Realistic or Modern Amnesia: Into Oblivion

[RealisticFantasy]

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The house wasn't exactly in a state of ruin. It wasn't a place you would choose to spend the night either. Random papers will strewn about the floor along with mostly empty pizza boxes and empty bottles and cans. The floorboards were so off kilter that the soft breeze coming through a broken window made them groan and squeal. This was a house with a natural air of horror surrounding it which was only amplified by a respectable blanket of dust covering everything in the rooms the teens had clearly chosen to avoid. Some shoes were thrown in a pile at the front door which open and shut softly with the wind.

A tight spiral staircase led to the next floor which was a long hallway will large identical doors on either side that seemed to continue indefinitely. Every door's white paint was cracked and peeling. Their doorknobs were in a variety of disarray ranging from tarnished to broken to just plain not there. Through the keyhole of any given door, one could see a neatly bed made and all other furniture covered in white sheets with a noticeably thinner layer of dust than other areas of the household.

It's isolation only added to anomalous existence. The hallways seemed too long and too thin. The doors were much too large for anyone of a normal height. Abandoned toys and furniture just sit useless as if the occupants just got up and left. Some food items could still be found in the pantry and dishes still set out on the dining table.

This house was the kind of house you felt like if you turned around you would find something new every time. Its enormity made you feel like it could swallow you whole and you would never find your way out. Maybe that was the intent of the architect. Or maybe it was repurposed. Either way it sent a definite chill down the spine of anyone who entered.

Someone...
A breeze lifted a piece of paper off the ground. And, as if Fate wanted to cause trouble, it brushed the nose of Someone. Someone was lifted from their dream with bleary eyes and a still-sleeping mind. Someone was quickly shaken from this half-dreaming state at the realization of five other presences in the room, five presences that were unfamiliar to them. Someone didn't think twice before starting to scream, particularly at a boy in close proximity to Someone.

"Get away from me!"


"Who are you?!"




Who are you?
Well, you're going to answer, aren't you? Just who are you?

The Leading One: Lance Mcalister will be played by @E D E L W E I S S

The Rebellious One: Genevieve will be played by @Amy3173

The Paranoid One: Rachel Way will be played by @RealisticFantasy

The Indifferent One: Mark Renaud will be played by @Pawz

The Romantic One: Adam Barone will be played by @TheGrimPickler

The Know-It-All One: Kierra will be played by @The Rogue Bro​

 

[Coyooot]

The room was dark, and a bit dusty at that. Adam slowly started to come back to. His first reaction was to sniff. It smelled not foul, but stale. Like he's been there for a long time. He cautiously opened one eye to look around. It was hard to see, but Adam started to make out some other figures, all laying on the floor. He opened his other eye, and decided there wasn't really a threat around him. "What the hell did I get myself into...?" He asked himself, scratching his head.


He started to get up, and was greeted by a sharp pain. "Ow! Jesus..." He lifted the right side of his shirt to reveal a purple welt, surrounded by a black bruise. "What the fuck?!" He tenderly touched the area, receiving pain with each touch. Adam put his shirt back down and reached into his pocket. "Well. I came prepared," he said surprised from touching two condoms. When he felt his phone, he rapidly pulled it out to find out where he was. To his disappointment, the screen was cracked, and the battery was not only dead, but gone. The whole back of his phone was missing. "Goddammit! This thing cost me like $400 bucks!"


He sat himself up tenderly onto the couch a few feet away. He looked out onto the other figures. He had no idea what was going on, but he sure as hell didn't like it. "On the bright side, that one's cute." He said, gesturing to one of the girls on the ground.

 

[E D E L W E I S S]

The back of his head was throbbing at a slow rate the moment he woke up; the pain he felt was strong and prominent, as if a dull knife was hacking back and forth at the base of his skull. Lance coughed once and wearily pushed himself off of the floor, managing to balance on wobbly feet. The blood flow on his legs had been previously restrained, making him feel tiny needles race along his skin. Before his vision can come into focus, the first thing he noticed was the smell.


He couldn't remember when was the last time he had encountered it; maybe three to four years ago, when he visited his grandmother's place after her funeral. Lancer, she used to call him that, he can still remember even if his memories were foggy. He remembered only a few things from that day, which is surprising considering the fact that he felt like he was close to her. But he couldn't be entirely sure. He couldn't even see her face. Her house was small and most of the furniture was covered with a huge, white cloth. When you lift up the sheets, motes of particles will burst and dance around the room, making you cough and sneeze. Old, musty, dead. That's what it used to smell like, the same as it was now. Lance's memories were starting to get foggy again. Was there really a funeral? A house? He wasn't entirely sure now. Maybe he had dreamt it all up.


When his vision returned to normal, he realized he wasn't alone. There were five of them, all dead to the world until now. From the empty pizza boxes and cans, Lance figured there must've been a party. But no, something is wrong. When he regained his sense of control, Lance walked over to the nearest figure sleeping on the couch. He peered at her face, then to the faces of the others. I, I don't remember. I don't know. Lance took a step back and almost tripped on the person on the floor. The faces were foreign, he doesn't know anyone of them. What the hell happened last night? Lance thought as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, did I just crash a really lame party last night, or did you guys kidnap me for some crazy, -hopefully not to sell my organs- reason?"

 

[Amy3173]

Genevieve, was out cold on the floor, in a musty, dark room. She jolted up as she came to and looked around in a panic. Her head immediately started pounding. She moved too fast and her vision almost blacked out.


Where in the name of God am I? she thought immediately, unable to find her voice. More importantly... who am I... What am I doing here? What's going on? Who the hell are these people? Gen looked around at the other five people in the room with her.


There was a blond boy staring at something in his hands, she couldn't tell what. The brunet boy was looking at someone else on the floor. She looked at both of them, unable to find words to ask the questions she wanted.


"W-what's going on?" she asked, brushing her brown curls away from her face. She slowly stood up, shaking slightly. Her head was still pounding and her body was weak. "Do any of you know what happened last night?"

 

[Pawz]

What happened? Where am I? Why does everything hurt? A groan came from one of the figures on the ground. Mark lifts his hand to his head, almost afraid to open his eyes. He could both hear and feel his heart pound in his head. Why can't I remember anything?! After awhile he finally opened his eyes. "Ugh." He groaned again, blinking the weariness from his eyes. He pushed himself up, resting his weight on his left hand.


He looked around at the others in the room, trying to register what was going on. The frown planted on his face only deepened when he noticed that 3 people were awake.


After adjusting his position so he was sitting cross-legged he looked around with an emotionless expression. Was there a party? Did I get caught up in stupid people's business again? Who the hell are these people and what are they looking at? Without meaning to he let out a soft yawn, increasing the pounding pain in his head.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Rachel Way

A breeze lifted a piece of paper off the ground as the teens started to shuffle around. And, as if Fate wanted to cause trouble, it brushed the nose of Rachel. She was lifted from her dream with bleary eyes and a still-sleeping mind. However, she was quickly shaken from this half-dreaming state at the realization of five other presences in the room, five presences that were unfamiliar to her. She didn't think twice before starting to scream, particularly at a boy in close proximity to and who was staring at her. "Get away from me! Who are you?!"


Sound familiar?







Rachel jumps to her feet, raising her fists to prepare for confrontation. She severely doubted she could take one of them, let alone five. She tries to take note of her surroundings and possible exits while still keeping tabs on all of them... Needless to say, it wasn't working too well. "Wh-what do you want with me? Who are you people? Where am I?" She was letting off a rapid fire of questions because she would either learn something or provide a distraction for an escape. And, either would be helpful at this point.

 

[Coyooot]

"I know I don't know. But I want answers..." Adam grumbled at the series of questions proposed by the teens. He scanned around the room and noticed that everyone here was just as delirious and afraid as everyone else. Then, he started thinking:


Wait a minute, there are three girls here and three guys. That means if we're trapped here and have to start anew, each of us has to reproduce with one of them. Well, I can't decide right now, but I can get on their good sides...





"Hey everyone, I know we're all scared, but I will personally see to it that everyone here is safe" he made eye contact with each of the girls, "You have my word. Anything you could need, just ask." He said this as seductively as he could. I mean, why the hell not? It might work with one of them... Oh man, I hope I didn't give any of the guys the wrong ideas.

 

[Amy3173]

Gen stumbled to the wall to support herself, her legs unable to support her weight. Her head started spinning in circles. She took a few slow, deep breaths and choked on the dust that flew off the wall. "Oh God..." she mumbled. She rubbed her eyes, hoping the pressure would cause the sharp pain to go away.


The blond boy's voice startled her from her migraine. She looked up at him and glared when he made eye contact with her. She gave a snort. "What do you suppose you're going to do about this? Do you even remember who you are?" She huffed, moving her hair out of her face. She slid down the wall and rested her head in her knees.


God, what the fuck is going on? Is this a dream? Is this real? What happened? I don't remember anything at all...


Out of anger and frustration, she hit the wall with her hand. She winced in pain, and thought to herself, Relax. This isn't going to help your situation Girl. Now think... who are you?

 

[The Rogue Bro]

Kierra had never been one for parties, preferring to sit alone with some iced tea and a book written by an ancient philosopher. But this is a special case. Not that she, nor the five other people in the room, knew of. And with a somewhat stifled yawn, she lifted herself from the creaking floorboards. Conveniently, she awoke right as somebody began to ramble on about protecting as well as helping everyone (all in a tone that made him sound as if he was looking for a date).


"Alright then," Her voice taking on a particularly accusing role, "What if I want answers? A reason I randomly find myself in a house full of strangers?" She had taken note of the four other prescence in the room, but denied to acknowledge them. After all, this guy intentionally brought all the attention to himself. But for what reason other than showing off? There was no time for speculation, as there was quite a mystery on Kierra's, and likely everyone else's, hands. To find out what was going on.

 

[Coyooot]

"I... Uh..." Adam struggled to respond, Crap! This one's a fiesty one.... He scrambled up a response, and tried to keep his cool, "Alright, you got me there. I don't have answers, but I'm not trying to hurt anyone." Cozying up to everyone, especially this one, seemed like the best thing to do. "Listen, I can tell you I didn't do anything, if I did, why would I have this?" He lifted up his shirt to show his wound, "If I did why wouldn't I be able to remember my damn name?!" He lost the point of wanting sympathy and was actually psyching himself out at this point. He was obviously worried, his face didn't hide it well either. Of course he was genuinely concerned about everyone else there, but he was also concerned for himself. And one of the best ways a Barone can calm down is to smooze on a couple ladies. Or men, there's been some Birones in the family, ain't nothing wrong with that. Of course, Adam doesn't know that, he can't even remember his name.

 

[The Rogue Bro]

"I guess that means we're all in the same place then." This fact was open to just about everyone and anyone by their confused faces and speech. Ok, all you need to do is think about it. Why would six teenagers wake up with no memory in a house ruled by mountains of dust? Her immediate thought was kidnapping, but it was quickly dismissed as none of them seemed to be bound, nor was there any visible guards. She slowly rolled back her shoulder in order to relax a bit, but was met with a sharp pain. Tapping the spot, she winced loudly as another sharp bolt of pain ran through her shoulder. I don't remember getting that... Nor do I... Really remember anything... She struggled to find valid thought on her situation, her mind wandering from terrorists to ransoms.

 

[Amy3173]

Gen's head was still spinning in circles. She felt like someone was poking her brains. It was making her nauseous. "Let's not talk so loud, okay?" she said, somewhat defensively. Their conversation wasn't helping her head. Their voices felt like screams to her, but they were merely talking a little louder than a person usually would. "Yelling at each other isn't going to help whatever this situation is." She could feel her attitude bubble inside her. Or maybe that was her stomach acids.


She tried standing up again, only to lose her vision. Her body starting going numb and she collapsed to the floor. Whatever happened to her - happened to them - seriously messed her up.

 

[Pawz]

Whats this guys deal?! It hasn't been ten minutes yet here he is already hitting on girls. Mark had always hid his emotions well, at least he thought, so this time was no different. Mark rolled his eyes, turning his attention to his pockets. Only half listening to what was going on around him, he looked over the objects that were in his pockets: a broken flip phone, some money, a car key, and a note that made him even more confused than before. After glaring at the objects he shoved them back into his pockets and looked around, still remaining silent.

 

[E D E L W E I S S]

Lance remained silent while the group voiced out their thoughts; thoughts which only made their situation as confusing as before. Everyone seems to be in the same boat as him, well, at least, they look like it. He wasn't entirely sure that he can trust them yet. As if by reflex, the brunet plunged his hand into his pocket and pulled out a pack of mints. He tore the wrapper open and popped one into his mouth while he continued thinking. When the sharp, cool taste reached his dry tongue, Lance suddenly stopped and stared incredulously at the pack in his hand. Whoa, how did I know that was there? I guess I must've really liked mints. After shoving the pack back into his pocket, he cleared his throat and clapped his hands once to get everyone's attention. Time to be in charge.


"Alright. Everyone calm down. So we don't know why we're here and we can't remember anything. What do you guys say we jet out of this creepy place, maybe go out and grab a drink or two to settle our thoughts. Then we'll talk and see if we still have our organs intact when we're all cooled off, yeah?" @Pawz @The Rogue Bro @RealisticFantasy Lance gave a shrug and offered a hand to the brunette who collapsed on the floor. "Hey, you okay? I mean, that's stupid. Of course you're not. But don't worry, I'll get us out of here and we'll figure everything out." @Amy3173 As he waited for her response, he turned his attention back to the group. "What do you guys have in your person? Maybe we'll find something that will help in our situation." He then gestured to the blond man who was obviously trying to hit on the girls a while ago. "And thanks for the offer to help buddy. May I have your word that you won't try to help double the population in this room anytime soon? Seriously." @TheGrimPickler

 

[Coyooot]

"Don't worry about it... I'm not getting anywhere anyway" Adam admitted. He was curious to see what this guy was planning. However, in his mind, he agreed that getting out of this hell hole should be their first priority. Looking around the room, it didn't seem like there was no escape. There were open hallways and windows. Well, boarded up windows. Extremely boarded up windows. But there were hallways. With hallways comes more room. Oh no, Adam's thinking again:





With more rooms comes more privacy, with more privacy comes another chance with someone here. I hope Mr. Leader-boy suggests that we split up.





Cheesy ploys to get women aside, Adam was truly scared. He had no idea where they were, and he feared that there truly wasn't a way out of this place.

 

[Amy3173]

Reluctantly, Gen accepted his offer and let him help her to her feet. "Does anyone else feel sick?" Gen asked, leaning heavily on the boy who helped her up. Her vision started to black out again, the pounding in her head was mimicking her heartbeat. The room felt like it was spinning.


Why am I so dizzy? No one else looks this bad. Maybe I'm just sensitive to whatever drug got us... Gen thought, trying to calm herself. The more she thought the more her head started to spin, and the more nauseous she got.


Maybe I'm just over reacting. Stop thinking about how sick you feel and start thinking about how much better you can be. If I can convince myself I am okay then maybe I'll be okay.


With her final thought, she started to distract herself by taking in the scene around her. The guy holding her had brown hair with eyes that matched. He obviously had some muscle, as he was able to hold her up. The boy - who was obviously a flirt - had sandy blond hair with hazel eyes. The other boy was also a brunet, but his eyes were blue. He looked more bored than scared... Gen thought.


The girl who was snapping at McFlirt had somewhat of an Asian look to her, the almond eyes and hair that matched. The other girl was a cute blonde with eyes that she couldn't really see. Gen's vision wasn't helping her see the people she was stuck with.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Rachel relaxes from her karate position, listening to the conversation bounce back and forth. She eyes each person suspiciously. I can't trust anyone of them. Not in a situation like this. I'll just have to keep to myself. That didn't mean she couldn't take the Captain's orders. She buried her hands into her pockets, producing a pocket notebook and pen. I hope I didn't draw these. Sure would say something about me as a person, she thinks as she flips through the book, pausing every so often to examine some of the most peculiar sketches. She shoves the notebook and pen into her back pocket. It might be useful for later.


She continues rummaging through her pockets and pulls out a social security card and a crumpled piece of paper. "Rachel Way..." she mumbles to herself. Is that me? It suddenly hit her that she had no idea who she was just like her peers. How odd that it would happen to all of them. She finally decides to speak up, "Maybe we all just drank ourselves into a stupor? Maybe our memories will return soon..." She says it quite confidently, but she doubted it herself. Lastly, she turns her attention to the crumpled piece of paper. Unraveling it reveals a single word that sends chills down her spine. Better keep this one to myself, she thinks as she shoves the paper back into her pocket.

Welcome.

 

[The Rogue Bro]

There seemed to be no obvious escape in sight, with windows sealed just enough to where you couldn't see out and light seeped in. All in all, the situation seemed pretty bad. But at least somebody seemed to be taking the lead, telling everybody to check their pockets as well as internal organs being intact. Hmm, to remove internal organs, it would take major lacerations to the abdomen to remove them, as well as the fact that we likely wouldn't have woken up if some were removed. There would also be the telltale sign of surgery, stitches, which would likely hurt. Then again, the drug they possibly used on us was enough to give us temporary, or possibly permanent, amnesia, so that rules out the pain factor.





Amid her thoughts, she decided to rummage through her pockets to see what she held. Her findings weren't much, as her pockets only held ten dollars, a phone without a battery, a wrinkled receipt to Walmart, and a sticky note with only two words legible: Cae and Wednesday. Damn, if only I could read this note. Perhaps it contains information regarding why I'm here or who I am? But I guess I'll never know. And never knowing something annoys Kierra.


Another possibility brought up was drinking themselves into stupor. Kierra easily ruled this out as they would have had to drink pretty heavily to give themselves amnesia, as well as the fact that the majority of them would look rather pale in the face. Aside from the one blonde girl that nearly passed out, alcohol wasn't a likely suspect for their symptoms. Of course, there were other drugs that cause both short and long term memory loss, but she wasn't ready to consider those possibilities. But nonetheless, she decided to share here internal finding. "While both organ traffickers and drinking into amnesia are both good guesses for why we're here, I personally believe that those possibilities are wrong. For one, if our internal organs were stolen, we likely wouldn't have woken up. And if we did wake up, we would likely be unable to function. And as for drinking, we would have to consume some pretty hefty amounts of alcohol to get the effect of amnesia, and I don't feel myself to be someone who drinks heavily. That added to the fact that we would barely be able to function from the hangover. But of course, that leaves the possibility that we're human trafficking victims or going to be burned in some satanic ritual."

 

[Pawz]

Mark's eyes lingered on the girl who sat against the wall a short distance away. They snapped away quickly though before she noticed his gaze. "Nothing useful." Mark said in a rough tone, speaking for the first time. He stood up slowly, trying to not make his head throb even more. With a short survey of the room his eyes settled on a long narrow hallway. With a shrug he started on what in his head he considered to be an adventure. What the hell is wrong with this house? He mentally growled, though keeping his normal bored expression. He walked to the end of the hall that ended abruptly, before turning on his heels to the left. He freed his left hand from his pockets and tried the door in front of him. Locked. He frowned before crouching down on his heels to peer through the keyhole. This house just keeps creepier by the minute.

 

[Coyooot]

"Wait, are we just going to walk in different directions?" Adam questioned, "We should at least team up or something. Or call each other things? I don't know about you guys, but I don't remember my name. Call me... Uh..." he looked around the room, trying to think of something. He didn't see much. There wasn't really anything in the room they were in besides dust. Dust everywhere. "Wait" "Call me Dust." he took a quick scan around the room and figured the most desperate *ahem* in need person in the room was the dame with a throbbing head. She was leaned against that leader-boy. Adam got up with some difficulty and walked over to her. He opened his mouth and tried his best to be as little flirtatious as he could be, "So, miss head-throb heart-throb. What do you want to be called?"

 

[Amy3173]

"Dust?" Gen asked. "You seriously want to be called 'Dust'?" She rolled her eyes at the blond boy. Gen took a long, shaky breath. He irritated her. She did not appreciate his attempts to woo her, no matter how attractive she thought he was (which was pretty up there).


She started to lean less on the boy she was using, and tried to stand more on her own. "Blondie does have a point. We should start giving ourselves temporary names."


She stuck her free hand in her pockets and pulled out a paper that gave her no insight on who she could be. She found a credit card with the name 'Joanna Dawson' and cringed. I hope that isn't who I am... she thought. "Genevieve..." she mumbled out loud to herself, pausing for a moment. "Call me Gen."

 

[Coyooot]

"That sounded genuine, you know your name? Huh..." Adam was a bit shocked, taken aback almost. He looked around the room, everyone else seemed to be unfaded. They were still focused on their own doings. "Well?" Adam started, "What all should we call each other? If you know you're name say it!" he yelled, a little frustrated at everyone's lack of interest. He reminded himself, I need to keep a level head. Getting frustrated will only make things worse. Adam couldn't help but get frustrated, his anxiety was high, and his patience running thin.


Then came the question about getting out in general. He didn't really know of a way, and from the sound he heard from the runaway, the doors are probably locked. No problem really, with all of them it wouldn't be too hard to break through a few doors.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Rachel lifts her head at the sound of shouting. Having been momentarily mesmerized by the contents of her pockets, she shakes her head and blinks a few times to regain focus on the task at hand. Name. Her name. She didn't particularly remember her name but she did remember a name. She fishes out the social security card and flashes it to the group that still remained nearby. "Rachel Way... I think anyway."


Not that the attention was turned on her, she felt exceedingly uncomfortable so she just offered a shy shrug to the on-lookers. "I-I don't know if that's me... But, it's a more than reasonable assumption, right?" She shifts her weight from her right foot to her left and back to her right, glancing around at the eyes burning into her soul. It's not like I'm lying or anything. So, why am I so nervous? ...I just don't trust them enough, I guess...

 

[Pawz]

Mark stepped back and peered at the door. His eyes darted back down the hall, catching a flicker of the conversation. How am I supposed to know my name? He growled quietly to himself, pondering. After a few minutes of hard thinking his head started to ache even more. Mark. He shrugged, not wanting to think more about it.


He turned his attention back to the door in front of him. A death glare was shot at the door knob, and Mark tried turning it again, just with more force. It didn't feel like the bolt holding it in place was strong, so he stepped back again and went over his options. With another shrug he gave the door a hard kick, causing the bolt to clatter loudly in place. The sound of wood cracking could be heard, giving the boy all he needed to try it again. With another hard kick, it shook even louder in place, making it clear that it could be easily broken open with one last kick.

 

[The Rogue Bro]

Kierra only sighed. Nothing in her pockets seemed to hint at her identity, save for the Walmart reciept, which was to crumpled to make out a signature. Although maybe if she looked a bit harder... "Ki ...erra... Kierra." While it was through pure luck that she was able to decipher her first name, there was a slim to none chance she would be able to figure out her first name.


While rediscovering what might have been her name gave her a sliver of truth, the truth in its whole, unabridged entirety. Nothing short of it would satisfy her until the answer was in front of her. The questions were headache inducing, constantly throwing her head into turmoil. Rubbing her temple with her fingers, she tried to stifle a worried expression. But her attention was quickly shifted to several loud creaks near her.


The door was clearly in a state of decay, shaking louder with each kick.


Two swift kicks to the door made it clear that with a third kick it would be brought down. "That's one way to open a door." Her voice was just a murmur against the groaning door. While the possibility of progress gave Kierra some hope, the noise only helped in worsening her headache. Maybe when we get out of this place, I can buy some IB Profen.