"O-oh, no, I have no idea. I was hoping you would know, but it
seems like you don't.. but! It's not your fault, it's all ok!" 631
replied quickly. "And I don't have any memories either, except for
all of the simple things! I also have a name on my wrist! It's
631!" He knew he sort of sounded awkward, but he reassured himself
that it was just because of the fact this is the first person he's
met so far. He sort of just sat there, thinking of a way to
introduce himself more formally.
"Uh, is it ok if..." He began in a whisper. "Is it ok if I just
call you 649?"
"Yeahh, this place is just pretty weird and spooky, ya know? Seems
like an abandoned hotel or something.." 649 replied. "There's
probably other people here, I heard some yells, we should try to
find them. Yeah you can call me that, mind if I call you 631?" He
asked. 649 shivered a bit and rubbed his wrist.
"If it was an abandoned hotel, perhaps that would explain the
numbers? Oh, and yes, we should try to find other people!" 631
responded. "The only question is if we should go forwards or
backwards with the room numbers." He slowly got up, nearly falling
over in the process because of his shaky posture. "I don't mind if
you call me 631! I think the number system isn't that hard to go
by."
Voice cracking, shaking hard, she finally gave in as her screams
turned to sobs. And so she stayed, punching the wall until her
knuckles where a bloody mess and face streaked with tears. Mixtures
of yells and cries tore from her throat as she continued to take
out her emotions on the poorly holding wall.
A loud crack sounded, and her wrist,, numberless, was stuck in the
rotting wood. Trying to pull away, only succeeding in shredding her
arms, she sat down, helpless, as the splinters dug into her skin,
staining her clothing with blood and tears as it ran down her arm,
and to the floor.
"Hm.. I guess backwards? There cant be more than 1000 doors or
rooms here.." 649 replied. He slowly stood up and looked down both
ends of the hall, each side being endless and dimly lit. "Nice to
meet ya, 631," 649 said with a smile. "So.. off we go to find the
others I guess."
242 shifted in her sleep, before waking up. Her eyes fluttered
open, and she sat up. Bad idea. A sharp pain echoed throughout her
skull, making her whimper loudly. She came to a sudden realization.
She didn't know who she was, where she was, or anything. Her eyes
widened and she felt tears spring up. She looked at her wrists, and
found numbers. 242 "Maybe this is... my na-name?" She said.
Her voice was hoarse and broken, and she could barely make up spit.
She winced, and began sobbing into her palms, each heave of her
shoulders sending another ripple of pain into her head.
She knew if she didn't pull her arm out, no one else would. So,
biting her lip, she began to pull. And oh it hurt. Trying
not to scream, she began to pull, the splintering edges of the wood
slicing through her skin leaving bloody traces of what used to be
her wrist. Finally, she gave a final pull and ripped her crimson
soaked limb out of the wall, and gave a final wail before sucking
it up and trying to ignore the burning pain searing through her
appendage.
Drops of blood marked her path as she trailed down the hallway,
slowly trecking along until she found a hole in the floor where the
rotting wood and cement had caved in. What if i just... she
thought, before sticking her foot in to see if anything happened,
and then, majestically like the clutz she is, she fell through,
slamming onto the floor with a loud thud, Knocking herself out.
((what level should she have landed on,, like what room numbers b
around her n' stuff))
242 heard a crash, and jumped up, ignoring the piercing pain in her
brain. She ran out of her room, and saw a bloody girl on the
ground, and she scooped her up. It was a bit hard, considering how
weak the girl was, and went back to her room. There was a bed, and
242 laid the girl down lightly, taking the sheet and wrapping it
around her arm. She sat next to the bed on the ground, letting out
a light sigh.
913 was groaning softly, it was easily evident that she was in
pain, even whilst asleep her expression was contorted into one of
that in a tremendous ammount of agony. Bloodying the area around
her, the black haired teenager was slowly loosing color as her dark
skin started to pale.
((sorry for the short post, but there's not much to say about being
unconcious.))
While he was looking at number 689, that was placed over his doors,
he heard screaming from different directions. He looked around and
decided to go in one direction before he was scared of loud noise,
that sounded like someone fell or something. He was so scared that
he decided to run in different direction. 'What just happened?
Was it someone who could help me? Or some monster?'
It took his pretty long to calm down but when he did he managed to
see other numbers on or over doors. They were going down. He
questioned himself for information about himself but he could find
nothing, no name, no family, no friends... he didn't know
anything.
He has been walking around for sometime when he saw two other
people. At first he was confused, but he still went in their
direction. He wanted answers and they could, maybe, provide them.
He tapped both, red haired and white haried, people on shoulder,
speaking up. ''Excuse me, but do you know where we are?'' He was
polite and had smile like pasted on his face.
He looked nodded shortly before shrugging shoulders.
"I'll call you thirteen." He answered. The situation seemed more
calm now when he had meet with someone. If there were more people
here, they should probably search for them, to check if they're ok,
or just simply know something about this place.
"I'll come with you." Five nodded again before scratching his cheek
a little. He didn't want to be left alone again, even if he just
met Thirteen. He had sort of hoped she would've asked him to
follow. But what direction should they go? And how many rooms where
there? Maybe they should just keep walking "upwards" by the
numbers?
(I'm thinking that one floor can have 200 rooms or so. I'm also
going to create a new character that have been living in the
hospital a while so they can clear up some stuff together.)
Thirteen heard what he said and he nodded a bit. "All right, I'm
glad we will be going together, Five," he said with a soft smile.
"So, I came out of room thirteen. I think you probably came out of
room five and going further down that way would take us to room
one, but there do not seem to be any doors or windows to the
outside. Anyway, I don't hear much sound from that way so we should
go back the way I came." He took Five's hand and started walking in
the direction he had come. He grabbed his hand for the reason that
it was slightly dark and he did not want to lose Five. He didn't
want to be alone again.
He then noticed his clothes had pockets and he found a small note
pad in it. He stopped under some of the dim light and opened it.
There was writing inside. Was this his hand writing? It seemed to
be a story on disappearances. He tilted his head a little. There
was no name of who wrote it so it confused him a little. Why did he
have this?
(Oh, cool. :) Playing multiple characters is always fun. ^^ )
649 felt a tap and heard a voice. As he looked over, he saw a
short, pink-haired boy next to them. "Hello hello. Nope, not
really. We just woke up in a room with no memories and a number on
our wrist. We might be thinkin' we're in an abandoned hotel.. but I
dunno. Do you have a number?" 649 asked, showing the boy his wrist.
"You can call me 649," he said.
(Alrighto!)
He slowly opened his eyes. He looked around the decrepit room in
which he was sleeping in. He sat up on the hard cot that was in the
room. "Damn it, still here," he said. He ran his fingers over the
number on his wrist, 568. He got up from the cot, his back was
rather sore. He had multiple bruises on him. "Stupid doctors," he
said softly as he went to the door. He opened it and looked down
the long hall. There did not appear to be any of the staff around
here. He was sure there were probably new... patients, or rather
experiments.
"Okay, so now what? There really is no way out of here and it's
clearly not a nightmare. But how to get out of here. The doctors do
not live here. They have to be leaving somehow. But with no doors
or windows to the outside... There has to be a way...," he spoke
softly to himself. His long hair was a peach pink color. His eyes
were a color that was abnormal in humans. This was due to what he
endured here. The only clue of his past life was the key on a chain
around his neck. 568 knew he had to get out, but also knew he
looked and sounded like a girl though he knew he was a boy.
She sat up, fast, and gasped for air, cringing at the pain
rocketing through her spine and arm, holding back a cry of pain.
She noticed the other girl and glanced over, trying to replace her
grimace with a friendly smile. "Oh-Hello, sorry for
the...blood......" 913 managed to choke out, before groaning and
shutting her eyes,, forced to lay back down by the migrane
sprouting in her head. "S-Sorry.."
((oh yeah and @MimeJr,, can i make another chara. ? I had a good
idea for one and it might help lenghten my posts))
"It's fine, don't worry... It's fine..." 242 said, smiling at the
girl. She sighed again, before standing and waking to the door. She
looked out the door, glancing both ways. She was hoping to find a
person, though it was unlikely she would. Finding no one, she
exhaled deeply, sluggishly walking to the bedside and sitting down
once more. She tilted her head back, releasing a groan as she
looked to the blank, dirty ceiling.
568 took a series of halls and made sure to stay away from where he
knew the staff roamed mostly. He looked at the room numbers. "Looks
like I made it to the two hundreds," he said as he walked, but then
he found a hole in the ceiling. Where had that come from. It wasn't
there last time he checked. There seemed to be blood too. He looked
around for a moment. He walked along. He looked around for a
moment. He saw room 242. The door seemed slightly ajar, which was
strange for normal rooms. All the rooms without occupants were
locked. He pulled the door slightly, seeing two girls inside. One
was laying down, the other was sitting. He saw the blood. Something
good about the experiments he had been through was that he could
see better in dim light. "Do you two need any help? I notice that
one of you is bleeding pretty badly," he said.
689 looked up at person speaking to him. 'Are they boy or a
girl?' He was confused and when they asked for number, he was
even more confused. He looked at his wrist, only to see it covered
with fingerless glove, so he started rolling up his sleeve. He soon
became unpatient and hurried up until his sleeve was over his
elbow. ''Finally.'' He muttered.
When 689 took off his glove he was presented with same number as
the one over his door. He showed it to 649. ''I guess you can call
me 689. I don't remember my name so...'' He trailed off. It didn't
take him long to get back to his happy self. ''So are you boy or
girl? I can't really tell.'' He asked questin, that seemed like out
of the blue.
913 glanced at 242 before trying to sit up slowly again, and choked
out; "Yeah, some help would be nice...eh..i'm 913.." she held up
her wrist before continuing, "and uh..that's....?" Hoping that 242,
whose name she still didn't know, would finish her setence, she lay
back down to try and ease the pain rocketing throughout her body.
242 looked down at her wrist, and felt a twinge of sadness. "242.
I'm 242. Thank you." She replied sharply, yet she tried to make her
voice a bit soft. It still came out fast, but her voice sounded
more sad than angry. 'Just hope they won't notice.' She
thought, before smiling up at the person whom hadn't spoken of
their name. She rubbed her temples lightly, sighing. She glanced at
913, slightly worried for her friend's health. 'Friend? You
barely know her! Idiot...' She scolded herself, shaking her
head lightly. She still had a light headache, but she didn't want
to hurt herself.