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Hallways × A never-ending maze of bland white corridors that all look the same. Nestled somewhere in the endless twists and turns is a shafty old elevator with flickering lights and shaky doors that will take you to some of the other floors of The Facility. Then again, it may just trap you inside it. Getting lost is easy beneath the flourescent lights and winding halls, and if you aren't careful, you may never find your way out...

Abandoned Laboratories × A picture-perfect stereotype of a scientific research facility. These labs, situated adjacent to one another and labeled "LA-1 through 8", are noteably high-tech and appear to be medically-orientated, to a certain extent. Inside the high cupboards, steel drawers, cold storage units, and adjoining sheds, all sorts of scientific equipment can be found. Across some of the long, metallic countertops, empty beakers, loose wires, microscopes and other research tools can be found. The rooms are stocked with monitors, treadmills, and everything else a scientist or researcher might need to conduct any kind of experiment - no matter how sinister. Cold tables, gurneys equipped with leather straps, medical equipment and observation rooms with glass windows...just what kind of activity could have gone on in such a place? And why does it seem to be catered to something a little larger than rats...?

Holding Cells × If not for the fact that, like many other places, these rooms are devoid of everything but a simple makeshift bed and toilet, you might almost be reminded of your own room back home...that is, if you recall ever having a home. It isn't much, but for now, this room may be one of the only things you can call your own. Come here to sleep, think, or, if you find that yours is not the only occupied cell in the area, visit a "friend" in a room nearby. You notice that the outside of your door has been labeled with a specific color...

└ʃection Ḅ

Hallways × A never-ending maze of bland white corridors that all look the same. Nestled somewhere in the endless twists and turns is a shafty old elevator with flickering lights and shaky doors that will take you to some of the other floors of The Facility. Then again, it may just trap you inside it. Getting lost is easy beneath the flourescent lights and winding halls, and if you aren't careful, you may never find your way out...

Storage Facilities × Packaged drugs, unidentified items, and limited rations of freeze-dried "foods" can be found here. Like any storage room, these ones are chilly and vast, the ceilings stretching high above your head and the dirty, cold floors stretching for what seems like miles around....there are many hiding spots available. Crates upon crates are stacked high, some containing unidentifiable equipment or materials, some empty, many just waiting to be discovered...

Bathrooms × Do you have the mental strength and stability to take an ice-cold shower in one of these dank, dark stalls after everything you have been through? One can only get so clean without the luxuries of soap and shampoo, but for some, it's better than nothing. After using one of the filthy toilets lining the walls in each stall, you might decide that a chilly shower isn't such a bad thing. Just don't stub your toe on the cracked ceramics or step on one of the rogue roaches darting from place to place...

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As the world came into focus and flickered before his eyes, Fallax sat up on his bed, looking around at the bland surroundings. Before the male could move any more, he experienced a flood of fear and anxiety, Where am I? What am I doing here? This isn't my room. This isn't my house. This isn't anywhere I know. Why am I here? How'd I get here? Maybe it's a dream? Yeah... it must be. I'm just dreaming. That's right... I'll just lay back down. When I open my eyes again... I'll be home.

Fallax laid his head back down, sighing a breath of relief as his face felt his pillow. His mind drifted, but not in the direction he had hoped. Why am I not waking up? This is supposed to work right? I'm supposed to wake up any time now.

Fallax continued thinking, slowly picking up on all his senses. He could feel the pillow, the cloth rub gently against his face. He felt the mattress, bland and uncomfortable pressing against all the wrong places. He could smell the air, the air littered with dust it seemed. It was all too real, too vivid. He rolled over, trying to put himself at ease. Still nothing. Instead, he concentrated more, he felt his tongue brush against the roof of his own mouth, run along the indents between teeth, taste the saliva in his mouth. Finally, his curiosity drove him to one final test. He opened his mouth and bit down on his own tongue. Fallax retracted his tongue quickly, sitting up in a flash.

"It is real. This isn't a dream!" Fallax swept his legs over the side of the bed and stood on his feet, looking down only for a moment to check why he suddenly felt so cold. A rush of even more confusion hit him as he looked over the room, snatching up the blanket off the bed and wrapping himself with it.

He found a set of pain white clothing lying on the floor. He swiftly snatched those up as well and put them on without question. After wrapping the blanket around his shoulders, he inched over to the door and peeked out. His eyes darted back and forth, "Maybe... I should just stay here? ... No, I can't just stay here... who ever did this may be back. I don't want to find out who they are. Maybe I can find a way out... let's hope no one starts looking for me after I'm gone. Ugh... wishful thinking..."

[[Fallax : Floor 1 - Section A : Hallways/Holding Cell]]



Fal walked down the hall silently, until his ears picked up a completely unmissable scream from the opposite direction he was walking. He spun around and ran forward in the direction of the growing ruckus, s**t, that was a woman's scream. She could be in trouble! Wait, what am I gunna do? What if they're armed? I could be walking into a deathtrap!

Fal slowed in pace, but took off again at full speed, Damn it, what am I doing? Why am I still heading this way? This way obviously has trouble yet I can't stop myself from charging full force into this? Maybe whoever it is has answers? Maybe directions out? That seems logical enough, right?

Fal turned sharply as the girl finished the last of her screaming. He stood in the doorway, staring for a moment, realizing there was no one else there with her. He couldn't help but notice the horns growing out of her head, and found himself staring.

He blinked once to snap out of it, trying suddenly to find out what he could of her as fast as he could, but, in a civilized manner, "Uuuh... Greetings, my name is Fallax. You can call me Fal. What's your name, and how can I be of assistance?"

[[Fallax : Floor 1 - Section A : Hallways/Holding Cell]]



Fallax tilted his head to the side slightly, Damn, seems she doesn't know anything either. Crap... well I guess it isn't so bad. At least I'm not alone now.

"I'm sorry, I don't know anything. It seems we're both in the same situation. I don't know where we are, or how I even got here... let alone a way out... and... wait... did you say ink set? No I'm sorry, I haven't found anything like that. Then again, I've only recently woken up and started looking for an exit. Maybe we can look for it on the way. In the meantime, perhaps we can find a way out together?" Fal brushed the hair out of his face so he could get a better look at her, as well as give her a good look at his face as well. He even added a faint smile, trying to appear friendly.

[ ƒloor 1 | ȿection Ʌ | ɧolding ςell -> ɧallways ]

"A needle and thread is your best friend!"

Thelesis always had trouble recalling exactly how she woke up, but today she vividly remembered waking in a fit of coughs. Coughing up one's lungs while lying down was always painful, so she immediately bolted upwards to relieve the pressure. Finally, after a deep intake of stale air, the teen found that her throat was no longer itching and that's when she realized her surroundings.

"What the undersized sea monster..." She pushed her hand gently against the dilapidated cot, as if questioning how it held her up the entire time she was out for the count. The first thing she wanted to do was panic, but an overwhelming feeling of disgust came over her instead. How was it... that there was a toilet but no sink? Did these people have no thought of personal hygiene?!? Good grief! What if I contract some disease? What use am I to you guys now? They were going to go through all the sweat to kidnap her only to have her die of unhealthy living conditions. The logic of people baffles me sometimes."

Sighing to herself and maybe to a couple filthy rodents in hiding, Thelesis walked to the doorway and stood there for a brief second. She was definitely confused by the way these "kidnappers" conducted themselves. Leave the place filthy, have no guards and leave the door wide open.

"Oh well, what's your loss... is my gain!" Thel murmured happily to herself, finding herself skipping down the hallways. But the more Thel skipped, the more disenchanted she began to become. The walls were all the same and there seemed to be absolutely no crack in the system. All the doors led to dead end rooms and the flickering of flourescents were seriously starting to grate on her nerves.

[ ƒloor 1 | ȿection Ʌ | ɧolding ςell -> ɧallways ]

"A needle and thread is your best friend!"

"Human life form! Score!" Thelesis called out, ecstatic that she found someone in the god forsaken place. She picked up her pace and ran the down the length of the hall, shaking her head at the bad layout of the place. If she could, she'd get some interior designer 'cause the feng sui here was all out of whack. But of course, with all kidnapping scenes, her side bag was missing so she couldn't even throw up a couple pieces of colorful fabric shreds. Thel sighed, all she was left with a spool of white thread and the needle... so at least she could patch up tears... thank god. Not all hope was lost... yet.

She trotted up to the doorway, a quizzical look on her face. He looked her age but the way he was dressed made him look older and more mature. She felt oddly under dressed even among the bland walls and roaches, and twisted one of the bracelets on her wrist.

"Nice outfit, especially the choker. I'm digging the choker," Man, Thel was such a conversation starter. She mentally smacked herself upside the head and told herself to start over. "Uhm, if you're asking that question, I'm guessing you're a lost as me?"

{ S O R Y U J U }

"C'est l'amour."

As the young woman (who was rather gorgeous, there was no doubt) excitedly shouted something about 'human life' before running down the hall toward him, he put two and two together easily enough. He was right; she, too, was lost in this strange complex. He almost frowned, but kept a reassuring facade up as she neared and began to speak- the facade, however, cracked with an unexpected chuckle at her response.

"Thanks, I'm rather fond of it myself," he said with a grin, brushing a strand of blond hair behind his ears. She had some extremely deep blue eyes, and wasn't exactly lacking in the fashion department either. "Yeeep. I just woke up, actually. Sort of freaked out, to be honest, but could be worse, right? Still in one piece, after all."

Woooow, morbid. Way to break the ice. Moron.

"I'm Soryuju. Soryuju Ryutetsin. And yourself?" he asked, giving a dramatic, joking bow, as if to make things more light-hearted. And in fact, that's what he aimed to do- heavens knows they didn't need anything to bring them down when they were already in a completely unfamiliar location with no memory of how they got there.