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Re: //Pipes\\

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catzrcute is not online. catzrcute
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22 Jan 2013 05:37 PM
That factory. That factory; it's been abandoned for so long now. Who would even bother to go near it? That factory; so... broken, so beaten-down. It hasn't been used since... When, really? How long has it just been sitting there, empty. forgotten, unused, unseen, unexplored? At first glance, one kight immediately guess--why, it hasn't been used for at least half a century; maybe more! But no, how can that be the case when that girl--that girl who, at first, just stared at me, but then beckoned for me to follow--just ran inside?



Obviously, someone still remembers this place. Someone still knows of its existance; it hasn't just been lost to more modern factories. Hell, maybe she lives here. Maybe she's a ghost, just waiting to lure innocent, unsuspecting people into their dooms in the maze-like halls of this old factory? No, no; ghosts don't exist, so that can't possibly be the case.



So... What about her? No, I won't dwell on that; I just... The curiosity of what might be in that factory, whatever she might be trying to show me... It's killing me. I know I shouldn't, I know it's a bad idea, but I have to go. I have to see. I can't just continue on not knowing--if I do, I will never in my life know exactly what is so special about this particular factory.



The inside of this factory, it's rather odd... I mean, obviously some factories might have uncovered pipes, plainly visible, but this...? I know I said it would be mazelike, but these are not halls! Pipes; everywhere, pipes. From the outside, this building might look like a factory, but the inside--this was clearly not made to be a factory. This is more like some sort of fun house made of pipes; though, not fun at all if you ask me. Turn after turn, as minutes slowly tick by, it feels less and less like I was ever a real part of, well, reality. It just feels like... Like whatever life I knew outside of this factory, whatever people I knew, whatever way I lived before walking through the front doors of this factory... Never existed.



I doubt I'll ever leave this factory. I doubt I'll ever see anyone else, if any other person in this world ever fell into the same trap I did--probably dozens of people, really, have fallen into this little trap that that woman had planned. That evil, vile, oh-so innocent-looking woman... No, this isn't her fault, really. It's mine. Who was sneaking around and old factory? Not her; me. Who was stupid enough to walk inside said factory? Not her; me. Who was stupid enough to, even after walking into the factory, walk down those few halls it took to get to this maze?! Not her. NOT. HER. ME!



Stop it, you. I'm going crazy, I think; I must be. I'll just turn around, retrace my steps. I'll leave. I'll pretend I never saw that woman--I'll pretend this never happened, pretend I never even knew this factory existed. But then, what else would I know? My life... How long have I been in here? Has it been minutes, hours, days? Years?? That couldn't be the case, really, it couldn't. I'm just letting this old dusty palce get to me--surely there's something in the air here not suitable for people the breathe; surely that's why this "factory" is no longer in use, right? Right?



I can't... I can't find my way out of the maze. It's just... So... The pipes never end. They truly, honestly never do end! I swear, I've gone back over the path I came maybe twenty times and still, I am greeted with the same puzzling wall of pipes, winding through the room, up from the floor, snaking through neighboring pipes, slightering likes snakes up through the ceiling up to the second floor to God knows where--

Shut up. Shut. Up. Stop talking, stop thinking, stop moving. Just sit.. relax.. Rest. I'll be fine. I'll be perfectly okay... I'll be oaky, I'll be okay, I'll be okay, I'll be okay... I'm going to die here.



I can't... Breathe. I can't swallow. I can hardly see--no, it couldn't be. Am I hallucinating? It's that woman. The woman who lead me in here, into my death. She's stopped. right in front of me--She's stopped! Is... she going to lead me to safety? Save my life? Get me out of this place? No... She's grinning, smiling.. Laughing? At... me? Yes, she's laughing at me. She knows I won't live; she's saying to me, now, "You're not getting out of here, and neither will the others..."

Rules

No ubering, godmodding, character controlling, yada yada yada; if you've ever seen any RP I've ever written ever, then we've been over this before. Moving on--
You can start in this maze of pipes, or, perhaps, you can start out just outside, like our dying character in the above. Fun, fun, fun...
I don't mind multiple characters, but let's not get crazy, yeah?
What to be accepted, yeah?
I can't really think of much else, actually. Like I said, we've been over all those pesky rules before and I can't really think of any more... So... Have fun. Yeah.

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awesomehayden123 is not online. awesomehayden123
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22 Jan 2013 05:44 PM
Character Sheet

Name: Arran Newman
Ag.e: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Arran's hair is short and sticks to his fair-skinned head. He is fairly short, and his jawline is low. He has large icy blue eyes, and his hair is blond. His nose and mouth are slightly small. He has a normal buid, and has broad shoulders. His clothing consists of a simple Volcom skating shirt, Levi jeans, and green high tops.
Inventory: He has only a book of matches, a water bottle, and his smartphone.
Bio: Arran live in a borken home. All he's ever known is poverty. He was underfed most of his life. His family lived in the slums of New Orleans, and when he went to medical college in Houston, he bought a nicer apartment. He now stands at the gate of the factory.
Personality: Arran is friendly, but a bit full of himself. He is outgoing, but you need to be a friend before he REALLY opens upp to you. His sense of humor and intelligence are above average.
Other: I am sorry for the terrible cs, I'm in a hurry to go do something...


"The maniacs in the MAILBOX!" -Spongebob
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SP2398salt is not online. SP2398salt
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22 Jan 2013 05:45 PM
((Want to ask if I can be the girl.))
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rug437 is not online. rug437
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22 Jan 2013 06:21 PM
Name: Lucille Lliapot

Ag.e: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: She has long red hair flying all over the place that she never bothers to cut. She wears a tattered black t-shirt with ripped up, muddy jeans. She doesn't bother to wear shoes so her feet are caked with mud.

Inventory: She keeps a journal to write down all the details off the factory in and then look over and try to figure the place out. She also keeps a pencil, a water bottle, and some rations of food that she swiped.

Bio: She was disowned as a child and lived in an orphanage for a few years. One day she ran away, stuffing as much money as she could find into her satchel. She lived off the money for as long as she could but then one day she started to steal money. She would pickpocket, lie, deceive, or do anything to live longer. One day, she stumbled upon the factory, with it's pipe lines and neverending-ness. She kept coming back even though she didn't know why. She just stands by the factory every day, examining it, analyzing .

Personality: She is on the brink of insanity from being homeless and everything, but if you forget that part and look closer, she is able to analyze and see the tiniest of details. She is kind of like a computer.

Other: None

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22 Jan 2013 06:21 PM
Name: Skarmory Doves

Ag.e: 27

Gender: Female

Appearance: A strikingly young, attractive girl she is. She's got shoulder length oak wood kind of hair, it all pretty jagged and yet, still straight. Her face, tanned and freckled, seems only to complement the already rugged hair. Her eyes are a dirty, dingy brown, such a dark contract from her hair. Not really like she cares or such, but it really is like someone smashed together two different qualities. Right down her right cheek is a dark, dirt streaked scar, which touches her ear and touches the tip of her mouth. Moving downwards, she has a rather normal neck, a bit pudgier than normal. She has a typical feminine chest, sort of a slim, pushed inside H. She has rather long legs, longer than normal. Going back up to her arms, they aren't particularly long or short, just right, you might say. There is some burn marks on both sides, and then once you reach her right hand.. it's bad. There are five scars, spreading out to her hand, and with one large circle scar in the middle of her hand. Then it's like someone stuck a torch right under her hand. It is horribly burnt, and even she cringes when she looks at her right hand. It's not like it hurts anymore, the robotics did a good job of that.

Now, since I did it top from bottom, how about bottom from top? She wears some good cowboy style boots, made out of snake skin, or so she tells everyone. Really, it's just a leather boot, classic kind of stuff you go in the rain with, and then she put snake skin over the whole thing. Going up, she has some classic roughened up and torned blue jeans. There is one large broken streak from her thigh, to her knee, and both her knee ares are ripped to shreds from the falls she's taken. Going up a bit farther, you see a classic cowboy belt. Nothing special about that, other than that there is a holster strapped onto the belt, and of course, heheh, there's a pistol in it. She's learned that lesson, hard. Going up farther, there she has a blue shirt, with a leather jacket over it. The leather jacket has these oddly suspicious brown large streaks up and crisscrossed and such over her jacket. Going down to her hands, she wears biker gloves, to cover up her hands. Finally, going up her neck, there is a necklace with a silver water drop imprinted on it.

Inventory: Deck of cards, .6 Shooter [as mentioned.] Six bullets, filled.

Bio: A young girl at the age of five, she acquired her taste for adventure. She ran away from home, to the near forest, with some crayons and some paper. She then charted the area, and returned home before anyone noticed she was gone. Later that day, she ran back off to a spot she marked on her map, and she met someone she always called 'Isabella'. Nobody ever saw her [Isabella] or anything like that, but she blamed it on that nobody believed in ghosts! Anyway, this girl she talked about had raven hair, a ghostly torn and burnt night gown, and a bow which looks like that it could have possibly been purple at one time, but was now singed with flames. She played with her for days and days, and then... she never saw Isabella again. She just disappeared. Like.. that. She was terribly broken up over it, and cried and sobbed and simply lowered herself into a depression. It was almost a year later when she convinced herself that there was no girl ghost named Isabella. About eleven, something struck her of odd. She thought about when she was five, and struck apon something disturbing. If 'Isabella', didn't exist, why did she suddenly disappear, when her mind should have kept imagining 'Isabella' instead of saying she disappeared.

She then decided to figure it out, and worked her body out in every way possible. She never excelled in strength, but in others, she did well. Eventually, after researching and working her body to follow the trace of Isabella at age fourteen, she left her house at nine PM. She crept along the path, spraying the flashlight's light around the area. Then, of course, she silently wondered why she was following the ghost of a girl. Why? But, she kept plodding on. Through the area, until she reached the place where she previously spotted the ghost. She saw the burned down house, and the two gravestones. One was completely blank, but the other one is scrawled in pink 'Isabella'. She waited, until she saw a glimpse of something... odd. She followed it, and found the girl she played with so long ago. "Hello, Isabella." She said calmly, slightly happy that she wasn't insane at five. The ghost pretended like she didn't notice her.. or maybe she didn't notice her at all? Skarmory continued to follow the ghost, and found, scrawled in the dirt, is as follows. 'Why did my friend leave me? I was good, and.. and.. it's like she couldn't see me.' It was endlessly scrawled into the mud, and Skarmory just.. looked and let a tear drop. That is, until the ghost turned around, and turned to a pitch black flying menace. So what could she do, except to run?...

She eventually figured out what happened that night, and now continues on from that, searching for the unnatural working for the news. Not many people believe, but she's like no other. Her writings aren't made up, and backed by many people who have tried it. So, it was only logical that she came to the factory eventually.

Personality: IDK

Other: She likes music.
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CptHawkens is not online. CptHawkens
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22 Jan 2013 06:23 PM
[Crikey. Sorry for the word wall, didn't think it was that long.]
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22 Jan 2013 06:30 PM
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catzrcute is not online. catzrcute
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22 Jan 2013 07:24 PM
(All acceptedededed. I'm gonna post my CSes in a second.)
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catzrcute is not online. catzrcute
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22 Jan 2013 07:50 PM
Character Sheet

Name: One can't be too sure; so, we shall simply refer to her as "The woman," or "this woman."
Ag.e: Again, one can't be positive of her exact ag.e, but it would be safe to assume that she'd be somewhere in her twenties.
Gender: Female, obviously.
Appearance: This woman is really not so remarkable; her pale blonde hair reaches her shoulders, and is flecked with dirt and some sort of red substance that one can only assume is blood. Her piercing red eyes are quite seriously, and even if she were to smile, it either wouldn't reach her eyes, or her eyes would make it look more devious, even if not originally intended to be as such. Her skin is pale, with dark blisters dotting her arms and back. where they could have come from, one can only guess. She wears a dress, one lacking sleeves and only long enough to cover her knees. Her feet are bare, and if one were to see the bottom, they would see much dirt and a lot of blood, from many a glass shard walked over without so much as a thread of notice. The strangest thing about this woman is not her dirty hair or her red eyes or even the blisters marring her skin--head to toe, she looks as though she'd been jumping around in dirt. Her limbs and torso are dotted with flecks of dirt, and her dress fares no better. One might look at her face and see a half-decent woman, but one who dared to look deeper would see someone who knew she didn't belong here.
Inventory: This woman holds nothings in her possession aside from the factory into which she lures unsuspecting victims to their doom in the pipe maze.
Bio: Not much is really known about thsi woman; therefore, nothing much can really be said. If, by chance, one were forced to guess, they might think she lived in the factory, or at least frequented it, the way she knows her way around as though that factory were as familiar as the back of her hand. However, no one can really be sure, as this woman hardly talks except to mock and tease her victims.
Personality: A woman of few words, it's hard to be sure of her real personality. Perhaps she is manipulative. Maybe shy. Maybe even--dare I say it--nice. But who can really be so sure?
Other: Nope.

Character Sheet

Name: Viytta
Ag.e: 22
Gender: F
Appearance: Viytta has dark hair which is cut very short; one might mistake her for a boy if not for her... womanly features. She has particularly dull hazel-colored eyes, and a long scar running from her nose diagonally across her cheek and down her neck. She has a few cuts here and there, mostly from bumping into rusty nails along the factory walls. On her forehead is a particularly gruesome gash, spilling blood down her brow at an alarmign rate. Her clothes consist of plain jeans and sneakers, and a white short sleeved T-shirt, stained red with her own blood.
Inventory: Nothing.
Bio: Viytta is the woman who is currently lost in the pipe maze, struggling to breathe or find her way out of even move at all. She only hopes she can find someone--or, rather, hope someone finds her--before she dies in that maze, where she is sure to rot, never to be found.
Personality:vViytta is a determined person--once she knows what she wants, she's not going to stop until she gets it. She can't stand not knowing something, and hates when someone knows something she doesn't, but refuses to share. In these situations, Viytta is definitely not known for her calmness or good temper; more like the opposite, getting agitated and pushy. When the time calls for it, Viytta can certainly step up and take a leadership role, but she definitely prefers to be directed than to direct.
Other: Nope.
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rug437 is not online. rug437
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22 Jan 2013 08:03 PM
(Can we start?)
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catzrcute is not online. catzrcute
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22 Jan 2013 08:09 PM
(Mmmmhm!)
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crs100 is not online. crs100
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22 Jan 2013 08:11 PM
>your not going to get out of here

ORLY?
tele/me/person who isn't in this building

YAY I'm out

Told ya.
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22 Jan 2013 08:13 PM
Arran was using a plank to smash one of the dust-covered windows. His younger cousin accidentally tossed a baseball into the second floor and wanted it back. The window smashed, he took one last look at his cousin, and hopped in.
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22 Jan 2013 08:20 PM
Lucille had finally finished studying the building. She had written every single little detail about the building down in her journal. 'Should I go inside? I might never come out. But I have nothing out here. The cops are after me and no one wants me. I should go in.' She thought.

She took a nice long deep breath, it may be the last fresh breathe of air she'll ever get. Then he shakily steps inside. The doors clang shut and instantly her brain analyzed all the details. 'Pipes, everywhere. There is a small crack in the wall like somebody punched it with all their strength and then broke their hand. A few overgrown plants seeped in through small cracks everywhere'

She walked around, and soon she forgot all the directions that she had turned. She dragged her fingers against the wall, feeling the texture. Suddenly, as she was focusing on the wall, she knocked into a person. (Your cue cat)
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22 Jan 2013 08:24 PM
Viytta jumps, trying to gasp, but sputtering and coughing. she was still finding herself having defficulty breathing. Dragging herself back a few inches, she tilts her head up to look at the stranger who had bumped into her. Hoenstly, Viytta expcted to the see the woman, back to mock her, and was surprised to see a person she didn't recognize. At the same time, though, she felt the urgent need to warn her to leave before it was too late, but her insistant breathlessness did not permit her to form words.
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22 Jan 2013 08:29 PM
Arran picks up the baseball and turns to go the other way. He realises he does not know where he is, and begins wandering aimlessly. He begins calling hellos to see if he was not alone.
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22 Jan 2013 08:45 PM
(Sorry, I went brb)

Lucille gasped, although she was a women of few words, she said. "Are you okay!?!?"
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22 Jan 2013 08:46 PM
Skarmory

I stood, resting against a tree. I saw several go in, and I slowly walk over to the guy's brother, and ask him a few questions. Why he was in here, has he heard what happens in there, and then simply tell him to go home after that.
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22 Jan 2013 09:05 PM
Viytta shakes her head, continuing to gasp and sputter, She reaches her hand up, looking at her with a look that begged for a helping hand.
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22 Jan 2013 09:20 PM
Character Sheet

Name: Mason Ilkin

Ag.e: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance: Mason has short black hair trimmed to the top of his forehead. His facial hair is cut into a chin strap wrapping around his chin and the sides of his cheeks. His cheekbones are low and he has light blue eyes, slightly darker than the ocean. His eyebrows are straight and slightly bushy, which he finds irritating. His nose is a bit convex and splattered with a few sprinkles of freckles. His chin is sharp and his neck is a little shorter than normal. His fingernails are short as he usually bites them. He is a pale caucasian. He wears a light blue t-shirt with a grey hoodie on top and blue shorts. He wears red tennis-shoes.

Inventory: Mason is currently carrying a small pocket knife, a small notebook and a pencil that's been sharpened all the way down to just a nub. He also has five dollars and some candy wrappers.

Bio: Mason grew up in a wealthy family, and never had to deal with not getting what he wanted. He got into a great college and was on a great track for life. He was charged for a robbery he didn't commit when he found a small piece of jewelry lying on the sidewalk and picked it up. The police found it on him and his court sentence is in a few weeks. He knows he is most likely going to jail, as even if he pleads innocent, they aren't going to believe him.

Personality: Mason is nice, although a bit spoiled. He finds humor in things that aren't actually very funny. He enjoys being in the company of others, although if he is sustained with friends for a extremely long period of time, he can start to get irritated. He acts very intelligent and proud

Other: Bananas
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22 Jan 2013 09:27 PM
Lucille took her have hand and helped her up. She took some water out of her satchel and said, "It's all I have but you need it more." Lucille delicately pours a few drops of water into the stranger mouth, hoping that water would help.
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22 Jan 2013 10:37 PM
Viytta struggles to swallow for a moment, but finally gets the water down after a moment of persistence. Though not yet entirely better--she was still gasping a little bit, savoring every small breath of air she could force into her lungs. After a couple moments, she nods gratefully. "Thank you," she says, sounding genuine, "I don't know what happened just then..."
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22 Jan 2013 10:54 PM
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23 Jan 2013 03:07 PM
Arran was calling out, hands cupped over his mouth. Without noticing, his head bumped one of the pipes, knocking it to the floor, rust flakes dangling in the air in it's wake. Arran cursed and noticed two female characters standing before him.
"Hello." he said.

"The maniac's in the MAILBOX!" -Spongebob
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23 Jan 2013 03:47 PM
[I've got a question. What if I held onto the window pane as I entered. What would happen? I mean, I'd be holding onto the world, but also seeing the pipe land. Curious, curious, isn't it?]
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