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Hospital for souls [Not accepting]
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Hospital for souls [Not accepting]This place was really danky. The door opened into a hallway. He shut the door. Then he realized something. The room he was in was labeled the same as his wrist. "Thirteen again..." The hallway was long and rather poorly lit. "Where is this place? There are no windows anywhere," he said softly to himself. Why this headache too? He had to figure out where he was and who he was exactly. Also, this number on his wrist, what did it mean? His mind was reeling with questions. Was he the only one here?
Feeling her way to the door by using the walls, after what seemed an eternity she managed to push it open, and peered out into an apparently endless hallway. Questions reeled in her mind, but she tried to focus on only one,, was there anyone else here? and how was she supposed to find them...
His vision was blurred, and it felt like someone had shaken his head several hundereds of times due to his headache. Five sat up slowly grunting with his right hand placed on the floor to make him steady, and the left hand placed on his forehead like he was having a cold. He blinked some times to get a clear vision. In front of him was a door, a lightblue one. It looked like it had been washed in bleach several times. The wood had started to root aswell. When Five lowered his hand he noticed something black written on his wrist. He had to blink some more to be able to see what it was. The black scribble slowly took form of a number.
"F..-Five..?" Five rose his eyebrows a little. He didn't really understand. A thought hit him shortly afterwards. Where was he..? Well, in an empty room with broken wallpapers, but.. Why? And who was he? He felt like he suddenly just had been born or something, not knowing a thing except the language and the objects around him. He suddenly felt absolutely terrified. Five's eyes widened. What was he? His legs felt sore, like as if he'd been beaten up. He took some support from the wall to get on his feet slowly, looking around himself in the empty room. The door... He needed to get out of this place. It was playing with his head. Where was his memories..? He reached for the handel on the door and opened it slowly, peeking outside. A corridor. It was empty. He seemed to be alone. Five sort of sneaked out of the room, pushing his back onto the wall.
He luckily wasn't, but looking at his hand also made him glance at his wrist to find a number. He found that it was 631, and it was stuck right there. How it got there, he doesn't know, but it might mean something. Possibly his name? He would have to stick to that for now, as there were no other possibilities to what it could mean. He slowly looked away from his hand to find a door with light streaming under it. He knew never to trust doors in horror scenarios, but he didn't have a choice. He leaned on the wall as he slowly walked towards it, and when he got there, he put his hand on the handle. He took a deep breath, and opened it to find a large corridor with more light. A definite upgrade, yes, but what was he supposed to do now? Was there anyone else there? Now that his headache was less powerful, he leaned on the wall to think of what was happening.
He felt some of his hair and noticed what seemed to be stars throughout his hair. Then he noticed there was stars on his clothing too and around one of his ankle's. Did he like stars? He couldn't remember. Thirteen hated this quietness. It was so boring and he hated it. He wasn't very tall at all and he couldn't remember his age. Honestly, he couldn't remember anything before waking up here. "I wonder if I can figure out who I am," he said softly to himself. He was not sure at all if he could or if he would never remember. 'Maybe this is just some kind of crazy dream I will wake up from,' he thought to himself. The number thirteen was all he had to go on when it came to his identity.
Before leaving the wall behind himself, he took a deep breath to calm his nerves a little. Everything would clear up sooner or later, he thought to himself. Unsure about which way to go, he walked to the right. Slowly, almost sneaking. Once he had gone 10 steps from the door he noticed another one with the number "6". Perhaps was he in an old forgotten hotel, but how did he get there in that case? Leaving the door, looking in front of himself with the heart bumping in his chest, he suddenly noticed a silhouette deeper down in the corridor, walking towards him.
Five swallowed and stopped walking. He didn't dare to. He was not suppose to leave the room- he thought. But right now he was glued to the floor not knowing what to do. Questions rolled inside his head, making everything a blur. He was starring in fear at the silhouette that was getting closer. He was not alone anymore, but neither did he know if it was a good or bad thing...
Shortly after.
"Eek!!!" Five screamed like a scared rabbit while jumping. Something tiny and grey had ran past his feet. Probably a rat. He hated rats, their teeth scared him.
As he woke up, his eyesight was blurry and his body was hurting. For few moments he was laying on floor till he realised it's cold and that room seemed to be, well, not really kept, so floor must be dirty. When he decidet to get up, he jumped on his legs. Soon he realised it wasn't such smart idea and he sat down looking at his arms and legs. ''Well... I am short.'' He smiled while talking to himself.
He looked around the room once more before thinking better about himself. ''Who am I even?'' He frowned before getting up again. He walked to door with confusion showing on his face. Doors were made of rusting metal and wood that was kind of falling appart. He opened it and looked around hall he was in all of the sudden. It was long hall with flicering lights. 'I should be quiet.' He thought with his eyes wandering over to number over his doors.
He started passing doors every so often, and sometimes he'd stop to take a rest by one. He recognized these as checkpoints to rest as, even though it only took 10 steps to get to each of them. He finally stopped at a door labeled "640" that was seemingly very hard to get to. He was quite disappointed with how far he had gotten, so he just decided to stick to the yelling strategy.
"Hey!" He screamed. "Is anybody there?" No answer. Just silence.
"Hello?" Still no answer. He just decided to rest.
"Do you know what this place is?" he asked him, his heart racing, but slowly calming. "Are you the one who screamed? Is everything all right?" Looking and even listening to thirteen, one would automatically assume he was a girl. It did not help that a scarf covered his neck so it was very hard to see anything that would tell someone that he was a guy.
Next to him was another door with the number 645. There was a silhouette ahead, maybe 50 feet or so. He looked at the floor for a moment, seeing spiders crawl about. He made his way back up to his feet, and walked slowly while leaning against the wall. The silhouette was made clear as a young boy with red hair and a red sweater came in to view. "Hey!" 649 yelled at him, now at a door with the number 642 labled on it.
The third yell caught him by surprise. It was a lot closer than the others, and seemed to be only two doors away from him. He look towards the noise to find a silhouette with long hair that was presumably white. He couldn't really make it out, but he stuck with that. He thought he looked friendly enough, and this was his first shot at finding some help around.
"Hello!" He called out, more of a statement rather than a question. He hoped it wasn't some sort of killer out to get him, like in those horror movies. He was pretty sure it was a nice person.
He gasped when the silhouette got to him. It was just a girl. And she seemed as confused as himself.
"Uuh no.." Five didn't know where they were, and he didn't want to confess he was the one who screamed either. He felt a lot more calmed now though. Maybe because he knew he was not alone anymore.
"I guess I'm good, Heh." His eyes identified the person in front of him. The girl had really nice hair. It looked soft, as if one could just lay and stroke it all day long.
"...And you?" Five asked shortly, he felt disrespectful if he didn't ask back.
Did he also not have any memories or recollection of a name that was not there? He did not want to be alone here. This place was pretty creepy and it was a good feeling to have found someone.
He sat down against the wall a few feet away from 631. The boy had green eyes and a red scarf. So was his hair and sweater. 649 ran his fingers through the white hair he had, just being tired, confused, and scared. He knew everything except his past, name, and location. He managed to form a bit of a smile, now that he wasn't alone. 649 heard a few more yells and screams. He hoped there were other people.
Yup, this girl seemed to walk in the same shoes as himself. Neither of them knew where they was. When she showed him the number on her wrist he nodded.
"Five." He said and drag the sleeve up on his arm a little so she could see it. Once he got the other question, his face turned a little sad.
"No.." He murmured while shaking his head. "It feels like I just got born or something."
"Do you think you can come with me and we can try to find more people?" he asked. They had just met so he kind of understood if the other did not want to come with him. He did not want to spook him.
913,, getting restless,, stood up again, the hole "curl up" thing not really helping with getting warmer. Shivering,, she started running again,, stopping every once and awhile to check for unlocked doors. More doors. More doors. Just. More. Doors. Trying not to cry,, she ended up biting herself to muffle her whines,, which resulted in her crying out in pain due to the puncturing of her skin.
Metallic liquid staining her teeth, she continued to run,, starting to breathe heavily,, until she finally stopped, running out of energy,, at door number 729 and started to scream,, because maybe, just maybe someone could hear her ? If she screamed loud enough, maybe...