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[Horn]

This is a very light-hearted thing that we did back in my old role playing forums. I decided to put it in the "Writer's Club" forum rather than the Role Playing one, as it reminds more of a relay essay than a role play. Also I put it here instead of in "Forum Games" because, despite the freedom of subject, I want it to keep a certain control and not spiral completely off topic.

So, what's this about?



# You write a bit of the story. Doesn't need to be a novel, maybe just a couple paragraphs or so.

# When you feel you've written enough, you finish your post by providing three options for the next writer. The amount can be changed if the situation calls for it, but it should generally be three options.

# The next person who posts picks one of the options and continues the story based on it.

And so it goes on until we decide to finish the story up. We can go in a strictly serious direction, or we can go completely random with the storyline. It's all up to you. And, this is for anyone who wants to join in - no particular writing skill needed, although since you're posting it's assumed that you supposedly at least like writing somewhat.

Also, if you're planning on writing a longer post, you may put a post with "Placeholder" which you can then edit, to avoid getting hijacked while you're writing.

Ask if you got any questions.

Here we go!




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Terrible things, airplanes. Large, noisy, and nauseating. The food is disgusting, the service is subpar, the passengers are obnoxious and the in-flight movie is always Snakes on a Plane.
Not to mention the constant grippling fear of both wings tearing off thanks to the air pressure and the plane body spiralling down into a pit of certain doom.

And yet, here you are.

You awkwardly waddle across the walkway carrying your tonnes of luggage, spend a few minutes stuffing it into the compartment above your seat, check your ticket one extra time to make sure you're on the right plane and you've gotten the right seat, and then make yourself as comfortable as you can. It's a window seat, luckily; you only risk one person sitting next to you instead of one on each side, and you can look out through the window and observe the pretty air and clouds whenever you have enough presence of mind to do so (rather than occupying one of the barf bags). You let out a sigh, less from relief and more from the fact that you've just been holding your breath ever since you stepped on to the plane.
The "no smoking" light turns on. The flight attendands do their standard flight safety rounds. The plane gets ready to take off.
A finger taps on your shoulder.
You turn ever so slightly, noticing the passenger next to you in your peripheral vision.
- "Hey...hey, there. I need your help with something."

What do you do?

A. Listen in on the passenger.
B. Ignore the passenger and grab a pamphlet to read from the seat in front of you.
C. Call a stewardess and accuse the passenger of harassment.

Edited by Horn, 08 January 2013 - 09:16 PM.

[Supreme_Lurker_Primo]

*Interesting, I guess I`ll this*

Choose A: Listen to the passenger

You turn your head slightly it was a young old man, appears to be in his late 30's. You spoke in melancholy tone, "Yes? How may I help you ?"
The man tilted his head side way in why you spoke like someone taking ones order at a food restaurant. "Yes, is this seat taken? If not may I sit here?"
though you prefer your small little moment of solitude to be longer, but not to be a self-fish person you say "yes" The man settle down, sitting next you every so often stare in your directions.
Wasn't sure it was at the window or yourself, but you care not and continue to stare though you did notice an ouroboros ring on the wedding finger. The man continue to stare
You...

A. Call for the stewardess for Sexual harassment.
B. As about the ring.
C. Tell him you do not swing that way.

[A.E ✰]

might as well give it a try.

C. Tell him you do not swing that way

You uttered those lines with a presumptuous tone, not caring at all if you cause a scene in the plane. The man was speechless, you then looked away then stared towards your window and finally fell asleep. A couple of hours have passed and you were woken up by a a hot flight attendant, about in her mid 20's wearing a pink flight attendant uniform with pink tights... You grabbed your bag and stepped off the plane. You can't believe your eyes, you rubbed them for a couple of times cos' you think you were still dreaming, you asked the flight attendant where the hell your are and she said:

A. Uh-- sir is something wrong? were you not supposed to go to Tokyo?
B. Her cheeks turned red and she spoke in a cute voice saying, "I'm not talking to you because i like you and i think your cute or anything but we're in Tokyo.
C.You sir just got punk'ed.

[oceana]

B. Her cheeks turned red and she spoke in a cute voice saying, "I'm not talking to you because i like you and i think your cute or anything but we're in Tokyo.

You stared at the cute flight attendant in bewilderment and asked her once again, which came back with the inept answer - Tokyo.
You leave the flight attendant as you make your way to the airport where you receive your bags and so on, continuously pondering to yourself how did you end up in Tokyo.
During your daze, you find yourself with your bags ready to leave, but you just stand there in a trance, unsure what to do.
Simply standing by the front entrance unsure what to do.
You create a list of things to do to get out of this predicament and you decide to...

A. Go complain to one of the staff inside of the airport
B. Go outside the doors of the airport, into the foreign land of Tokyo
C. Sit there, depressed, in a morbid state

[oninn]

Damn, I was just about to reply on A.E's choices.... Oh well, here I go again.

<A. Go complain to one of the staff inside of the airport>

Of course, I was agitated. My destination should be in Germany but after confirming it on my phone, I really was in Tokyo.
While purposely making a irritated face, I tried to go to the pilot's cabin but realizing that complaining to the pilot directly can make a commotion, I just talked to that hot flight attendant again and complain that the pilot's mind had gone crazy because this is the first time in my life that this incident had happened. I was used to it, riding on a plane for several times but the pilot making a mistake like this was too idiotic.
"Why!? I had double checked my flight number and the plane that I was going to descend but...!! This, this type of mistake is very irrational!"
I was really making a commotion but looking at the other passengers, I can see that they were not bewildered at all. It seems like it was I who was made a mistake but this kind of thing is just impossible.
The flight attendant that I'm shunning was panicking like she doesn't know what to do.
I really am agitated. I want to continue complaining non-stop but the man in his 30's just approached me and said with a glint of pity in his eyes, "Please calm down..."
I become more irritated and stare at him with my sharp eyes. I don't want to become violent but this guy... suddenly touched my shoulders with both of his hands.

I....

A. Punch him on the face
B. Tell him to "let go and scram"
C. Make a disgusted face and accuse him of sexual harrassment

[Supreme_Lurker_Primo]

*I`m starting to think the "you" in the story if going to end up being really bipolar or have a case of Multi-personality disorder*

Choose A:Punch him in the face

After learning playing martial arts games for several year. I drop everything and punch the man in his 30's "FALCON PUNCH!" sadly no flame came out as I punch him and even worst he block that punch as if he was a familiar with such tactic. He look surprise and puzzle, but he wouldn't let go the hand. "Calm down...I`m not here to hurt you."

"Yeah, you want to RAPE me!" i say loud enough to be heard, people began whispers and glares

"Please do not be unreasonable..." he began to pull you hand in a direction

You
A. Struggle till the police arrive
B. Let him take you wherever he want to
C. Listen to what he have to say
D. Continue to scream "Rape"

[Horn]

Haha, this got crazy pretty fast.



C. Listen to what he has to say.

- "Look. I'm sure there are things you're wondering," the man says, in a slightly low voice so as to not try to agitate you further.
- "Yeah, I'm wondering why I'm being dragged off by a horny perv in his thirties who wants nothing else but to ravage my luscious-"
- "No!" he hisses at you. "First off, no, I'm really not planning for anything of the sort. And second off...that's not what I'm talking about. You're wondering why you're here. The plane was supposed to take you to the airport in Germany; Lübeck to be precise."
- "I..."
You calm down somewhat. Strange thing that he knows that, considering the destination the plane just took...then again, he could've just sneaked a peek at your ticket...
- "Furthermore, it's strange, don't you think?" he continues. "How long do you think the flight carried on?"
- "What?" You rack your brain for a few seconds. "Well uh...I was asleep, but I'm guessing a few hours...maybe?"
- "More or less correct. Two hours and 48 minutes to be minutely precise. Do you not think it's weird that we managed to reach Tokyo in less than three hours' time? And yet, here we are."
You stare at him. That was true. It'd completely slipped your mind somehow.
- "Now, hear me out. Something strange is happening, and I'm going to fill you in on a few of the details," he says, "but we should go somewhere quieter. Thanks to your outburst, we've drawn on a bit of attention. And I don't want to risk...certain people listening in on the conversation."
You think for a while. It made sense, somehow...even if it didn't. Granted, you were curious about the sudden turn of events...but were you sure you could trust this guy?


What do you do?

A. Agree to follow the man to a cafe in the airport and hear him out
B. Wrangle yourself loose from his grip and escape the plane
C. Break down crying

Edited by Horn, 08 January 2013 - 03:13 AM.

[DarkPrince]

A. Agree to follow the man to a cafe in the airport and hear him out

- "So, what do you think is going on here?"
He's about to answer, when a waitress shows up...
- "What will you be having, sir?
He stutters a bit, you realize something's wrong...
- "Uh....n..we're good."
Okay, he was acting weird, you give him the, dude what's wrong face and he replies with the, I've got no money on me. Was he being serious? how the hell could he not have any money on him? you didn't want to buy him a coffee, but it did seem like he knew something, and what did he mean by 'certain people'? he couldn't have made all that up just to get you to buy him a cup of coffee, right? in the end, you decide to let it slide....
- "Umm...we'll have two regular coffees."
- "Will that be all sir?"
- "Ye.."
- "Could you make mine a banana smoothie instead?"
You give him 'the look', was he for real? banana smoothie, what was he, a little kid? would they even have those here in the first place?
- "Okay sir, anything else?"
Apparently, they did. You answer....
- "No thank......."
- "Umm.....can I have a double cheeseburger as well.....oh and don't forget the fries~"
You are pissed.........

A. You punch him in the face.
B. Grit your teeth and put up with it.
C. Run away from this idiot.

Edited by DarkPrince, 08 January 2013 - 04:37 AM.

[theroadstopshere]

Well, this is a funny little experiment... mind if I chip in?

B. Grit your teeth and put up with it.

Despite the fact that your wallet was already uncomfortably light before you boarded the plane, you sit in silence while he proceeds to order the single most bizarre meal you've ever heard of. When he tops off the pickles-only cheeseburger, french fries left unfried, granola bran cereal, and diagonally-sliced apple with a dessert order of ice cream in a burger bun spread with swiss cheese and tobasco sauce, even the waitress pauses for a moment to stare at him with incredulity. But she recovers almost instantly, the 'customer service' smile firmly back in place.
-"Very well sir, your meal should be here in about ten minutes. When you are both done, please just remember to go to the cash register and they will help you from there."
She strides away smoothly and confidently, as though whatever the hell had just happened was nothing unusual. You watch her walk away, mildly impressed. That was one hell of a calm act she had put up. Waitresses in Japan were made of sterner stuff than ordinary serving staff, it seems.
-"And now that she is certain to be out of the way, I would like to get back to business."
Suddenly the man is all business again, hunched slightly over the table and pinning you with an intense and serious stare. For a crazy moment you wonder if the ridiculous behavior from a moment ago was all an act. To keep unwary patrons or serving staff away from the table as much as possible? But before you can begin to wonder how, why, or anything else, his voice, deep and grim, draws you back into the conversation.
-"There are many things that you have to know, and not enough time in the world to know them all. First of all, you have to understand that the way you, and everyone sitting around you, has been viewing the world is entirely wrong."
His voice is grim and harsh, and for the first time you hear a raspy undertone to it. It has the sound of the slight, guttural rasp hear in the weary voices of war survivors exposed to the toxins of chemical weaponry. It suddenly occurs to you that this man is older than his face tells. There are lines and creases to his face that are etched by worry and fear, and the grinding toil of years. He could be fifty now, or maybe older.
-"There are forces at work in this world that have been glanced over and ignored for years. Centuries. Did you wonder at all why no one else on your flight was surprised by the sudden change in arrival destination?"
-"Well, I hadn't really had time to think about it..."
-"And if I hadn't pointed it out to you, would you ever have thought about it?"
-"..."
He's right. For some reason, until he brought the question out to the open, it hadn't even seemed a possibility that others on the plane would think the change in flight strange. It wasn't that you hadn't thought about it, it was more like it was simply... unthinkable.
At this moment, the waitress returns with the banana smoothie. The man breaks his gaze from you and is suddenly sitting up straight, smiling the waitress up and down with a silly, childish grin that doesn't suit his features in the least. The sudden transformation is unnerving, and given the conversation he had just been having with you, almost creepy.
As the man begins to thank the waitress with his clownish smile, there is a sudden and terrifying urge pulling at your mind.
Get away.
Get away get away, you have to get away now.
Now, while he isn't looking.
Before he can say anything more.
The urge is primal, terrifying. Your heart is almost ripping itself out of your chest with its sudden and manic hammering, and your palms bead with sweat. It feels like if you don't obey this call, you might die of the sheer terror.
He's still distracted with the waitress. It hasn't been even two seconds. But if you are going to do anything, it must be now, before he can see your fear.
What are you going to do?

A. Flee. Get away from him, and take to the terminal connector routes to flee and lose yourself in the crowd.
B. Fight the urge and stay seated as long as you can, trying to hide the sudden change in you from your companion.
C. Try to tell the man the sudden fear you feel, hoping that confronting him will make this sudden turn of events comprehensible.

[oninn]

Oh, I guess my turn again. (Please forgive me since I will use some bad words.)

<B. Fight the urge and stay seated as long as you can, trying to hide the sudden change in you from your companion.>

I'm scared.
I can feel my hands was soaked in sweat.
I can't breathe. I feel like throwing up.
But I... in the midst of confusion and terror, still hold back my sudden urge to flee.
It's not because I am brave but the word "curiosity" is just too strong and is swimming inside of my head right now.
The man in his 30's (or 50's?) started to munch his banana smoothie with a content look on his face several seconds ago and here I am, sweating like I'm some kind of an idiot.
Reluctantly, I ask him a very typical question that was supposed to be asked several minutes ago.
"Just... who are you?"
"... ..."
Stopping his spoon midway before it reaches his mouth, he put it down into his plate and look at me with a sharp glare.
"... No good."
"Wh-what?"
"You're no good."
I became confused because of what he said. Hearing him sighing, he just closed his right eye and smiles at me like it was nothing.
"Don't interrupt an old man while he is enjoying his meal."
"Are you kidding meeee!?"
Fuck.
And here I was, scared like I'm a piece of shit while you don't want to be disturbed while eating that banana smoothie for kids!? Who the hell do you think would be the one who will pay for your meal, huh!?
"Just be patient. I'll explain everything to you later on... Wait until I finish my meal."
So, I just need to wait while I'm being nervous because of that weird situation on the plane. I was ready to piss my pants there, you know!? Waiting for you to finish your pickles-only cheeseburger, french fries left unfried, granola bran cereal, and diagonally-sliced apple with a dessert order of ice cream in a burger bun spread with swiss cheese and tobasco sauce is just too absurd!
"What the fuck?"


What do you do?

A. Ignore him and just proceed with the conversation
B. Wait patiently until he finishes his meal
C. Dash off and leave him

[Horn]

I added a little note to the first post - if you plan on writing something longer (or well, just making a post at all), if you'd like, you can post a message reading "Placeholder" and then edit it afterwards, so as to not risk anyone else hijacking your posts while you're writing it.



C. Dash off and leave him



This has been going on long enough.

You'd been intrigued by the man's conduct, his urgent motions to speak with you, and how he seemed to know your dilemma and why things had gone the way they had, but the longer you sit staring at him gorging himself on his bizarre dinner, the more convinced you become that he's just some complete eccentric who makes his living off inventing stories and bumming food from easily duped fools. He must've looked at your ticket information. And...well, you're still not quite on the clear with the Lübeck/Tokyo mixup, but there's likely some explanation. A rational one, at that.

He looks away for a split second to admire one of the waitresses.

It's just enough.

With a loud clatter, the chair falls backwards as you scramble to your feet, spin around and take off towards the exit. You hear him yell from behind you, but disregard him. God knows what he'll do to you if he catches you again. Almost knocking over a patron, you heave yourself against the exit doors; they slam open, and you stagger outside, onto the street. Looking wildly from side to side, not really having planned further than getting out from the shop, you try to measure out which way would be best to...

...what the fuck...?

You stand up straight. The man in the cafe has completely disappeared from your attention, just like that. Instead, you look straight ahead, taking in the lucid scenery in front of you, wondering if you'd had something slipped into your drink.

The world spun.

The buildings shift in color, wriggle like worms, bob up and down. The ground you stand on rides up and down like a sinus wave, yet remains perfectly still for you to stand on. The people walking the streets grow and shrink in size, stretch and bend, walk through each other like misty ghosts. And the sounds. Car horns heighten in pitch, people speak in slow-motion, the tiniest flap of wings causes the most deafening tremor. It's pretty much just like you'd imagined an acid trip to be.

Besides. Hadn't you just been inside the airport? Where were you now? How did the entire cafe suddenly move outdoors? And...

You tilt your head to the side. There's a familiar building, right over there, bobbing and bending just like the others...

That's the Eiffel Tower.

This isn't Tokyo anymore.

Someone grabs your arm, but you're not startled; you barely have any sense of presence to notice it. You turn to see the man again, standing in the cafe entrance.

- "Not very keen on listening, are you?" he says, with a voice that sounds like it's gone through forty different audio filters.

You just stare at him. It feels like an eternity passes as the world keeps spinning around you.

- "I'm gonna be sick," you finally manage to squeak out. You shake your head slightly at the sound of your own voice.

- "Come back inside," he mutters, tugging you along, back into the cafe again.

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- "I was gonna ease you into it, but now you've seen what's going on," he says as you're seated back at the table again. The strange concoction he'd been chewing on was gone from the table; left was a plate with some steak bones and a tall glass that had been filled with wine. You don't feel like asking any further about it, though; you're still in shock from what you've just witnessed.

- "Seen what's...what!?" you hiss at him. "I didn't see anything that cleared it up for me! I don't understand anything! What the hell was that out there!? Oh, man..." Your voice quietens down; you're almost on the verge of sobbing. "I was just going to take a vacation...that's all I wanted, out of this trip...why did this have to happen to me?"

- "I'll help you."

You look up. The man is gazing straight into your eyes. The stern wrinkles have all but disappeared; he looks younger again, all of a sudden. Younger and friendlier.

- "I only know bits and pieces of what's going on, myself, but I'll help you. But I'm going to need your help in return."

You ponder for another while. You still feel you can't trust him completely. But the world you'd just seen outside...you don't have the faintest idea what to make of it. Or where to go now.

There was simply no other choice.

You nod at the man. He cracks a smile at you.

- "My name is Karl Pete," he says, reaching a hand out to you. "I apologize for the brash treatment up until now. What would your name be?"

You look inquiringly at his hand. You then grab it lightly.

- "My name is..."



A. Kristoph Gardner (male)
B. October Joviales (female)
C. Pikachu

Edited by Horn, 08 January 2013 - 10:03 PM.

[greenguy]

C. Pikachu

"My name is... uh.. I-I am.......... Pikachu." you say to the man. "D-Don't laugh okay, i-it's really my name."

"Why would i laugh at someone else's name?" he says, not looking amused even the slightest.

"W-well, it is quite an unusual name, for one."

"Laughing at someone else's name is not going to help any of us during this situation."

"Okay then. T-Thanks."

"No, no, I will be the one saying thanks to you once we managed to get out of here, young lady." he says with a bright, big smile.

"W-What do you mean? My role is going to be bigger than yours in getting us out of here!? I-I can't.." you are getting even more worried and confused.

"You alone hold the key out of this mess." the man says with a firm voice. "Soon, they will start to look everywhere for you."

You start to sweat. "H-Hey, you are starting to scare me. What in the world is happening?"

"Golden Ticket." the man turns around. "Have you heard of that term before?"

"...!?" you are shocked. "The plane ticket i bought! I-It was.."

"Yes. It weirdly glows in the dark and plays Justin Bieber's 'Baby' when dropped. More importantly, it is the one of the 'Golden Ticket' issued for a ride to the TildeLand" he turns to you again. "I came here with that ticket 3 years ago."

He readies a blade. You start to back off.

"And.. the only way of getting out of here alive.. is to kill another person who comes here after you with the 'Golden Ticket' after explaining about the situation. Troublesome, i know. BUT I've been waiting for this moment all along!"

He lunges at you.

You....

A. Give up and looks at the bright side, you will be out of this mess anyway.

B. Dodge the attack and flee.

C. You are a human girl, not really a pikachu. But i guess you could try using Electric attacks?

SORRY, i SUCK AT THIS V_V

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Edited by Clarity, 09 January 2013 - 02:59 PM.

[oninn]

Okay, now this story has become a real mess, I think? So I'll go with the most obvious answer... I don't really understand the story now.... I was actually confused, you know?


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<C. You are a human girl, not really a pikachu. But i guess you could try using Electric attacks?>

"T-tu, thunder! ......"

You said while putting your right hand towards him.

"... ..."

Of course there's no way that I can generate an electric current! What am I, a pokemon!?

But after doing that, he suddenly stopped his movements and jumps backwards.

"Tch, so you knew how to fight all along?"

What the hell is this person talking about? I don't get this person at all!

"I can't get careless now, can I? Hey, just give it up. You don't stand a chance of surviving here. Just stand right there and I'll give you a painless death."

Shit. All I did was to purchase a weird ticket that plays Justin Bieber's 'Baby' when dropped and the result would be like this? Damn you Beiber fags!

I muster up the courage to speak even though I was scared.

"I, I won't die in a place like t-this! I refuse..."

"Ha, you still don't understand, huh? There's no way that you'll survive. Listen, it took me 3 whole years just to encounter a total newbie like you. Imagine yourself in a situation like that. For you, it could even take you a whole decade just to create an opportunity like this, you know?"

Listening to his rant like that, I... understand. Yes, the situation had became more complicated than earlier. If what this person saying is true then I really am in a dire situation.

He readies his blade once again (is that a butterfly knife?) and made a weird stance. I thought that he was on his fencing stance but putting his left arm behind and pointing the blade towards me was kind of suspicious.

"Ha, you seem dumbfounded. For your information, this is what they called... the Palace's sword style!"

I really don't get you!!! And are you Alibaba-kun!?

After breathing in large volume of air, he lunges again but he's a bit faster compare to earlier.



You....

A. Give up and looks at the bright side, you will be out of this mess anyway.
B. Dodge the attack and flee.
C. Wait for the opportunity of a counterattack. Change the direction of his moving arm and strike back like there's no tomorrow.

[Supreme_Lurker_Primo]

*Well this certainly has gotten to a fine mess if I ever saw one. Hm,*
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Choose A: Give up and looks on the bright side, you will be out of this mess anyway.

You lay there motionless as event flashes before your eye, You regret not asking that pretty person out in high school, you regret never being nice....well nicer to your Mother and Father. you DO NOT regret eating pudding in the fridge and pinning the blame on your older sibling. You slowly watches and the blade glimmer by time moves ever so slowly. Your cease to mobilize.

As Karl bring the blade down a giant trident connected to a chain descent and piece the ground. It crash and and crackle into the air. You hear a faint voice from above. "Ah, there you were Karl, darling <3, you know you shouldn't do that...maybe you want to be punish again <3 I have not problem doing that...hehehe." You see a little girl descent from the Heaven "So Angels do exists...I must be dead now."

"Ugh, You again, can't you just leave my preys alone?!?! Do you know how long I waited for this day? This day where freedom is within reach!." He back flip away from the little girl."

"Hm, it seems your preys is still very much alive...how convene, but darling <3 why do you ever want to leave, you can kill all you want, isn't it the BEST <3" the little girl licks her finger in a seduce way.

You slowly lose you conscience, as the two bicker back and forth, you felt as if you were being suck into a vacuum.

You wake up lying in a bed, the surround looks normal almost to surreal. You notice the little sipping tea.

"Morning Sunshine, Little Karl will not bother you anymore...well won't bother me anymore that is, but rest assure he still alive and well. You probably have a lot of questions, but if you really want to ask them go a head, but if you ask to much I may...feel like poking you with something sharp. You are alive for now because it seem you are the latest victim of the Golden Ticket, I am keeping you alive because it will lure me more victims to demonstrate my "artistic license. And by the way you bounded the bed so do not bother escape we will have and lot of fun tonight Onee-sama <3."

You
A. Scream for help,
B. Play dead, and hope she is not into necro.
C. Shut up and and except your fate as you are destine to be someone plaything for the rest of your patheic life.
D. Find a way to kill one self

Edited by Supreme_Lurker_Primo, 09 January 2013 - 05:15 PM.

[Horn]

B. Play dead, and hope she is not into necro.


- "Did you really think that would help? I can pretty easily use my scalpel to verify that you're alive, you know."

You sigh. You were lying still anyway; you don't even know why you thought of such a silly idea. Though for some reason it doesn't occur to you to question how she knew what you were trying to do.

Some minutes pass by. The only thing you hear is her soft sipping from her teacup; she appears to be occupied with something else on her side. Though restrained to the bed, the restraints aren't terribly tight, so you turn your head to examine your surroundings.

It's a very white room. The only furniture in it is the furniture being currently used - the bed you're sitting on, and the chair and table the girl is sitting by, apparently reading a book of sorts. A single window and a door are situated on opposing walls, and a small light bulb with no lampshade hangs from the roof, almost exactly in the middle of the room.

It looks very much like a cell of sorts. A cell of a prison...or a mental institution, perhaps.

- "Feeling better?" the girl suddenly inquires. You turn towards her, getting a better look at her for the first time. She's short and very slender, and wears strangely exquisite clothes along with black curly hair. Tugging on your restraints, you notice they don't seem particularly solid...maybe there's still a chance of escape. You can probably get past her if you tried; she doesn't look like she could put up much of a fight...

- "I wouldn't recommend that either," she continues. "I'm not the one who will be putting up a fight. My lovely little cronies will do that for me."

You stare at her for a solid ten seconds.

- "How did you know I was thinking of..."

- "Oh, it's not that hard. It's written right there in the post, black on white."

What the complete and utter hell was she talking about?

- "The post...bah," she sighs. "Just forget it. You wouldn't understand. Not yet, at least."

You shrug, frowning slightly at a painful flash of lightning sizzling past your eyes; the dizziness still doesn't seem completely gone. The room feels like it's slowly tilting in some undefined direction. Oh, yeah...the spinning...and everything else...

- "Why is the world spinning?" you ask. "What's with this 'golden ticket' business? How do I get out of here?"

- "Lotta questions at the same time, Pikachu-nee-sama," she replies softly and sips her tea again, turning a page in her book. "For now, I'd just like it if you rested up and adjusted to your surroundings a bit."

- "How do you know my name?"

- "The previous posts. If it's been written, I know it. This doesn't make sense to you, I know, but maybe in time it will. It takes a lot of skill to harness this ability, and in reality it shouldn't even be possible. However, in this strange universe we've been caught in, it has somehow been doable."

- "Just what..."

Your mind races. It doesn't seem like she'll actually answer any questions you give her without giving you more questions to ask about. You ponder a bit more before speaking again.

- "Is...is there anything you can...or want to...tell me, without making this whole thing even more confusing for me than it is now?" you ask her. She snickers at you in return.

- "I was just as confused as you were in the beginning. I've spent some time here now, though...you'll understand more and more as time passes. But, as a reward for not breaking loose and trying to kill me just yet, I'll give you just a little hint what's going on..."

There is a clattering as she sets the porcelain mug down on its coaster, and stands up. She then walks over to you, softly clicking her heels against the hard marble floor, until she's standing just next to the bed.

- "This universe...is controlled by mind power."



What do you do?

A. Nothing much you can do, really; you're still tied to the bed...just hear her out for now and wait until she frees you.

Edited by Horn, 13 January 2013 - 03:04 AM.

[oceana]

A. Nothing much you can do, really; you're still tied to the bed...just hear her out for now and wait until she frees you.


- You feel utterly defeated. You try to listen to the girl but feel morbid and translucent. You may have missed something important that she had to say, but you were in no stable state to think. You try to hold back a river of tears as the girl continues to drone on and on, until she started to practically talk to herself. This continued for a while until she started to state ways of how she planed to make you into her own little puppet...

- "Perhaps I can find a tailor to dress you up in an adorable little outfit," the little girl grinned as her childish laugh echoed of the white walls... She stood up and made her way over to you, her shadow looming over your face. When then she started to stroke your cheek which sent chills down your spine as you look away from her in disgust.

- " You have such an adorable little face," you try your hardest not to look her in the eye as she grins down on you with an eerily large smile on her face. She grabs your jaw and jerks your face over to look at her. Her sharp nails were piercing your skin," I can't have my own servant get all the attention though can I? Maybe I should give you a make over...." Her face began to twist into a mask of insanity that would have made even the toughest of men crumble in fear. Her giggles beat down into your head as you lay there, unable to do a single thing.

- You couldn't help it... Your lip began to quiver and tears began to spill from your eyes. You know you are stuck and there is nothing you can do. You tried to find something in the room to look at, besides her sinister smile, but your vision is blurred with tears. You claw at your restraints to the best of your ability, but to no avail - nothing happens. This only causes the little girl to laugh.

- "Ple... Please don't kill me," you manage to squeak out.

- Her unpleasant grin changed into a pout as her eye began to twitch. "I have no use for annoying little servants who wont do as they are told," she slowly pulled out knife from her back pocket," I think you are going to get a little make over a bit sooner than expected now aren't you?"

- The little girl held the knife above your face, as the small blade inched closer and closer to your face you whimpered and closed your eyes hoping for a bit of peace before who knows what she would do to you. In this desperate situation all you could think was ... Why me?

- You waited for a moment as nothing happened. Did she decide not to do anything to me, you ponder. Your tense muscles begin to loosen as you opened your eyes and nearly gagged.

- What lay in front of you was a now what you could only guess were the remains of the little girl who was about to torture you. The bloodstained walls reminded you of a painting you once saw - a blooming rose with petals scattered along the canvas. You may have felt more sickened if you stayed locked on sight, straight at the discombobulated remains. But you found yourself staring at a very mysterious figure.

- A strange cloaked entity stood next to the crumbled remains of the girl, his cloak was coated with scarlet. His black coat seemed like a shadow, with wisps of smoke coming off of it like a flame.You are bewildered as you notice that his feet were not visible as he floated above the floor. The man turned towards you and you were greeted with something unexpected.

- His face was perfectly molded and his eyes were a deep shade of blue. Tiny little curls of black hair etched an outline of his gorgeous face. He held a stare which would make any girl swoon, yet you found his eyes filled with deep sadness, etched with remorse. After a moment, with locked gazes, the man stared at you looking ready to talk...

A. The man decides not to talk and simply frees you from your restraints
B. He explains to you about the situation you are in, and how important you are to stopping the game of The Golden Ticket
C. The little girl's goons come into the room and decide to demolish you, to the best of their ability

Edited by oceana, 16 March 2013 - 07:53 PM.