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Post by Hashimoto Potato on Dec 9, 2016 2:49:12 GMT
The last thing you remember was being jumped in a dark alley, but when you wake up, everything looks... sterile... white... alien... It's some kind of hospital room, but a feeling of dread still fills your heart. Wherever you are, it can't be good!
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Post by Kiba on Dec 9, 2016 4:44:26 GMT
Blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to the blinding white light, Dexter tried to lift his head to look around the room he was in. Finding he was too tired to do so, he let out a soft sigh. "My head hurts." He mumbled out loud, though he didn't really realize. He had a faint memory of walking home, turning into an alley to take a shortcut, then waking up here. Slowly coming to the realization he wasn't home, he once again tried to look around to find out where he was, and failed once again. What was going on?
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Post by Hashimoto Potato on Dec 14, 2016 3:37:32 GMT
The sound of an electrical generator kicking in shattered the mundane silence. The lights kicked on brighter, flooding the white room in painful brightness. The sound of a door opening came from the left. Then there were footsteps. Then a face loomed over Dexter's, blinking huge eyes at him. It was clearly a female, and the white hat with the red cross on it indicated she was probably a nurse of some kind. She just stared at him strangely for a bit before pulling away. There was a sound of a page turning, and then scribbling of a pen on paper. The nurse made notes on the forms attached to her clipboard, but still she said nothing.
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Post by Kiba on Dec 14, 2016 17:40:02 GMT
Squeezing his eyes shut did little to block out the blinding lights. Dexter tried to raise his hand to cover his eyes but found he still couldn't move. Best he could do was lift a finger or two. Hearing a door open to his left, he was surprised he could move his head barely to the side to look. After a few footsteps, a girl in a white hat appeared in his few. "Hey, who the hell are you?" He asked as he followed her movements, looking up at her. "The hell you looking at? What's going on?" He could hear the scratching of a pen on paper. "Where am I?"
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Post by Hashimoto Potato on Dec 15, 2016 2:29:08 GMT
The nurse still said nothing, just writing away on her pad. Finally she looked at him, still with those huge, all-seeing eyes, as if her gaze could pierce her very soul. After some more time of this, she finally went to the wall and hit a button on a panel. "4227 reads normal. Stat check?" A gritty voice came through a small speaker near the panel: "Verified. Bay 23." The nurse let go of the button, scribbled one more thing on her pad, then slowly turned to face to Dexter. She made a 'shh' gesture at him, tilting her head to the side strangely. Then she went to the door and left him alone in the room.
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Post by Kiba on Dec 15, 2016 2:41:10 GMT
Dexter followed the nurse as she walked to the wall, tilting his head back against the table. He could move his head freely enough, but for some reason his arms and legs stayed still. "Hey, who are you talking to?" He asked as he heard another voice. "Who was that?" He tried again to lift his arms and gave a loud groan when he found he still couldn't. "Seriously, what is this?!" He suddenly shouted. Noticing movement from the nurse, he stopped, raising a brow at her. "Hey, hey, hold on!" He shouted as he watched her walk out. "Help me out here! Oh, come on!" He shouted again, still struggling.
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Post by Hashimoto Potato on Dec 15, 2016 3:41:43 GMT
No one answered his calls. No one came to explain anything. For a good hour or so, he was left alone with the oppressing confusion and disorienting loneliness. No sounds. No presences. Nothing. Just him and the table he was strapped to. But after the hour ended, the door slowly creaked open. A small figure crept into the room. But it was so fast it was nearly a blur, and it stayed out of his line of sight quite easily. Then it finally stood, slowly, carefully, cautiously, and it made the same gesture as the nurse did: the universal sign for 'shh'. But this was not the nurse by any stretch. This was a very young lady, perhaps mid teens, given her stature. She had wide eyes too, but these were wide with fear and adrenaline, not that strange otherness that the nurse exuded. She was also bruised and ruffled, and a bit of blood was crusting on her lips. She dropped her gesture and immediately began fumbling with the restraints at his wrists and ankles. "I'm here to get you out," she whispered softly in his ear.
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Post by Kiba on Dec 15, 2016 3:56:21 GMT
As minutes ticked by, Dexter couldn't help but feel like hours had passed. The blinding white lights combined with the inability to move made him feel like he was slowly going insane. Every now and then he would get a sudden burst of energy, struggling against his restraints. "Help!" He would call out, even though no one answered him every time. But after what felt like an enternity, he heard the door slide open again. Tilting his head back, he saw nothing, and his sudden excitement that help might finally be here vanished. Relaxing back against the table, he was startled to find someone standing next to him. The young girl he saw now frightened him for some reason, be it the blood or the obvious fear in her eyes. "Out? Out of where?" He asked. "Where even am I? What is this?"
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Post by Hashimoto Potato on Dec 15, 2016 4:34:17 GMT
"I can't explain right now," she said softly. The restraints on his ankles came free, so she worked on his wrists again. "I know that's not much to go by, but trust me when I say that you are here against your will, this place is evil, and you're just going to have to trust me if you want to escape."
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Post by Kiba on Dec 15, 2016 4:43:48 GMT
Dexter immediately felt a wave of relief as his ankles were freed from the restraints. So this girl was really trying to help him. "I've already figured out that I'm here on my free will." He said as he lifted his right foot, placing it on the table. "Otherwise I wouldn't be stuck to a table."
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Post by Hashimoto Potato on Dec 15, 2016 4:57:47 GMT
She freed his left wrist, then the right. Her attention immediately turned to the door she had come in from. "The nurse shouldn't come back for a while. I heard the voice on the comm talk about Bay 27." She shuddered. "We probably have five minutes before she gets back." And then she started mumbling very low under her breath. Words like "left" and "stairs" could faintly be heard. Probably mulling over exit strategies.
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Post by Kiba on Dec 15, 2016 5:26:29 GMT
Having his wrist freed, Dexter quickly sat up on the table, rubbing his wrist to return the feeling to the raw skin. "27?" He asked as he slid from the table, his feet hitting the ground. "I could survive sworn the voice said something else." Pushing passed the girl, he approached the door, placing a hand against it. "You know the way out?" He asked over his shoulder.
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Post by Hashimoto Potato on Dec 15, 2016 5:29:58 GMT
She shook her head. "One of the 20s. That's bad enough. And yes, I do." She thought for jsut a moment more." Okay, come this way." She slipped out the door and headed down the hall to the right. Outside the room, the hallway was dark, nearly pitch black, save for red lights that came through grates in the floor. It was hard to see very far, making the darkness terribly ominous. But though even the girl looked a little afraid, she did not let that hinder her as she stalked down the hall.
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Post by Kiba on Dec 16, 2016 22:29:38 GMT
Dexter turned back to face the girl only to see her walk past and out the door. "Bad?" He asked after her. "Bad how?" Seeing that she wasn't stopping any time soon, he stepped out into the hallway, looking behind them before turning and trotting after her. He immediately got an awful feeling after stepping into the eerie red light of the hallway. Where the hell did he end up? How did he even get here?
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Post by Hashimoto Potato on Dec 18, 2016 23:21:12 GMT
The girl was very focused on the path she was leading him down. Her face scrunched a bit into a frown as she peered through the red tinted darkness. "Bad as in, once you go into the 20s, you never come back out. Except maybe, if you're a failure, they grind you into processed meat to feed the 'others'."
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