Jun 16, 2016 2:47 am
You waken. Your body is stiff, as if you haven't moved in months. As you stir and attempt to open your eyes, everything is hazy; you can barely make out light from dark. Blinking a few times, your vision clears, though not entirely. It'll come in time, you assume. As you begin to stretch, trying to stand, you try to think how you got there.
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How did you get here? Actually, where is here? Actually, nothing is coming to mind, at all. Every thought you try to pull up just brings up a blank fuzz. A bit of worry is starting to set in. Actually, there's NOTHING coming to mind. No name, no family, no history, not even a favorite food. It's only by looking down at your arms and feet that you can remember what sort of being you even are. And looking down, you notice you're wearing simple robes that look faded and worn with time, somehow both ancient and yet holding together. Your brain can't completely make sense of it.
Still blurry, you finally focus on the room you're in. A floor with only shreds of cloth in a corner... maybe once a mattress? A ceiling, smooth, as if from a single slab of... stone? 3 walls, with no seams where they meet the floor or ceiling. The floor and walls are smooth too. Is this room maybe carved from a single giant block of stone? It's not that large either... And in front of you... bars. This is a jail cell. You're in a jail cell. What did you do to get throw into jail? The bars are strange too. They're not just parallel and perpendicular beams. Interspersed are crystals in the center of intricate metal patterns, pieces of wood set into wreaths of faded, dead plants and flowers, candelabras with pictographs inscribed on them, the wax of dead candles left in them.
It's too bright to see outside the bars. The only noise you can hear is stone creaking.
I'm going to give everyone the opportunity to do something before pushing forward. Though if you do shamble up to the bars, I'll give you all the descriptions of what they see, unless it's something only your character would recognize.
Remember, you have NO memories. You don't know who you are, where you are, why you're there. You have no memories, no personality. I hope you're all ready for a bunch of RP :D It'll be slow to start, I know, as I describe a lot to you guys. Let's see how this works out in a PbP environment.
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How did you get here? Actually, where is here? Actually, nothing is coming to mind, at all. Every thought you try to pull up just brings up a blank fuzz. A bit of worry is starting to set in. Actually, there's NOTHING coming to mind. No name, no family, no history, not even a favorite food. It's only by looking down at your arms and feet that you can remember what sort of being you even are. And looking down, you notice you're wearing simple robes that look faded and worn with time, somehow both ancient and yet holding together. Your brain can't completely make sense of it.
Still blurry, you finally focus on the room you're in. A floor with only shreds of cloth in a corner... maybe once a mattress? A ceiling, smooth, as if from a single slab of... stone? 3 walls, with no seams where they meet the floor or ceiling. The floor and walls are smooth too. Is this room maybe carved from a single giant block of stone? It's not that large either... And in front of you... bars. This is a jail cell. You're in a jail cell. What did you do to get throw into jail? The bars are strange too. They're not just parallel and perpendicular beams. Interspersed are crystals in the center of intricate metal patterns, pieces of wood set into wreaths of faded, dead plants and flowers, candelabras with pictographs inscribed on them, the wax of dead candles left in them.
It's too bright to see outside the bars. The only noise you can hear is stone creaking.
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OOC:
You're welcome to RP your characters waking up. You know there's light outside the bars, but it's too bright for you to make out. Maybe if you walked closer to the bars, your eyes would adjust? Your throats (or what not) are too dry to talk right now.I'm going to give everyone the opportunity to do something before pushing forward. Though if you do shamble up to the bars, I'll give you all the descriptions of what they see, unless it's something only your character would recognize.
Remember, you have NO memories. You don't know who you are, where you are, why you're there. You have no memories, no personality. I hope you're all ready for a bunch of RP :D It'll be slow to start, I know, as I describe a lot to you guys. Let's see how this works out in a PbP environment.