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Karolina Edwards || Female || 21
Karolina dipped her hands into the chalk and patted them off. She watched as the dust cascaded towards the ground. She felt the the grease paint on her face sweat under the hot spotlights. She listened to the roar of the crowds as she began to climb the ladder, Her leotard was tight against her skin and her feather plumage itched against the back of her legs. She reached the top and ripped her attention from the screaming crowds and allowed the world to fall silent around her. She let out a sigh and jumped. She was falling through the air until she felt the wooden bar beneath her fingers.
She swung up into the air and flipped before grabbing the bar again. She let go and flew forward and twisted until she grabbed the next bar. The minute she put her weight on it the ropes gave way and snapped. She gasped as she started to fall, the bar still clutched in her fingers. She turned as she fell and saw the ground rapidly approaching, she brought her arms up round her head and.
Nothing.
Just cold.
Karolina lifted her head and gazed around, she was lying in the snow surrounded by skyscrapers. She picked her self out of the snow and hugged her arms and shivered it was freezing! "Hello!" She called, and gasped in horror. Was.. was that English? She looked around, terrified, Her leotard was soaked. She stumbled down the street, her feet were already numb. Was she dead? Was this hell? "HELLO!?" She screamed in desperation.
Callum O'Donahue || Male || 42
Callum drove his car, A bottle of beer in his hand. He felt tired, his cheeks where wet with tears. He clenched his goodbye note in his other hand. He braked sharply at the side of the bridge and pulled out his phone. He dialed his Ex-Wifes number and let it ring. Nothing - straight to answer phone. "Hey Helen. I'm ringing to say goodbye. I know i messed up, I know that you will never forgive me. I think it be better if I go." He was crying, actually sobbing. "I want you to know that I love you both, so so much. Without me you both can move on. Goodbye Helen. Goodbye Emily." He hung up the phone and left it in the car. He left the note beside it and left the car. It was raining. The rain drenched him in seconds and washed away his tears. He moved to the bridge and stood on the barrier.
He leaned forwards and fell. He felt silently, then.
Nothing.
He sat up with a jolt, snow? Had it not worked? He looked around and gasped. He was in a city. It was night time, there was snow falling all around. He stood up and dusted him self off "Is this a joke!" He yelled, his Irish accent resonated through the air. He had to be dead, he just had to be.
Lin stood in front of the mirror, staring at the person he thought he got rid of, the person he thought died fucking years ago. Just one night, he was warned, just one night could break down everything he built, open all those old wounds. Now he was staring at a familiar face, flushed, messy, drunk. At least the alcohol had stopped the shaking, the panic that had been building for the last few hours. Now, he was just numb. Just dizzy and numb. A little uncomfortably so, actually. He knew his tolerance had taken a nose-dive, he'd drank about as much as what gave him a light buzz during his worst period, but now it was making him close to vomiting. God, this was going to hurt tomorrow.
He took another long swig of vodka.
He found himself stuck in the bathroom, feeling as if he was trying to cough his guts out, feeling like he might be dying. Oh, god, was he dying? Would he die here, alone, without anyone around him? He leaned against the wall, and fumbled for his phone. He could call the ambulance, but he couldn't afford that. Couldn't pay for it. He instead chose a friend.
He barely remember what he said in stumbling slurred words, but he did remember that halfway through, he blacked out.
Lin woke up feeling cold, but not sick. Not dizzy. Just a headache. He opened his eyes, saw white. Snow. It was snowing. He was shivering, in just a t-shirt (a flannel shirt hanging over it) and jeans, as he sat up. He wrapped his arms around himself, and glanced around. He heard voices. People were yelling, but not in a mysterious way as he expected in a place like this. No, real people. He got to his feet slowly, wiping snowflakes off his glasses. This was eerie. It either had to be a dream, or he was dead. He turned towards where the other voices were. Then, in a shaky voice, one he wasn't quite proud of, he called, "Hello?" He looked around, when he suddenly noticed a girl in a leotard. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked urgently. He wasn't sure how he'd answer if he was asked the same.
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Orchid felt the anger of the crowd surge in her body, in a way one could only do in a protest. Or, perhaps, at this point, it was a riot. It was like all their hearts were beating to the same tune, the same fury. They surged together, they shouted together, and she wasn't pushed but guided in the same directions they were, like a tube on a river. Her voice mixed in with the sea of them, making waves. She felt unbeatable in this form, like no one could stop her because no one could stop any of them. They were one in anger.
She pushed her way towards the front-- well, she was pushed just as much as she pushed herself. The police in their riot gear stood along the side. She glanced sideways at them, but continued to shout. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of them suddenly begin to yell. The policemen started making their own sort of riot, and soon enough, there was the smell of pepper spray in the air.
It was a peaceful protest. The power was burning in Orchid. This was a peaceful protest. She located the source, and began towards him. Shouting. Still shouting. And then, a bang.
She jerked awake, still angry, but now much colder. She looked around. Nothing. No one was here. She began to touch the back of her head, her chest. No wounds. Except some bruises. No one was here. She took a moment to cool down her breathing, to relax. However, as she did so, the adrenaline left, and so did the artificial warmth. She started shivering. She heard people, even though she didn't see any. So, she got to her feet. Shivering, cold. "Is anyone here?" she called.
The cold nipped at the woman's nose and she adjusted her scarf to cover the lower part of her face, her hands immediately migrating right back into her pockets. How could it possibly be so cold? Sure, she had traveled out of Israel before, but never during the colder weather. It was simply amazing that the streets still managed to be crowded with people rushing about their business, pushing by each other as if no one else mattered. The culture in New York City was so interest. How her friends could move here was beyond her. Natalia glanced up from her slight daze, stopping in her tracks and knitting her eyebrows together. Was the apartment further down the street or had she passed it already? And where were all the people?
Shrugging off her concerns, Talia continued down the road, feeling a strange shiver creeping up her spine. As she crossed in front of an alley, the woman felt a rough hand grab her arm and jerk her into the darkness. It took some time for her eyes to adjust, though she soon wished that they hadn't. There stood a hood man, a gun pointed at her head, and he had his hand out expectantly. Did her want her money? She had none on her! "I don't have any money on me right now," she said blankly, though this only seemed to make the man more angry; he had no idea what she was saying. The robber obviously didn't speak Hebrew. Talia tried to sstep away, feeling him grab at her arm again, causing the brunette to snap her hand around to punch him in the jaw. However, a loud bang and searing pan cause her to stop as she fell back onto the ground, clutching her stomach. Blood seeped through her fingers, and then, darkness.
Natalia gasped away, pushing herself up to a sitting position with widened eyes and hands grasping for her midsection to find no gunshot. There was also snow. The woman slowly stood up, taking a second to balance herself, before taking in her surroundings. She certainly wasn't in New York anymore, though that didn't explain why she wasn't bleeding out onto the street. She quickly reached into her coat pocket for her phone, only to find that it was missing. What was going on here? "Whoever moved me here come out now!" She yelled and, while her voice was still thickly accented, she was no longer speaking her native tongue.
The sound of children laughing filled the air as three young boys chased each other through the deep snow, kicking a soccer ball to the best of their ability. This proved rather difficult as the snow reached to their knees, but the boys were having fun nonetheless. Their parents stood off to the side on the sidewalk talking about how fast their kids were growing up and the like, not really paying attention to the nine year olds as they ran around the snow-covered field.
Charlie trips and felt into a snow drift, bursting out laughing as he friends pulled him up only to dump a bucket of the white powder over his head. "Not cool!" He got out, shaking his hair much like a dog would. The young boy then took off running, kicking the soccer ball ahead of him while his two friends trailed behind, trying to catch Charlie and ultimately win their made up game. However, the young child was nearing the street without being completely aware of it due to the snow.
"Charlie, no!" A woman's voice shrieked as the soccer ball rolled into the path of a speeding car with the child close behind it. He had no time to think before everything turned bright and then dark, all commotion that had met his ears earlier gone. His friends were no longer laughing, his mom no longer softly chatting with the other parents, and no sound of the snow crunching under his boots.
The boy woke up after what felt like a few seconds to find himself someplace he had never seen before. It was a city and Boulder, Colorado certainly wasn't. Charlie knit his eyebrows together as he slowly stood up, his breathing becoming labored as he tried to understand what was going on. "Mom! Dad! Where are you?" While he attempted to keep his voice strong, a slight waver couldn't be helped as tears threatened to spill from his hazel eyes.
He coughed, and coughed, and coughed, warm liquid dripping out from his mouth every second. He couldn't focus on anything but the pain radiating from his chest, the itch that never went away. It was maddening in the worst of ways. Vaguely, he felt the gentle patting of a soft hand on his back, but even that was soon drowned out by the roaring of his chest. He sobbed, choking on his own tears. He wished that the pain would go away, but it never did, and it never would. He tried to stop coughing, he really did, but that itch just didn't go away, and he found himself coughing into oblivion.
He closed his tear filled eyes, and everything stopped.
His chest didn't hurt.
His lungs didn't burn.
The cursed Itch was gone.
But,
there was a new feeling.
Now, he was cold, the feeling seeping into the flimsy hospital gown that he was forced to wear.
Kota's dark eyes snapped open in surprise. Somehow, he'd 'died' and woke up in a new place of cold and snow, not that he minded the snow much at all.
He didn't care for the cold though.
Standing with a quiet groan, Kota stood, looking down in surprise.
The Hospital Gown that he had to wear was almost soaked through with melting snow, and his boxers were no different. It explained the cold, but not where he was.
He appeared to be in the middle of a snow-covered street, with no cars around and the moon high up in the sky.
Skyscrapers loomed around him, taunting him with their massive size.
And he stood there, shivering.
Just what god did I p*ss off?
Shivering, he took a step forward, only to collapse onto the ground with a yelp.
The cold from the snow underneath made him jump into a standing position faster than he's ever thought possible.
Shivering, and fighting off a panic attack, he tried to take another, shaky, step forward, letting out a breath as it worked.
Determination in his chest spurred him forward, one shaky step at a time.
Claudia Morena / female / 19
//is all in spanish until she dies
As a soft breeze ran through the empty streets, Claudia pulled her sweater around herself tighter. The darkening streets left an eerie feeling hanging in the air like a sour aftertaste. Claudia was past being off put by the darkened alleyways and unexplainable noises after traveling through and by them on so many occasions. The fear of something jumping out of her was a thing of the past.
She raised her gaze as something moved, but all she spotted was a small group of people walking on the opposite side of the street. Claudia's gaze only lingered a moment before she turned down one of the darkened alleyways. She knew she was probably risking getting jumped every time she took the alley, but it was a shortcut back to the house and lately, Claudia felt exposed whenever she went out. She felt as though every time someone looked at her, they knew exactly who she was and what she had done. She wanted to shout at all the people whose gaze lingered a little too long, but she knew that would only enhance the reputation she had already unwitting collected.
Something clicked behind her and Claudia paused. "Don't move," a woman's voice spoke. Claudia remained where she was, but frowned and let out a scoff. "I said, don't move!"
"You think that this is going to make this all go away?" Claudia asked. Behind her, she heard footsteps approaching. She wasn't sure why the woman thought she was being sneaky - Claudia knew who she was and what she was doing. Amateur. "Yeah, go ahead, pull the trigger. One death for another? A murder for a murder?"
"Shut up!" the woman's voice cracked as she yelled, and Claudia felt the cold metal of the gun press against she shoulder. The gun was shaking and it confirmed Claudia's suspicions. She's not going to do it. "You'll pay for what you did!"
Claudia turned around to face her assailant - a short woman with bleached hair. The fear was written all over her face as she stared up at Claudia, trying to look defiant. "But you can't do it. Drop the gun, and maybe I'll forget to mention this to the lawyers." Claudia pushed the gun out of her chest and the woman shakily dropped her arms.
Bang, bang! Something echoed in the alleyway and Claudia was suddenly on the ground. She heard a harsh ringing in her ears and the sound of a someone - a woman - screaming. Pain filled her sides and Claudia couldn't move against, couldn't react or do anything against the pain- and then everything was dark.
She woke up with a start, sitting up in a quick movement. Claudia whirled around, twisting, and found herself surrounded by...snow. What the hell? The pain in her side was gone and so was the shouting. Claudia rubbed at her forehead, before she pushed herself off the ground, frowning. "Where the hell?"
Atticus Parry / male / 11
"I told you this was a mistake, Nate!"
"He was doing fine when we left!"
"We should have let him rest more! His body didn't have time to recover for the first time, and now look at him! Our son looks like he's dying and we're another country and there's next to nothing we can do about it!"
Atticus shifted under his blankets. his brow deepening into a frown as he turned over. The lamp on the nighstand beside the bed was on, and there was a figure sitting in the chair, bent over a book. "How long are they gonna fight for?" Atticus asked. The figure beside him startled, before he gently smiled and set the book down.
"Your awake," his brother, Sam, said with as much cheer as possible. "How are you feeling, buddy?"
From the other room, Atticus could still hear his parents shouting. He tried to ignore it, block out the noise and the mean words. "I-I dunno," Atticus said truthfully. He had already lied to his mother when she had asked, but he couldn't lie to Sam. "You didn't answer my question," he pointed out, not wanting to talk about...well, whatever was going wrong with him. What is wrong with me?
Sam's face fell and he shrugged. "I dunno, Kit." Sam watched him cautiously. "Y'know, I wish they'd realise that it isn't going to help you."
Atticus thought about that for a moment. "Adults are kinda stupid sometimes, aren't they?" That made Sam chuckle and in turn, Atticus laugh softly. But before a moment had passed, the laugh had turned to a cough and suddenly Atticus couldn't stop coughing.
"-Whoa, Atticus, you good?" Sam asked, concern colouring his tone. Atticus wanted to reply, wanted to say something, but he just kept coughing. "Okay, okay, whoa, um, you need water?" he asked, grabbing a tissue and handing it to Atticus. Atticus put it against his mouth as he kept coughing. Fear picked up the pace of his heart and Sam offered him another tissue. They both froze when Atticus removed the first one and found blood.
The room went sort of still as Atticus' coughs died down and the shouting from outside stopped. He looked up at Sam with wide eyes. "We tell each other the truth, Sam? Always? Atticus asked and Sam nodded vigorously.
"Always."
Atticus looked down at the blood-stained tissue. "Am I going to die?" he asked quietly. Sam immediately opened his mouth, and Atticus knew it was to reassure him, but then his brother paused. He looked back up at Sam and saw a terribly sad expression on his brother's face.
"I dunno, Kit. I dunno what's going to happen."
They fell into silence again and Atticus leaned back in the bed., pulling the covers back around his neck. "I'm gunna go back to sleep," he decided. Sam nodded and rubbed his arm, giving him a gentle smile.
"Good. You need your rest." Atticus was kind of tired of hearing that sentence and others like it, but he felt his eyelids slipping closed and realised he was too tired to rebuke Sam then.
"G'night, Sam."
When Atticus woke up, he was no longer in the bed. there were no blankets around him, or bloody tissues. He had his lion-print pajama pants and his plain grey t-shirt he had been wearing. He was cold, but not in the shivering, fever-ish way he felt before. No, now it was probably due to the snow he had just woken up in. Atticus stood up, hugging his arms around himself. Where was he? Where was Sam? And his parents? What happened? "Sam?" he called, walking forward in no particular direction. "Mum? Dad?" he tried again, and got the same result- nothing. "Sam! Mum! Dad! Where are you?!
♠♂ wren stifled a yawn. they glanced around, looking around for their mother. blaine was supposed to ben meeting wren at the airport. wren’s mother was flying in from south korea today. when had been disappointed when their mother had decided to move back to korea, but the good news was that blaine visited regularly. wren glanced over at the people walking around. but something seemed... off. a girl was walking alone towards a gate. the person wasn’t sure why that seemed off. but then they realized why.
“hey honey, are you lost?” wren’s eyes landed on the girl and spoke to her softly. the girl only shrugged. “i dunno miss. i’m lost.” wren ignored the girl’s gender assumption, more focused on helping her. the girl seemed a little paranoid. the girl pointed behind her. “he’s following me.” wren glanced at the man behind the girl. he was indeed staring at her. and wren now too. wren nodded. “okay. we are going to go find the police. alright honey?” the girl nodded shakily. the man watched the two walk away and followed them.
the two had reached the front of the airport, trying to find a security guard. but then of course, the girl had to use the restroom. wren tried to hide her annoyance. the girl went towards the bathroom and then the man who had been following her ran towards her. wren ran between them, wincing visibly when them felt the man run into them, along with a knife, coming between their ribs. blood dropped down wren’s stomach, visibly staining their grey coat. wren’s eyes closed after hearing the sounds of panic around them.
when wren opened their eyes, they were still wearing a grey coat. however, it was clean. and it was much too cold. wren exhaled, watching their breath could in front of their face. “what’s going on? where am i? this isn’t the airport?”
∞♧ the blonde haired boy had been having a much too tiring day. he was currently walking down an abandoned street by himself towards his home. the boy sighed softly, pulling his maroon sweatshirt around himself, a bored expression resting on his face. he pushed some of his hair out of his face. he was much too ready to move out of germany, surely he wasn’t able to speak english fluently enough, but he needed to get away from his family. he needed to get as far away from his family as he could.
he continued to walk, later joined by a friend. a boy named erick. the two talked quietly together, not paying much attention to the deserted street around them. the two continued to walk, hearing the rushing cars around them. luka walked closer to the street and erick walker closer to the buildings. the two boys spoke softly, and then it happened.
a car drove by, rather slowly, and then there was a crack. and luken felt panicked. he had felt a sharp pain in his chest and then he felt weak. his eyes flicked over to erick, who hadn’t a horrified look on his face. “oh jesus. luka....” the blonde felt panic rise in his chest. his vision was blurring at the edges. but he tried to stay positive. “erick... what’s wrong? i’ll bet fune. right?” but the darkness haired boy seemed bothered. “i’m calling the ambulance. the... the medics, yeah! luka you need to stay with me... what the hell? luka please.... st....”
everything went dark for a moment. and then luken opened his eyes once more. he was greeted with cold and people around him speaking. “what is going on?” the boy seemed shocked as soon as he spoke. english? he didn’t know english. that’s why moving to america was a stupid idea. the boy glanced around frantically. snow floated around the blonde and he took a deep, chilling breath. he saw someone in the distance. “um... hello? do you know where we are?”
COLUMBINA
//All in Italian
The girl sat on the edge of the building. She'd climbed up to the rooftop of the building, the warm sunlight shining on her amber skin. This had been a long time coming now; nobody would miss her anyway. She heard a door opening behind her, and a girl walking out the door.
"Columbina! No... Don't do this. We can talk..." The girl said. The face was a younger copy of her own. Her sister, Albina.
"Albina, you think you can help everyone..." She said, tears streaking her face, smearing her mascara. "When will you learn that you just can't?" She said, looking at the edge of the building. She swung her legs over the edge. "Goodbye, Albina." Then jumped off.
She landed facedown in snow, surrounded by strangers. "Where am I? Is this Heaven?" She said, shaking in the cold. "Or Hell?"
(c)trexgirl
Toby
Toby was driving home, looking around at the city streets. People stood on the sidewalks, talking with friends. He waved to a friend he saw, then a blinding light flashed across his vision.
He woke up, still alive, in snow. He exhaled, watching his frosty breath cloud the air. "Where am I?"
(c)trexgirl
Karolina Edwards || Female || 21
Karolina whipped around when she heard someone behind her, There was a man. He couldn't have been older than 40, he had a handsome face with kind eyes. "Err, Yes. I think I am." She mumbled, She had a thick french accent and was shivering. "Do you know where we are?" She asked, her breath came out as puffs of cloud, Her grey eyes were wide and fearful. She rubbed her arms to try to warm herself up, she must have looked quite out with a face full of greasepaint. As they stood there, snow began to fall. It was gentle and beautiful but brought with it a fresh batch of freezing winds. The snowflakes began to stick to her hair and eyelashes. Her face was flushed from the cold, not that you could tell.
The streetlights around them were dim and the snow had not been touched, their footprints were the only sign anyone was here. Karolina shifted on her feet, the snow crunching beneath her weight. She shivered and tried to ignore the fact that her teeth had started to chatter.
Karolina gasped as the City seemed to come alive all at once, while it remained quiet save for the howling winds. The streetlamps flickered to life and the lights of the skyscrapers around them blinked into existence. "Mon Dieu!" She cries, and surprised herself by slipping into her mother tongue "What is this place?" She questioned fearfully, looking around.
Interaction with Lin siloueta
Silence was rare for him, so many people had once been so worried about his health that he'd be swamped with people for hours on end, never allowed the chance to think or even speak. So, in the silence that surrounded him, Kota allowed for himself to think, only for those thoughts to be broken by a sound in the distance.
He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of a voice, no, two voices echoing from the distance. Some part of his head recognized that the people who spoke was most likely a pair of people, but that information was pushed away by the quiet fear that had begun to take hold in his chest, urging him to run the other way, to hide. He was in a different place than what he 'died' in, and the likely hood of the residents being friendlies seemed low.
Still, the possibility of finding someone who possibly knew what was going on outweighed the idea of freezing to death, especially since he felt so much better than he had been.
With a moment of silence, he called out to the people that he thought was there with a surprising amount of determination considering his personality.
"W-w-w-who's-" was all that he managed to speak before he recoiled from the hoarse sound of his voice and the quiet itch that followed it, panicking. For a moment, he thought that he wasn't free of his illness, the cancer that had ravaged his body not too long ago, but the realization of the softness of the itch in his throat calmed him.
The itch that his illness brought him was not quiet, it was loud, calling his attention every time he dared to breath or talk. The itch that had once plagued him was constant; never ending in it's conquest of his lungs and mind.
This, new, itch was a gentle reminder of his throat's need for water; a soft tale of the numerous coughing fits that he'd once endured.
He was surprised at how grateful he was for this new, while still unpleasant, gentler itch which only brought a small cough of dryness to his throat.
However, he did not like the message that it gave him. He needed water, and soon.
The snow wouldn't work, it was too cold for him and he had no idea what the snow below had been through, and he most definitely did not want to try.
Maybe the people would have some...
With hesitance brought on by years of mental abuse of his peers, Kota took a shaky step in the direction that he'd heard the people talking before calling out once more with a more confident, though still hoarse, "H-hello? W-h-h-ho's th-there?" Tiny coughs and shivers traveled through his nervous body, but he continued on.
Faintly, he could see two people in the distance, their true features obscured by snowfall.
Idly, he realized what an odd sight he must be. Afterall, who in there right mind would wear a hospital gown out into the cold snow. That coupled with the thinness of his frame, brought on by illness-induced malnutrition, had to look strange if not terribly suspicious.
Lin felt chilly, but this poor girl was clearly shivering. It was interesting, her accent seemed French. He wondered where she was from-- wondered it if mattered, here. He wiped the melted snowflakes off his glasses, and on second thought, decided to just hold them in his hand for a moment-- the wetness and the cold was making them fog up so he couldn't see. He remembered looking up the explanation once-- the snow hit his glasses, warm from his face, and then condensates, leaving him practically unable to see. He supposed that would also apply to whatever this was. Karolina asked her first question, and he paused. He had a decent idea of where they were, but she would probably not like it. He'd spent so much time thinking about it it'd be hard for him to forget. "I--"
Then, the lights went on. He blinked in the sudden brightness, and glanced up, then around, almost desperate, for some sort of other sign of life, some signal that there were people in the buildings, but there weren't even cars. It was strangely empty on the dark streets. He glanced back at Karolina, then pulled the warm shirt he had on over his white t-shirt off, handing it to her. She looked much colder than he felt. The air sent the hairs on his arms standing up, but he wouldn't get hypothermia, if they got inside soon. "You probably need this," he said, and was about to say something more, like his name, maybe, when he glanced up and saw someone else.
Okay, so there were even more people here. It wasn't totally void. He reached a hand up, and waved at the new person, motioning for them to come over. They looked like they were in a hospital gown or something. Real cold stuff. He glanced at an empty window. Was there anything stopping them from going inside? On that thought, he turned back to Karolina. "I'm Lin, by the way. And... and what were you doing right before you got here?" If he was right, she'd also have been doing something dangerous. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be right.
( interacting with Vilaeri and Undecided )
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Orchid heard some distant voices, but the most clear was the one calling for... mum and dad, as well as someone named Sam. She looked around, and noticed what seemed to be a kid, standing in the snow as well. She was suddenly glad she still had on her black jacket, because this poor kid was just wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt. She wondered if this was a dream, like when you have a nightmare and you see other people but you can't ask them for help, you can't run to them. However, her voice worked, and she used it. "Hey. Hey, pal, over here."
She stepped closer to him, trying to estimate his age. Not a teenager, too cute to be a teenager, probably not still in elementary school. Somewhere in the middle. She wasn't sure if this was a nightmare, still, so she slowed her roll, and paused some feet away. It didn't make sense, being wary of some kid, but she didn't want to talk to someone who was-- hey, the lights just turned on. She looked up, feeling a little comforted by the nice yellow light. Real nostalgic. No one else was around but for this little guy, though. She'd have to make do. "Hey. Who are you?"
( interacting with procrastiraptor )
Claudia Morena / female / 19
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Atticus Parry / male / 11 / interacting with Orchid ( siloueta )
At the sound of someone's voice, Atticus jumped and whirled around, gasping in sharply. The air was cold, fresh, unlike the hot, stuffy air back in the hotel room in London, and it almost hurt his lungs and throat from all the time he'd been confined to bed. But it felt good, the fresh air. Atticus let out a breath and puffed out like fog in the chilled air.
The voice belonged a girl approaching him. A woman, with long, black hair, and she was asking who he was. Atticus' natural fear of stranger danger kicked in and he looked around uncertainly. Part of him wanted to run, who was this girl? Why was she here? Why was he here? Wasn't he sick? What happened to him being sick? He didn't feel sick anymore.
But there was no one else around, and Atticus felt better having someone with him then being alone. "Um, I-I'm Atticus." He eyed her cautiously. "Wh-who are you? Where are we? Did you bring me here?" Questions poured from his mouth before Atticus could think about them. But he couldn't help it, none of this made sense. Atticus knew by now that adults didn't have the answers to everything, but maybe this woman would be able to tell him what was going on. Atticus hunched his shoulders and tried to hug himself tighter, feeling a shiver run through his body at the cold air. It may have felt good to breathe in, but it certainly wasn't good to be in.
"We are so going to die!"
Min ran across the sandy beach towards the crashing waves, chasing after his blonde haired friend. "June! Wait up! Seriously man." He shouted out again as his best friend dove into the rolling waves. It was pitch black, the water like rolling ink and the sky and sea merging seamlessly at the horizon. It was what he had come out to see after all, leave it to June to decide on a night time swim. Finally his own feet reached the rolling waves and without hesitation in he dove in after June.
"Wait up you half-wit!" He yelled when he paused in swimming. June was a swimmer in training it wasn't surprising he was a league ahead of Min. He tried to swim faster, ignoring the persisting pang in his leg, he just had to get to the floating dock after all. And the floating dock wasn't very far. It wasn't very far. The pain grew more and finally he bellowed out to June, his friend was to busy racing ahead to hear him. He started to panic as his head slipped underwater and his kicks grew violent and useless. It seemed the more he struggled the more the burning in his lungs increased, the deeper he got the more darkness that crawled over his vision. He struggled again, where was June? He struggled pointlessly, where was June? He sunk down, he stopped struggling.
Where was June?
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Min woke up.
All he could feel was an aching cold, that was it. The burning, the pain, it was gone? He sat up slowly only to fall back again as he drew his hand back in shock. Snow? Had he been in a coma until winter? No. That didn't make sense. Carefully he got up again, shivering in the cold city in only his swim trunks and a loose t-shirt. He looked at his surroundings, it wasn't home, it was silent and snowy, with towering skyscrapers that made for a daunting skyline. It certainly wasn't anywhere he had been before, so quiet, just like it had been under water. The thought only added to his chill and he found the need to break the silence. He took a step forwards, a satisfying yet freezing crunch of snow. As he walk he started to call out, "hello? Hello! Is anybody there?" It was english... he was sure he meant to speak korean. He shrugged it off, he had been pretty sure he was dead a minute ago too.
He toyed with the gas, letting the engine rev and quiet as he waited for the light to change. He knew he shouldn't be doing it, he'll wreck the engine someday, but he couldn't care at the moment. He wanted to get home and the only thing that stopped him from driving through the empty red light was his begrudging respect for the law. And of course the distant police sirens that seemed to be coming closer. He tapped the gas again, humming to the radio as finally the light changed. He turned slowly and started his way down the long empty road that lead back to his empty home.
As the car bounced down the road the sirens grew louder and more concerning. When Arrash glanced back in his rearveiw mirror, the blue and red reflection danced on the rocks of the mountains that surrounded them. Then the off-white glare cut through them and the car that they hunted leapt up and slammed back down. It was inches from his own car. Rash slammed on the gas, trying his best to get out of the way of the car. He'd never been on the outside of a police chase before. The car roared to life showing the potential that he had never let it show before in the low speed limit town. But even the effort his old rust bucket put in wasn't enough.
The truck plowed into him and both vehicles went skidding, like dance with too many twirls and twists. It seemed like time froze when in seconds the impact of the hitting the rock-face threw him forward. He could hear the sirens right there. Shouting and a whirling, dying engine. Car doors slammed, boots slapped on pavement, voices shouted, gunshots rang out and all the while he lay dying. The men in the uniforms came towards him, recognized him and tried to sooth him. He reached out to take a worried hand and strained his voice to speak.
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Rash jumped up with a start, reaching for the gun that wasn't on his hip. He did a once over on instinct. Where were the cuts and injuries, where was the car? Where was he? He stood in a empty city which was basked in silence, the snow that covered the ground had muted the world. His clothes rustled when he moved, he could hear its almost silent swishing that was drowned out by other noises most of the time. The city was disturbing, eerily quiet and it felt detached from the world. Was it Earth even?
He started walking forwards, looking around and trying to find someone. "Hey! Hellooo!" He cupped his hands to his mouth as he shouted out, making his way down the empty road.
♠ wren, nonbinary, 28
wren heard yelling. well, not yelling, but someone calling out. it sounded sort of like a child. they walked over, trying to find the child, ignoring the snow around them. wren turned their dyed blonde head, searching for a small body, and then their eyes became locked on the child. “yes, i’m here. what’s your name?” they pushed their bangs ot if their face, walking towards the child. wren looked at the boy quietly.
the first thing wren noticed about the boy was his clothing. he was hardly dressed to be out in the cold, unlike wren, who was wearing a nice coat and dark tight jeans. and some knee high boots. they also had a sweater on under their coat. “excuse me, but would you like to wear my coat? you look kind of cold.” the taller person looked down at little min, a warm smile, in attempts to make him feel safe. they didn’t want the other to feel uncomfortable. “to be honest, i don’t know where we are, but you know what, if we get to that city over there,” wren paused their speaking, pointing over are the skyline of the city in the distance. “i bet you and i could call someone to get us. some way to get us out of here.”
:: interacting with cetus.
∞♧ luken, male, 19,
luken couldn’t see anyone. no one around no him anyways. the blonde stood up, shakily at first. which was odd, he knew how tim walk, but he supposed he was just in shock. how the hell was he here? and speaking english? the boy exhaled, watching his breath cloud in front of his his face. the boy sighed softly. he pulled his maroon sweatshirt around himself and glanced around. skyline of some city caught his eye. he had to go there’s. he began to walk off towards the skyline. he saw a few other people, but t seemed like they were not paying attention to their surroundings, much like luka.
he one thing the boy was confused about. hadn’t he died? or gotten injured. maybe he was in some comatose state. maybe he wasn’t on life support in an ambulance or something. maybe he had gotten to a hospital. the boy pushed some of his is blonde hair air away from rome his face. the city skyline didn’t seem to grow any closer, and luken felt as if he wasn’t getting colder and colder as he walked
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JIRO SHENG LIN pic
Jiro had thought it was suspiciously easy when he crept inside of the fourth story floor of the master bedroom without a single guard posted in protection. He would have even settled for lasers or trap doors because the man that owned this house was renown for his paranoia and being robbed. He just could not understand how this was so easy, perhaps the easiest catch every. That exact thought process was what had him moving slower and more carefully. He slid his gloved hand with feather light touches around every piece of furniture of surface he would pass by. Anything to find some sort of trick because he could tell that this was where the others had made a mistake. Just because you made it through most of the house without incident does not mean the whole house is safe.
As he made his way around the room he let out a small breath. The only people in this house were butlers and maids. What a stuck up snob. Suddenly to his horror he heard a mewling from a cat perched up on the bed looking at him curiously. Jiro cursed under his breath, out of everything he could’ve face whether it was fire, falling, drowning or anything he just had to have the final boss as a cat. Mr Whiskers to be exact. The raven rolled his eyes at that dreadful name and rolled his eyes. He jumped into action as soon as the cat meandered down the bed as he frantically searched the room, jumping over the cat to get away when necessary. Once he finally opened it he slipped inside quickly, failing to check for any traps due to that ill breed fiend. His eyes widened in horror but it was too late as he heard the safe click and the door slam behind him. The safe was filled with gold and various other high dollar materials but there had been a trip wire he triggered on his way in. Now the door was sealed shut and no one was likely to find him for months as the affixation settled in. When he opened his eyes he found himself in an odd city he didn't remember going to.
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“Are you sh*tting me.” His eyes looked all around his as his fingertips felt as though they were being nipped at by the snow. He narrowed his eyes pushing himself up to sit on his knees looking up at the skies raining down little white tufts of snow. “I know I’ve said I like cool weather, but not snow that’s gonna make me freeze my balls off.” Jiro snarked while muttering under his breath. He was not sure what happened, or how but at least he was alive. Maybe. Unless this was a dream. With that thought he stuck his hands in his pockets and let out a big wisp of steam from his lips. “Ain’t a dream cuz I’m not rich.” As he stood up he dusted off his shoulders and his head, a pointless act of course but he attempted nonetheless. Instead he took his hands and shoved them under his armpits and let out a brief sigh of relief at the momentary warmth.
The raven was not dressed for snow, he was dressed for a night out with the boys if he had ever care to really make friends. With slow moving fingers he fastened two more buttons to his shirt and pulled the lightweight leather jacket around him tighter. He put his hands in front of his lips and let out a large breath of air rubbing his hands together vigorously. He glanced around curiously before he froze. He had empty pockets? Jiro never had empty pockets if he still had any breath left in him. “What the hell is this place?” He muttered to himself. After doing a once over and a small pinch to check if he was awake he looked around at his surroundings. Tall buildings everywhere, so many nooks and crannies he could make his way into. Well, just as many as there seemed to been seamless glass skyscraper looking things in the distance, his worst nightmare. Perhaps that was a bit dramatic but what is the point in making a building if he can't climb it? Then again he could go back to his stash and get equipment for… He glanced around again and cursed under his breath. “Well… There's not time like the present.” With that he strode over to a building and prayed to the higher power his fingers wouldn’t freeze and break off causing him to plummet to his death. With that wonderful last thought he started scaling up one of the few buildings he could to see if he could get a better vantage point at his surroundings.
(OOC: If theres too many curses let me know and I'll edit and hopefully I will be making the female soon enough once school stops drowning me.)
J A S P E R;;
The small 17 year old boy was cruising through Palomo, Spains streets. Gaze a bit hazed and an alcohol bottle laid off to the side, as he raced at about 130 m/ph around turns and houses. Luckily no one was out this late to be hit by the reckless boy, who's friend was in the passengers seat cheering him on. His gaze was glowing brightly as he slowly skidded to a halt at a stop sign and nudged his friend.
"H-Hey.. you... you know w-what.. we should do?" He grinned widely, leaning on the steering wheel with a glowing gaze. Whatever his idea was it was doubtful that it was a good one.
"You.. you get out.... and record me.. I'mma drift... i'mma drift around that turn.. over there." Mateo lifted his arm up and pointed off at the turn that led to the highway, most people never went over 80 because of the crumbling rocks and how dangerous it was. But this boy was gonna do the unbelievable, or well he thought he was going to. Without protest his friend climbed out of the car, before going to the side of the road and pulling out his phone. Once he got the good to go he pressed on the gas hard and pushed forward, wheels kicking up dust as he flew across the ground.
"H-Haha! H-H-Hell yeah!" He yelled out, throwing his hand up as he turned the wheel to the side. But before he knew it, he was losing traction on the gravel. Skidding and slowly beginning to slid before he couldn't control the vehicle, with a sudden smashed he went through the guardrail and was thrown towards the water below. Slamming into the water and beginning to sink down, dazed as he slowly inhaled water and began to cough heavily. It filling his lungs quickly as he was pulled deeper and deeper to the bottom of the water, he felt like he was choking on poison. It slowly suffocating him until he went dull and everything went black, as the last bit of air left his lungs.
And with a jolt he woke up.
Confusion swam through the boys sick and cold mind as he slowly lifted his head, coughing a bit as the water from his lungs just seemed to disappear and he was... in snow? It never snowed in Spain. Shakily he pushed himself up and glanced around the area, skyscrapers in the distance much different compared to what he was used to.
"W-Where... where am I?" He wheezed out softly, his clothing still felt damp and he could still feel the compressing water all around him as he began to wobble to his feet. Hugging his arms to his chest, this cold temperature was a big difference compared to what he was used to. Breathing in and out shakily, with a little sneeze as he began to slowly walk along. Scared and worried, was this hell? Had he died and gone to some horrible place? Wasn't the underworld supposed to be warmer? Questions swam through his head like fish, as he tried to find any other source of life.
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COLUMBINA
OOC: She has a dirty mouth xD
Interaction: Jin SoulDreamer
She shivered as the cold wind got through her thin outfit, chilling her and raising goosebumps. She held her arms over herself, whispering, "I-It's never t-this c-cold in S-sici-ily..." She looked around for any signs of life, and her eyes fell on a man. "Sh-Shit. I'm n-not the only one."
She walked in his direction, studying his face. He seemed about 30-ish, maybe older. "Are- are you lost too?" She said, stopping in front of him. Her short stature made her tiny in comparison. Her auburn hair was blowing over her face, and she was trying to stay warm. She watched as her breath formed clouds.
"Where the hell are we?"
(c)trexgirl
Toby
The man looked around, shadowed eyes scanning for signs of life. He didn't see anybody around him, but he stood up, brushing of the powdery snow. He looked down at his ragged figure; he'd gotten some injuries in the crash, but he was much more shocked to be alive.
The car crash should have killed him. He realized he was wearing a thin jacket, but it was better than nothing here. He wondered if he'd end up with frostbite in this cold place. From his memory, he'd been on the way home from tending a friend's horse.
He didn't see any people nearby, but this city seemed large. There could be hundreds of people here, for all he knew. "Well, time to start looking for any others."
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After he had reached the top of the small building's roof he had a look around. This place was completely different from his home and even though it snowed a bit around him it never looked like this. Suddenly the sound of a voice below him caught his attention. Curiously and a bit hesitant he looked over the side after shoving his hands in his pockets and raising his shoulders to his ears for warmth. He stepped over to the edge and eyed the girl warily. Were there other people nearby as well? Why on earth did they call out and suddenly approach strangers? That seemed foolish to the thief that people could be that trusting. People like this were easy prey drawing attention to themselves unknowingly. Was she an enemy or just a lost girl? Jiro would make sure to keep his guard up.
"How did you get here?" The raven wasn't foolish. He was very aware that he had gotten locked inside of the safe and suffocated to death. The tingling sensation in his chest when he had started to die would still appear when he let his mind drift to that situation. Quietly and proficiently he slid down the house and started walking near her sizing her up in case she becomes a danger to him.
(Shoot, I didn't know this was up yet. Recap please?)
(As far as I'm aware everyone is still waking up and meeting each other.)