His palms were shaking when he finally made it to a less populated area of the Halloween fest. He leaned heavily against a tree, as his stomach continued to constrict more inside him. He groaned softly, and wrapped his arm around his stomach as he vomited on the side of the tree, not realizing how flushed his face became, and that his eyes were wet with tears. He sighed, clenching his eyes shut before he leaned more heavily on the tree. it was pathetic, he knew. Not being able to smell, or handle something as simple as alcohol. But everything just reminded him of his past, of his father, and the thought that he’d been drinking unknowingly only furthered this disgusted feeling.
He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before spiting, his stomach and throat burning. He stood up straighter, his eyes shut as he tried to ignore the images flashing behind the curtains that were his eye lids.He heard a branch snapping and Kace turned, “Who’s...?” He squinted, “I’m fine, I just needed a second, I’ll be back in a second. You don’t want to see this pathetic mess right now.” He joked halfheartedly, unable to even force out a fake laugh.
Walking around the group she checks on each person to make sure they’re okay. What just happened....wasn’t okay. The screaming, the pain everyone was going through. Braelynn felt sick to her stomach. She felt like...everything was empty. She felt... empty. For the first time in a long time, she was afraid. Not the kind of fear you need to get. Not the kind of fear that was actually fun to have. She wanted to just curl up and sit in a corner. She wouldn’t be sleeping tonight, she couldn’t let herself. Masking the emotions to the best of her ability she walks to someone she hadn’t checked on yet. “Hey, there” Knitting her brows she kneels down beside the person. “Are you okay? I know it’s uhm...a dumb question.” She comments letting out a small sigh. “It’s just it was...it was really intense in there...” She trails off before looking at the person. “So all things considered. Will you be okay?”
Cay began to stir, their mind too fuzzy to feel anything just yet. At first, they assumed that they had blacked to last night after drinking too much, the punch was spiked and they’d had a bit, not enough to get trashed but who knew what else could have been in there.
Ouch
They open their eyes, feeling something pressing on their arm, and looked down at it, the shock forcing them to stop.
What the fuck.
Before they had a chance to react, a voice started flooding into the room.
“Each of you has demons you are harbouring, trying to keep locked away. Each of you has been exposed to a deadly nerve toxin for the past thirty minutes.” The words had forced them to be quiet but with each syllable Cay was increasingly aware of a pain starting to spread through their right arm. A deadly nerve toxin? What the hell was that? “You have another hour and a half before the toxin corrupts every inch of your body, and you will drown in your own bodily fluids. There are, however, several anecdotes hidden within the maze.” With a slow attempt at steady breathing, Cay’s eyes opened again, the spear that had pinned them to the ground coming into focus. All at once the reality sank in and they lost control of their breathing, going into overdrive and trembling all over, which only pulled and pressed on the length of the weapon sticking from their arm. For the first time in a while, Cay began to cry, loud wails of pain escaping between sobs.
Cay looked around too suddenly and ended up pulling their arm against the spear, letting out a yell of pain. They quickly retreated to their original position and curled up beside their arm, waiting for the voice to be finished. Their mouth pressed into the ground below them, sending their warm and heavy breaths bouncing back up onto their face. It was comforting in a strange way. “And finally, check your phones. I have special messages for each of you.”
Very carefully, they reached down into their pocket and slid their phone out from it, thankful that it wasn’t underneath them. The screen’s light was too bright for the darkness of the room, it stung when Cay looked at it but they saw a waiting text and knew that they needed to find out what it said.
“Casey, I hope you’re a leftie.”
Casey.
Snarling down at their screen, they shoved the phone away again and went back to clutching their broken arm. They had no idea how they were going to get out of this alive, if it had just been them they had to worry about they weren’t sure if they’d fight to surive, but thoughts of Elle and Ana and Aliyah and Braelynn and all the other people they considered friends started to sink it. That’s when they realised that they needed to get out of here. The voice hadn’t addressed Casey on their own, it had been talking to a group, and Cay was just praying it was a mind game to make them worry.
The spear was still stuck in their arm when they turned back but they had to do something. It must have been about ten minutes since the voice had left them, which meant they had another hour and twenty before they died from whatever was in their system.
Cay tried at first to lift their arm and slide it up the spear but that was immediately too much and they had to stop, not wanting to yell too much. “Fucking bastard!” They cussed, possibly louder than their yells of pain. In a moment of weakness, they laid back on the ground, eyes shut and squeezed, trying to forget what was happening. It felt hopeless, they felt useless right now. They couldn’t save themself, how were they supposed to make sure their friends were okay?
A frown formed over their brows as they felt something drip onto their face and opened their eyes to see something on the ceiling. There were words up there, formed in blood.
“Good luck trying to make it out in one piece. “
Any idea they had of giving up was instantly washed away as their will to stick it to this asshole kicked in. Their sudden determination gave them an idea, twisting and contorting their body to press one leg behind the spear, the other leg carefully wrapped around the front. They knew what they needed to do, they knew how to do it, it was just like a choke hold except they weren’t going to stop squeezing because no body was going to tap their leg. They couldn’t let go until it was broken... and it was going to hurt.
The yells of pain started again as Cay’s legs tried to break the spear. It wasn’t just the way that it was pressing against the wound and moving the bones inside her arm, but the spear was now digging into their legs, no doubt creating large bruises. It took them a few attempts but eventually, it appeared to crack and began to break, splintering at the end. Some of the wood went into Cay’s leg but they didn’t care, they kept going and dealt with the pain as quietly as they possibly could. When they finally heard the last crack and the broken side of the spear fall onto the floor, slipping away from their legs, they gave them self a moment to recover. There wasn’t much more pain they could have felt at this point so they decided to get this over and done with, knowing that trying to break the spear had taken them at least another fifteen minutes. This just meant that they had to get out of the room and find the antidote and their friends in less than an hour... no big deal.
Shifting the weight onto one side, Cay balanced them self onto their legs which were now folded beneath them. The good news was that in their attempts to break to spear, their arm had already been pulled up a little, but the bad news was that there were bits of wood sticking out all over the place. They tried to clear as many as possible before grasping their wrist with their working hand and taking a deep breath, then all at once pulling their broken arm up and off of the weapon. They collapsed on the floor, clutching their arm to their chest and began to sob again. They were wrong about the pain, it was so much worse now, but they had no time to lick their wounds. They had little over an hour left and they needed to get out of there.
Stumbling over to the door, their uninjured hand was holding their broken arm against them, the blood soaking into their shirt just as it had the floor. When Cay reached for the door, they hadn’t expected it to be locked. It didn’t budge and that made them angrier, kicking at the bottom of it with their steel capped boots. All that did was create noise.
Getting onto their knees, the brunette tore a piece of their shirt off and began wrapping it around their wound, no idea if it was going to work. They didn’t know first aid but it should help stop some of the bleeding... right? Before even looking back at the door, Cay held onto the spear that was still stuck into the ground and began pulling it, their muscles tensing made the pain worse but when they’d pushed through it and the spear was finally in their hand they were able to see the weapon that had been pinning them down. It was sharp metal on the end which didn’t surprise them.
Without really putting much thought in, they turned and began hitting the door handle with it, thankful that they’d been so its body building. Without the mscles they had, the handle never would have broken off and fallen to the ground like it did, letting the door pop open right in front of their eyes. Cay stood for a minute, the battered spear still in their hand as they stared. It was time to get the hell out of there.
The clock strikes eight, and the real Hell begins.
One by one, students and staff begin to drop like flies. E’s pawns have been working their way throughout the crowd all night, drugging as many people as possible. All festivities stop suddenly as staff and students alike fall unconscious. The only few people still standing are E’s pawns, who at this hour are in the process of moving body after body, following the instructions being sent to their phones.
It’s no secret that E is smart as hell, yet this is taking things to a new level. Using a carefully crafted form of hypnosis, E has managed to bend the wills of those that couldn’t be blackmailed.
Using technology as their biggest asset, orders are sent in the form of text messages and projected warnings against the walls.
One thing is very clear: This was all planned.
What is this, exactly? It’s a game. A game that has no real winners.
Staff and students alike are separated into four different groups, in four different locations on campus. Each group is locked in, with no obvious way out. Nobody is aware of what exactly is going on--meaning, those in one group will not know what is happening outside of the room.
They won’t know what’s happening to the people they care about.
The pawns are both in groups and out of groups! If your character is a pawn of E’s, then you will know it. In addition to several in game characters being pawns, please keep in mind that there are also multiple NPC pawns and minions (people who are willingly helping E) who are making this possible.
In-game, this event is going to only be lasting one hour. Meaning, authorities will be intervening eventually. Please stay in contact with us admins if you want your character to be injured severely. Not every character is allowed to have life threatening injuries, as we’d like to keep the physical damage minimal and focus more on the mental aspect of the games.
If you have a skype and have not yet been added by either of the admins, please make sure to contact us to let us know! We will be using skype as the main form of communication during this event.
Since this part of the event is being posted a bit late, and we are trying to get a move on things in game, us admins are going to do something a bit different: we would like every member to submit a brief explanation, description detailing how their character responds to the situation in their group.
Group number:
Task:
How they respond:
While we encourage you all to post self paras/threads of the actual groups, we are eager to move on with the event/storyline of the roleplay. That being said, after you submit your group explanation to the main, please don’t hesitate to actually write out the event in forms of self paras/threads. For all group interactions, please tag your posts with ‘ffpgroups’ so we can all follow along!
A completed event update will be posted on the main once we receive responses from each member of each group. The primary reason that we are doing the event in this format is because we understand that not everybody is available to write out a full blown thread at the moment, given that real life tends to get in the way.
If you have any questions, please feel free to ask the main, as we are here to help clarify things!
Sure Reyna could have been helping out in the haunted house, using her Saw inspired venus fly trap mask. She would have loved nothing more than to scare the students at Fairfield prep at the Fright Fest. However, her mind was in a completely different place after a call from her brother. Everything was just building up so quickly for her recently. So instead of adding more stress to herself, she opted for an easy night, and a simple costume. Sitting in the gardens surrounded by other people. Listening for the whispers, waiting for a change in temperature. Tapping her pencil to her notebook she mumbles, “Her corrupt lungs breathe poison through the air. Her splintered mind can’t see what’s truly... Can’t see what’s truly there..?” Sighing she leans stretches her arms above her head.
‘Would you rather whip Laurent three times, or carve the word ‘bitch’ into Braelynn’s back? Your thirty seconds starts now.'
Waking up at a table was the last thing he’d expected. How it happened, he was completely unsure. One minute, he was with Kace and the next... nothing. He ruled out the chance of having been drugged, seeing as he didn’t touch any of the food or beverages earlier in the night and whatever snacks and drinks he consumed were completely organic and couldn’t have been tampered with in any way. The sound of his buzzing phone earned a look of confusion from Oliver, a series of questions rising and settling on the tip of his tongue. Why was it that their phones were still on them? Why didn’t they think a simple call to the police could deteriorate this whole situation?
His conscience spoke to him before he so foolishly opened his mouth. It’s too easy.
Reading the text out loud, his eyes widened. Laurent or Braelynn. It was an easy choice but he didn’t want to hurt anyone in general. Oliver’s mind started working, finding a loophole that guaranteed he didn’t break the rules. He was going to whip Laurent simply because he couldn’t bring himself to hurt his kind-of-boyfriend-but-not-boyfriend’s sister which left him with the former choice, but he wasn’t going to whip him hard enough to cause vast pain or break skin. He was told to whip him, but there was no specific explanation in how to do so.
Whip in hand, he made his way over to Laurent and carried out his task as effortlessly as he could, whipping the other so lightly that not even a bubble would pop from the contact. Talk about over exaggerating. Were the masked figures to step forward, he had his protest ready; he followed through with his ‘would you rather’.
Waking up with a major headache was something he certainly hadn’t expected, especially not on the night of one of Fairfield’s greatest parties. The cold metal of the chains cut into his ankles. “What the...” He whispered, blinking heavily as the world slowly stopped spinning around him. And then his gaze landed on her. The blonde in the corner--Claire? It was Claire. Sucking in a sharp breath, he reached out carefully to shake her shoulder to wake her up. “Hey, Claire.” He whispered softly, eyes scanning the room around them.
The game is simple. You take turns pulling the trigger at your opponent. Each time it’s your turn, you have to confess a truth. If you don’t tell the truth, you’ll pay for it. Once you both figure out what you share as common ground, you will be one step closer to being free.
By the time he’d finished reading and turned to his friend, it was clear that she was already awake. He felt his stomach drop, his eyes landing back on the gun in front of him. Panic flooded through his veins, settling in his bones as a rush of anxiety clouded his head. “Well shit... I’m sorry.” It wasn’t his fault by any means, but he knew that one of them was bound to end up hurt. All he could do was hope that it wasn’t her.
