Futuristic Rise of the Alphas

[Eldarkon]

"So the new batch of test subjects have arrived?"


"Yes. They've been wiped as ordered and placed in the rooms as per protocol."


"Well, let's start the experiment..."


"Should I prep the serum now?"


"No today is all about observation. Let's see how these people act towards each other."


Everyone awakens to a faint buzzer that could be heard from all around. When you open your eyes you see a light blue tinted glass encircling you forming a sort of pill shape around your body. After a few seconds the glass opens and slides into plastic siding along the beds you all wake up in.


The buzzer seemed to be coming from the bed itself upon closer inspection. The bed itself was pill-shaped. It was white with white sheets and a single white pillow. You're dressed in a white and gray jumpsuit with your number sewn in black into the right shoulder area.


The room you are in is a small square room with white walls and two doors along the head of the bed. One of the doors leads to a small bathroom with a toilet and a shower. The other door leads to a closet that contains more jumpsuits with your number sewn in. Inside the bathroom, on top of the back of the toilet was a single rectangular object, it was wrapped in a gray wrapper with only the text FOOD on it in big black letters.


Whether you choose to eat it or not, when you return to your room a single tone could be heard from the white ceiling as a voice speaks out.


"Greetings," The female, robotic-like, voice says your number. "I am the Voice and I am here to guide you through your life here. As you noticed there is a bar of food in the bathroom, please make sure to eat. Once you finish eating you will be allowed into the Rec Room to interact with your other Numbers. I will not answer any questions. I must also warn you that you need to listen to what I say or severe consequences will ensue. This is your life, this has always been your life, and always will be your life."


Something about the Voice stirs feelings of calmness and obedience. You're unsure why you feel like the Voice is telling the truth about how this is all you've ever known. It just feels that way, something in your mind is telling you to obey and listen to this Voice*.


Upon eating a door opens on the wall at the foot of the bed leading you into a decagon room. The door you come out of has your number on it and closes after you leave your room. In the white room sat three tables with five chairs around each one. Sitting on one of the tables was a deck of cards and a slip of paper explaining what they are and various games that can be played with them. Also in the room stood two treadmills off to the side, closest to the doors with the numbers Two and Three. A piece of paper hung on the wall telling you how to operate the machinery.

 

[Eldarkon]

10 was vary upset to be awoken so suddenly. The buzzer made him angry, for he loathed loud and annoying noises, but he was awake now. giving an angry sigh and grunt he jumped out of bed, not bothering to make it afterwads. doing things like that was unnecessary to him, although he didnt even know who "Him" was. when he looked around the room it made him even more angry, seeing that he did not recognize his surroundings.


It disturbed him, all these questions. Who am I? Where am I? How did I get here? Whats going to happen to me?.He thought about this for a few minutes, banging his fist on the wall. It was solid white brick, no use smashing his way out. His long black messy hair was in his face, he needed a shower. he then realized that he was in a back and grey jump suit jump suit. it was vary tight on him, showing off his athletic build quite well. A voice then spoke out from the ceiling, finally some answers.


The voice only gave him more questions, and what did she mean my numbers? looking at his door he saw the number 10 in black futuristic text, labeling his room. 10 huh, that was his name. At least for now. Looking to his bathroom he saw the package of food the voice talked about. 10 was not hungry, but he did need a shower. entering the bathroom he looked at himself in the mirror. his face was somehow familiar to him, and it caused him to calm down a little. he realized that although his memories were gone, he still had his personality, for the moment at least.


taking off his jumpsuit he turned on the shower. he felt the hot water on his skin, which made him feel more relaxed. if he was going to stay here, was going to at least enjoy himself. jumping into the shower, his muscles loosed up, causing him to relax. at the side of the shower, he noticed two white bottles labled "Soap" and "Shampoo" Somehow he knew what they were. it seems that they left the memories of what things were and how they worked, but not his past events or the people he knew before.


He quickly cleaned himself, putting on the shampoo and body wash and rinsing it out. Stepping out of the shower a warm but strong breeze came from all directions of the room, drying him off in an instant. Putting his jumpsuit back on he decided that it would be a good idea to join the others in the rec room that the voice spoke of. when he came close to the door that exited his room, it rose to his presence. He walked out into the rec room, his hands in his pockets, his eyes closed and a calm look on his face. he wanted to know how many more numbers there were. surely there were ten, but were there more?

 

[Yennefer]

A dream is a beautiful thing that composes of an individual's most potent imaginations. It is a place of escape, a place of peace; and even though one knows nothing of what they are truly dreaming of, a feeling of familiarity can always be felt in the ever changing realm of sleep. It is truly unlike the world of reality, especially the one seven woke up to by a faint buzzing noise that somewhat reminded the girl of a small humming yellow insect. "A bee..." She whispered as she gingerly rose from her white-pill shaped bed, rubbing her tiredness away. She looked around at her surroundings, still entranced by the drowsiness of her slumber whilst noting the unfamiliar white walls that surrounded her. Was she still dreaming? Was she still in the grasps of a reverie? Still within the confines of an ever changing fantasy world? No, no she wasn't. She couldn't feel its familiar touch, its peaceful embrace. Then it hit her. She wasn't dreaming anymore and worst of it all, she couldn't remember a thing. With a faint gasp, she instantly gained a spike of energy that fueled her once calm mind to create a plethora of questions. What is this place? Where am I? WHO am I? Question after question, the lass grew more uneasy.


She tentatively rose out of bed, still scanning her surroundings with skeptic eyes, and made her way slowly to the edges of the room. She placed her soft hand on the wall's smooth surface while the other arm hugged her body tightly as it felt another unfamiliar object that seemed to be some sort of fabric that she knew nothing of. She looked down and noted her tight jumpsuit that hugged her frame, another question forming to the ever growing list in her head. She mumbled to herself for a bit until she was cut off by a soothing voice that still somewhat frightened the girl.


"Peculiar..." She replied mainly to herself as it finished, glancing over to the other side of her room. Seven followed the orders of the unknown voice, though hesitantly, and headed to one of the rooms that connected to hers, a room of what seemed to be the bathroom. She looked at the bland tray of grub that was placed on top of the toilet and frowned at the contents. For some reason, she felt that she had had better before but her disgruntlement was mainly towards the placement of her only food on top of a lavatory. She ate the prison like nourishment begrudgingly and then proceeded to bathe noting the familiar feeling of wanting to be clean all of a sudden. After she finished, she looked at the fog smothered mirror and wiped it clean with her bare hands to take a good look of what she looked like. "Short hair... I kind of like it." She said smiling, feeling the familiarity of her soft countenance.


She went out of the bathroom, clean and satisfied, but still a little bit apprehensive about what she was going to do next. On the other side of the door that separated her from the "Rec Room" was a room full of people she knew nothing of. Who are these "others"? A questioned formed again in her head. Are they friend or foe? Another yet again. She gulped it all down and with a head held high, she sauntered forward towards the unknown.


To her surprise she only saw one individual. Tall, intimidating, frightening but another person. Though she could not asses at all if he was friend or a foe she nonetheless swallowed the warnings and greeted the fellow.


"Hello, I am..." She grew silent. She was going to say her name but she couldn't remember it. It was at the tip of her tongue. It was as if tasting something very familiar but knew not its flavor. "...Seven." She quietly finished. "I am seven." She repeated again, smiling mainly to herself of how funny it sounded.


@Akio Chikara

 

[Megadonkey30]

T h r e e

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The buzzing was annoying, though it succeeded in it's mission to awake the boy, his eyes groggily opening he would sit up, his left hand holding up his tired body as his free hand rubs against his right eye as little crusties become removed from it. Letting out a groan, he would swing his feet off the bed, as they hit the floor he would lean forward. His annoying black hair would also follow as he sits up, and eventually stands, his legs stiff but full of enough energy to allow him to survive whatever this is... Whoever he is.. what this is, or.. who?


The boy would look around the white room in a sudden daze, a million questions flash through his mind though none are spoken aloud, seeing nothing out of the place.. unless the walls are suppose to have color, though he assumes they aren't due to their present state. Moving over to the closest door, Three would open it, full of ugly jumpsuits he would examine each one, moving each jumpsuit slightly to the right, his left hand moving down his own jumpsuit the number "three" on each shoulder jumps out as he looks down at his on clothing, more of the same.. how boring.. he figured nothing here excites him, nothing flashes in his head that gives him warmth or a feeling of joy, though nothing gives him sorrow. He thinks for a moment as he slowly closes the door, the word "Emotion" flashed through his head though.. what is it?


A familiar feeling moves throughout him as he scowls, headed to the other door he would open it. The bathroom.. a toilet that also masqueraded as a kitchen, a shower, and a sink all accompanied the room and even with all these things it felt boring. Dull.. Uninteresting.. His scowl faded as he turned to the mirror, looking at himself he looked rather young, and even younger when his lips lifted into a neutral unemotional state. His hands easily move towards the handle of the sink, unsure of how he knew that water would come out of it, surely enough he was right. Moving his hands under the cold water he would collect some, moving it to his face shortly after as he half scrubs and half soothes his head. Letting out a yawn as he moved a sleeve over his wet face drying it. The boy turns towards the toilet, reaching out with a hand to collect the bar labeled as food. Looking down at the toilet his lips curl into a curious smirk, his eyes lift back towards the food bar. Slowly opening one end of the bar, he would slowly walk out of the bathroom his attention grabbed by his breakfast as he begins to wonder what it exactly is.


"Greetings, Three" The female, robotic-like, voice would state. "I am the Voice and I am here to guide you through your life here. As you noticed there is a bar of food in the bathroom, please make sure to eat. Once you finish eating you will be allowed into the Rec Room to interact with your other Numbers."


Three would look down at his bar of food as he breaks off a corner and moves it to his mouth, nodding he would listen softly. "What are we- er- me? /My/ other numbers? What is this?" He would ask, his voice soft and almost androgynous if not for his tight jumpsuit.


"I will not answer any questions. I must also warn you that you need to listen to what I say or severe consequences will ensue. This is your life, this has always been your life, and always will be your life."


Three would frown as he repeats his own name, or letter.. " Three " he says half annoyed. " A number? I don't understand.." He states, not expecting an answer he would sit upon the edge of his bed, breaking off another piece of the bar of food, moving it to his mouth as he begins to chew it, leaning back on his stiff bed, he would look up at the ceiling, if not for the buzzing he would enjoy going back to sleep; though thoughts moved easily in his head as he relaxes. Breaking off another piece, he moves it to his mouth.

 

[Eldarkon]

10 observed the rec room intently with his cosmic blue eyes, trying to find some kind of escape, exit, or at least a way to the outside world. But all he could find were the furnature and 9 other labeled doors *so i guess there are 10 experiments in total, including myself* he thought before crossing his arms and leaning on the wall. The walls, ceiling and floor were the same as In his room, so no use breaking out


Suddenly, a slightly younger woman approached him. She seemed quite average, except with her short white hair and her dark red eyes witch made her stand out. *so I guess im not the only one that refers to themselves by their number* he thought, listening to her greetings.


Smiling he wanted to make a good first impression, since he could be staying with this woman for a while "we'll, if we're naming ourselves after our numbers, I guess im 10" for now he was going to play nice "it's nice to see that im not alone"


@Yennefer

 

[Yennefer]

Seven offered her warm smile in reply though deep down she couldn't help but not trust him nor anyone else here, if they showed themselves that is. It was mainly out of precaution but in this particular case, with his reply, he seemed to be in the same boat as she was so she couldn't help but offer empathy. "The feeling is mutual." She said after. She looked around to take a good look of what room they where in. "The rec room..." She thought silently. It looked bland, same as the other room but more spacious and more doors. She discerned there were more "numbers' as she looked at her company once again, eyeing him secretly with a facade of yet another warm smile and then shortly looking back at the doors. She moved beside him making sure she didn't offer him her vulnerable backside and rested on the wall next to him. "I take it you can't remember anything as well?" She questioned rather soothingly as she looked at his rigid face for a sign of some expression.


"What do they want from us...?" She questioned though bitterly and void of the soothness she had before.


@Akio Chikara

 

[Megadonkey30]

The door with the number "3" would slowly open, it's mechanisms not entirely quiet, though not loud enough to disturb anyone. The boy would look outwards at the "Rec Room" his hazel eyes not impressed. The two numbered inhabitants that shared Three's world presumably with the "Voice" hanging about somewhere caught his attention. A man and lady, hiding his favored scowl he would replace it with a questioning smirk. Emerging from the door he would reach his hands up to his hair as he gently, and without much thought puts it into a neat bun, his hair out of his face finally.


"Whatever they want I already don't like it." A small hint of amusement is evident as he moves to stand next to [Seven], his eyes dart from the man to her. Standing short at five feet and four inches the almost child looking figure would move his eyes upon Seven's shoulder, than at her face. He gives her a lighthearted smile that sticks with him as he looks over at the man, nodding his head finally, his tongue begins to work once more. "It seems I was named Three, it is my pleasure to meet you lesser numbers."


Upon that he would break off another piece of his food bar, almost finished, but not quite.


@Yennefer


@Akio Chikara

 

[Ineptitude]

Five



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Five's bright yellow eyes immediately fluttered open at the sound of the buzzer, her surprisingly sensitive hearing easily catching the loud and redundant noise. Blinking once or twice out of her sleep-induced haze, she slowly but surely sat up on the right side of the bed, her hand almost instinctively reaching out in front of her to grab onto something, only to catch nothing but air. Gradually retracting her hand, she stared down at it's rough and callous texture as she found herself wondering. 'What was I reaching for?' Five thought, confused by her actions before realizing some more important things that she needed to address. 'Then again, who am I? Where am I?' As the amnesiac pondered, mind conjuring up more and more questions as time flew by, each one slowly becoming more ridiculous than the one before it, her head suddenly snapped up at the sound of a feminine, almost robotic voice echo throughout the small room she had found herself in.


"Five?" The young woman accidentally questioned out loud, inquisitive about the way she was referred to by the Voice, as she decided to call it, before her eyes caught sight of what she was wearing, and she gasped softly in mild shock. She was most certain that she has never worn such a skintight jumpsuit in her life, though ironically enough, she could not remember a single thing that had happened to her before she woke up in bed.


Shaking away the negative thoughts that were beginning to crawl into her mind, Five slapped her two hands to her cheeks, effectively waking herself up and, intentionally or unintentionally, causing a determined look to enter her bright yellow eyes. "There's enough time to think about this later, right now, I need to evaluate the situation." She muttered underneath her breath as she stood up from her bed, her bare feet making contact with the cold floor, causing a shiver to run down her spine, goosebumps starting to form along her arms. That moment was ruined, however, when her stomach decided that it was nigh time to let the world know of it's hunger, resulting in the woman freezing in place.





"But not after a quick snack! And maybe a shower!" Five stated cheerfully as she skipped her way towards the bathroom, where she would freshen herself up and, oddly enough, eat her fill. Slamming the door open, the first thing that the young woman noticed was the bar labeled "FOOD" on top of the toilet, which admittedly was the worst place to ever put anything remotely edible on. "Whoever's running this joint really needs to be careful where they put their food." She muttered as she began to unwrap her breakfast, and almost immediately bit into it without an ounce of hesitation.


The taste that had assaulted her mouth could only be described as unpleasant. 'Whole Wheat Bread, Non-dairy Cheese, Raw Carrots, Spinach, Seedless Raisins, Great Northern Beans, Vegetable Oil, Tomato Paste, Powdered Milk, and Potato Flakes.' Five's mind instantly labeled the ingredients used in the loaf, as though she was supposed to know such things. Of course, the young woman had no idea where her inherent knowledge on food had come from. She nearly choked as she continued to eat what could only be labeled as cruel and unusual punishment, if only because she hated wasting sustenance. Besides, at least it was healthy.

 

[Daniel Carmichael]

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What is this?


What am I?


WHO am I?


Where am I?


How am I? I think I'm doing fine.


Those other questions, I think, are harder, thought Two as he lingered in bed. Oh yeah, and one more question:


how can I stop that annoying buzzer?


After laying there for what seemed like ten minutes, Two remembered that a buzzer in bed usually meant you had to wake up-


How do I know this?


and reluctantly rose out of bed. As soon as this happened, the alarm stopped. His interest piqued, he experimentally tried lying down again, only to have the buzzing noise reappear. Uttering a loud groan, he got out of bed and observed the room around him. Another word came to him somehow: white. At least, that was the first word that came to his mind. Everything in his room seemed to be it. Everything, that is, but a small bar on a nearby nightstand, another word he knew somehow. Other words he ew that could be used to describe objects in the room that soon came to mind were as follows:


Walls.


Ceiling.


Floor.


Table.


Chair.


Door.


How do I know all these words? Two wondered, and while he was busy wondering this, a voice resounded through the room.


"Greetings, Two. I am the Voice and I am here to guide you through your life here. As you noticed there is a bar of food in the bathroom, please make sure to eat. Once you finish eating you will be allowed into the Rec Room to interact with your other Numbers. I will not answer any questions. I must also warn you that you need to listen to what I say or severe consequences will ensue. This is your life, this has always been your life, and always will be your life."


Should I trust this voice?


Maybe I should.


Is there anyone else to trust?


Since the voice came from the ceiling, Two wondered if there was another voice that came from the ground. For a brief moment, he put his ear to the ground instead but heard nothing.


I might as well trust the ceiling, he thought.


So Two walked over and unwrapped and ate the food, just like the ceiling told him to. It didn't taste very well.


Are there foods that taste better, he thought?


Two was very curious about everything, especially since he knew almost nothing. But some questions took a long while to answer. He was better off being the strong silent type. And he was very curious so that made him a little sad a lot of the time.


Wait, how did he know all these things?


Were they told to him before now?


He couldn't really remember anything before now.


He looked up and suddenly realized the door was open.


Was he finished eating?


He must be.


The voice had said there were other numbers.


And since he had nothing better to do, Two decided to go outside and see what they were like...

 

[jmcknight08]

Eight


The sound of buzzing woke the girl up slowly but definitely surely. She felt her body tingle of sleep before she gained the energy and will to get out the, what she declared uncomfortable, bed. Her dark eyes scanned the room she found herself in. It was plain, but clean. She stood beside the bed, wondering if she should even bother making it. As of now, her instincts were telling her not to waste any time.

"Where even am I?" Eight's voice was raspy, cold but demanding. she almost startled herself with the loudness of her voice. She remembered what it was like- no she didn't. She raised a single dark eyebrow, she didn't remember anything. She crossed her arms, now taking notice of the jumpsuit she wore. She was short, with a small frame so she wasn't all the surprised when it fit quite loosely on her. She examined it from where she stood, looking down at the material. 8.


She looked up, stepping back listening to the voice that spoke from the ceiling. She followed it's orders without much question. Thought Eight was cautious, she knew it was best to just do as she was told until she could wrap her head around what was going on. When she'd made her way to the bathroom, she'd found herself looking in the mirror. She knew was eighteen, maybe nineteen, but her face looked much younger and her size didn't do much to help the argument. She bit her lip, her appearance wasn't what she was worried about, still, she wished that it would bring something back, she just wanted to understand.


She stripped herself of the jumpsuit and jumped into the shower, the warm water bringing a newfound comfort. She felt the tension in her body fade away, she'd cleaned herself off with the soap and shampoo provided. Rinsing herself carefully before reluctantly stepping out, drying off and putting the jumpsuit back on. She took the package of food the voice spoke of when she returned to the first room. She broke off pieces of it and ate, eventually deciding she wasn't hungry and leaving it behind. She made her way out another door, peeking into the rec room.


Eight was surprised to see others were already there, she kept a neutral expression, taking careful steps to where the others were. She spoke with her monotone but loud voice, "Hey, I'm Eight."

 

[Killorkiller]

Nine


Nine woke in a cold sweat, his shirt damp against his back as he lay in an unfamiliar place, sitting up right almost instantly he strangly could not remember what he was dreaming of. This cause him to get light headed for a second or two but that soon passed, Looking around the room Nine could only think of questions. Who am I? Why am I here? Where am I? Whats going on? There was little to nothing on the interior of the room to give any hits towards the answers of these questions, only the word Nine written in some font of text that looked strange. "Hmm, Nine. Well its as good a name as any." Nine said to himself as he got out of bed and stood up, as he did so his body seemed to move on its own as he cracked his neck and started stretching his arms and legs, when Nine realized what he was doing he stopped. It was not that it hurt or anything, it was that he had done those things without thinking about it, like it was something he had done for years before but the memories where gone.


Suddenly a voice spoke seeming to come from the wall, this startled Nine causing him to drop into a defensive crouch reflexively. Nine stayed crouch until the voice was done speaking, he had never been one to trust easily but with the voice he could not help but want to do what it said. Deciding it would be better to face the day and all it held with something in his belly, Nine walked over to the food bar and ate half. Nine then made his way to the bathroom, reaching the sink he slashed water on his face and repaired for the day. As he looked up he saw his own face staring back with brown pools, some how his face seemed familiar yet alien. As he stood looking at himself in the mirror Nine heard the door slide open to revel the rec room.


Nine approached the door carefully, he ha no idea what was out there. Reaching the door he looked out, what he saw was the other numbers, or more rather the other people, around the room he saw other doors labeled with numbers. Leaving his room, he said nothing to no one and leaned against the wall next to his door.

 

[Grammatic]

4


Just as 4 finished eating the FOOD, his head snapped around, hearing the door of his cell opening. Tossing the last of the FOOD into the trash bin, 4 walked towards the door, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. Whatever it was, it was an extremely bland taste, and what little flavor he got from it were disgusting. Shaking his head, he turned his attention to the new area.


Walking from the bathroom, 4 followed the sound of a strange buzzing, until he came to a open door. Outside, several other people were moving about, and 4 stopped in his tracks. Ducking his head back in, he walked out hesitantly, his fingers constantly flexing and bending, a nervous tick it seemed. Looking at all the people, 4 suddenly felt light headed, and turned back to go to his room, just as the door slid closed. Letting out a sound similar to a growl, 4 punched the door in agitation, letting his hand hang to his side as the throbbing set in.


Turning around, he put his back to the door he entered from, and slowly slid down, his legs crumbling until he sat on the floor, with his head against the wall. Taking a deep breath, he looked around the room one more time, before waving his hand briefly. "Well, hi, I guess. I suppose my name is 4."

 

[Ineptitude]

Five



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As soon as she finished eating her first meal of the day, Five immediately gagged at the bland and disgusting taste of what she now appropriately named to be Prison Food. For some odd reason, the young woman simply felt as though it fit perfectly. Crumpling the wrapper into a ball within her hands, she threw it into the small trash bin next to the sink, which, of course, led to her bright yellow eyes catching sight of the mirror that hung above it, and in extension, what was reflected on it's smooth surface.


"I have to admit, I look pretty good." Five stated as she scrutinized her appearance with a critical eye, looking at herself up and down. Her slender, yet rough and callous fingers traced the shape of her face, threaded through her long and wavy wine red hair, and ran along the curves of her surprisingly muscular physique. "Yup, not bad at all." She chirped cheerfully, feeling somewhat proud of herself for possessing such a well-endowed figure. And no, she was most certainly not vain for thinking such a thing. She was just giving herself the appreciation she definitely deserved, even if it was from herself.


"Well, I guess I could wash up later." Five muttered to herself as she took a quick glance towards the shower, idly remembering the words of the Voice. "It did say that there were others, right?" She wondered, eager to meet the other people in the facility with her, not even once stopping to think that they didn't share the same sentiments as her. Leaving the bathroom along with her room itself, she came face to face with several other people of different ages wearing nearly the exact same jumpsuits as herself, if not for the number sewed onto the side of the torso.

 

[Eldarkon]

10 could only just stare at the woman, leaning against the wall. She looked only a bit younger than him, but it was strange to him why she had white hair. but looks did not matter at the moment, first he needed to know who she was and where they were "My guess is as good as yours. maybe we should wait, i have a feeling that others will come"


He couldn't help but notice that more people were joining them in the room. people of all ages, size and gender. multiple people came up to greet him and 7, while others minded their business and looked around. the ones that greeted them were the numbers 4 and 8. both were in their late teens by their looks. "Greetings you two. My name is 10 and this is 7" he greeted them with a smile. he again wanted to make a good first impression.


After greeting 4 and 8, 10 looked around the room to see who else was there. there were two males and one female. the two men looked older than him, but he was much taller than them. so far it seemed that he was the tallest there. But the woman caught his eye the most. she looked about his age and had a vary petite physique and red hair that made her stand out more than the others. for some reason, 10 found her extremely attractive, but he wouldn't do anything until he was sure of who she was or where they were. as he said, looks didn't matter at the moment

 

[jmcknight08]

Eight


The girl eyed up the others. Her dark orbs taking a second to examine each of the other men and woman that stood in the rec room alongside her. She found them all to be interesting in their own way, but still not enough to really think about them over herself. Her thoughts wandered, wondering what the point was, she wondered who put them there. Why herself and ten others were here, what they were going to do. She figured they wouldn't be hanging out in a pathetic, bland rec room they were in right now.

"Does anyone know anything?" Eight was right to the point with the question, asking the entire group. It was as if her voice cut the air. Her arms crossed as she leaned her back against the wall. She doubted that anyone knew anymore than she did, she figured they heard the same voice as she did when she had waken up. In assuming this, she realized her question was pointless.


The pale, dark haired girl tilted her head. 10, 7, 3, 5, 9, 2, and 4 were the numbers she'd managed to pick out. The group seemed to range in both age and size. She thought 3 looked like the youngest, she couldn't pinpoint an age though. She figured she stood in the middle of the spectrum as far as age, but she was definitely the shortest one. Her height of 5'1 must have made her look tiny. She didn't doubt her intimidation factor.


Eight kept a blank expression. Trying to figure it out. So badly did she want a single answer. She uncrossed her arms. Stretching them out infront of her before crossing them and returning them to their position across her chest.

 

[Killorkiller]

Nine


Nine realized that the other people in the room where the only other people he could remember seeing in a very long time. He decided it was in his best interest to get to know these people, pushing off of the wall he stood up straight, "Well i guess my name is Nine." With that he walked over to where the one that called himself Four was, as Nine walked across the room he looked at each person, the seemed to be different, every single one of them. It was the most likely that they all had no memory of anything before they woke up a few minutes ago, that being said, whatever they where here for it would be important to have friends and allies that could aid you. That was where the one named Four came in, walking up to Four, Nine spoke, "Hey, my name's Nine, your Four right?"


@ArisenMoon

 

[Yennefer]

Seven could only nod in reply. Ten's answer didn't really satisfy her curiosity and pressing anymore questions would have annoyed her companion more than anything else so she opted to remain quiet instead whilst standing up straight and giving a small soft sigh as she looked over the room once more. From the corner of her eye seven caught a smaller figure approaching them from one of the many doors littering the room. He was a tad bit shorter than she was, about shoulder length, and had a charming smile that fit him well. Three was his number. Seven couldn't help but respond with an authentic small chuckle that rarely escapes her lips towards his boyish greeting. He reminded her of someone but she couldn't remember whom, a relative maybe? Then came more, numbers Four and Eight to be precise. The one named four was tall, almost the same height as Ten but a tad bit shorter. Eight stood as nearly as tall as three but not quite, making her the shortest of them all.


They seemed friendly, though seven couldn't really trust herself at the moment. For some reason she felt out of her element. Not knowing anything was making her feel extremely uneasy and it build up more as other numbers began to flood the room. So she kept silent as a response, thanking ten silently as he introduced them both to the others.


Uncomfortable with the situation, seven left the small group to themselves, sauntering forward to examine the room more thoroughly. It was honestly pointless for its architectural design looked the same as the room before, but the walking calmed her mind as she assessed the situation in peace.


"So lets assume that this voice is right. This is my home, was my home, so on and so forth..." She paused to think, placing one of her soft hands on her chin. "Then why the amnesia?" She whispered to herself as she neared the other side of the room. "Something in me wants to obey, to listen, but I can't help but question..." She thought to herself as she hugged her body tightly. "It just doesn't make sense..."

 

[Ineptitude]

Five



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A few moments after Five had left her room, if you could even call it that, she immediately felt an intense stare boring into her figure, resulting in her narrowing her bright yellow eyes by a fraction. Sharply turning her head, she blinked once, then twice, as she locked gazes with a young man around the same age as her, give or take a few years away. 'Why is he staring at me so intensely, though?' She wondered within her mind, her child-like curiosity immediately reflecting onto her expressive eyes, which gleamed a malicious gold underneath the light.


Deciding to throw all caution to the wind without a single ounce of hesitation, Five soon found herself making her way over to the young man, whom she identified to be Ten by the number sewed onto his jumpsuit, with a skip to her steps. Skillfully weaving her way around the admittedly small amount of people outside of their own rooms, the young woman eventually managed to get to Ten, standing directly in front of him.





"Hi! I'm Five!" The words easily flowed out of her mouth with a cheerful tone to it, a smile gracing Five's lips once she had finished her introduction. Taking a moment to observe the man in front of her, she noticed that he was very tall, well, much taller than her anyway, that his skin was a pale ivory, his hair was a pitch black, and his eyes were a bright blue. Which was quite the contrast from her own colorful appearance. "You're Ten, right?" She asked rhetorically with a tilt to her head, already knowing the answer to her question.


@Akio Chikara

 

[jmcknight08]

Eight sighed, her question fading into the background of the awkward interactions between the others. She watched as one of the girls made a quiet exit from the group. Perhaps this girl wasn't interested in talking, or maybe she was actual curious and interested in what was beneath the surface of what was shown to them. She kept her gaze on the woman, catching a glimpse of the number on her jumpsuit to remember her name. Seven.

She peeled herself off the wall, carefully and casually making her way out of the small group that still lingered and now towards the other woman. Eight couldn't help but find her appearance captivating, her short hair made her look more sophisticated in a way. She gave off a vibe that didn't push Eight away at all. She couldn't pinpoint how old she was, but she figured that she'd act friendly, there wasn't a reason not to.





"None of this makes sense." Eight said as she approached, over hearing Seven speak to herself. The things the girl had said out loud were questions that had jumped in and out of Eight's thoughts. She was getting really skeptical about everything, the people, the voice, even the boringness of the rooms, "I'm sure we could both agree that we deserve some answers."


@Yennefer

 

[Eldarkon]

10 was stunned for a few moments, seeing the girl directly in-front on him. he could see her much more clearly now, looking into her almost glowing golden eyes. her skin was much more tan than he thought. she was truly stunning, and had a vary colorful and cheery appearance. looking down at her jumpsuit, he did notice that her number was indeed 5. *looks like everyone is calling themselves by their numbers


After hearing her question about if his name was 10, he decided to answer her question. "yes, my name is 10. nice to meet you 5". he was still confused on why she came up to him. did she catch him staring? he only was looking for a few seconds. did she find him attractive? he had now idea "so 5, what lead you to come talk to me. there are a number of people in this room, not that i dont appreciate you coming that is" he asked her.


@Maiza Avaro

 

[Yennefer]

A voice who shared the same questioning doubt as Seven broke the lass from her reverie. She turned to face Eight approaching her, saying words that seven couldn't help but nod in agreement. She gave a double take on the girl as she neared, noting her height once more and her midnight hair. She was appealing so to say, but looks was the last thing on Seven's mind. "I take it you can't remember anything as well?" Seven echoed the same question she asked Ten to the girl, hoping for a better answer. "What do you think happened? or better yet, what do you think will happen?" She inquired more, putting emphasis on key words. She gave a short glance to the group they had both left and then traversed her eyes to the other numbers that kept to themselves as she waited. Finally she fixed them back on her company. "It seems like no one here knows anything at all." She added, though more to herself. "If I had to take a guess, either something bad happened to us or something bad will happen..." She said with a deadpan expression. "I guess you can call me pessimistic." She added with a short chuckle.


@jmcknight08

 

[Ineptitude]

Five



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"Well, you were staring at me, right? Or was it someone else?" Five questioned him with a curious tilt of her head, beginning to wonder if she was mistaken about her observation. While there were only a few people around, it was quite likely that she got the wrong person, but she was absolutely sure that it was Ten who had stared at her so intensely. "You seem like a really nice person anyway, Ten.” She stated with pure honesty, unknowingly complimenting the man that stood right in front of her.





@Akio Chikara

 

[Eldarkon]

10 was really nervous now "Oh, you noticed that" he was now blushing and starting sweating a bit. he had no idea what to say to her. he leaned back into the wall just a bit more, and shrugged a bit. there was no use lying to her, so he might as well tell her the truth. "yes, i was staring at you. your red hair and golden eyes caught my eyes and i couldn't help myself" this let a big burden off his shoulders, and he let out a deep breath through his nose "I never ment to make you feel uncomfortable 5. i apologize if i did" he then smiled at 5 "and thanks for the compliment"


@Maiza Avaro

 

[jmcknight08]

The small girl shook her head, closing her eyes for a moment that ended up being maybe too long. She put her hands on her hips, opening her eyes again. She couldn't even force a single memory, like the others, there was nothing left. "it's just gone, you know. It feels like there weren't any memories to begin with." She despised feeling so useless and empty, vulnerable.

Eight liked the way the other girl spoke. She seemed smart, or maybe Eight just wanted to feel like someone understood her. As it seemed, Seven did understand her. Eight felt the overwhelming feeling of loneliness fade away, but what still remained was the mysterious vibe that lingered in the room, the endless questions and the plain old discomfort.





"I wish I could tell you what happened. I believe that it's going downhill from here." Eight let out a small laugh, realizing that she too had a negative attitude on the matter. She trusted her instincts though, she felt as if nothing good could come from waking up without memories and being shoved into a room of other people who were just as lost as the next. "I don't blame you for the pessimism. I really don't feel all that great about this situation either."


@Yennefer

 

[Yennefer]

Seven watched her companion carefully as she closed her eyes and focused on what seemed to be some sort of concentration in an attempt to surface a memory. When her attempts were in vain, Seven offered a reassuring smile to the girl, but for some reason, feelings of disappointment lingered behind her mind; the sliver of hope vanishing away as the girl named eight expressed her dismay. Seven continued to listen though, hearing answers she knew would come out of Eights mouth. It seemed the lass was frustrated as well. For some odd reason, this comforted Seven knowing she wasn't alone.


"Well, let's try not to dwell on it. It won't serve us any good in figuring out why we are all in this peculiar situation." She looked at eight and smiled warmly. "It reassuring though, to know that I am not alone, of feeling apprehensive that is." She stopped to ponder. "You know how the saying goes 'Safety in numbers'-" Seven cut herself short, widening her eyes as she attempted to focus on the source of the memory as well. She just remembered something! An idiom! But where did it come from? She couldn't remember at all!As fast as it came, it left with greater speed.


Seven sighed in annoyance and looked back at Eight smiling rather tiredly. "Well that was a start..."


@jmcknight08