It's bright in the room. White was all one could see, waking up suddenly in an unknown living room as the drugs eventually wore off. One could hear nothing but the loud noise of the large fan above, the white crackle of the television nearby, and potentially the groans of the others lying around them. The ground is uncomfortable, and likely, you are left stiff after having lied there for a long while. A black choker was visible around your neck, noting your imprisonment.
As you come too, you are able to see the room; a simple living room, with a couch, a television holding static, and a coffee table filled with crackers, hummus and salsa, a huge water bottle, some glasses, and a wine bottle filled with red-wine. The wallpaper around you was of a tacky floral covering, and the ground was of a dirty and visibly stained white. You are also able to see other strangers around, too. Just what was going on here?
The hallways have quite tacky paintings hung around them.
There seems to be more rooms nearby as well; the kitchen, which was a simple kitchen with no food or water, nor the sink seemed to be working. a bathroom, with a toilet, a sink, and a shower, though once again the plumbing didn't work. a room with 2 bunk beds, and a loft bed with a desk underneath: enough for 5 people. seemingly more rooms which appear to be locked as of right now.
"Welcome to the Red Theater."
the TV spoke.
"Please talk among yourselves as we prepare the programming for today's showing. We will air in just a minute."
No godmodding/twinking/powerplay, please. Please no autohits.
If you want to talk to me about plans, ideas for challenges, themes or for the RP, or anything else, please PM me!
I'll take a loose DM role for this RP.
Have fun~~
As you come too, you are able to see the room; a simple living room, with a couch, a television holding static, and a coffee table filled with crackers, hummus and salsa, a huge water bottle, some glasses, and a wine bottle filled with red-wine. The wallpaper around you was of a tacky floral covering, and the ground was of a dirty and visibly stained white. You are also able to see other strangers around, too. Just what was going on here?
The hallways have quite tacky paintings hung around them.
There seems to be more rooms nearby as well; the kitchen, which was a simple kitchen with no food or water, nor the sink seemed to be working. a bathroom, with a toilet, a sink, and a shower, though once again the plumbing didn't work. a room with 2 bunk beds, and a loft bed with a desk underneath: enough for 5 people. seemingly more rooms which appear to be locked as of right now.
"Welcome to the Red Theater."
the TV spoke.
"Please talk among yourselves as we prepare the programming for today's showing. We will air in just a minute."
No godmodding/twinking/powerplay, please. Please no autohits.
If you want to talk to me about plans, ideas for challenges, themes or for the RP, or anything else, please PM me!
I'll take a loose DM role for this RP.
Have fun~~
Hannah shook her head as she woke up seeing all the strangers around her "ow that'll teach me to drink heavily " she gets up not noticing the choker around her neck she sorta explores abit looking for an exit
Casablanca opened her eyes and groaned, feeling the ache in her back.
Where the ****...? she thought, her black eyes quickly scanning her surroundings.
She noticed other people lying on the ground, still in their first phases of waking up.
Slowly standing and stretching, she heard the announcement from the TV and furrowed her brow. The Red Theater? Casa'd never heard of such a thing. The announcement warned to stay tuned, but Casa knew better than that. She walked around, searching for a window and trying every door she could. Any handle she tried was locked.
Someone better start explaining shit pretty damn quick, she thought, her anger flaring.
Where the ****...? she thought, her black eyes quickly scanning her surroundings.
She noticed other people lying on the ground, still in their first phases of waking up.
Slowly standing and stretching, she heard the announcement from the TV and furrowed her brow. The Red Theater? Casa'd never heard of such a thing. The announcement warned to stay tuned, but Casa knew better than that. She walked around, searching for a window and trying every door she could. Any handle she tried was locked.
Someone better start explaining shit pretty damn quick, she thought, her anger flaring.
@Hannah, Casablanca
While one door leads to a bathroom, the other the "bedroom", there's also an area which leads to around a kitchen directly attached to the living room. However, all the other doors appear to be locked. As it is right now, there are no real exits, at least in the shape of a door.
There are no windows, none visible. The closet thing to a window is a painting with a shape of a window; though the "landscape" outside was a badly drawn acrylic painted with garish blue and neon green. It's hard to look at.
The TV was still on standby, as if it was waiting for the others to wake up. On it, was static, with the words occasionally passing through as if it were a tornado warning. It was ringing, quite horribly too.
"Please wait as we prepare the programming for today's showing."
While one door leads to a bathroom, the other the "bedroom", there's also an area which leads to around a kitchen directly attached to the living room. However, all the other doors appear to be locked. As it is right now, there are no real exits, at least in the shape of a door.
There are no windows, none visible. The closet thing to a window is a painting with a shape of a window; though the "landscape" outside was a badly drawn acrylic painted with garish blue and neon green. It's hard to look at.
The TV was still on standby, as if it was waiting for the others to wake up. On it, was static, with the words occasionally passing through as if it were a tornado warning. It was ringing, quite horribly too.
"Please wait as we prepare the programming for today's showing."
Miles slowly awoken the nasty floor when he got up heard the announcement then looked at the others in horror. He just sat down in a corner and feared.
A tall male with long white hair and pointed ears slowly came to, laying on his side. As his eyes slowly opened a soft red glow was cast on the floor from his solid red eyes. As soon as he realized he wasn't in his bed back at his mother's castle he bolted upright, bringing his golden furred tail into view.
"Where am I?"
"Where am I?"
Lana slowly opens her eyes, she looks at the room, she sits up and rubs the back of her head. Uh, what am I doing here?
I'm still in my dress.....So I couldn't have came here long ago
Where's my phone?
What's this black Thing on my neck? *Yanks at it*
If this is prison I want my phone call..
Ah man Ive got a bad headache*rubs Temples*
Where am I?
Who the hell are you?
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