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(( xd It certainly is quite nice to receive more than no attention for an RP. ALRIGHT! I'm just waiting for at least ONE more person to confirm their roles (out of 3), then I'll get this RP started and start going over the newly submitted profiles!))

((YES! Alright, I'm sending the finer details about the 'The Mysterious' and 'The Cautious'. Of course, you'll receive more later, but that's all you get for now. whee Sorry, nothing for 'The Pained' or 'The Sensitive' yet.))

((Remember to re-read the 'What's going on? Where am I?' post.))

((Now excuse me while I go read those newly submitted profiles...))

Patrick opened his eyes in a sudden manner, a dark scowl on his mouth. Though his eyes were open, he could see nothing in the darkness that surrounded him. He had to fight the strong urge to groan in pain as his head throbbed painfully. The cold, concrete floor felt pleasant against his warm hands as he pushed himself up with his arms. Everything is so blurry. Though he could vividly remember his life, what had happened to get him here was just a blur. All that he could remember was that scream. The mere thought of the spine-tingling sound brought the hairs on the back of his neck on end.

She must’ve been caffeine-stoned.

Codi felt sure that she was awake. Her bare shoulders were against a cool, rotted wooden floor; she nearly choked on the musty air that clogged her nose and throat. The hair on her arms prickled uncomfortably.
These senses were definitely real.
And yet, Codi saw nothing. It was almost like her eyes weren’t open at all. Testing this theory, she blinked. Certainly she hadn’t gone blind already? But there was no change to the overwhelming darkness.
Something heavy weighed down her side as she tried to sit up. Codi felt blindly on her shoulder, unable to even see her own body below her; she found the strap of her messenger bag as the culprit. Almost immediately Codi’s head flew into a fit of dizziness. Her free hand clapped loudly against the floorboards as she tried to keep from falling over.

Yup. The caffeine hadn’t worn off yet.

This must’ve been one wickedly-lucid hallucination. Codi shook her head, kneading her temples, annoyed at her stupidity. When her head cleared somewhat she searched for light in the hopes that she could adjust to the nothingness, but she found none.
Time for something Codi did best: search for a light switch.
She stood up relatively easily, paying close attention to the sensation of her bare soles touching the cold wooden planks. Codi reached out in front of her, expecting to feel her bedpost. To her disdain there was nothing there.
She remembered the layout of her room and confidently scooted forward. With her heavy messenger bag, Codi retained an odd, loping sort of walk—it was a miracle her tiny body didn’t break under the stress of carrying something so massive—and, as consequence, made a lot of noise.
It did not help when she tripped over something soft, fleshy, and totally unexpected in her path. ”OOF!” Codi yelped, tumbling to the floor. She had no idea what—or who—she came into contact with. It was much too dark for that.

Running, running, running. Michelle was running as fast as she could, and yet not getting anywhere at all. The sidewalk stretched for miles, but her surroundings were completely empty. The only things she was focusing on were the cellphone in one hand, and the building in the distance. Everything ceased to exist.

"I have to get to my interview. I have to get to my interview," she repeated over and over to herself, running at that slow pace. Frantically, she tried to lunge for the door that was just out of reach... A faint beeping sound emitted from the cellphone; she was late. Late! Her whole life was building up to this moment, and she was late!

Michelle tossed and turned on the cool floor, shaking the awful image of the flashing clock on her cellphone. The scene in front of her faded quickly into complete darkness. She groaned and sat up, putting pressure on her forehead. For a few tantalizing seconds, she just sat there, not a thought in her head or a concern on her mind, then she woke up. All aches were ignored. For a moment that seemed to go on forever, all she could think about was: I'm going to be late! At first, she was a bit disoriented, not being able to see anything, but she then regained her sense of balance and tried to locate the smallest bit of light for her eyes to use. A stream of questions ran through her mind and looped back around, again and again, with no answers available. Michelle fought them back and took a deep breath. She could tell she was in a room. A room of some size. The echoes reverberating around told her that. At least she knew that much.

Something else was off, though. Michelle got to her feet, the sound of fabric scraping on stone filling the space for an instant. But that wasn't the only noise. Other groans, other rustles, other sounds of breathing were coming from all around her. For a second, a brief daydream (or is it daymare?) of all sorts of monsters pushed out any rational thought. Her imagination filled in the darkness, and before she could react, her heart was racing with terror.

She took another deep breath and moved, a step at a time with arms outstretched, forward. All childish thoughts were banished in an instant when her fingertips brushed a familiar material: stone. A loud 'Oof' type sound caught her attention. So the monsters were people. Take that, imagination! One mystery solved, countless others produced.

"Hello?" Michelle said firmly and loudly so anyone present could hear her. She thought to add 'this isn't funny,' but her friends wouldn't go this far. They wouldn't knock her out before her interview. At least, not without some alcohol involved.

EDIT: ((Oooh, should've used the preview button. Quick, quick edit.))

Michelle averted her eyes as a sudden, if faint, light came from exactly where she was staring.

The cold floor was routine. Her soft skin against frozen ground, it was nothing Spaniard wasn't used to. But for some reason, it was not the same. Yes, many times she had slept on many different types of floor, pavement, what have you. But this time when she awoke, it wasn't to the sound of passerbys or annoying dogs in the local park. No. What woke her, was something quite different... something that caused a chill to crawl up her spine, even while she slept. It was a noise. An ear-piercing sound that even the devil himself may have frowned upon. The scream. Who? She didn't know, and where? was even more of a puzzle, for when she opened her eyes to that familar cold, her eyes saw nothing. Yet there was a scream. A scream that caused her to reach for protection, but none could be found, just the cold floor which she now sat on, awake and frightened. This had not been where she last remembered. No, last she remembered, it was warm, there was light. But this, this was some other place. Here, the floor was cold, yes, but so was everything around her, and there was no light. Her eyes played games with her, conjuring up shapes activated by the cornia in her eyes in search of light. But none came. Nothing was there, and the scream had dissappeared. Nothing could be heard, seen... only the damp cold could be felt, and it wasn't very soothing. Dead? Maybe, but how? No... not dead, for with death, there is pain, yes? The only pain she felt was another shiver crawl up her spine as she pulled her knees to her chest, carressing her longsleeve shirt against her baggy pants, her beggars cloths that kept her safe in the cold. But yet, she was still cold. And with no where to go, no where to hide, she sat, eyes glancing this way and that, but to see nothing, and so, she waited.

Steven moaned in his child-like voice as he turned over onto his back. In all actuality, he was just a child, he had only turned nine years old a short time ago. He reached one hand up to his head, still not opening his eyes. "Owy! My head hurts." he whimpered as he still layed there, eyes still closed. He then listened for the comforting voice of his uncle, about to make him feel better with Tylenol but didn't hear anything. He then realized he was laying on something cold, and hard. It felt like it had some mold on it to. Steven then curled into a ball, eyes still closed. His head seemed to be killing him, and he felt totally alone. ..Its just a nightmare... he thought to himself.

Steven then heard voices coming from around him, but he didn't reconize any of them. He thought possibly one or two sounded familiar, but wasn't sure. He then opened his eyes to see total blackness in front of him. He wasn't that happy with being in the dark, but this darkness seemed to be the darkest he had ever been in. The room was pitch black from what he saw, until he moved his head so it was facing, what he thought was, the other side of the room. He saw a small light, but nothing was iluminated by the light except for a few people sitting by it. He then stared at them for a moment, mustered up his courage and then asked, "Whats going on?" in a frightened voice.