Realistic or Modern Teen Mystery RP IC

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One day in late September teens have started disappearing in a small town. No one knew why and who was behind it. The authorities were puzzled as everything started to look like the teens had simply vanished without a trace. For weeks there were no leads and no signs pointing to their whereabouts. Until one yeah later where they all simply showed up on their parent's doorsteps. At first everything seemed great. Families were happy they had their children back, DNA tests came all back positive, they were as healthy as a person can be, maybe even a bit healthier yet it wasn’t odd enough to get investigated closer. The teens started becoming friends since they shared the same mysterious incident without truly knowing what had happened to them.

Soon it was discovered that the teens had missing memories, some memories were there yet some (mostly childhood memories) were simply gone, they didn’t know anything about their time away from home either, that was followed by the teens noticing odd things happening around them as they went about their lives. They could see someone following them in the corner of their eye yet once they turned in that direction there was no one there, some people paid them more attention then was typical and most of them weren’t living in town when the teens disappeared.
That was only the beginning.

It started with small things, the teens noticed they started healing faster then other people if they got hurt (but not a lot, lets say a certain wound takes six days to heal for a normal person, for them it would take three, so basically half less than normal) that was followed by other small changes depending on the individual (slightly increased reflexes or speed, strength, senses,…). They weren’t big enough to get noticed by others but the teens knew something was off. Not to mention that every now and then some of the teens got light headed, had nose bleeds or even strong headaches without there being an apparent medical cause for it. Something had happened to them while they were gone and now they needed to find out what.

As they slip away from those spying on them and each step they make leads them closer and closer to the truth they are there for and help each other deal with the changes that are happening to them besides their everyday teenage lives. They discover that this wasn’t the first time all this has happened to a group of teens, but the previous group had died as their health suddenly decreased and their immune system started to crumble shortly after their return. But this time it seems different and what our teens discover shakes them to their very core. Will they be able to deal with the truth or will it break them? What will happen to them once they discover who and what they really are?

 

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Kevin Benson

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After someone wakes up it usually takes a while to get clearheaded. Its like when you sleep your brain either ’turns itself off’ or your consciousness goes to some other place (when you dream that is) and it takes a while for the brain to fully ’turn itself on again’ or pull its tired ass out of the Dreamland. That were the thoughts going through his head the second he woke up on a dirty stale smelling floor of the big abandoned factory on the very edge of the small hometown he used to live in. He had no idea how he knew but he did. Maybe he used to hang out there?

When Kevin had woken up there hadn't been any heavy clouds of sleepiness lazing around his brain. It was like his consciousness just snapped awake like a rubber band and that as well as feeling like he had been through the wringer told him something was off. It was like his body as well as instincts knew something he had yet to figure out.

Then as he tried to think of what had happened he noticed the feelings he had about his situation were there for a very good reason. His memories seemed a bit off. It was like someone had cut up a movie of his life and lost some of the pieces before putting it back together in the wrong order. His thoughts were a jumbled mess as he sat up to get a better look at his surroundings and maybe see just what was going on.

As his gaze swept the old building he took in every detail he could see. The building must have stood unoccupied for many years since the few broken down machines standing in the nearby area seemed like the slightest breeze would turn them to dust, the former office was falling apart enough to consist of a broken window, some half-rotten wooden furniture and debris as well as trash some partying teens must have left behind. The rest of the building pretty much stood empty besides a few wooden planks, some small old half broken furniture, empty bottles, broken glass and other trash mostly along the walls.

It also didn’t take him long to realize he wasn’t alone in the building. He could spot what looked like legs in a far corner but he couldn’t see the rest of the person as a broken table stood in the way of seeing the persons entire form. Some further observation led him to find the others. The group of teens was each in another part of the factory as if someone grabbed a pile of matches and threw them into the air to each end up somewhere else. Some of the teens he could recognize while some he had trouble remembering but he knew they had something in common. They had all woken up in the same place and he had no idea what had happened.

Location: Abandoned factory
Interaction: none so far
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After someone wakes up it usually takes a while to get clearheaded. Its like when you sleep your brain either ’turns itself off’ or your consciousness goes to some other place (when you dream that is) and it takes a while for the brain to fully ’turn itself on again’ or pull its tired ass out of the Dreamland. That were the thoughts going through his head the second he woke up on a dirty stale smelling floor of the big abandoned factory on the very edge of the small hometown he used to live in. He had no idea how he knew but he did. Maybe he used to hang out there?

When Kevin had woken up there hadn't been any heavy clouds of sleepiness lazing around his brain. It was like his consciousness just snapped awake like a rubber band and that as well as feeling like he had been through the wringer told him something was off. It was like his body as well as instincts knew something he had yet to figure out.

Then as he tried to think of what had happened he noticed the feelings he had about his situation were there for a very good reason. His memories seemed a bit off. It was like someone had cut up a movie of his life and lost some of the pieces before putting it back together in the wrong order. His thoughts were a jumbled mess as he sat up to get a better look at his surroundings and maybe see just what was going on.

As his gaze swept the old building he took in every detail he could see. The building must have stood unoccupied for many years since the few broken down machines standing in the nearby area seemed like the slightest breeze would turn them to dust, the former office was falling apart enough to consist of a broken window, some half-rotten wooden furniture and debris as well as trash some partying teens must have left behind. The rest of the building pretty much stood empty besides a few wooden planks, some small old half broken furniture, empty bottles, broken glass and other trash mostly along the walls.

It also didn’t take him long to realize he wasn’t alone in the building. He could spot what looked like legs in a far corner but he couldn’t see the rest of the person as a broken table stood in the way of seeing the persons entire form. Some further observation led him to find the others. The group of teens was each in another part of the factory as if someone grabbed a pile of matches and threw them into the air to each end up somewhere else. Some of the teens he could recognize while some he had trouble remembering but he knew they had something in common. They had all woken up in the same place and he had no idea what had happened.

Location: Abandoned factory
Interaction: none so far
Tags: None yet

 

[Oswin]

The pain. That was the first thing Kyle felt. A headache like he never had. Like a inferno burning his brain. After came the dizyness. Then, his thougs got clearer. But the pain stayed.

For now, he is trying to regain the control of his body. His sight seems to function properly. Good thing. He sneezes, his nose totally assaulted by the omnipresent dust. Oh well, at least it means that his nose is working.

"Cold..."

His sensations are getting stronger, and he clearly feels the coldness of the floor. Cold... Coldness... Coldwind ? Yes... that's his family name. And his first name must be...

"Kyle... I'm Kyle. But where am I ?"

But he should say "where are we ?" Because it is at this moment that Kyle see the others. He tries to focus his vision, and after some time, he finally sees that they're teens just like him. But his memory is cleary telling him to go fuck himself,. Indeed, he can't remember who they are. Except maybe... for this guy. He vaguely remembers that he knew him, and that he finds him kinda... cute. Nothing else.

With time, and a lot of effort, the young man sits.

"Can someone here me ?"

He clearly hopes so... Because he's afraid. And being alone would make the things way worse.

 

[GhastlySquash]

"Yeah..." A girl's voice answers.

Rosie groaned, feeling a pain in her side as she slowly got up. Had she fallen off her bike? Usually, she was pretty careful about her rides to the shelter but perhaps she'd gotten turn around this time.

That was when she realized someone else was here too. Actually, where was here? This certainly wasn't the bridge and she certainly wasn't with her bike. She began to dig through her pockets, trying to find her phone. Nothing. Not even her wallet.

"Where are we?" She asked.

 

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The first thing that hit her as she regained consciousness was the presence of light. It wasn’t too harsh to the point where her eyes opened but it was bright enough for her to notice the illumination wasn’t coming from the room.

A sense of confusion came over her before a sudden panic made her open her eyes. This revealed her body, seemingly unharmed and settled into a fetal position.

With a groan Adinna lifted her head, followed by her body. Finally sitting upright she could further inspect her surroundings. What she saw didn’t calm her anymore than the racing thoughts that kept surfacing in her mind. I got lost and somehow ended up here. I’ve been kidnapped by some serial killer. There’s no one else here. Having all these thoughts come crashing down only made things worse as her breathing increased rapidly and her hands began to quiver. This panic made her back up against the wall, arms wrapped around herself and eyes clearly on the verge of tears. Her strange circumstances weren't the only thing that made her panic.

She clearly remembered her name. Adinna Young. She remembered she had a family. Her parents and two sisters. She remembered her eighth birthday. While going down the slide Adinna had thought it would be a great idea if she jumped down to show off, but instead tripped on the edge of the slide, and ended up breaking her leg. But if she remembered all this why didn't she remember where she had been before this? In fact, as hard as she tried to remember the past few weeks she came up with nothing but a blank. This can't be right.

Her rapid ideas slowed to a halt once she heard other voices. At the very least she wasn’t alone. Adinna boosted herself up as she noticed her heart beat growing steady. "I have no idea. Does anyone remember how they got here?"

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[GhastlySquash]

(Since not everyone might be aware, the RP is starting now!)

Misanthropy Hubub101 FireMaiden BlackOrchid02 Kn19

 

[myst.erion]

"Hah! What the heck!"
When Eleanor X came to, that cry escaped her mouth, her body spasmed, and the high table she had previously been laying on soundlessly, ended up above her. Her body crashed to the harsh concrete floor with a smack, undoubtedly making others jump. She didn't feel a thing, but her mind quickly figured it was adrenaline, or the numbness that had taken over her body. She didn't groan, or mutter an 'Ow'. She took no notice of it. Though she did notice her lack of sight. She knew she'd already opened her eyes. How dark was this place? Where was she? Why did she fall off table? 'Where am I?!'. Eleanor put her hands out in front of her, reaching for anything, before they came to her eyes. She hissed as she poked herself easily. Obviously, they were wide; horrified. Very quickly, a panic began to set in. She was starting to hear other voices wherever she was, and plenty of movement. People's voices that she didn't recognise. Yet. Her breathing began to get faster, every second without her sight, adding more reason to panic. It was almost as if someone was waving a feathery pom pom directly into her eyes. Squiggles and blocks she couldn't make out blocked her vision, and kept her incapacitated. "There's other people here, yeah, right. I can't see!" There was no explanation for it. She couldn't start to fathom one. Eleanor brought her legs up to her chest and unbeknownst to herself scooted back under the table.
That's when she stopped- and started to shake. Her mind wondered who she was; why she thought about anything; why she needed to know.
"My name-where am I? Is this some sort of sick joke?!" She was dreading an answer. 'I know my name. Why wouldn't you know your own name? My name is Eleanor. Or that you have parents. Or that, oh my god, you're rich! Why- why should that be relevant. a greenhouse. Why is- my parents, I miss my parents. My friends. friends. I have friends. I had- no, no, no, no, no, don't do that. I can't- you can do that in class not- Class! I go to school, no, yes! I'm gonna be a senior next- hold on. I'm going to be- no, no. what day is it? I thought- no. what day is it ellie! But I'm nineteen. shouldn't you have graduated? what wrong with you ellie. The last thing you were doing. What was it? What- why can't I remember? why, why, why. why! oh, no, what did you do? where are you? WHERE AM I?!' The flurry of thoughts in her head, the lack of information she could remember, even as far back as being young, none of it made sense. Eleanor knew that it was pulling her out of whatever was going on. So, a second time, she brought her hands up to her eyes. She felt as though she was going to cry when rubbing at them made no difference. "I can't see," she muttered again, and again. "I can't see.......I can't fu#%ing see!!" To say she was really panicking now was an understatement. 'I've never had a panic attack like this before! Calm down!- I have panic attacks. Symptom." She felt like some kind of blinded insomniac. She was one who didn't even realise she was slowly regaining her sight, and that it was really her feeling she was losing.​

 

[FireMaiden]

Sadie was a bit further away from the other teens. Or, maybe she was...she hasn't opened her eyes yet because her head was throbbing. And she was worried that if she opened her eyes, it would get worse. But she couldn't just stay there on that filthy floor forever. Especially after she heard other voices. They sounded confused, so at least they were all in the same situation, or at least, a similar one. Oh geez, everything was muddled, Sadie could barely remember anything. Her name of course, and her mother, and the bakery but....everything else was like an old picture. Grayed with time, and hard to make out. Sadie sat up, groaning a bit with how stiff she was, and finally opened her eyes.

Running a hang through her tangled hair, She looked around, but couldn't make out much. From what she could tell, the large shapes among what was mostly empty, they were probably in some warehouse, maybe a factory? Oh geez this was really weird, what was she doing here? Hell, what was she doing before she woke up here. She was.....was...Sadie couldn't remember. Looking around a little more as her eyes adjusted to the darkeness, She grabbed something above her, and used it to pull herself up onto her feet. What was going on?

 

[Kn19]

Daphne sat up quickly as a large crash awoke her. Rubbing her hands over her face Daphne made futile attempts to get rid of how hazy she felt. The building was one that felt familiar to her senses but she had no memory of it. Come to think of it, Daphne could not really recall much anything. Her name, she knew her name and her age...her dad laughing but it was all more of something she was watching then something she ever experienced. Recent memories which should have been clear as a sunny summer day were completely out of touch from her and she strained to remember anything she could. Giving up on that she decided to look around her surroundings more than the first glance she gave. The building was far from its good days but still standing; the stuff in it, however, was in varying stages of decompensation. The light came in from all directions including small holes in the building and broken windows showing her several other teenagers around her. They all seemed to be as confused as Daphne felt and the girl closest to her was freaking out which was seemed to help Daphne out of her haze. Not sure how the girl would react she decided to not get too close and just whisper to her. “Hey..Hi, it’s okay. There’s more of us here; you aren’t alone, and we all seem confused. We’re in an abandoned building. Daphne, I’m Daphne and you are?” It hit her that it was perhaps a rather good idea to get to know all their names since they seemed to be dealing with the same issue. “I’m Daphne, and all of you are?” Daphne felt rather small in the echoing building and her heart sped up a bit realizing she had no idea any of these individuals’ intentions but bringing herself to believe that any of them had something to do with this wasn’t something she could do.
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Winona's eyes sprang open at the loud crash to her left, they fluttered open and closed due to the bright light. She sat up coughing quietly as she tried to clear her lungs. Her head started to get a light pounding beginning trying to form a headache, she winced slightly and looked around at her surroundings.
It felt familiar to her like she's been here before but she couldn't remember why she was here now, and with other people? Hopefully they were people. She tried to remember any memories, everything seemed so distant and far away.
My name is Winona, I'm 18. She thought some more, she grabbed her throat, great...I almost forgot that major detail. My family...my family! My dad is probably worried sick, I have to get back home!...I should probably figure out how to get out of here first. She thought to herself as she looked at the ceiling of the building. Winona stood up slowly, trying not to make her headache worsen.
She heard different voices all at once, as if they were right next to her, Winona whipped around startled, but found nothing but space, she looked further into the distance and saw a couple of figures.
How?...What?...But they're so far?
She walked closer to the figures slowly and carefully so she didn't attract any unwanted attention, but hoping they knew at least some clue of what was going on.
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