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 Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 6:30 pm
He frowned a lot, he didn't want to be the front lines. That was clearly going to get him killed. Maybe he should trade the dagger off on someone? No then he wouldn't have a weapon.
"I guess we could go looking for some weapons around this place? It's gota be some kinda crazy cult. I woke up in a room filled with crazy drawings and notes that looked like the little glowing scribbles on the dagger. Something about runes and stuff."
Roland looked around the hall at everyone frowning sadly.
They where doomed.
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 6:34 pm
Chel woke to the sound of many people talking. Normally she was an incredibly heavy sleeper, but tonight? Nope.
Except she couldn't remember why she was sleeping.
She couldn't remember anything.
But gosh dang did she like the color pink.
"What's goin' on dudes?" Anyone? Bueller?
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Ami didn't like this.
She didn't know what was going on. She knew she liked reading, apparent from the book in her hand. There was a man named Lex- though what his position was, she couldn't discern. Someone named Junpei. Apparently they were all very brattish and annoying. She thought she didn't like them very much.
One thing she did know was that her name either was, or ended in Raine. It was on her laboratory ID card. Also- was she a scientist? Of what kind? What sort of lab was it?
Too many questions were analyzing rapidly through her head. So she instead decided to hang away from the crowd and figure it out.
She only wished she could recognize someone. Then someone came in, shouting that they were God. Ami somehow had a hard time believing it, but went along with it. "Ah ... sir, I believe my 'god name' is Raine." It didn't feel right on her tongue, but there it was anyways.
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 6:35 pm
Somewhere in the havoc, a small blond-green haired female entered the side of the fray. She had her white coat loosely placed over her shoulders, like a cape or blanket as she wore a simple top and skirt underneath.
She frowned, flipping through the pages of a little notebook, with a mini pen and pencil attachment, on her person. It said nothing much about where this was or what she had been doing, the only thing in it was her name and a mysterious other name. But for now, she tried to write down the glimpses of conversation around her while hugging her knees in the corner.
"I think this is a new notebook."
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 6:43 pm
Rin immediately went digging in drawers for clean clothes and rather quickly found that she had quite a lot... "Uhhhh.... come here." She pointed at a bunch of clean bras and ladies underwear in a drawer, "Are we sure this is your room?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 6:49 pm
He woke, bleary grey eyes blinking rapidly to filter out the sudden, harsh light that greeted him. Bones creaked and sighed with groaning muscles as he rotated his shoulders, rolled his neck, used a palm to brace himself against the cold floor and push the massive body off the floor. A lazy yawn rumbled from his lion's maw of a mouth, a hand shaking out his mane. "Good God...I slept like a rock."
He looked at the faced around him, and realized he didn't recognize a single one. In fact, he didn't recognize the place either, or the clothes he was wearing, or the weird little ring on his finger. Was he married? Who would he marry? Who...
Who was he? Scrunching up his face and digging through his pockets, he found a smooth leather wallet with an I.D. His name was Alexei - what the ********? Evan, his middle name, worked much better. He'd be called Evan.
Scanning the faces (bodies) of the people (women) around him, Evan's eyes lit up at the first pretty lady he saw. Approaching with a subtle swagger in his step, he took up her hand and gave her a nearly predatory grin "So if this is Valhalla, or Heaven, or wherever 'God' said, you must be an angel."
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 6:50 pm
The blonde had woken to..uh...
...She wasn't sure what was going on. She had been in bed with a large black man, and she hadn't been wearing pants. A quick check had told her she had everything else on. Good...right? Yes. She would go with good. Whyyyy was she in this man's bed? Or..was it her bed? Why were they in bed together. Who was this man and why was he holding her so close? The blonde had laid there unmoving for a good fifteen minutes while trying to figure out what to do. Was he a heavy sleeper? A light sleeper? Could she uh..get out from..?
She reached out to grasp the bed's edge. He didn't move. Okay. Cool. Slowly the girl pulled herself closer to the edge, doing her best to avoid disturbing the man. It took another painstaking five minutes to get out of the bed and sloooowly roll onto the floor. He was still asleep. Good.
Quickly, and quietly, she got up and started searching the room. There was a pair of jeans on the floor that looked like they would fit her. They did. Good. She pat herself down. Pockets were empty..
Uhhhhh..
She tried the desk. Nnnope.
Oh! There were two cell phones on the bedside table! Keeping to her tiptoes, the girl snuck back over to the bed and picked them both up. One of them had a picture of..
...Herself. Okay.
The other had a picture of herself and the guy in the bed. Well. Okay. So they were a thing. Why couldn't she remember that? Frowning, the girl looked from one phone to the other. Was she a vain person? Would she put a picture of just herself on her phone? Maybe she was forgetful and put the picture there so she would remember it was her phone. Considering she couldn't figure out who she was it kind of made sense. The other phone had a picture of the guy..maybe that meant it was his phone.
The logic was sound.
She pocketed the phone and gently set the other one down on the bedside table, tiptoeing out of the room and escaping as quietly out into the hall as she could.
Now to figure out what the crap was going on.
((Wandering the dorms idk who is where))
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 6:54 pm
Thin shoulders rose in a shrug. "I dunno," she admitted lamely, looking vaguely panicked at the entire situation. Had someone mentioned zombies?! "Um, I picked these shorts up off the floor, and the ID was in them. So I guess that makes them mine.." She frowned, thoughtfully, scratching at her cheek. "Which would make the room I woke up in mine, more then likely?" She didn't sound entirely sure. "I don't remember which room that was." Looking back at the blonde kid, she tilted her head, staring up at his face. "Do you think we've met before, maybe? But just don't remember it?" She was beginning to think that she'd probably met a lot of the people in the room with them, considering the close living arrangements.
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 6:57 pm
Checking the bookshelf, he stopped when she was called over and walked over to see - "Oh. Well...." Now he was back to being confused. "Maybe I just come over to sleep with you?" It was rather mixed through. He checked his hands to make sure. "No ring. We could just be sleeping around. I don't see any pictures of us or kids calling for us from anywhere." In fact, seeing as this was a small bedroom, it didn't seem like it was made for more than one person. "Bed is a bit small too if you look at it. I think if we were serious, we'd have a bigger one." He looked around. "A bigger apartment too."
Then that went back to the original question. "So is there more of your stuff or more of my stuff? I just see your underwear here and not much else." The bed wasn't pink or frilly in any way, there were no pictures in bedazzled frames, and he didn't see girly magazines around. In fact, the room was rather devoid of personal items. "There are no pictures here either."
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 6:58 pm
... Sin awoke with a start, having fallen upside down from his bed. The crash landing to the ground was definitely not a good thing to wake up to. "What the hell..?" He scratched his head. How did he even get here? Why didn't he remember anything? Had he gotten so drunk that his brain had become impaired? Or had the fall done it to him? .. s**t. This wasn't good. He was sure to get a yelling or scolding for his rash actions.
The voices outside drew him out of thought. "Outside sounds pretty noisy too.." Maybe it would be good to regroup with them. "I guess it wouldn't hurt." He muttered to himself, pulling his body into an upright position. Without caring much about his dress (because really, he was just in a pair of jeans) or the delicate eyes of innocent maidens, he stepped out into the hallway and common dorms. Part of him had the sense to drag his hunter coat in one hand but he didn't yet put it on. Looking upon the mass confusion of people, he could draw one conclusion.
"No one knows what the heck is going on, do they?"
Inside his jeans pocket was his cell phone along with his ID. But that didn't really help him explain anything.
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 7:00 pm
By her logic the room he woke up in was his too. It certainly looked lived in. Maybe he wasn't kidnapped like he thought. This place was huge, and nobody seemed to remember who they were. He looked at the girl curiously, rubbing his neck and shrugging innocently. "Hell if I know," He drawled, "I just wish I remembered somethin'."He huffed, looking around, "This place is weird and creepy. The room I woke up in had a s**t ton of clothes and pillows and some kickass drum set, but everything else looks almost sterile.. yanno like hospitals do."
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 7:00 pm
"Maybe we should snoop?" Rin suggested with a giddy gleam in her eye. Nothing like being nosy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 7:07 pm
"So maybe?" She wasn't sure why, but the idea that she had met him and knew him, even if she didn't remember it, was a comforting one. Dainty fingers curling, she took another step closer to him, staring around the both of them and the rest of the gathered crowd. Who else had she met, but didn't realize?
Comment on the environment jerked hr head back around and she mouthed a distressed'I know, right?' before leaning closer so he would hear when she spoke in a quieter tone. "It's like institutionally clean, man." A pale brow twitched upward meaningfully.
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 7:09 pm
He certainly looked as confused as she felt. Which did very little to make her feel better about anything. She didn't want to go tossing accusations or making assumptions or... She didn't even know. She didn't seem to know much of anything. Nor did he. He didn't even know who he was? Wait. Did she-- No. She didn't know who she was, either. That couldn't be right. She had to know who she was. She was-- drawing a blank. The shock of that realization was the only thing that stopped her from stopping him from leaving. She just kind of stared at the door after he left. "Wait," she said, too little too late. Ok. Now was not the time to panic. This was happening, or she was dreaming. Either way, panicking would lead to nothing. Climbing to her feel, the girl took a quick look around the room. Jewelry, boots, the coat, the bed...papers on the desk that looked complicated and official and needed filling out. Clothes in the closet said "female" to her... were they hers? Meant for her, maybe? Nothing clicked in her mind. Nothing at all. Ok. Maybe the guy with the blue hair had the right idea. There were no answers in this room. Leaving seemed like the best course of action. Biting her lip, she glanced in the mirror on the closet door. Who was she? What was she doing here? Who had she woken up next to? Was that a tattoo on her neck? A scar? Frowning, she decided to go ahead and borrow a few things from the closet. Running round in pajamas didn't seem like the best idea. She wasn't comfortable with that. And the clothes in here all seemed to be her size....maybe.... they were meant for her? Somehow? Was this her room? Too many questions, not enough answers. When she left the room, she was wearing a simple black shirt with long sleeves, blue jean shorts, and a pair of tall boots. --- All in all...the mass of people milling around looking confused and whatnot was almost comforting. At least she wasn't the only one lost. Though answers would have been nice. Very nice. Standing aside and watching did not yield answers. Observing was not helping. People were talking about silly things, she didn't seem to have found any ID (maybe she should have looked harder for a purse or something), and she was just plain lost. This appeared to be some kind of mess and-- Her hand was suddenly in another's grasp. Someone who, surprise of surprises, she did not recognize. What was that look in his eye? Why was he smiling at her like that? And what...did that line mean? Oh, yes. That was clearly a line. She knew that much. She didn't think she'd ever heard it before, and she could not stop the blush from creeping onto her cheeks. "I...uh... Thank you?" Angel? She honestly had never had anyone say anything quite like that to her. Not that she remembered. "And you are?" She made no motion to pull her hand away. Not knowing who you were was kind of lonely, ok.
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 7:09 pm
Another girl came in to the fray - and it was very, very obvious in the fray of confused people and someone who was calling himself God of the Universe, or something to that effect, the traslation was a little off.
Turning to his little journal, he kind of worked towards a very ferverous doodle of himself being very confused with the whole situation, and then a drawing of pink hair dye, as to explain to her that her hair was an amazing colour of pink. Maybe that had to do with her name.
"Mais, bien sûr, je peux me tromper." He murmured, feeling a little frustrated that he couldn't entirely answer back to her. The book was enough, right? Flipping through it, he attempted to find something that was liken to a god name, but only came up on drawings of little blue fish.
"Poisson?" He offered, figuring it was close enough to a legitament name, for the time being.
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 7:11 pm
Otto leaned down as she began to whisper, so he could better hear her. "Ya think we might be in trouble? I mean.. maybe none of those rooms were ours... ain't no reason to rule out abduction."
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