Are You Ready to Die? [CLOSED]

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Amanda stared down the steps, had she really seen someone just go down there? She looked around before descending the stairs, fingering the shank she had picked up long ago at the junk yard. She remembered that day well. Her eyes darted around, and her heart raced. It was the only thing that scared her... That made her fear like she was a little girl agian... The Basement. It was a dark place with many shadows were beasts could hide... Including Amanda. It was amogn some of the worst places to run, mainly because it was so easy to get lost and die down there, but also because of the fact that this was were Amanda had escaped a trap.

Actually, it hadn't been much of a trap. It had been more of one of the machines turning on and trying to eat her... Then there was the other trap... Something Amanda didn't speak, and or think about. It was among some of the forbidden things in her life. Amanda reached the bottom of the steps and looked around trying to find her target. She walked forward and passed a machine. Those creepy things that randomly turned on. What a threat to everybodys lives.

Amanda reached out and punched the death trap... And then it turned on. Now she had a way to kill the target... What a wonderful way, make them face the danger Amanda had escaped. She grinned and gave an evil laugh before walking forward... On her way to kill.

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Trisha pushed the large doors to the Work House open, her eyes scanning the empty room. She relaxed when she saw no one was near. Trisha had never been one to care what was happening, but at the moment, she wished to be left alone. Her feet carried her up stairs and down halls, running from life in general. She stopped when she neared a familiar door, one with scrathces on the door, and a missing knob. She pushed open the door, careful not to make a sound.

Once inside, Trisha removed her mask and stared at the opposite wall. She let out a sigh and slid to the floor, her back against the door. How much she wished that she could live a life like the one her mother had told her of... Before she died. A life with a family, and someone to love. She remembered how her mother described it, a life were you wouldn't ever need to hide... A life were you could live in peace with everyone else. What a fantasy that was! Trisha smiled at the thought and placed the mask back on, covering her scars, the scars that made her fear...

OOC// She's on the second floor

[Aidan Draven]

Aidan walked through the house feeling completely naked without the comfort of his handgun at his side. Wake up in the middle of a hellish place like this....what's this guy playing at... Aidan thinks as he slowly ascends a set of steps hit black boots making footfalls that sounded heavy enough to wake the dead. In a place like this...that's probably possible... he thinks as he reaches the second floor landing and glances around for anything he can use as a weapon, finding nothing he frowns as he strains his ears listening to see if there is anyone on the second floor. Hearing nothing he started to turn and head back down the steps but something stopped him, a primal instinct perhaps, or maybe just curiosity of some kind. He would reach down and grasp the end of the banister to the staircase. Placing one of his boots on part of it he would pull with all of his might until a sizable piece of the banister came free in his hands with a groaning sound.

It's not much...but it's better than nothing.. he thinks as he approaches a door with the chunk of wood at his right side, he would put his hand on the door handle and slowly twist it open so as to hopefully not trigger any of the maniac's diabolical traps. Guy's a lunatic.... Aidan thinks as he pushes the door open slowly listening for anything out of the ordinary. Sensing nothing he would push the door open all the way, gazing around the room he didn't see anything that was out of the ordinary. He would then turn to the other door, the one with the scratches, that was missing a door handle. As he approached it he realized he was sweating and he wiped the sweat from his brow before turning the knob and pushing in. The door didn't budge, it seemed there was something blocking in.

"Is anyone in there?!" Aidan called out as he leaned against the door gazing around the second floor making sure no one else was around. Why would he want to put me in his sick game anyway...I'm nothing more than a detective who's trying to stop all of these innocent people from being killed...

[Wolverine]

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I got an "F" and a "C" and I got a "K"- too
The only thing I am missing is a bitch like "U"

Well, there is nothing else to do today other than watch gals frolic to-and-fro in the middle of the night- or the darkness. I guess all you need is to be able to hear them and your mind can play around with the rest; heck!, it can sometimes be better than the real thing! ... Well, I'm just saying that my mind knows what I like more than the next half-dressed whore that walks around town to get her next meal- just saying that my mind knows what looks good.

But, from the very few glimpses of light I can see, it kind of ruins my in;d interpretations of tonight main-course. Mmmm! A little on the small side. Nice skin. Brown hair. ... Nice features- for what is so common. ... I guess my mind doesn't have much to complain about. ...

Now, back to reality! Kind of cold. Damn! Wish it could get a little warmer soon! Everything is finally unfrozen outside, but it is cold! ... Thanks-goodness it isn't raining then, 'cause everything would be completely underwater then. Ugh. Mud, mud, mud in every place outside, I guess watching this gal is better than playing worms in the ice cold mud. Blah! ... I guess the fact that the sky is clear help out a bit too. God just can't give me the best of both worlds, can he? Warm weather and clear skies? No. Can't give anybody what they want.

What was I doing? ... Oh! Right! ... Yeah. ... Back to who-ever-this-is. Sitting here in a cold basement, on the cold concrete floor, in the cold shadows, watching a cold woman find her way about with a cold heart. ... Brr, cold day, eh? ... I watch you grasp an object in your hand- probably can't get away with anything today, can I? You walk forward to a machine of some sort and throw you fist at it; at least you have a little strength, maybe you can fight for yourself- not an average whore that roams the streets now, are we? As the contraption started to turn and mumble, you start too walk away? Come on! Even the laugh was a little cheesy!

I roll into the light that was on the floor. One. of. the. few. Warm. Places! Aaaaahh! ... Still cold though.

The doors from below open and footsteps. Someone new? ... Someone small. After a few seconds, another set of feet sound and make themselves know. A much bigger person. ... ... Can't I have my time alone ... with a few selective women?

A creak of, probably, a door opening and the heavy feet walking. Then you came to another door that didn't open. Heh. "Is anyone in there?!" Damn! Its a guy! I was just getting used to the idea of having the house to entertain tonight.

Alright, I finally look up and over at where the woman was (or is, not sure, eyes are adjusting still). Hard to see anything. I lay my head on the concrete floor and try to let my eyes adjust as I lay on the cold groun in the sun. Maybe the little lady will find me, heh. ... What ever happened to those other footsteps? ... Could have swon there was another.

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Trisha held her breath as noises creeped up to her. Feet echoed closer... Closer... They stood before the door and paused... Something reached out and began to push... Trisha grabbed her mouth and pushed her back against the door hoping that the person couldn't get in. "Is anyone in there?!" The girl held her breath hoping he would move on, but the pressure hurt her. She bit her hand to keep from crying out in fear... Why were people in the building?! Couldn't she just relax without having to fear for her life.

Trisha raised herself straightening her back. "I'm here," she said as her hand pulled open the door. Her eyes were icy, but the mask hid that hate. She stared into the eyes of a man... He looked like he was trying to ... Escape the mess of this world? Was there another way to put it? Trisha gazed at him and knew at once that he was trying to find his way out, and stop the madness... Almost like he was trying to escape time... If only there was a way to do that. She narrowed her eyes and took a step forward.

"Unless you have a problem with that." Trisha laughed and pushed past him. She had never really cared about the 'traps' that were set around, nor the people in the world... It was only those moments alone that made her fear... That made her cringe like her life was going to be taken away. When around people though, she was the zombie everyone knew her to be... the one who refused to talk, the one who was anti-social... It was hard to start a conversation with her, because everything you said was taken, saved, and used against you.