brain. Not where the Hell am I? or why can't I remember anything? The water was creeping past her knees now, lapping hungrily at her thighs. Her jeans clung helplessly to her flesh, threatening to pull her under once the water got too high. "H-Hey!" She yelled, kicking frantically at the door but to no avail. Cursing, the woman reached into her pocket to grab her phone, but instead found herself staring at the odd bracelet strapped to her wrist where her watch once was. Eight?


    Suddenly, and with a loud groan that made her think of a dying animal, the door opened. Without a second thought, she darted through, sliding on the water that gushed out afterward and yelping as she hit the floor. Her soft hazel eyes immediately darted around the hallway, trying to figure out where she was. A ship? Why was she on a ship? It felt as though a fog had settled on her brain, every memory since the day before had dissolved into the mist. Or was it the day before? A stab of fear sliced through her heart at the thought that she really had no idea how long she had been here. Wherever here was. Kayla struggled to her feet, sending one last glance towards the now sealed room, lips curling in a frightened grimace.


    None of it made any sense.


    Leaning her palm against the nearest wall, Kayla half-walked half-limped down the hallway, the gently swaying floor confirming her guess that she was trapped on some sort of ship. She was already starting to feel a little seasick. Fucking wonderful. Wait. She froze. Voices? Her runners made squelching sounds despite her efforts to keep quiet, but she had definitely heard it. The low buzz of conversation. Making her way toward it, she eventually came to a somewhat more open space where a small crowd of people were gathered. Swallowing back her fear, she stepped into view.


    Keeping her distance, she eyed the strangers with one sweeping venomous glare. "Alright." She snarled, putting as much threat as she could muster into every syllable. "Who the Hell are you and why did you take me here?"




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    Taylor seemed very startled at this accusation, freezing with their eyes wide. They now clutched the fabric of their sleeve rather tight, making their knuckles seem like a fine porcelain.


    "I-" They started, not sure what to say or how to refute that claim. "We... I don't think any of us have to do with bringing you here." They murmured quietly, finally deciding on the best words and releasing the death grip on the fabric to let their arm fall to their side.


    "Please, we can be civil about this, right?" They smiled, an attempt at peace. A warming gesture to try and calm her down. They even extended their hand, ready to shake hers. "Really, we aren't hostile."

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    "um, yeah, it beeped at me in that F-in room." Ivy looked at the bracelet on his right wrist, chuckling. "Four." His chuckling stopped as Kayla entered the room, and laid down her accusation. All Ivy could say was, "Huh?" She had a nasty look, alright, but Ivy got that just about every day at work anyway. when Taylor spoke, Ivy chimed in with, "what he said. I avoid boats like the effin plague, why would I bring anyone here myself?" The ship rocked, and he stumbled to the can and discharged his stomach contents again, this time a bit cleaner.



    (X''D I love how poor Ivy is just dying in the corner like "bitch i can't even stand what do you mean i brought you here". Precious.)


    Taylor's soothing words only seemed to make her bristle more. "How do I know I can trust you?" She managed, glaring at their outstretched hand as though staring down the barrel of a gun. She pushed a strand of wet hair from her eyes, curling her lip like a cornered animal. "Where are we? How did..." She backed up until she hit the wall, dizzied by the strangeness of it all. When Ivy spoke, she stared at him as if seeing him for the first time. He, like Taylor, received the same suspicious frown she had shot the green-haired weirdo only moments before. Her stomach flipped when he started hurling into the can. She relaxed, though only slightly. If he worked here, he wouldn't be so seasick. Right?
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    "Gosh, I suppose we all had a similar experience, then." Taylor chuckled when Ivy did, trying to be as friendly as possible. Their eyes gazed over the watch of their own, and read aloud the nine again. For some reason, that made them uncomfortable.


    "I uh-" The person had no excuse at all. They didn't know what to say in response to why they should bu trusted, just that they should. Everyone trusted them, right? Everyone. Why was this lady different? Oh well. They supposed it didn't much matter, hopefully no one meant any harm and didn't intend to break what shaky trust was barely there between any of them.


    "Well, perhaps, then, we should use different names than our own. This would also make it harder for our assailants or kidnappers to dig up more information on us, that is, if they simply picked us out of a group at random. And, it would perhaps make you feel better, considering your unwillingness to be trusting." The words were clear and understandable, but dreamily fast. They always did talk like that, similar to a midway director. Flashy, fast, but oddly charming and magnetic. And somehow, you could always understand the speedy words.




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    "Yeah, whatever." Ivy muttered as he swiped another tissue to clean his face. "I mean, you'd think that since whoever the F*ck kidnapped us would know where we lived, what we did, how old we are... What exactly could we have to hide?" His legs still shook as he leaned against the wall for support, hand over his rolling stomach. the other hand kept rolling the ball of dough, and he focused on it, letting it soothe him. "Not all kidnappings are random, and this especially reeks of planning. Or maybe that's just the garbage can."
    (First, I made him Aquaphobic, which I thought would be funny, since it's ironic; what would a guy who's deathly afraid of water be doing on a boat? Then, I thought; 'If he's never stepped foot on a boat before, he probably would get seasick. viola, another way to torture the guy! although, I'll probably downplay it as the RP goes on, and he actually gets some sea legs...)

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    Considering they were often one of the chaperones for Senior Class Trips, and commonly what the class chose was cruises, Taylor had been on many ships before. The gentle sway of the boat was barely even noticeable to them, though they could see that it did heavily bother at least Ivy, if not the others around.


    "True, I do suppose. Though we haven't met each other, yet. At least, name wise. There is a statistic probability that one of us could be part of the grand scheme of things." They said, taking a seat near the wall after a tad of difficulty from sliding down to the floor. Oh, getting up was going to be a pain. But after running out of that room, they really needed to rest their leg.


    They looked up at Kayla, examining her clothing. Her room must've really filled up with water- a lot of it. Only the edges of their jeans, socks, and shoes had water on them, indicating the water hadn't risen very much before they got the door open. They spoke now to everyone in the room that was soaked.
    "Are you cold? If so, we need to find you some new clothing as soon as possible. We don't want anyone getting Hypothermia."

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    Ivy looked at his pants, which were damp, but not overly so. He had barely noticed that they had dried out so much. Every step he took still squelched, as his sock was thoroughly soaked. He sat down as well, and popped both shoes off, and then the socks, and put his shoes back on. at least his shoes were drier than the socks. He just lay the socks down on the ground. "Now that you mention it, my clothes are almost entirely dry. it's pretty warm in here."

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    "That's good, then. I'm certainly glad the doors seal well... Without that, this entire floor would be flooded by now." Their words were quiet, and the thought sent a shiver up their spine. Zero must be keeping them sealed just to keep the water flow controlled for the duration of the 9 hours. Then, he'd open up the doors with almost no regret. What a sick disposition.


    "The doors certainly are curious, though. Must take a lot of reinforcement." The Counselor said as they looked towards the Numbered Doors 4 and 5. Something about them just seemed overall menacing.

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