UPDATE 01 - Ten remain.
Evolution opened his eyes. It was a dimmed red room, with doors, or, hatches on all four walls. He quickly shuffled his ass back against the nearest wall, breathing heavily.
“Where am I?”
That was soon to be on everyone’s mind, but Evolution did not know if there were others, or whether or not if it was just him trapped in his hellhole. Once to his feet, he shook his head, for he was dizzy and confused. He could hardly remember the last thing he had done before awaking in this cube-like structure. He remembered one thing though, and that was packing away all of his blueprints and belongings before leaving the office.
And after that everything is blank.
Until now, where he finds himself examining one of the hatches. Slowly, he turns the handle atop and the hatch slowly slides open, allowing for Evolution to allow through the small and narrow tunnel that lead to another room. Evolution slowly climbed the tiny ladder that was right next to the portal, and looked inside. It was another room, a white dimmed cube textured and designed exactly like the one he was currently in.
“What the hell is going on?”
_____________________________________________
Spartanlax scratched his leg, until it was a dark red tone, indicating he had been itching for some time now. He finally rose to his feet for the first time since awakening in a yellow tinted cube room. The bleak designs on the wall filled his eyes with pain. He wondered where he was, how he got there, and who the hell thought up this ugly ass place.
He slowly paced around the room, examining every inch of it, looking for cameras and other jumbo that could explain what he was doing there. He soon decided it was time to try one of the hatches on the sides of the walls.
Walked to the one at his right, and turned the handle clockwise twice, opening it to reveal a yellow-lighted room accessible by crawling through the porthole. He crawled through a little, and poked his head through other hatch. He tweaked and turned his head, examining this newly found room. It was picture-perfect exactly like the one he was just in. He began to stare at one of the tiles on the wall though; one like a giant crack in a window, and then his mind ran wild.
He remembered the last thing he was going to do before waking up in this-hell-like structure, and freaked when he knew he was going to miss his court hearing. It seemed like a mere hours ago he was exiting the wreckage of his van. Some god damned drunk driver smashed him from head on, but thank god he exited unscaved.
“Fuck!”
He shouted, and suddenly, metal spikes shot out through the walls, covering every inch of the cube. Spartanlax froze in shock, for plenty of the metal spears came close to his head, one stopping not two inches away from his nose. Slowly, pushed back, and eventually dropped down into the cube he started in, panting like a dog.
_____________________________________________
Stainless slammed his fists again and again on the side of the wall. His knuckles and hands were turning about as red as the room he was in. He finally stopped, and ran his hand over his buzz cut. This had to be a trick, who could someone has put him in something like this.
As a captain in the United States Marine Corps, he was ready for anything. Since high school, it had been his dream to make it as far as he was since joining the Marines. A First Sergeant, I high honor in his eyes and to those around him. He was built like a machine, and was prepared for anything. Even this. Whatever this structure was, he was going to find a way out and prove that he is the strongest of strong and the toughest of tough.
_____________________________________________
Richie’s heart began to pound. He was caught. He knew it. Why did he let Bryan convince him to do it. They knew he did it. They knew. There was no way out. This was their trap, their trick. They are just watching him. They are waiting for him to die. But he is too young he thought. How could they do this to some poor 14 year old. He could understand 500 hours of community service, and maybe even Juvi, but not this. Not this…
Let the punishment begin.
_____________________________________________
KF4E laughed. Someone must have pulled one hell of a prank to get him in here while he was sleeping, there is no doubt in his mind.
“Alright guys, haha, you got me! Let me out of this damned thing! We got a show to shoot.”
But no one replied. He scratched his head, but didn’t worry. He was quite certain he was on the set of his new pilot, ‘Trapped’. Ah, Trapped, the most genius sitcom to come out of his mind since ‘Three Nannies’ back in ’02. It was to be a show about five random people stuck in some sort of structure, and discovering that there is no exit, they attempt to establish their own society in attempts of surviving on their own. And this cube that he was in was just as how he had planned it to be. Four hatches on each side leading to other rooms just like it.
He was sure this was the set.
_____________________________________________
Ghetto Anthony scrubbed his dirty beard. He hadn’t shaved it in years. He was probably the only one with a smile on his face though, for when he woke up he was no longer on the streets in the alley way on Anderson and Jefferson. No, he was in a nice warm room that felt comforting. Anthony jumped up with glee, saying to himself…
“***** got paid! ***** got paid! Oh Ghetto Anthony you are the shit! Praise the lord the day has come that Ghetto Anthony finally had done somethin’ right!”
Anthony ran around the yellow cube room in circles, acting as delusional as ever. He then looked down at his new olive-green prison suit.
“They even gave me clothes!”
He stopped in his tracks, but the smile didn’t come off his face.
“Now where can I get me some white girls to celebrate with!”
_____________________________________________
Fail fixed her tits. They felt uncomfortable in the sports bra she had on under the ugly suit she woke up in. But before she could ask where she was or how she got there, she asked…
“What the fuck am I wearing?”
She got to her feet.
“Why the fuck am I wearing these ugly boots?”
She expressed her disgust with a good ole’ “Ugh!” and stomped around her cube. She walked around her white cube with angst and finally began to wonder where she was. Last time she could remember was going to sleep, after preparing for a big day at the photoshoot for BigBlackOnes.com.
She walked her way over to one of the hatches, and turned the handle around twice. It opened and she looked through the hole. It was a blue room, just like the white one she was in at the time. For a second, she hesitated to go through but then decided…
“I think I’ll stay here for a little bit and try to figure out what the hell is going on.”
_____________________________________________
Dark Church clinched barely onto the walls as he got himself to his feet; his prosthetic feet. He grunted and adjusted his tie, and his prosthetic legs. Dark Church walked slowly over to one of the hatches. He slowly turned the handle, and propped the door down. He tried to climb into the porthole to get into the other room, but his fake legs were holding him back. Dark Church decided to unhook the plastic from his stubs, and let them loose as he used all of his upper body to climb up and through the porthole. He looked through and examined how his cube was yellow and the new one was blue. He scratched his grimy hair and adjusted his glasses.
“Where the fuck am I?”
_____________________________________________
Bruteshot woke up with a pounding in his head. He gingerly got to his feet and stumbled sideways until he hit against a wall. Looking up for the first time, he realised he wasn't in his office any more.
"What the...."
Bruteshot looked around at the yellow room he was in. The yellow cube. He couldn't believe it. How the hell had he got here? The last thing he remembered was working late at his computer on his latest theoretical model. He saw a handle on the door in front of him, and slowly walked over and turned it until a square panel opened. Bruteshot climbed into a small passage and looked through. What he saw was a room seemingly identical to the one he was in, except this one was blue.
Bruteshot sat for a moment and gathered his thoughts. Where the hell was he? And why did he have a sinking feeling that this wasn't altogether unfamiliar?
_____________________________________________
The first update kinda sucks cause I got really nothing to go on and just had to introduce the character, which more about them will be revealed as the story goes on. And I didn't include Headliner and bruteshot cause I got bored of writing for now.
You can PM your moves to Monty since he is back now. Remember, you can only move up, down, left, and right. Here is the map you will be using now, so good luck to all participates.
MAP
Participates
01. Ghetto Anthony
02. Fail
03. Spartanlax
04. Stainless
05. Evolution
06. Dark Church
07. Richie
08. Bruteshot
09. KF4E
10. Headliner
Cube I: Fear - Paranoia - Suspicion - Desperation
Re: Cube I: Fear - Paranoia - Suspicion - Desperation
