Realistic or Modern The Town Of Blackburn IC

[Imaginary Memories]

Boop! These bubbles are going to be used for info related to the rp! So basically a TLDR for most things and plus some! even if you read everything I recommend looking here as well because it might have something you didn't notice at first! They also will normally be placed on the bottom while the ones describing the time of day, weather, and if something abnormal is going on will be up top!

The order of interaction is:
Imaginary Memories (NPCs, Interactions, and Events)
Meredith
Papa Waluigi
Reticent
Lux___Wolf
dancing-starlight
@Royaled
aurnia

AKA:
The post after this will be mine then Meredith should go then Athena and so on....
This is so no one will be left out and the roleplay has a structure of sorts.

 

[Imaginary Memories]

It's currently mid-day and sunny!

You wake up in a too clean bed. there are other people around you seeming to be waking up as well. the lights are bright and the air is filled with a horrid smell. A man, short and round with copper-red hair covering his head and face, walks into the room blinking and rubbing his eyes as he sees you as if he was surprised. He shakes his head and when he has turned back to you a smile is on his face it's a little too wide, forced almost, but before you can think much into it he begins to speak.

"Ah! I see y'all have woken up I'm Dr. Anderson, but most the people 'round here call me Andy!" He nodded his head as he spoke as if mentally checking boxes "Much less of a mouthful I think!" he chuckled "Anywho I dunno if ya remember what happened but we found ya hurt pretty bad 'bout a mile out. Don't know what happened but we took ya in" he winked "I don't think Y'all should go out there too soon cause of how bad ya looked. Maybe a couple o' days more here before ya go. don't want another accident to happen!" he laughed."Well il leave ya to it once you're good go down the hall to the right, the stairs will lead ya right to the lobby!" he smiled and with a small wave he left the room.

The room is empty and the only noise is the beeping of machines and breathing. The door is slightly open and sways with the small breeze. You have nothing on you but clothes that are nearly a size too big.

You wake up in a hospital room, in clothes that aren't yours, with a few other people. A man, Anderson or Andy, comes in and tells you how you came to be there, though not in detail, then leaves to let you be for a bit and waits for you all to exit. The room smells badly and there are multiple machines beeping despite being unhooked.

 

[Papa Waluigi]

It felt strange to wake up in such a different environment. Athena didn't even think she woke up at all. She didn't feel the same. When she opened her eyes, she knew why. She watched as a stranger came into the room, talking to her and a bunch of other strangers. She listened with rising anxiety, the smell of the room not making it any better. It was horrid. What the man was saying didn't make sense. Athena didn't remember getting hurt. She didn't remember any type of accident, so why was she here? She felt aches all around her body, but some weren't from injuries, they were from worry. The young red-head waited until the man was gone, before she fully sat up in her bed.​

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It was too comfortable, to the point that it wasn't comfortable at all. The clothes around her body were too large, hiding all of her tiny frame. The beeping of the machines made it worse. She didn't know what to do, where to go. She was in a room full of strangers, people she didn't know, couldn't trust. She wanted to goo home, she wanted to see her family. On the outside, Athena appeared blank-faced, yet there was so much fear and worry in her eyes. ​

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On the inside, Athena was screaming, on the verge of tears.​

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The freckled female pushed her body back until it hit a solid, and pulled her legs up to hold against her chest, in a protective ball. 'I don't want to get up,' she thought, staying silent in her corner. She was a follower, she'd wait and see what everyone else did. Hopefully, somebody knew what was going on.​

 

[Reticent]

A steady, rhytmic beeping woke Ariadne up from a deep slumber. The corners of her eyes were crusted with sleep, her mouth dry and her lips chapped. It took a tremendous amount of effort to sit herself up, her bones and joints creaking as she did so.

Several machines were spread around the room. The sickening smell of alcohol and decaying flesh filled her nostrils and she resisted the urge to empty her stomach on the tiled floor. She only had a few moments to gather herself before the door swung open, nearly hitting the back wall, and a short man with rounded features entered. He rubbed his eyes before his gaze seemed to catch her own, cold and lifeless.

Panic began to well up in the pit of her stomach. She had the sudden realization that she was not alone - that she had never been alone. All around her people were waking up, just as dazed and confused as she was, all outfitted in the same ill fitting paper clothes. The bed underneath her was stiff and bare of any pillows or blankets. The room showed no signs of any of their clothes or belongings.

Fear began to creep in, seemingly seeping in through her pores and freezing her to the very core. Her skin erupted in goosebumps and the hair on the back of her neck stood straight. She longed for her phone, for the opportunity to text or call for help. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the tips of her toes just barely brushing the cold floor. She thought about pushing past the man and running straight out the door. She wouldn't stop running until she found her way out. If she did, hopefully the heavy fog that seemed to plague her memories would lift. The idea seemed like a very good one until the man started to speak, his voice nothing like she would have expected.

"Ah!" he began, enthusiam seemingly emanating from his very being. "I see y'all have woken up. I'm Dr. Anderson, but most people 'round here call me Andy!" The raven haired girl watched with a mix of curiosity and fear. Her hands trembled beneath the large sleeves of her shirt as the man continued on. "Much less of a mouthful I think! Anywho, I dunno if ya remember what happened but we found ya hurt pretty bad 'bout a mile out. Don't know what happened but we took ya in." He winked at no one in particular. She wasn't quite sure exactly who he was talking to. Her? All of them? Were they all in an accident, the same accident? "I don't think ya'll should go out there too soon 'cause of how bad ya looked. Maybe a couple o' days more here before ya go. Don't want another accident to happen!" His laugh seemed anything but friendly. "Well, I'll leave ya to it once you're good, go down the hall to the right, the stairs will lead ya right to the lobby!"

Dr. Anderson left the room with a tight smile and a wave. Ariadne didn't remember an accident. In fact, she didn't remember much at all. A quick inspection of her body only produced a few scratches and bruises, no signs of any serious trauma. She wasn't attached to any machines and apart from her only partially intact memory, she was fine. Hungry, dehydrated, and confused but still in one piece. Still, that fact did very little to ease the fear that increased with every minute, every unanswered question.

Ariadne quickly scanned the room. She didn't recognize any of the others that surrounded her but they all appeared to be in the same situation. A heavy silence hung over the room, interuppted only by the ragged breathing that can only be caused by fear, the steady beeping of machinery, and the thunder of her heart in her ears.

An attempt to get up told her it wouldn't be as easy as she thought. Her limbs felt weak, her muscles quivering. Still, she continued on, steadying herself with the bed underneath her until she felt her feet were firmly planted on the ground. Slowly but surely she stood upright, her spine creaking in protest.

The door was now slightly open. Every now and then a breeze would rush through and open it more, giving them a glimpse of a long, unmarked hallway outside. The need for escape was above all else but still she couldn't bring herself to step closer.

"We need to get out of here," she said quietly, afraid of what might be lurking around the corner, listening to them, waiting for them. Her mind conjured up dozens of horrifying possibilities, all with less than ideal outcomes. She noticed a few others who seemed awake and alert. Though her instinct told her to distance herself as much as she could from the entire situation, she knew the chances of escaping or figuring out what was going on were much higher if she were to stay with these people. So, with a heavy sigh, she waited.

 

[Lux___Wolf]

The bed was thin, hard, and crinkly. Jesse Key immediately frowned waking up, already uncomfortable in clothes a size too loose, feeling like if they weren't hanging, they weren't even there. The breeze was small but quite sharp and poking. The breathing, the beeping, it was all wrong. Voices in his head leapt around like static noise: You're dead. (You're dead.) No you're not. (No, I'm not.)

What was that putrid ... odor? He gagged, rising with the others. Headache, a hand shot up to his throbbing temple. That man. Copper-red blur. Crimson ghost. Dr. Andy looks just as surprised as you are. (Just as surprised as you are.) No, he's not. (He's really not.) That faked, tight smile.

Doctor sounds nothing like a doctor. An actor, more like. His lines, fed and rehearsed. (Are you a doctor?) That voice was twisted sardonic now. He grew disturbed at that, ignoring it quickly. Was he even in a real hospital? A couple days? He rushed to his feet, lurching towards the door where Dr. Anderson left through too briskly. As if he ran to inform the others. The others. Another accident? He looked around the room. Who were these people? (Another accident. We wouldn't want that.)

"We need to get out of here..." said the olive-skinned girl with black hair casually pulled back.

"Concurred," he said with quiet anger, a determination forged from his soldier days overseas.

The derisive voice came back taunting: Ah. Always playing the hero. A messiah come to save the day. This caused the other voices to break in snickers and oohs. Radio silence. Not now! Jesse thought louder than them, more furiously, squeezing his eyes shut. He gripped his head, his eyes widening with horror.

If not now... (When?) Ghostly laughter returned. Run, soldier! (While you still can!)

 

[Meredith]

The boy woke slowly, not peacefully, but neither in a started way. He came to in a bed, crinkly and uncomfortable, and oh.. what was that beeping?
The doctor introduced himself. He said nothing.

Looking around to the room, his eyes fell upon an olive-skinned girl, a red-head, and another man. Were they talking about him. They had to be. They had- no.
No, they were unconscious too, and there was an accident. Just an accident. Just a hospitalization.

He felt at peace for a moment. And then, again, his focus snapped to the incessant goddamn beeping.
Pushing his short hair back and wiping the sweat from his brow, the man threw the sheets aside, feet hitting the floor with an unfamiliar thump. He was used to hitting the floor with a bang, a metal heel. My boots?
A feeling of unease came up inside him. The shirt he had on was his usual size (a few too big), but it didn't sport the logo he thought he'd liked, and the pants he wore were certainly not ripped skinny jeans. This was certainly unnerving, certainly uncomfortable, certainly... unstable.

"Do you know where we are? Do any of you know where we are? Damn, goddamn, god fUCKING DAMN-"
Suddenly, he cut off. Stood up, glanced towards the door, hushed his voice and looked back seriously (maybe too seriously) at the others.
"How do we know where we are? What they're doing? Do any of you remember anything? I don't..."

He looked lost, and reached out slightly towards the other three, before lowering his hand. "I don't remember. I don't remember, and I don't like it, and maybe we're going to have to play our part in this.. this place."