Name: Harley Fay
Age: 18
Gender: female
Appearance: black hair green eyes
Personality Traits: pretty sassy and doesn’t take poop from others. She likes the truth no matter how brutal
Background: develop
Other: she is scared of spiders and is actually pretty lonely
(Alright, go ahead and join in. So far, everyone's waken up, introduced themselves, found a way out of the room they woke up in and are now exploring the mansion.)
"That's better," Byungcheol sighed. It was still quite dim in the room, but the light was enough for Byungcheol to notice something odd about the book case across the room. He walked over to it and inspected the books before taking out a dusty blue one and blowing the dust on it, trying to refrain from coughing.
Amelia walked alone down the hall. She jumped at every sound
Jamie took a step into the room. He walked over to a desk in the corner. He looked through the drawers, only finding scraps of blank paper. An inkwell set on the dust-covered desk, and the wood had small indents and scratches all over it.
(What should Harley do?)
Dannell followed Amelia down the hall, not having anything better to do. He looked at his surroundings, pretty spoopy, but at the same time not too scary. It seemed like a stereotypical haunted house from a horror movie.
Amelia looks back at Dannell, "What chu think?" She didnt wait for a response but walks in different room of the hallway
Dannell followed Amelia, not sure what she said, but he followed her.
Amelia looks around the room, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She looks back at the other guy, "What'd you think?" She walks around the room
Dannell felt around the room as his eyes were adjusting to the darkness, hoping to find some paper and something to write with. He sneezed from the dust being stirred by his searching.
Amelia yelps at his sneeze, actually jumping and tripping. She face-plants on the ground and lays there. She growls as she becomes motionless, "Today sucks… Or night…"
Dannell kept searching, oblivious to what had just happened. He looked on a desk, elated when he found a few pieces of paper and an inkwell with a quill next to it. Dannell looked behind him where he expected to see the girl doing whatever, but was surprised to see her on the floor. He hurriedly dipped the quill into the ink and wrote, Are you ok?, the writing sloppy and the page filled with blots of ink and smudging.
Amelia pops her head up but doesnt get up. She rests her chin on her fist and was muttering to herself darkly with many colorful words. She didnt notice the other guy's message.
Dannell waved his hand in front of the girl’s face, she seemed dazed. Dannell waited for a bit before trying to show the girl his message again.
((I missed a lot I'm sorry what happened?))
(What should Harley do?)
(Amelia and Dannell are in a different room than the others and being rebels lol. Otherwise I dont know)
Amelia looks over at the paper and sits up, crossing her legs and nodding, "Im fine." She didnt realize he couldnt hear her
Dannell took the nodding as a “Yeah I’m fine,” and sighed in relief.
((Okay))
Rowena walked down the hall, looking around before ducking into a random room.
Amelia huffs, looking around again. The spot where her face hit the floor was red and semi puffy. She looks back at what she tripped on but couldnt make it out very well in the light
Harley walked around
"Hey, I think I found somethi—" Byungcheol started, before he was quickly cut off by the floor falling from beneath him. Startled, he fell through the new found hole, letting go of the book. He hit a hard stone floor with a thud and let out a cry of pain. The book hit the floor beside him, and the floorboards seemed to grow like vines, covering up the whole and covering up any evidence that Byungcheol had disappeared.
(What should Harley do?)
(All the characters are just exploring a room they found at the moment. Jamie's looking at a desk, Byungcheol's looking at a book, and everyone else is just sort of wandering around the room or the hallway. Just have your character walk into the room)
Jamie's eyes widened and he flinched away from the spot Byungcheol had just stood. "What the fu-" he muttered, his voice trailing off. He stood frozen by the desk, trying to understand what had just happened. After a moment that felt like hours, he ran over to the ground and dropped to his knees. He pounded on the floorboards.
"Byungcheol! Can you hear me?" He tried not to let the panic seep into his voice, but he knew he was doing a crap job at it.
"Yes!" he shouted back after a few minutes of a silence. He was ninety-nine-point-nine-percent sure he had broken something in the fall but was in too much pain to sit up and check. "Can you get some sort of help?"