Somewhere in the minds of little girls is a story hidden, a story about a group of friends stuck in a house. Forever to repeat tragic lifes, never having memories of their previous life. Deep in their stomach is a knot, which tells them that they are doing everything wrong. But do they change something? No, because its easier to keep doing what you know then to change, the fear of the unknown can swallow you whole. Look at the world, we still consume and disrespect and that will be our down fall. Will they find out why everytime someone dies, the story restarts or will they keep making the same mistake over and over again.
Victoria woke up, sudden and gasped for air like she had been under water for years. She was lying on hardwood floors. By looking around she could tell she was in the living room. Her body was dressed in a big comfy grey sweater with a black moustache on it, her skinny jeans were ripped badly and her big black combat boots were covered in spikes. Her memory couldn't tell her where she got the clothes. Actually she couldn't recall anything, not the clothes she wore neither the house she woke up in.
A big victorian mansion on a quiet street, the interior was old, antique. Yet it felt like home, like she had been living here for years. The decor was all very clean and picked out so it matched in the house. The house counted 3 floors, with 5 bedrooms each having there own bathroom and a very big attic, which was locked. How did she know that? She couldn't tell you even if her life depended on it, which it might.
OOC: We need 3 guys and 2 girls. They will al be paired with each other for a possible romance.This starts with everyone waking up from another repeat. Also we know each other but dont remember, we just have a feeling. This is not supposed to be a slasher roleplay. Just mysterie and comedy.
Victoria woke up, sudden and gasped for air like she had been under water for years. She was lying on hardwood floors. By looking around she could tell she was in the living room. Her body was dressed in a big comfy grey sweater with a black moustache on it, her skinny jeans were ripped badly and her big black combat boots were covered in spikes. Her memory couldn't tell her where she got the clothes. Actually she couldn't recall anything, not the clothes she wore neither the house she woke up in.
A big victorian mansion on a quiet street, the interior was old, antique. Yet it felt like home, like she had been living here for years. The decor was all very clean and picked out so it matched in the house. The house counted 3 floors, with 5 bedrooms each having there own bathroom and a very big attic, which was locked. How did she know that? She couldn't tell you even if her life depended on it, which it might.
OOC: We need 3 guys and 2 girls. They will al be paired with each other for a possible romance.This starts with everyone waking up from another repeat. Also we know each other but dont remember, we just have a feeling. This is not supposed to be a slasher roleplay. Just mysterie and comedy.
Jora felt her forehead throb as she hit the metal water faucet at full force. She cursed with gritted teeth and intense pain. It wasn't the best awakening, but that is what happens when you wake in a bathtub. She carefully pushed herself to a sitting position as she look at her surroundings with tear-blurred eyes. She was dry despite her current seat. She looked down at her clothes, too thick for the hot humid atmosphere she was in. Her baggy striped sweater and white button-up undershirt clung to her sweaty body uncomfortably. Her skirt was made of a sheer fabric that was layered to hide her lady bits, thank god. Her feet were covered with clunky creeper shoes that squeezed her big toe. She wondered why she was dressed in such a fashion. She rubbed her aching head as she lifted herself out of the tub and walked to the hanging mirror.
She stared at her face. It belonged to her, but she could recognize it. This is my face... why does it feel like I'm looking at a complete stranger. Jora tugged at the deep bags beneath her dull eyes. They definitely reflected the exhaustion she felt. The raven-haired female stepped out of the bathroom and into the hall, searching. She called out into the empty hallway, hoping for answers.
She stared at her face. It belonged to her, but she could recognize it. This is my face... why does it feel like I'm looking at a complete stranger. Jora tugged at the deep bags beneath her dull eyes. They definitely reflected the exhaustion she felt. The raven-haired female stepped out of the bathroom and into the hall, searching. She called out into the empty hallway, hoping for answers.
When she stood up from the hard floor, she tugged her clothes a bit and scratched her head. There, she felt a big bump and it hurt bad. "Auw damn." Hearing her own voice was weird since she didn't have a clue of how it sounded. Well now she knew. Did she like it? She couldn't say.
After hearing a vague voice, she followed the sound towards the hall outside the livingroom. While passing the hall, her eyes fell on pictures of people. A big mirror in the hallway told her that she was one of those people. When she took a closer look, she could see herself smiling on the picture, her arms wrapped around other people. She looked happy, or thats what she thought happiness looked like. It was all so strange and new, yet so familiar. How was that even possible?
Alexandra turned around and there she saw a girl with raven hair, a sudden urge to hug her came over her. She ignored it, instead she walked towards her slowly. Not really sure what to do. "Hello? Do you know who you are? Or whats going on?" Trying to remember what had happend before she was lying down on the ground gave her a very bad headache, somewhere she had a feeling that she wasn't supposed to remember.
After hearing a vague voice, she followed the sound towards the hall outside the livingroom. While passing the hall, her eyes fell on pictures of people. A big mirror in the hallway told her that she was one of those people. When she took a closer look, she could see herself smiling on the picture, her arms wrapped around other people. She looked happy, or thats what she thought happiness looked like. It was all so strange and new, yet so familiar. How was that even possible?
Alexandra turned around and there she saw a girl with raven hair, a sudden urge to hug her came over her. She ignored it, instead she walked towards her slowly. Not really sure what to do. "Hello? Do you know who you are? Or whats going on?" Trying to remember what had happend before she was lying down on the ground gave her a very bad headache, somewhere she had a feeling that she wasn't supposed to remember.
(i swear i will post, wait till tomorrow 
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Jora slowly made her way down the hall, halting when a girl with curly hair approached. She looked at some pictures before meeting her gaze. She saw the young female flinch slightly. Jora swore she saw a small smile twitch at her lips a moment. She asked her some questions which Jora could not answer. She opened her dry mouth, swallowing and licking her lips before responding. "I don't know." Her head pounded as she tried to think; the throbbing made her grit her teeth momentarily. Her teeth felt slimy and she wished for toothpaste. "I think...I know my name. Do you know what's happened?"
Jora looked past at the frames hanging on the hallway wall. The pictures there made her even more confused. They did not seem to share the same subjects, one of which was the girl. Jora saw her own face: eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flushed, mouth wide showing shiny teeth and a tongue ring. She felt the ball on the appendage grow heavy in her mouth. She rubbed against the inside of her mouth as she investigated further. She held a bottle in one hand and a boy's in the other. Who was he? She grabbed at her temples as the pain ebbed at her skull. "What's going on exactly?"
Jora looked past at the frames hanging on the hallway wall. The pictures there made her even more confused. They did not seem to share the same subjects, one of which was the girl. Jora saw her own face: eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flushed, mouth wide showing shiny teeth and a tongue ring. She felt the ball on the appendage grow heavy in her mouth. She rubbed against the inside of her mouth as she investigated further. She held a bottle in one hand and a boy's in the other. Who was he? She grabbed at her temples as the pain ebbed at her skull. "What's going on exactly?"
Zach was knocked out on a bed with his ass raised in the air. His red hair was all over the place as he sat up and yawned. he licked his lips and tiredly looked around, the room wasn't his? or was it?... it was to early to think... or was it? all sense of time was lost to him and all he knew was that it was day from the windows.
Zach lazily flung his feet over the edge of the bed and yawned as he stood. Scratching his head and is naked chest as he approached the hallway door. It all felt strange... was he drinking last night? this house wasn't his was it?... everything was hazy and al he wanted right now was to wash his face... if he could find the bathroom that is.
"Hello?" he called out, at the same time he looked for a shirt, preferably one that was supposed is be on him which is probably lying around somewhere
Zach lazily flung his feet over the edge of the bed and yawned as he stood. Scratching his head and is naked chest as he approached the hallway door. It all felt strange... was he drinking last night? this house wasn't his was it?... everything was hazy and al he wanted right now was to wash his face... if he could find the bathroom that is.
"Hello?" he called out, at the same time he looked for a shirt, preferably one that was supposed is be on him which is probably lying around somewhere
"Yes, I'm Alexandra Politanpo, but thats the only thing I know for sure." Her eyes were narrowed in confusion as she tried to remember who she was. A migrain came over her and she cringed. "What the hell is going on?"
When she heard another voice she looked up and followed the sound with her head. "Lets ask him?" Her head nodded in the direction of the noise. "Hello? We're downstairs!" Her voice got carried through the house and a loud clock could be heard. The loud bangs gave her the chills so she went to check were the sound came from. In the living room, there was a big antique clock. All good, thats not strange, but why did it give her goosebumps?
Then she noticed why. The clock looked exactly like her watch, the only difference was that her watch, instead of counting forward, it was counting down. The timer said 23:12. She looked at the girls wrist and didn't see a watch. Why was she the only one to have one? And why was it counting back? The whole thing frightened her so she tried to take off the watch, but it appeared it was stuck. Like somekind of wire connected it with her veins.
OOC: I have a twist in mind, so during the RP I'll be dropping hints what it is. Also, in order to make this work I suggest that we only repeat once and that we make it so that we do remember otherwise we will never solve this or finish this
When she heard another voice she looked up and followed the sound with her head. "Lets ask him?" Her head nodded in the direction of the noise. "Hello? We're downstairs!" Her voice got carried through the house and a loud clock could be heard. The loud bangs gave her the chills so she went to check were the sound came from. In the living room, there was a big antique clock. All good, thats not strange, but why did it give her goosebumps?
Then she noticed why. The clock looked exactly like her watch, the only difference was that her watch, instead of counting forward, it was counting down. The timer said 23:12. She looked at the girls wrist and didn't see a watch. Why was she the only one to have one? And why was it counting back? The whole thing frightened her so she tried to take off the watch, but it appeared it was stuck. Like somekind of wire connected it with her veins.
OOC: I have a twist in mind, so during the RP I'll be dropping hints what it is. Also, in order to make this work I suggest that we only repeat once and that we make it so that we do remember otherwise we will never solve this or finish this
OOC: Poke? Jora, are you still Rping with us?
--Yeah. Just kinda stuck on what to say.--
"My name is Jora. Jora Lightfellow, I think." The words flowed out of her mouth like a sudden gush of spring water. It left a buzzing sensation in her skull, burning through her eye sockets and making them water. She breathed deeply and led it throb softly in the back of her head as she looked around. Her steps echoed off the floors which disturbed her. It made her feel empty and lost. Like a child.
She felt something like a memory try to push through but it quickly fleeted away. Jora ignored it as she searched. There was another person there. They sounded male.
Jora walked towards the steps to find the boy. He might know something they didn't. "hey, you okay? Do you know where we are?" She called up the stairs.
She felt something like a memory try to push through but it quickly fleeted away. Jora ignored it as she searched. There was another person there. They sounded male.
Jora walked towards the steps to find the boy. He might know something they didn't. "hey, you okay? Do you know where we are?" She called up the stairs.
Zach's vision was a little blurry, he blinked a few times then rubbed his eyes whilst he moved clumsily across the second floor hall. Eventually he spotted the girls below him on the first floor as he leaned over the rail "Your guess is as good as mine" he said as he fought his hangover "Zachary... My name is--argh... Zach" his ability to recall his name left him pained, a high pitch ringing and painful throbbing in his head were left in his success. Blood dripping from his ears as he held his forehead j pain. A sudden dizziness caused him to lose balance and fall over the railing onto the first floor "...ernng... Why?... Ow..."
He lay there, sprawled on the floor in front of them, half naked, sore as hell and lost without a cause. "I swear..." He said sitting up and stretching, his back sore from the landing, he winced when he touched it "if I got drunk last night... Then I'm never doing that again"
He lay there, sprawled on the floor in front of them, half naked, sore as hell and lost without a cause. "I swear..." He said sitting up and stretching, his back sore from the landing, he winced when he touched it "if I got drunk last night... Then I'm never doing that again"
Alexandra proceeded to follow, when she felt a sudden pinch around her wrist. "What the-" A watch was wrapped around her wrist, blood dripped over the skin. As she tried to pull the watch off, her whole body felt a weird shock. The watch was stuck, with pins it was pinned in her skin. The watch itself was counting down and it looked exactly like the big ancient clock in the living room. "24:43:56" it said and kept counting down.
What was supposed to happen in 24 hours? For now, she decided, she'd leave it alone and look for the male first. So she did as she followed the raven haired girl. "Hi, I'm Alexandra. Are you okay? Your ears are bleeding." Her right hand, where she wore the watch, pointed towards his ears. For a second she forgot she was wearing it and moving her arm hurt. Quickly she checked the others arms but no watch to see there.
"I have a feeling that getting drunk would've better then this." She said while walking over to the window to look outside. The window wouldn't open, with all her force used, it wouldn't budge. And looking through the window was difficult too since the windows were weirdly tinted.
What was supposed to happen in 24 hours? For now, she decided, she'd leave it alone and look for the male first. So she did as she followed the raven haired girl. "Hi, I'm Alexandra. Are you okay? Your ears are bleeding." Her right hand, where she wore the watch, pointed towards his ears. For a second she forgot she was wearing it and moving her arm hurt. Quickly she checked the others arms but no watch to see there.
"I have a feeling that getting drunk would've better then this." She said while walking over to the window to look outside. The window wouldn't open, with all her force used, it wouldn't budge. And looking through the window was difficult too since the windows were weirdly tinted.
"I dunno, man. You didn't wake up in a bathtub." Jora groaned as she rubbed the bump forming on her head. Alexandra pointed out the boy's ears. In doing so, she saw her wrist was also bleeding. She looked at Zachary's bleeding ears and then Alexandra's bleeding wrist. She chewed her lips and picked underneath her nails. She was never good with blood and brief memories of passing out after shots flashed in her mind. She let the pain pass and pointed towards the bathroom.
"Um, there's a bathroom. Maybe it has q-tips and bandages for your..." She stammered the last bit out before heading back to the bathroom. She looked around and saw a cabinet beneath the sink. She pulled the squeaky doors open only to find some neatly folded towels and some shampoos. No bandages or q-tips. I guess toilet paper will do. She grab a bunch and headed back. Handing each of them a wad of toilet paper in hopes of stopping the bleeding, Jora fiddled with her skirt as she tried to grasp the situation.
"Um, there's a bathroom. Maybe it has q-tips and bandages for your..." She stammered the last bit out before heading back to the bathroom. She looked around and saw a cabinet beneath the sink. She pulled the squeaky doors open only to find some neatly folded towels and some shampoos. No bandages or q-tips. I guess toilet paper will do. She grab a bunch and headed back. Handing each of them a wad of toilet paper in hopes of stopping the bleeding, Jora fiddled with her skirt as she tried to grasp the situation.
Zack grunted then lazily turned his head to look at Jora as she came back with toilet roll. He stared at it for a few moments then hugged, pulling some off and wiping away the blood before pulling some more off and stuffing them in his ear holes.
He slowly lowered into the floor again and stared at the ceiling "so let me get this straight, neither of us know where we are, each of us has no sense of time and we get head aches and shit just from trying to figure this mess out?.... Damn..." He said staring at the ceiling.
He slowly lowered into the floor again and stared at the ceiling "so let me get this straight, neither of us know where we are, each of us has no sense of time and we get head aches and shit just from trying to figure this mess out?.... Damn..." He said staring at the ceiling.
"Actually.." She said while looking at the watch around her wrist. "I think I can help with the sense of time issue. Even though it might not be the way you want it to help." She showed the watch to the others. "I'm guessing its been counting down from the moment we woke up." Her face was pulled in a frown, she was trying to figure out why it did that. "I don't know whats going to happen in 24 hours but I'm guessing its nothing good."
"Also, I don't know if its just me but I have a really bad case of deja-vu. The pictures in the hall show that we have been friends, even though I can't seem to remember any of you. Still I have a feeling we were good friends." While she was explaining, her head started to hurt. It was all so confusing.
"Also, I don't know if its just me but I have a really bad case of deja-vu. The pictures in the hall show that we have been friends, even though I can't seem to remember any of you. Still I have a feeling we were good friends." While she was explaining, her head started to hurt. It was all so confusing.
"Ugh. Despite what I'm feeling right now, I would use a drink." Everything was so confusing and it all jumbled in her brain. Friends, huh? Jora felt a little knowing they were friends, but she didn't't really know them. She barely knew herself at the moment. They were strangers to her now. She shook her head in frustration. This was all too hard to understand. She scratched at her itching elbow.
"So what do we do now? Is there something we're supposed to do before time runs out?" Jora nibbled her lip. All she could picture was a bomb or a wrecking ball or poison gas. It didn't't seem like a good timer.
"So what do we do now? Is there something we're supposed to do before time runs out?" Jora nibbled her lip. All she could picture was a bomb or a wrecking ball or poison gas. It didn't't seem like a good timer.
"If I knew you'd be the first person I'd tell." Her shoulders lifted in a shrug as she leaned against the wall. "How about we look throught the house for some clues? Sitting here for 24 hours isn't gonna help." Both of her hands were in the pockets of her jeans as she looked at her shoes.
"And I definitly don't wanna drink, this mess came from drinking." She rolled her eyes while she said that and looked up quickly after making that statement. "Euhm, don't know where that came from." Her eyes were big as she looked at the other two with a suprised look on her face.
"And I definitly don't wanna drink, this mess came from drinking." She rolled her eyes while she said that and looked up quickly after making that statement. "Euhm, don't know where that came from." Her eyes were big as she looked at the other two with a suprised look on her face.
OOC: POKE?
(OOC: so, I'm gonna delete my character since this RP isnt going anywhere. I'm sorry.)
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