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Post by ωΘĿƒ on Jun 18, 2010 11:28:25 GMT -6
This place was not inside the cafe. It was underneath it. Rats crawled along stone flooring, creeping over the mold like it was a dense shrubbery - a forest of filth. The room was cold and damp, lined with a sickly fluorescent green slime that must have been some kind of algae. The smell was stifling - the air stale and heavy in your lungs. You feel it press against your chest as you heave it in, trying to filter out the oxygen in it by breathing harder. It doesn't work. You are alone, and it is dark. You are chains, and the shackles around your wrists dig into your skin and burn. The ones around your ankles have stopped hurting a long time ago. They're numb now.
There is no light, only the silence and the stifling air and the cold. You might be able to see your breath if only you could see. But you can't.
You can barely even move. Where is this place, you ask...?
This is White's dungeon. Have fun, kiddies.
Notes: Ha~ Don't think magic will help you here, or any of them fancy race powers >.> Magically enchanted chains make you human with human powers until you can find a way to break out. Then maybe we'll talk about your obstacles.... You're being guarded too. By who, I wonder?
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Post by reynard on Jun 18, 2010 14:00:44 GMT -6
Reynard slowly woke up to total darkness. He tried collecting his sleep fogged thoughts as he tried to remember where he was. It certainly didn't seem like the dorms. It was when Reynard tried to rub his eyes to wake himself up that he realized he had shackles on his hands and legs.
With a jerk Reynard came totally awake. He could barely move an inch in any direction, what had happened! He wondered. How had he ended up in this pit of a place. The last thing he remembered was walking towards the dorms to go to bed. His memories after that had been fuzzy. How had he ended up here he wondered.
Reynard calmed himself down to take stock of the situation. The air was cool, damp, and heavy in the lungs. While the walls were slimy and dank. He must be somewhere underground. No other explanation fit. The question was where underground was he and how could he get out.
Reynard decided to transform into his real form so that he could get out of the shackles. Nothing happened. He tried again. Still nothing. What was going? Why couldn't he transform he wondered. What magic stopped him, and was it in the cell or his chains? He finally decided it didn't matter. He needed to figure out if there was anyone else here.
Reynard called out into the darkness "Hello is anyone there?" Cliché perhaps but it would do the job. Hopefully someone would hear and respond.
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Post by Erzbet Bathry on Jun 21, 2010 22:40:50 GMT -6
Erzbet was in the corner, trying to hold herself together. She wasn't succeeding. Her eyes glowed bright yellow, but even with excellent vision she could see nothing. She had rolled herself into a ball. Well, as close to a ball as she could get with the shackles on. She felt like she couldn't get a breath in, even though she was on the verge of hyperventilating. There was a word for this...claustrophobia. The word meant nothing to her. She only knew that panther did not do well in captivity.
I am not a good hostage. She had told the demon boy. She hadn't been lying. It was only the magic in the chains that kept her from breaking out of her human skin. She was miserable. She grabbed a lock of hair and wound it around a shaking finger. I want my jungle. She thought. I want my jungle. Over and over she chanted it in her head, but it didn't help.
"Hello is anyone there?" She started. There was someone else in here? She didn't know if that made her glad or more nervous than before. "Y-Yes." She stammered. "Where are we?" She prayed he would know. But maybe it was better if he didn't. It meant that he wasn't in on whatever sick game whoever-the-hell-they-were was playing with them.
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Post by RuetheDay on Jun 22, 2010 0:37:52 GMT -6
As the darkness of her unconsciousness slowly cleared, Rue's senses went on hyper-drive as when her eyes drifted open lazily, they were greeted by more darkness. She took it in all at once, damp, stale, moldy air. She could barely breathe, she could feel the grime on her skin, the rough stone floor against her slightly exposed arse in her familiar maid costume, sweat beaded on her forehead as she tossed wildly as her restraints in an attempt to break free, gasping for air, she realsied she could speak. Hell of a blond moment.
"H-Hello...?" A shaky, terrified, quiet and strained whimper was the voice that had by some chance replaced Rue's normal, slinky, seductive and silky bedroom; a British accented pitiful cry. As the fearful tears rolled down down Rue's eyes, she continued to toss and struggle to break from her binds, despite all attempts, it was futile. She broke into heavy sobs. What had she gotten into? Was this the aftermath of that party she was at last night? Had she seriously gotten into that serious of bondage again while drunk? No, not again. PLEASE not again.
Slowly attempting to pull herself together, clearing her thoughts, ignoring the jeering thoughts of Rei, she focused in on the presences around her. A male, a female both in the same position, slowly easing she listened into their conversation. And then answered, bringing herself in with a slightly less pathetic voice. "Does anyone know where the bloody hell we are!?" The shackles were cold on her wrists and only dug into them even more as she struggled, luckily her elbow length fingerless gloves gave her some protection. S
he tossed her head, feeling her blood red hair fall into her face, she probably looked a mess. Rue never looked a mess. This was not good. Whoever did this was gonna pay... bitterly.
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Post by Elle on Jun 22, 2010 11:50:44 GMT -6
Sam remained slumped against the wall, scowling down through the darkness at the chains around her wrists. She had been here for awhile. A long while, since she was one of the first to be captured. Not a great accomplishment. Though whoever was behind this must know what he is doing. If he had decided to capture her later, after she had heard about students mysteriously disappearing, she would have been much more guarded. She'd probably have been able to capture the criminals herself. That's what she chose to believe, that is.
As she heard some of the other captives begin to wake up, she rolled her eyes. Typical captive questions, and ones she doubted would help them at all. She had asked all the questions she wanted to when she was first captured and was unable to get an actual response out of him.
With a sigh, she shifted slightly, though it was impossible to get comfortable. Cursing under her breath, she listened to their irritating chatter, adding nothing but a muttered "Shut up," As she closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall. What no one seemed to realize was that worrying would do no good. In a situation like this, all they could do was wait.
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Post by Anzeh on Jun 22, 2010 21:09:05 GMT -6
Jericho Mist
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center] Jericho felt like utter crap. He was dizzy and he could have sworn he was high right now if only he'd felt a little more giddy, and perhaps had a better idea of where he was. Judging by the sudden influx of activity, people were waking up and moving around and becoming more aware. Perhaps if he just... he closed his eyes and tried to turn into a Cheshire Cat, to shed his skin and worm out of his cuffs...
It was like driving full-speed towards a brick wall, and he cried out in pain, his head throbbing. As slimy and nasty as the floor was, he rested his head against it and panted a little, managing to get the pain to fade away. The flurry of sudden activity made his head hurt, and everyone's god-forsaken *****ing wasn't helping anything! Jericho released a loud snarl, but said nothing. He tried to look around, tried to find a lightsource... nothing.
He yanked against his chains and breathed in through his nose, coughing out. Oh god, what was that smell?! It smelled like bloody death and festering wounds along with salty tears and a smidge of fear and regret. He coughed and reminded himself to always breathe through his mouth. "We're quite obviously being held in some kind of dungeon." He muttered. Where was Grimoire? Where was big, strong, older brother by like, 5 minutes?
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Post by Erzbet Bathry on Jun 23, 2010 10:59:08 GMT -6
A dungeon. A medieval word for an awful basement. That meant they were underground. Again she had to fight the urge to panic. She took a deep breath. She listened to the others talking, trying to gauge how big the dungeon was. Now that she knew it wasn't the box she imagined, it was getting slightly easier to breathe. Someone cried out and she tensed up again. She needed to distract herself.
Who would want this many people? She thought to herself. Maybe working on solving a mystery would keep her mind off the fact that she was underground. She searched her memory. She hadn't heard anything of people going missing before this. Then again, she didn't pay much attention to other people. Did they have something in common? Seeing as she couldn't see, and the little they were saying wasn't helpful, she would have to save that question for later. Back to the first one then. Who would want to kidnap so many people?
Kodiac. The word popped into her mind almost of it's own accord. She knew very little about them, enough to know they were people she never wanted to cross. Kidnapping a large number of people seemed like something they would do. Chase would know for sure, although he was probably far away. As in, above ground. It was a possible answer. She sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. But at least she wasn't shaking anymore.
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Post by Iƪƪia on Jun 25, 2010 11:44:26 GMT -6
Her breathing heavy, Ailyth stared down at the floor in front of her. Well, more like she stared at the darkness obscuring the floor. She didn't like the dark. She couldn't see well at all, and that scared her. She could hear people moving around her, but she couldn't tell who or what they were. She couldn't even make a last-ditch effort and run while she was chained up like this.
No... She didn't like to be chained down. It was like she was in a cage. She was captured and thrown in a cage. That thought scared her more than anything ever had before.
Blinking back the tears that welled up in her eyes, she tried once again to get free, first trying to slip her hands out of the shackles, then trying to change forms and escape that way. It was painful when she tried to change. Like she was trying to rip her skin off, but the shackles held it securely in place. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out in pain as she tried to change again and again before she finally grew too tired to try anymore.
Leaning against the wall, gasping for breath, she tried to figure out why she was here. What had she done? What had she ever done? She wasn't a bad person, so why did bad things keep happening to her? That thought didn't fit into her mindset at all. Bad people got punished and good people got rewarded. That was how it was, right? At least... That was how it was supposed to be. So why the hell was she here?! What kind of person would do something like this?
"... Bastards," She muttered, her voice was shaky at first, but it grew steadier as she began to scream every curse word she knew.
When she was finished, she leaned her head against the wall again and closed her eyes. She didn't want to think anymore; she just wanted to lay there and wait for it all to end. For once in her life, she was tired of fighting.
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Post by ωΘĿƒ on Jun 25, 2010 22:52:06 GMT -6
The darkness sure was thick. Not like one of those nightly "the sun falls and then there's no light" darknesses. It was kinda unnatural, like several layers of concrete and several more layers of ground were protecting this place from ever seeing the refreshing rays of daylight.
Yup. White loved concrete. So useful for all your underground dungeon needs. Back in the day, there was no such thing as "underground" unless you got buried, and honestly that just got uncomfortable - being shoved into a little box like that. So cramped you could basically hear the guy next to you rotting; and during the Black Plague mass graves weren't all that uncommon either. Now that was appealing...
The heavy metal door swung open, revealing nothing along the lines of that "light from above" stuff. Nope, White did not believe in lighting. He could see just fine right now.
Taking the stairs one at a time, kinda slowly even for him, he could barely even hear the sound of the kids breathing above the scratch of his own shoes.
Would have been more quiet, but he wasn't paying all that much attention to that right now. More focused on the dimwit next to him smacking his face into the wall. White yanked the kid by his collar, steering him away from the wall and down the stairs. In return, the kid gave him a snarling kinda hiss. Real scary. White just let out a breath of air - very unusual for him to do in this stink. He usually didn't breathe down here, for obvious reasons.
"Look, I don't care what the 'deal' was ya little monster. I get a cut. Which, by the way, was what I was promised. You want I should get the boss of your little operation in on this?"
"Oh, go ahead. Cry to daddy. Or is Crane your daddy? I forgot... You sure seem friendly with him all of a sudden..."
Little demon. White hated the guy, but hey, he had to work with him. You took whatever kind of action you got around here, even if it involved dealing with a double-crossing liar like Coyle.
"Yeah and you work for the guy. Can't we move past our differences and, ya know, agree?"
"You want me to agree with a leech like you?"
White yanked Coyle in the direction of the holding cells. He could just strap the kid down and do some work on him... He had the time, and this place wasn't just a dungeon. It had some fancy toys to play with too... Might teach the rest of the kids here not to mess with him to hear the little freak screeching from the next room over... But hell, that would be too easy. Coyle had those freaky little powers of his. Slipped out of most of White's restraints, and the drugs weren't gonna work if Coyle could read him ahead of time. White's jaw clenched.
"Yeah. I do. And for once would ya cut the bullcrap and talk to me straight? I get some of them. That was our deal. Without me, where are you gonna put them, hmmm? Gonna stick em in the castle? With Crane? With his little pets watching?"
Coyle was quiet for a second. White saw him make a nasty face and stick his tongue out at him.
"I can see you, ya freak..." White chuckled. "And that's real mature right there."
"Shut up, grandpa!" Coyle's voice was a maliciously low hiss. "And shouldn't we be keeping quiet? No need to let Crane's brats in on who we are. Why not some good old fashioned telepathy for a change?"
White came to a halt, causing Coyle to nearly trip over himself. The old vampire instead reared Coyle back up by the collar, looking him in the eyes. He did not look back, but he did growl slightly.
"Looky here," White said, very clearly in case the critter couldn't hear him too well. "I don't give a damn who finds out about my part in this. And you? you kidnapped half of them in broad daylight. They're gonna know who you are. So this whole covert thing? Nah. Don't even try. But Coyle..."
White pulled the beast in closer, which caused Coyle to cock his head curiously, listening.
"If this is just a ploy to get inside my head and play yer mind games..."
Coyle didn't let him finish. He pulled away, hands up, with a vicious smirk purely put up for White's sake.
"Hey now... Who said anything about that?"
White mimicked the smile, perfectly. "Yeah. Right."
He then continued to drag Coyle through the labyrinth of obstacles to where the kids were being held. Lots of obstacles too. Coyle kept bumping into them, and White really wasn't in the mood to humor the damnable critter today.
"Why doncha use those fancy tentacles of yours and see for yourself?" He finally mentioned.
"They'll see me!" Coyle snapped. White raked a hand through his hair.
He wasn't getting payed enough for this... In fact, once they stopped in front of the kids, White had no choice but to light up. He was gonna go crazy if he didn't have a smoke. Stopping Coyle, he faced him in the general right direction and took out a match and cigarette. There was a flash - a small moment of pure, white light - and then it dulled down to a single red cinder. White took a nice long draw, ignoring the stench of mold if only to taste the cigarette properly.
There. Much better.
"Are we there yet?" Coyle whined.
"Take a wild guess, " White said, looking leisurely over each of the kids. Well they looked happy...
"Don't test me, White." Coyle said. "I could kill you where you stand."
"Dead already," White grunted, all but ignoring him "but yer welcome to try. Aim for the head. I hate regenerating my ribcage. Old bones pop when they bend back into place."
Coyle grimaced in the darkness. White took another draw.
"Right. Whatever. You can have them. I don't care. But! I get the rest! Do you hear me? I want this room for a while. A really, really long while."
"Yer so sweet," White let the honey-flavored smoke out of his lungs. "I get... three."
"Three?!!? We agreed on one!"
"Yeah," White took another draw, "then you started talking. I get three now. And don't go using your cutesy words to hassle me outta it. Three."
White could tell he'd won. Coyle was just delaying to save face now. He stalled for about a minute - real long time for him to be doing any one thing - then he nodded.
"Three. Don't kill them, else Crane'll be ****ed."
"Don't worry about it." White said, then with a snap, he ushered in two large black patches in the already inky blackness. Red and Blue.
"Take three. Leave the cuffs on, then follow me." White said. The huge, glowing-eyed dogs obeyed without much hassle, rounding up three of the kids by strangely being able to unhook the chains from the wall. Vampiric dogs. What could you say?
Now let's see... Who were they again? Ah, right. Ayame, Landon, and Belle. They would work just fine.
"Have fun with uncle Coyle, kids," White mumbled to the reat of them, already leaving. "And if he bumps into you I'd scratch and bite real hard. The thing's blind down here."
White chuckled as Coyle began to curse things in random, unnameable languages. Then, unsealing the door to leave, he quickly exited and resealed everyone inside.
Right... Now for a few small tests...
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Erzbet Bathry
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Post by Erzbet Bathry on Jun 26, 2010 8:47:59 GMT -6
There were new voices. Right away it was obvious that they weren't captives. She recognized the voice of the boy who kidnapped her in the candy store. A growl slid through her teeth. She tried to drop her human skin and yelped quietly in pain.
Erzbet smelled something not...right walking by her. Her nose wrinkled as she shrunk against the wall. They smelled dead, yet they were walking. "What kind of hell hole is this?" She muttered to herself.
"And if he bumps into you I'd scratch and bite real hard. The thing's blind down here." Scratch and bite? She couldn't even touch him before! This was who she was stuck with? He was speaking in languages that sounded like curses and gibberish at the same time. She didn't know who had it worse, the 3 that were going with the new guy or those who were staying back.
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Post by RuetheDay on Jun 26, 2010 15:20:42 GMT -6
The new voices that entered the room made Rue go dead silence, inevitably they were the ones who took everyone captive... and even as Rue wanted to probe them and continue to ask the same, dumb captive questions. She was getting over it. Still overcome with the fear of isolation though, this was no good. She listened closely, the name Coyle was brought up several times. It was familiar. Another student?
Rue couldn't think of how she'd gotten here... like it mattered. What mattered was how she would get out. It was obvious judging by her senses, the presences that bordered the room were unable to drop their skins. Otherwise, this layer of fear wouldn't be hanging in the air... and their wouldn't be as many anguished screams. Pfft. Amateurs. When the person next to you tries it about a million times and fails... Do you honestly think you can do any better?
In this situation, the more everyone struggles, the more tired out they'll be and then when they do have an opening to escape, they'll be so exhausted, they won't notice it... Rue knew this. Having such a short stamina it was quite the important detail as well.
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Darkness; that's all Lucifer could see. Being of the ranks of vermin, as a Uguiknarpak, or rather an overgrown rat... This was nothing really new. However, binds. No. Simply not. Small spaces, alright. Binds, no. As Lucifer's gained conscious, he shook his head and yawned, calmly, sorting everything out in his mind. Where was he? Somewhere dark, where everyone is panicking and binded? Um... Torture chamber... Dungeon? That's still debatable but his assumptions seemed to be backed up by the shackles and the concrete... Lovely. Just where I wanted to be. He thought in annoyance, his annoyance distracting him from the fear. Either way this is no good.
Lucifer relaxed and try to shed his skin but every time it ended both in vain and in a sharp pain all over. It wasn't worth it, so he sat still and listened. Just hoping, there would eventually be some true sign as to what's going on.
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Post by reynard on Jul 5, 2010 20:14:49 GMT -6
Reynard had stopped struggling with his chains and was now trying to listen to everyone around him. Everyone had started waking up and were all yelling and trying to figure out what had happened. He tried to stay calm as things went through a sudden twist as two men who were apparently their captors entered. From what he heard Reynard got the feeling that the two men didn't particularly like each other.
The problem was they were now taking away several of the captives. That couldn't mean anything good. Luckily Reynard wasn't one of the people taken. Now the question was would the men come back for more people in a little bit or were the captives taken the only ones they needed.
Reynard decided that it didn't matter. For now the captives would need to calm themselves down enough to try to plan an escape. He yelled as loud as he could so as to drown out the other voices. "Everyone shut up! Freaking out won't help us at all. We need to try to think of some way to get us all out of here. Does anyone have anything at all that could be useful?" He leaned back into the wall waiting for someone to answer him.
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Post by Erzbet Bathry on Jul 5, 2010 22:37:22 GMT -6
"Everyone shut up!" While she knew it was rude, Erzbet was relieved someone was brave enough to take charge. When he asked for something useful, her first thought was to tell them about Kodiac. She quickly retracted the idea. If it wasn't Kodiac that kidnapped them and she told, she could end up part of it herself. Besides, she wasn't sure it would do them much good. Yet, despit all these thoughts, she found herself calling out.
"I...I might know who took us." Then she thought about what she said and the possible hysteria could produce. She added quickly. "At least...I know of a group who kidnap people. But I don't know if I'm right." She knew they were going to ask her who, even with the disclaimers. She wasn't sure she wanted to answer them. Why did you have to open your mouth? She asked herself, annoyed. She hated being the center of attention. Even when she knew people couldn't see her, it was going to be awkward.
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Post by Anzeh on Jul 6, 2010 10:38:38 GMT -6
Jericho Mist
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center] Jericho was still against the floor. When he heard the alien sound he tried to block out everyone's noisy whimpering and focus on the sound. It took some time, but he finally managed to hear only them. Everything else was just a rather annoying thrumming noise in the background. All he cared about was the voices. He didn't give a **** when it came to all the other kids in this place, it wasn't as though he knew anything the voices were familiar though.
He was no stranger to Colleger Town, and definitely not to the Cabaret, so he recognized White's voice right away. The other voice he was not familiar with, but it didn't matter, really. He at least know where they were. They were underground, somewhere in Colleger town he was willing to bet. But there were no familiar sounds or smells to give him the hint.
Eventually he realized how stupid it was to try and figure out where they were. They were underground and bound to the floor. That was all that mattered. After moving around a little, an odd noise came to his ear when he tapped the floor. It wasn't stone like he'd originally thought. It was concrete.
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Post by Elle on Jul 12, 2010 19:04:18 GMT -6
Sam still had her eyes closed as she desperately tried to maintain her composure. She wasn't about to let herself start freaking out. If she was going to get out of here, she needed a level head. She needed to sit there quietly, ignore the other frightened voices all around her and just think. She wasn't about to get out of here through brute force, so her mind was the only weapon she had right now.
Then she heard different voices. She opened her eyes, though that didn't do a world of good and listened to them. She was waiting to hear his voice, the voice of the man who had kidnapped her, but she didn't hear it. The two voices she did here, however, she didn't recognize. Or, more like she wasn't familiar with them. She'd probably heard or seen them somewhere before, but she didn't remember them. That meant that she needed to pay more attention in the future in case something like this happened to her again. It was always good to be prepared.
Once the two new voices stopped, everyone else started up again. Rolling her eyes, she once again leaned back, sighing and closing her eyes. Unless someone was saying "I know a way out of here" she didn't care to hear it.
"Neither of them are in charge," She spoke loudly, "They're just puppets."
Perhaps, insulting one's captors wasn't the smartest thing to do, and yet what else could they do to punish her? If she had to choose, she'd rather be dead than be forced to live in a cage.
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