The cage was set on top of another, which was on top of another, which was lined with another. Rows and rows of cages lined the walls. In each cage was a person and an envelope with the same message. In one of these cages was a small, skinny girl with long red hair. Her hair stuck to her back and forehead. All that was left on her body were her bra and underwear. All the people in the cages were asleep but her. She groaned and opened her eyes, feeling the bars of the cage pressing into her skin. The envelope lay unnoticed under her. As she woke up, she heard the cages around her shift as others woke up. She heard shouts of distress, and sobs from people around her. She finally noticed the envelope and managed to reach it, and pull it out from under her cramped up body, with the tips of her fingers. She peeled open the seal and squinted, trying to read the message in what little light there was. You are one of 350 of people brought here. 24 hours after you wake up, another envelope will be placed in your current residence. In this envelope, you will find a number and another message explaining what this number means. Good luck contestants!
Neil groaned. Every muscle in his body protested when he shifted his weight, waking up. His shoulder and hip were particularly sore from having been pressed against the bars of his cage for quite some time. With a grunt he pushed himself upright. While his body was overal quite toned, track marks on his arm revealed a past with a less than healthy lifestyle and so did a number of scars - all from injuries that had been entirely preventable if Neil had not been his own opportunistic, disloyal self - and a few bruises.
The thing about Neil's body that showed the most, however, was the fact that his left arm was replaced by a prosthetic arm. It's design was fairly sleek, but it's functionality very basic, despite what it's looks might imply.
For a moment he allowed himself to wake up fully. The sounds around him did nothing to soothe the growing worry in his gut. He shivered; he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
At first he didn't even see the envelope, as he was mostly absorbed by what he could see from his cell. Cage upon cage upon cage. While the young gangster wasn't easily fazed most of the time, this took his breath and all he managed to utter was a single, breathless '...****'.
He tried to get up further, but froze as the cage shifted a bit. His lips were dry and his heart was racing. Then he finally noticed the envelope and he roughly tore it open, his eyes skimming the text and then narrowing. If the letter had been meant to clarify things, it had failed miserably at this, he decided, crumpling the paper up in frustration and tossing it aside. He sat back down, breathing heavily and still taking in as much of his surroundings as he could.
The thing about Neil's body that showed the most, however, was the fact that his left arm was replaced by a prosthetic arm. It's design was fairly sleek, but it's functionality very basic, despite what it's looks might imply.
For a moment he allowed himself to wake up fully. The sounds around him did nothing to soothe the growing worry in his gut. He shivered; he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
At first he didn't even see the envelope, as he was mostly absorbed by what he could see from his cell. Cage upon cage upon cage. While the young gangster wasn't easily fazed most of the time, this took his breath and all he managed to utter was a single, breathless '...****'.
He tried to get up further, but froze as the cage shifted a bit. His lips were dry and his heart was racing. Then he finally noticed the envelope and he roughly tore it open, his eyes skimming the text and then narrowing. If the letter had been meant to clarify things, it had failed miserably at this, he decided, crumpling the paper up in frustration and tossing it aside. He sat back down, breathing heavily and still taking in as much of his surroundings as he could.
I shall join as Sean Alderman, a normal looking guy with tan skin and black hair. (brown eyes)
Sean Alderman didn't really care where he was.
He didn't care that he was cold and alone, he didn't care that he was trapped and surrounded by other trapped people.
All he cared about was that he had kissed Malissa McGormick.
He didn't care that he was cold and alone, he didn't care that he was trapped and surrounded by other trapped people.
All he cared about was that he had kissed Malissa McGormick.
Sierra woke up shaking in her cage. she had another bad dream. she could barely move in her cage. she pulled her knees in closer to her body and sobbed. then she felt something. it was an envelope. when she got done reading it dread seeped into her spine.
Hazel eyes darted around the cage, scared and confused. She didn't know where she was, why she was there, how she got there...The woman shuddered, pulling her arms tighter around herself. It was cold, and the unforgiving metal of the cage beneath her didn't help. Where was Nimeh? She could hear others around her, and her own choked sobs added to the mix of sounds. They stopped suddenly, replaced by a whimpering as fur spread across her body, her form shifting and shrinking to that of a small dog. She barked once, and then looked down to see the envelope. Tearing it open, she read what was written, fear filling her canine eyes. She wanted to get out, she didn't like it here... she wanted her sister, at least, to be by her side.
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