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[Lutalica]

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tl;dr (because drew uses too many words) :: this is pretty much a rendition of netflix's the oa because after watching it...holy crap. each character has had a near death experience, whether it have been multiple times or only once, before they're eventually captured by dr. novell. they'll have to submit to the doctor's sadistic methods (i.e. drowning, injection, gas, etc.) in order to escape their confines.
themes in this rp are naturally going to be pretty dark. a fight for survival that requires reawakening from your own death isn't anywhere close to cute and fluffy. however, that doesn't mean there won't be calm moments in between for character development. i mean, they live in catercorner glass cells, and they have to work together to get out soooo
this will be pretty plot-driven, with exceptions to the diverse character paths and all. more information will be made when the rp actually gets posted. i don't have any specific rules outside of the usual other than 1) don't be soggy, and 2) don't hype and bail pls and t h a n k s. everything else is peachy.
i suck at explaining things, so i'm sure there will be questions. feel free to ask them because i'll be happy to answer.

❝to e x i s t❞​

❝is to survive unfair choices❞​

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Death: the end of all things; the cessation of a life hopefully worth living; the great beyond. Life defines it, etching a direct path without one's full knowledge. Though it's inevitable, it likes to be ignored, or in some cases, sought after. People fall victim to their own demise when the time comes, but it's waking back up from their end that wipes all previous notions aside.

Divinity is defined by those who posses it. Religion distinguishes it to their own gods, and their first creations eventually come to know the same label. Angels, one might say, are no exception. Chosen by their strength - whether it be of will, mind, or otherwise - were those who'd find that death did not entirely apply to them. One end would breed a new beginning, and they'd walk away changed, fragments of what they saw on the other side slowly coming back to them over time. The answer to that said question, however, would cage them. Humans are nothing if not consistent.

The strive to understand what's intangible to us is unwavering. A scientist by the name of Dr. Alexander Novell strayed from his path with his coworkers on documenting the concept of Near Death Experiences (NDE) to test his own theories, regardless of how immoral. He scoured for the whispers of people returning from incidents that should have been lethal. The stories were usually just rumors, but his targets were surely found; each one having a different story of what happened, how it felt, where they went, etc. He asked them to be a part of his new study, following along with their NDEs, but failed to mention just how permanent their presence would be until it was already too late. Their new home was four glass walls, side-by-side with identical cells that contained people just like them, and a bed in the corner.

And they'd die; over, and over, and over again until the infamous other side gave them a way to escape.

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the plot thus far: an escape was never thought to be in their cards; however, that was until one of the chosen was told in confidence that an escape is indeed possible by the ethereal woman amongst the stars. it was no wonder she never delved into any further detail, but vague words and meandering riddles were enough to perpetuate what little hope they had left. they were dying for more answers in a rather literal sense. now, they try and take turns as best they can to see if the next coy smile would reveal something. although, they seemed to forget they weren't necessarily the ones in control.
objective: introductory posts. some characters may be still getting used to what's going on, others may be too impatient for any "wise words" from the old woman, etc. the atmosphere is rather uneasy at this point in time, whether it be because of the secrecy, the experiments, or because a particular birthday is coming up and they're all still stuck.
setting: by the looks of the outdoor camera monitors, the weather looks fairly nice. the day is november 1, 2017. unfortunately for the chosen, the mine still feels it's cool temperature, humidity barely being a taste on their lips thanks to the water that connects the cells to the outside.

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"You really know how to make a date romantic, Doc. I'm flattered." sarcasm practically dripped from Kol's lips just as easily as the blood from the small gash on his temple. A fist to the face was sweet talk -- oh, the way those knuckles hit bone was so very generous. It was the ominous syringe infested with a sedative at the end of the table that was the dirtier side of their endeavor. The situation was normal enough to tug a crooked smirk from one corner of his lips, causing a tinge in Doctor Novell's expression and fueling the beaten male just a little more. Faking the fact that he was frankly sick to his stomach still was award-winning. "Did I strike a nerve again? I really thought that was your job."

The doctor held up the small black recorder to his lips, scanning Kol one more time with an apparent distaste, before his throat was cleared a bit hoarsely and a button on the side was pressed. "Subject 001 continues to show reluctance to disclose the meaning for the newfound silence amongst the others," polished Oxfords paced beside the white walls of the room, "Whether an NDE would pressure some compliance is still--"

The two exchanged glances once again. Kol flashed a goading grin, batted his eyes even. The doctor scoffed.

"--it would be a waste of time; time we don't have and they know it. Rations will be given out once the subject is returned to his cell. As of right now, there is no new progress to be reported." he was openly on edge, but the click of the button once again brought an end to more than just the monotone rasp of the tech in his palm; those same palms which held many a scalpel, syringe, and mask. The familiarity with each tool lessened Kol's snark more than he cared to admit. His confidence drained with a bit of his own color, and though it was only for a moment, it was enough for his opposer to make a move on their rigged game of chess.

"Cat got your tongue now? Let's hope you'll still be able to eat without it." Doctor Novell spoke sharply, taking full advantage of the slightest upperhand. Kol relaxed in the metal chair, his restraints doing their job well enough to make him uncomfortable no matter how he moved. "Yes, let's. Although, I have been told I'm a biter." he mused with a little more effort to show he wasn't about to back down -- not yet, not now. But in spite of every ounce of him that wanted to reign victorious, his fight was always through words rather than his body, for he didn't flinch under the quick pang in the crevice of his arm and the fire that swarmed through his veins shortly after. Instead, amber eyes held down the stare of dark blue behind the glare of the doctor's glasses. Often times Kol wondered if being the watcher was any consolation for being the watched anymore. In the end, he supposed everything goes black anyway.

Cold stone, just shy of the waterway by the moisture he felt beside his head, was what greeted his tired body by the time he could manage squinting. Metal against glass could be heard as trays were passed through the small drawers of sorts found at the bottom left of each individual cell. Like any other prison, the food was nothing five-star worthy, and many a better day was Kol the one to critique such quality. He hesitated to move until the last drawer was shut and locked, only to roll himself over on his back to meet the LEDs above him. The arm that burned the most draped over his face tiredly, covering more than just his new mark but the subtle debate in just how full-proof their plans were, how much he'd mistaken his responsibilities.

"I think that all went pretty well."

hours until next pick: two...