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Post by Madge Baker on May 6, 2020 1:34:57 GMT
April 19th, 22:34. One could hear distant thunderclaps of approaching storm. Raindrops already fell onto the ground and tapped on the windowsill outside the asylum. The room was dark and deadly silent, only the old closed curtains rustled from a draft of wind.
Ten girls were sitting in a line, still asleep from the gas, at the table, their hands tied up with the rope behind their backs. Their clothes are dirty, they feel exhausted, hungry, some may feel slight dizziness from the gas and some girls, who got kidnapped first are on a verge of dehydration. At the table, they see a lit up candlestick, an opened bottle of red wine with two glasses and an open box of chocolates.
Across from the table, propped against one of the walls was a slender human figure in a white mask. Their head hanging down from exhaustion as if they fell asleep like this, sitting in one of the corners of the room. In their right hand they were holding a 10-round 99mm handgun. In their left one - a closed letter. Their head was rising up and down with their shoulders, snoring peacefully in unison with the tortured prisoners until a familiar young female voice broke the silence of the room.
"Attention!" said the voice from the speaker, "Please, stand up and open the letter. Read and follow the instructions carefully or else the consequences may follow!"
1. Remember [!] that this is an event with a strict post order, so please read the rules, be patient and always wait for the mod to respond to a player's post!
2. Girls will sit in the room, tied up to the chairs. There is NO way they can escape from the chair or make it fall to the ground/hide behind the table/etc. They wake up (one by one OR at once - up to you to decide!) and see a human figure wearing a beautiful tuxedo, but their whole head is covered with a black sack and instead of a face they have a white, faceless mask put atop of the sack. This figure will aim the gun and shoot each of the girls in random order. The moment when the gun is actually going to shoot will depend on the randomly picked number (from 1 to 10).
[!] After this main post - the mod aka Zoé will describe the first actions of "the mask". Then the girl, who's decided to post first shall go after her. The girls' posts can include her reacting to the surroundings, to the other girls and so on. You don't have to describe "the mask" raising the gun and pulling the trigger. Zoe will do it for you in her reply to your post.
[!] Next in line girl can be asleep OR already awake and witness the girl before her getting shot. It's up to you, the participants, to decide!
[!] If you are not in the game, but your roommate is, you will be alone in your room until the game has ended. That means your character will be about two-three hours alone in their room before their roommate joins (they will be forcefully gassed again, so they won't escape while their passed out roommate will be brought back into the room).
3. Even though from the role-play point of view it's the executor who will pick who are they are going to shoot first, in reality, it up to YOU - the participants of this event - who are actually is making the choice and establish a post-order/pick when do you want to post. Please be kind towards each other and look for compromise when talking about it with other players!
4. After each girl will leave her post - Zoé - the host of this event - will leave a short reply describing if anything has happened to them. If Zoe did NOT reply to the previous girl, you can NOT leave another post yet.
PARTICIPANTS: - Claudie - Della - Emer - Freya - Hannah - Jessica - Katherine - Keiari - Kim - Sawyer
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Post by Fate on May 6, 2020 19:07:54 GMT
The loud sound of a distant, somewhat familiar voice awoke them from their slumber to a throbbing headache and a dry mouth. Moving their head was painful, as if they’d been resting in that position for hours, but so was the displeasing rash against their skin; instinctively reaching up to touch it, they found the front sight of a handgun pointing at their face. Just like that, they found themselves much more awake, startled to find out they were the one holding it. Above them, the voice continued.
“…open the letter. Read and follow the instructions carefully or else the consequences may follow!"
The letter… right. There was one in their second hand. Carefully lowering the gun to once again attempt to touch their face, only to find a mask covering it entirely, as well as their hair; the figure opened the letter, and slowly read the words. Their eyes darted towards the door as they did, before shakily lowering the piece of paper to the ground, and raising their head instead.
Right in front of them were lined up 10 lovely young ladies sitting on 10 kitchen chairs, only separated from them by two wooden tables. It was hard to look at them through the mask in such a dark room, but all of them had seemingly been asleep until now, though a few of them started to move and writhe, perhaps trying to undo their bindings, to no avail. There was no way out of there for them like this. They appeared weakened and drained, too, much like how the figure felt.
Still shaken by disbelief, the faceless form reached out for the weapon left on the ground with unsteady hands, before slowly making their way towards the maidens.
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Post by Keiari Saul on May 6, 2020 19:09:32 GMT
Keiari groaned, she felt absolutely horrible. Her head throbbed worse than before. Her breathing was heavy. She swallowed her own spit, realizing she also was thirsty. What happened? What knocked her out this time? The last thing she remembered was... Daniel. She was kissing Daniel and then she smelled something off, after that- blackness.
Eyes fluttered opened, slowly lifting her head that hung low. The first thing she saw was the wine and the open box of chocolates. Her eyes narrowed in tiredness and confusion. What was going on? Where was she?
Keiari suddenly tried to move and that is when she realized she was bound to a chair, waking her up more. Causing her to struggle. Eyes widened more and the struggling caused her to become even more dizzy but she was suddenly frantic, wanting to get out. But no matter how much she struggled, she just couldn't get out. Causing the girl to suddenly start looking around. That's when she noticed the others. Sawyer, Kim, and Della!! Oh god, what was going on, who was doing th-!!!
Eyes looked up and that's when she noticed them. A person on the other side of the room. Dressed in dark robes, covering their face with a mask. Her breath hitched and she immediately cowered just as a speaker came on and voice rang from it. But Keiari didn't look up. No.. she just stared at the figure and the gun...
A deer in headlights, her voice caught in her throat.
No, no, no, no this isn't happening!!!
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Post by Fate on May 6, 2020 19:20:55 GMT
The figure’s eyes landed first on a young lady of dark and dyed hair. The poor girl had been one of the earliest to wake up, and was now frantically trying to fight her way out of her tapes. Walking closer to the table, their eyes quickly drifted towards the wine and chocolates, as if trying to delay the inevitable; but soon enough, the gun was pointed to the lady’s chest, aiming directly at her heart, finger on the trigger.
《Click…》
The weapon discharged its empty chamber, no bullet coming out. There had been luck. For now.
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Post by Claudette Hautecourt on May 6, 2020 19:31:14 GMT
When she woke up her head was like in a cloud and aching. Wanting to wake up but not quite able to at will. Suddenly there was a loud noise somewhere that made her jolt up. Or as up as the restraints allowed her to. The pain in her body alerted her that her hands were tied tightly behind her back and that she had been restrained to the chair she was sitting in. Claudie looked behind her trying to get a peek at her hands. If it was duct tape like before she could maybe get free. It didn't feel like duct tape and as she struggled it began to rub against her wrists and it began to sting allot. She turned her eyes forward to the figure in a gorgeous tuxedo and wearing a white mask. Was this some guy cosplaying the phantom of the opera? People these days with their kinks. The phantom was hunched over reading a letter of some sort so Claudie took a moment to look around her, noticing that lined up next to her were other women. She counted them, there was ten of them in total. The thoughts about being kidnapped for some sick rape fantasy came back to her more vivid this time. Oh god! What if them waking up in the basement was some sort of selection preview?! She was too pretty for this! Why was this happening to her? The figure moved. He had something shiny in his hand and began moving towards them. Claudie didn't see what it was at first, but as he came closer and she caught a good look at it she couldn't help but to let out a scream. It was a gun. Oh God no, this was so much worse than a rape fantasy. He was going to kill them, her included. "No, no, no, no, no!! Please no!!" As much as she tried to back away from the person she could not make the chair move or to get away. Just awkwardly pressing against the chair. The edges of the furniture pressing painfully against her skin and her ties grinding on her even more. The figure drew closer and closer to them and then decided on their first target. Going to the girl with dark hair and highlights in her hair. At this point Claudie was starting to feel the effects of her fear. She was thinking she would never see her family and friends again, her cats neither. What would happen to her home and her business? Oh god, there was so much she had never got to do and now it was about to end. And what of this girl? She still had a life to live too. Claudie was swallowing tears at the point when the phantom man stopped and pointed the gun at the girl and pulled the trigger. Time seemed to stop during which a million thoughts went through her head. Thoughts of her not giving her cats enough pets and ending in her never having actually seen someone getting shot before. It was horrifying to think it was going to happen now. And maybe she would be saved for last so she would have to see nine people die before her. Tears began swelling up in her green eyes as she was whining and whimpering in fear. At the last second she realized she could just look away and so she did. But when the bang didn't come she dared to look again, instead of a bang there was a click. Claudie could feel her heart rate lower for a moment and the breath she realized she had been keeping in for a while release. Until the man with the gun turned and moved towards her. "NOOOO!!!! NOOOO!!!" She started to scream, fighting against her ties once more and it was seriously hurting allot. The tears streaming down her face making her mascara run. The man pointed the gun to her chest and her screams died down to whimpers once more. She dared not look him in the face at all, instead opting to look away and pinching her eyes closed awaiting the eventual shot.
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Post by Fate on May 6, 2020 19:47:24 GMT
With nothing happening this time, the figure knew quite well what they needed to do. From one girl to the next, they moved towards a beautiful blonde woman, whose persistent eyes they could have felt on them until now. She had looked away briefly, but was now staring at them with big, teary eyes, mascara running down her pale cheeks. The moment they made eye contact, she started screaming and jumping on her seat, desperate to get out, no doubt waking up more of the girls around her. Their arm was already raised, but the sight of her hopeless sobbing made them stop midway, for about seven seconds, before once again aiming at her chest, and pressing the trigger. 《Click…》
Nothing yet. Which only meant… He turned away from her, looking at a third woman.
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Post by Katherine Sallow on May 6, 2020 19:48:02 GMT
Katherine woke up with a thumping headache “Please, stand up and open the letter. Read and follow the instructions carefully or else the consequences may follow!" God where did that voice come from and why was it so loud? She tried to move but winced when she moved “Oh yeah did hurt my wrist but why can’t I move?” She regained her sight and saw her hands were tied.
She tried to speak but her throat was dry so she sounded so hoarse “What’s happening now? Where am I?” She looked up and saw a table with a lit up candlestick, an opened bottle of red wine with two glasses and an open box of chocolates then she saw a figure propped up against the wall. They were wearing a white mask and that was all she could make out but then her eyes widened. They were holding a gun. All she could do was stare at it, knowing that this wasn’t the first time she saw a gun. The figure moved to the girl next to her and aimed the gun, her eyes winded. “No, no,no!
She panicked and then looked around. “Fuck there are other girls?! What sick joke is this?!” Then her heart sank. Della and Hannah were here. “No...Hannah, Della!” She had tears in her eyes. She didn’t know how this would end. She wanted to live! She wanted to see her father so much!
She breathed in then out and closed her eyes “Hannah, Della if either of you make it out alive...for god sake make sure my father is okay. Tell him I love him so much and he can have all the money I earned from my job. Tell him I said thank you for being a caring father. I love you girls. I love you all.” That’s all she could think of now. Her father. Her kind, caring, loyal, silly father. She closed her eyes and she could hear him saying “Everything is going to be okay Katy. You’re daddy’s brave little angel. I love you.”
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Post by Fate on May 6, 2020 20:00:53 GMT
Third, they turned to a dark-skinned, dark-haired woman. She too was screaming, but rather than for herself, she seemed worried for the lives of other women around her, whose names she was now calling. That is, until she could see the faceless form getting closer. Panicked, she started to yell what seemed to be her last, desperate words, before closing her eyes, waiting for her fate.
They did not dare wait for long, but they moved forward until their body was touching the table. Reaching above it, their free hand found the girl’s shoulder and squeezed… but rather than to force her to keep steady, their touch was kind, gentle, almost as if to comfort her. Then, they shot.
《Click…》
Nothing. Their hand slowly left the girl’s shoulder, before their entire body moved away, and advanced towards the next victim.
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Post by Emer Shallow on May 6, 2020 20:26:30 GMT
Having passed out in the darkness of the basement, it was difficult to figure out what had been sleep and what had been awake. Even waking up now didn't feel real, and she couldn't tell when or how she'd woken up. She just knew she was in a dazed sort of middleway, and that she felt god awful. Any moment now she was going to puke, she just knew it. Her head was pounding, her stomach felt like it was eating itself from the inside out, and her wrists and ankles still ached from being tied with duct tape. She tried to rub them, and realized it wasn't the duct tape this time - the painful bondage had been replaced with even more painful rope.
She'd tried keeping her eyes shut to minimize the pain in her body and head, but her peace was interrupted - first by speakers and then by the rising panic of the girls next to her. Until then she hadn't even realized she had company. Slowly she opened her eyes and took in what was happening. They were panicked about something, but what? Her head felt like it was exploding, and with every new head turn her stomach churned and threatened to empty the little content it had. Still, she was starting to feel the urgency of the situation.
At last she took in the gun, as it was lifted to a blonde girl's head. Who was that? And perhaps more importantly, why are they pointing a gun at someone?! They were all tied up the same, lined up like cattle ready for butchering. Her heart started racing in her chest, pounding hard enough to break a rib, it felt, but all that came of the situation was a quiet click. She tried to release her breath, but couldn't. She couldn't even think clearly. With every breath, she could feel the bile building up in her throat.
As the stranger turned to yet another girl, Emmy tried to rationalize. This was an escape room, right? This was just a very intense scare room. Why else would this room look so cinematic with the rain pounding on the window and the romantic set-up on the table? Why else would the gun be empty? But something wasn't right, and she knew it. As much as she tried justifying, rationalizing and denying what was happening, she knew deep down this wasn't just a scare. Still, it was the only comfort she could cling to, and she wanted to believe it so bad. Whoever this masked man was, he was just scaring them. That was all. It's a theater play. Another click. Yes. A theater play. Of course no one was going to die, that would be far too surrealistic. It was just-
Her courage left her as the mask turned to face her. Rational thought left and was replaced with pure panic. She tugged against the restraints and the chair, but it was as if it had been bolted to the ground. Tears started streaming down her face as she started to realize it was her turn next. "No, no, no no no nononono, please, PLEASE, please don't, I'm- no, don't, this isn't funny, seriously, don't, I can't- please, please, I MEAN IT, STOP IT, I want out of here, okay?! I never- STOP!" Sadly, her pleading didn't seem to do much good. Her whole body was shaking with fear now, her eyes wide open, and her body no longer able to fight off the urge to throw up. Luckily, there really wasn't much at all in her stomach, and she was left with a slight outpour of pure stomach acid, and not much else, running down the top of her shirt. Even so, Emmy barely noticed, she was too caught up in the man with the gun.
It's not even a real gun, it's not, she tried to comfort herself, with very little luck.
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Post by Fate on May 6, 2020 20:36:53 GMT
Fourth attempt, fourth girl. The figure seemed to be growing somewhat restless. They wanted the entire ordeal to be over; and so, their eyes landed on the first girl they could see turning away from Katherine. A young redhead, who seemed to be switching rapidly from taking this seriously, and convincing herself it was all a joke. They supposed she would have her answer soon enough. Their arm lifting quickly towards her chest, and once again, pulled the trigger.
《Click…》
Still nothing. Which meant… the show needed to go on.
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Post by Kim Anderson on May 6, 2020 20:54:29 GMT
"Attention!" somebody said, interfering with the ginger girl's slumber. "Wha- who-" she whispered with her lips only, slowly waking up until the next moment Kim winced from the massive, overbearing headache. "Shit," Kim mumbled and wanted to reach her thumping temples, but she couldn't move her hands up. Her eyes opened wide shot and she glanced around. It was still dark as if it were midnight. She was tied up. Again. "Oh, fucking hell, what th-" panic rose in her chest, as she looked behind her back and tried to get out the ropes. After a few attempts to break her bonds, she finally rose her head back and... noticed a movement in the room. Fear was clutching at her heart, as she saw the slender figure in a white mask moving towards the table. And then she saw the gun. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Next moment they aimed the gun at Keiari and pulled the trigger. But nothing happened. This event made Kim remember to look to the sides and... Shit. She saw them both. Sawyer and Jessica were here. The blond girl started screaming, realizing what's gonna happen next as the faceless figure aimed the gun at her. They've picked their next "target" and just pressed on the trigger. Click. The girl in the red dress was safe... and the figure kept moving, observing all of them. One by one. Meanwhile, Kim tried to wiggle her arms a little bit more. "Ah, fuck!" she said as her arms hurt from the ropes cutting into her skin. No, that was useless. Then her attention was caught by more screams; this time it was that ginger girl... Emmy, right? That was her name! "Fucking hell, how many people were in this room?!" the girl thought and breathed in and out deeply. "Jessica!" she turned her head towards her friend, breathing heavily, panic was evident in both of their eyes. She wanted to tell her something, to assure that everything was going to be alright. But she couldn't. This was so messed up. She needed to do something. What kind of sick 'saw' game was this? Why are they here?! She heard another click. "Fuck," she mumbled, turning her head back to the figure. She can't just SIT here and wait for one of them to die?! "Hey, YOU!" she shouted, addressing the slender figure in the white mask. This was a dumb, DUMB move but at least she can take whoever this was attention from the rest of the girls. "Who are you?! What do you need from us?" "SPEAK TO ME!"
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Post by Fate on May 6, 2020 21:28:14 GMT
"Hey, YOU!" they turned around towards a young ginger, calling out to them. She was angrily shouting, facing them down. "Who are you?!” she screamed. “What do you need from us? SPEAK TO ME!"
This made the figure stop, as if frozen. For a long time, perhaps too long, it was as if they had decided against moving any further. Almost as if they wanted to say something to her. Before long, however, any thoughts they might have had was interrupted by the distortion of the speakers above them.
“Please don’t hesitate with your choice and proceed!”
The reminder brought them back to reality. Shaking their head slightly, they aimed the gun at the girl’s chest, pulled the trigger… not before looking away.
《Click…》
A small sound, and silence. She was safe, for now.
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Post by Della Edington on May 6, 2020 21:54:39 GMT
A loud voice pulled Della from the dark of unconsciousness, leaving her blinking and groggy and trying to process what on Earth was going on. At least it didn't feel like she had been hit on the back of the head again, which was a relief, but she remembered waking up previously in a room with other people, bound and gagged and aching all over. She remembered hurting herself a bit in the attempt to get something to free herself, being helped by Cassim, seeing many people she didn't know and a few who she did, and fumbling in the darkness, trying to be helpful where she could.
Right now, she was realizing she was in yet another situation just like that, only this time, she was sitting upright. There was a strange clicking sound. And someone screamed.
Her head shot up, green eyes desperately trying to focus themselves and take in everything around her. Why was Della tied up again? Better yet, why were Katherine, Keiari, and several other women also tied up? Where was Cassim?!
A gun. She saw that before the figure holding the gun. Her eyes noticed a table and stuff on it, but her brain refused to register anything besides the gun and the hand holding it. And how it was now pointing at Katherine. The model looked at her and at another woman and started talking, and Della tried her best to listen - something about telling her father she loved him - and then the person pulled the trigger. Nothing. Della relaxed against her ropes, releasing a breath she had been holding instinctively, but then the figure turned and moved to another girl, who began to beg and plead for them to stop. Another pull of the trigger, another click of the empty slot of the barrel, another held breath being let go. They moved from her to yet another girl, who was yelling and demanding answers, and when the person stopped, Della's heart hitched, hoping desperately against all logic and reason that they would stop whatever this was and let them all go.
But no. There was another click of the gun. Della was hopelessly trying to convince herself that this was all some intimidation tactic, that the gun didn't have ANY bullets, that the person wouldn't try to kill one of them, but this all seemed too precise, too calculated. There were easier ways to scare someone, she was sure, and right now all Della could do was sweat and try to swallow against a dry throat. It would be her turn sooner or later.
She prayed Cassim would stay safe, wherever he was. She just hoped she could keep her promise to him. There was so much she hadn't told him yet.
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Post by Fate on May 6, 2020 22:09:17 GMT
Five girls done, five girls to go. They could almost feel the voice from the speakers getting impatient despite the deafening silence, only interrupted by more whimpers and screams from the girls. Only one of them seemed uncharacteristically quiet, watching the events unfold. She seemed to be keeping her panic on the inside. Maybe that was better for her. Or not. Either way, they approached her next and, without losing any more time than they already had, pulled the trigger.
《Click…》
Once again, no bullet. Which meant… only four ladies left.
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Post by Hannah van de Berg on May 6, 2020 22:12:13 GMT
Hannah’s head felt heavy. What happened. Last time she was in the clutter room talking to people about getting out of this place. How could she have passed out. She had been tired yes but.. This? This was something else. There was no way she felt THAT weak.
As she opened her eyes slowly her head was pounding. God how long had she been in there. How long had she been asleep for? And her arms. God they felt horrible. How long had they been tied up? She tried to move them but it was no use. her wrists hurt.
A scream made her open her eyes immediately. She cringed. The light was was too bright. She tried to move her body but was stuck in her place. As she looked up her face got pale. A gun. She was looking at a gun. "No, no, no, no, no!! Please no!!" She heard another girl cry out. And then yell in full volume. No. No this was a sick joke. It had to be a sick joke right? She looked around her in a panic. She noticed Freya and katherine were there as well.
She moved her gaze to katherine who was speaking now. “Hannah, Della if either of you make it out alive...for god sake make sure my father is okay. Hannah was a huge fan of staying calm and collected but could feel the cold sweat drip down her forehead. Hearing katherine in such agony made her throat even more dry then it already was. “No.. No katherine you are going to be okay..!” She yelled back her voice trembled. This was not real. This could not be real. Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes.
As the figure pulled the trigger and katherine was not hurt she let out a sigh in relief. “ Oh thank god” she cried as she felt the tears leave her eyes. Katherine was okay. She would be okay.
What if there WAS a bullet in there. What if she WAS going to die. Her head hurt even more now. She shook her head to try to shake the feeling off but there was no way. She began to rethink her actions. She had left her family in the netherlands. What if she never saw them again? She had left her family on bad terms. Her brother. God how much of a bully he had been. But did she really want the last thing she had said to him to be something mean? She had yelled at him to get out of her life. She would not even have the chance to make things up with him.
While she was thinking about her life a lot of girls already had their turn. Now it was hers
She moved her gaze to the other girls. She had no idea what was going to happen next. The only thing she could think of was that they HAD to get out of here. If she were the one to go in this sick game of russian roulette, she wanted the others especially freya and katherine to keep moving forward. “ Katherine.. You are going to be fine.. Please promise me. Promise me you are going to get out of this mess..! You will meet your father. You will see him and make things up to him. You will see him yourself and tell him how much you love him and will hear how much he loves you in return. If I die.. Just know this is not your fault. Don’t be sad.. Live.” she said as she felt the tears now falling on her cheeks.
However if her death would mean that these girls got to live.. Her death would not be for nothing. If the gun was to go off now. Katherine and Freya would both be spared. In all honesty maybe that was better. Both girls had a future in front of them. These beautiful and talented girls had so much potential. She wanted them both to live. She wanted all of the girls to live. She looked up at the masked figure and smiled a sad smile. She was ready.
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