A Room.
You are in a room.
The floor is made of concrete.
The walls are made of concrete.
The ceiling is made of concrete.
There are no doors, windows, or other openings. Somehow, the air in the room is being refreshed constantly.
You have no idea how you, or anyone else, got in this room. You don’t see much of a way out. There’s nothing here except the clothes on your back – even the light is just a dim ambient illumination, with no visible source.
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This is your box. About fifteen-by-fifteen feet, with a ceiling about ten feet up.
Just have your character suddenly appear here when you’ve created them.
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Velia looks around she had been in her room a moment ago. Was this real? No. This has to be a lie. Sam-Sam Wouldve told her if her future was to be Locked in a box. She begins to cry a bit. Tears pour from her white eyes like acid burning her oddly soft grey skin of her face, her breathing gets harder and she checks for cell signal…nothing. No one to call no one to help her.
“obviously, you worthless whore.” The voice of Violet laughs at her, and Velia is ready to tell her leave but it comes out like it always does.
“Red flies shouldn’t buz in the mountain” she laughs
“what was that, pathetic little mental collapse victim?” She laughs appearing now before Velia in the room the hallucination taunted her and Velia lets out an ear splitting scream loud enough that the concrete rumbled around her Violet blinks.
“Wow bitch, you seriously are throwing a tantrum aren’t you?” Velia sits against the cold concrete dragging her knees to her chest and setting her arms around her knees wincing a bit, because of the way the newer cuts hidden under her dress stung her. She sets her phone on the floor next to her. She thinks of her best friend in the world, Sam-Sam, and how he would know what to do…and how she….wouldn’t….and doesn’t.
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I was in the concrete room. Either not noticing the mental breakdown a few feet away from him, or just in a different box altogether. ((i’m not sure which)) All he knew was that this was complete bullshit. “Is this fucking concrete?” he thought. He decided to just lie on the floor, close his eyes, and rest. Christ he was cold.
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Stella stirred from where she laid on the floor, her body cold and numb from the concrete beneath her. Concrete? She furrowed a brow in her sleep before shooting up suddenly into a sitting position, her green-gold eyes scanning the room she was in. Concrete. Where was she? She’d never been in a room like this, with walls of concrete and a matching floor. Dragging herself from the floor because she didn’t like how cold it was, she crossed her arms looking around the small room she seemed to be locked up with. To her right, huddled against the wall was a dark haired girl in a white dress that matched her white eyes. No iris. No pupil. Just white. Shamefully Stella let her eyes drop to the floor from behind her glasses and wondered if the girl was blind. Â To her left was a male she also had never seen before. Feeling her timidness gripping hold of her, she asked them; “Where…are we?” She hadn’t remembered being kidnapped. She hadn’t remembered coming here. Was this a dream, maybe?
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“Ugh, what the heck?” I say rubbing my head as I lift it off the wall from my sleep.
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“Thats what I’d like to know.” Stella replied to the girl’s nervous look and question. Moving over to the wall, she pressed her hands against it before settling an ear there. She wondered somewhere, dimly, if those two had been there before, but couldn’t quite think that through. “I can’t hear anything, but it is concrete..” She pushed away from the wall, examining it like it held the secret map to the holy grail.
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“I have a pocket watch.” I say pulling it out.
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“How did they get us in here without any of us waking up and no holes to get in and out.
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The pocket watch spins incredibly fast, hours passing in seconds. A faint twinge of the smell of bacon passes through the room, and then it is gone.
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Stella’s stomach turns at seeing the pocket watch spin. “So…please tell me that your pocket watch just does that sometimes. That it puts out the smell of bacon and spins its needles really fast,” She went down onto her knee’s, reaching forward to touch the watch and examine it.
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I pull it away for a moment. “Uh what are you doing?” I ask the stranger girl (That I guess is next to me.) I look at the walls and put my pocket watch away. “Won’t we all just starve in here?”
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She blinked, sitting back on her heels. “I’m looking at your watch, and you didn’t answer my question.” She informed him quietly before standing straight again. She didn’t want to think about the death of them in this cold cell, so instead she looked up at the ceiling to see if she could fine where the light source was. Light source meant a hole with a wire through it. There had to be at least one opening to this room.
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Velia seemed aware things went on somewhere else, what went on…? She didn’t know, but there was vibrations, unless she imagined them. If Sam-Sam was here she’d know what was real and fake. Maybeis entire room didn’t even exist…she laughs vaguely, and begins to punch the wall, not even a dent. A bit of dust from the concrete covered her grey hand and her knuckle began to bleed. She cringes.
” maybe I’m holding a red crayon in the cage, but there has to be a dancing bear….” The ding of her translator app in her phone somehow manages to catch that. It robotically echoes through the room,
“Perhaps I am in the wrong this time, because this is a hell worse then real life, but someone or something must be behind this.”
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“Is someone out there?” She shouted a bit in response to their shouts behind her. With a fierce movement, she kicked the cement wall before going very still. You could practically see a shiver pass through her like in those animes before she let out a gasp, sinking to the ground cradling her toe.
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Velia swears she hears a knocking sound a soft thud to be specific. She tries to recall being a witch but she never really was a witch…sound enhancement…she thinks watching the unstable magic in her blood force her hands to glow and shake, if it didn’t work she’d collapse but maybe just maybe….she screams as the power of the mental spell drains her but she was screwing with the barrier alright. She knew it was working soon whoever else was here could deffiately hear her speak. Unless she passed out first. Her hands shiver and she twitches a bit hoping to the queen she wouldn’t collape.