forum Survivalist//open//5/6

Started November 21, 2019 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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Name: Walter Zhao
Nicknames: Walt, Wally, Mr. Wall Street, Walmart, Walnut, Off the Wall, Mr. Disney, Disney Dude, Control+Walt+Delete, etc. (He loves nicknames)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual

Appearance: He has black hair that reaches down to his back. He's pretty short. He is very skinny and isn't very heavy at all. His eyes are a ghost blue colour and they are relatively large. His fingers are large and thin and he has very pallid and thin lips. His eyebrows are thin and rest neatly above his eyes.
Clothing style: Generally relaxed. He wears whatever he feels is best for the occasion and won't let anyone change his mind. He'll wear pretty much anything.
Outfit: It ranges from a hoodie and sweatpants to dresses and sunhats. He just really doesn't care. As long as he's not walking around naked he's almost always fine with it.
Distinguishing Features: (tattoos, piercings, etc.) He has a scar across his nose from being scratched by a cat when he was 7 years old.

Personality: He generally keeps calm in what would be considered a stressful situation. He tends to joke around a lot, but he's serious when necessary.
Likes: Singing, dancing, jokes, nicknames, art, writing, reading, poetry, Vines
Dislikes: A lot of people(but it's all personal), bright lights, bacon, eggs, shrimp/prawn
Habits: When he's uninterested in something, Walter tends to pick at his nails and whistle, so it's obvious when he's bored. He tends to also crack his knuckles and stretch at random points in time. Often, he looks off into the distance at something random and he'll just space out.
Fears: Old Age
Backstory: His mom always wanted him to study hard and become a surgeon and his dad wanted him to learn to play the violin and become a professional player. Despite this, Walter pursued neither of those things and instead proceeded to study psychology and human behaviors. His parents continuously called him a disappointment to the family name, but Walter pushed on anyway. He finds psychology interesting and he is particularly good at reading people's eyes and telling how they're feeling.

Questionnaire (answer however you see fit)

What was the basis of the Escape room you survived?

It was a linear puzzle-based one. Nothing too out of the ordinary aside from the fact that he was required to deal with multiple "uncomfortable" situations (small spaces, dead animals, being chained down/blindfolded, etc.)

What skill-testing skill did they test you on?

Problem-solving, tolerance to uncomfortable situations, stuff like that

What are the things you are good at? (Puzzles, finding small details, etc)

Reading body language/eyes, remaining calm in stressful situations, maths, relatively good at observation, good at finding humor in non-humorous things

What is your favourite genre of books/movies?

Horror, thriller, suspense, mystery, etc.

(DONE! FINALLY!)

"Lol, I love him. We need one more person but if yall want, we can start?)

(Ok, so they dont know each other. All they know is that they are going to meet other people who also survived their own escape rooms. This story can go a ton of different ways, so it doesnt matter what you do lol)

Violet was nervous. The last time she was invited to go to an escape room, she had almost died. This time it wouldn't be any different the note had said, if she declined their offer, she would be eliminated. If she chose to accept however, she would get on a private flight with 4 to 5 other contestants where they would be taken to their first challenge. She had a 4x4 rubik's cube in her hands and she was fiddling with it in the waiting room. The room itself was neat looking, a couple magazines, a juice bar, soft music playing in the background. If Violet didnt know any better, it looked like a normal room

It’s official.
Cameron Muller was about to crap her pants.
The only problem with that is that she didn’t have another pair.
The reason for said emotion of needing-to-crap-pants was that she felt out of control, which was something that Cam hated way more than she could express. The last time she felt out of control, she ended up in an escape room. And now that she was facing the fact that she’s have to go into yet another escape room, she didn’t like it one little bit.

But then she thought to herself that maybe… maybe it would be okay because there were other people going in with her. People that could, potentially, help (or hinder) her progress out of the escape room.
You’ll be fine, Cammie. She thought. Just fi-

And it was then that she walked into a room with a mediocre-looking juice bar and locked eyes with Violet.

Violet looked up at the arrival of the newcomer and smiled nervously. "If you are part of the test. Then I'd like to die before it begins please." The 16-year old replied. She stood up and crossed her arms behind the waist. "I'm Violet, Violet Oberon. Who are you?" She asked

Walt heard that he was going to another escape room and he was instantly excited. He had survived once before and was eager to do it all over again. He did a little jig as Pumped Up Kicks blasted through his headphones. He waltzed into the room that happened to have Violet and Cam in it. He stopped cold in his tracks. He took out one headphone and looked at both of them. He looked at each of they're eyes. From what he could tell they were just meeting for the first time, so he wasn't a third wheel.

He remained silent and walked over to the juice bar and grabbed a cup. He poured out the liquid substance claiming to be apple juice and he drank it. Mediocre at best, he thought but didn't voice this opinion. He leaned against the juice bar, one earbud still in, the song had since changed to Sweater Weather. He hummed quietly.

He looked back and forth at the two. No one was saying anything. He decided to speak up. Having have just walked in and having headphones in, he didn't quite catch anyone's name, but he introduced himself anyway. He put down his cup and clear his throat.

"Hello there," he spoke to both girls, "I'm. . .Walter, but you can call me whatever nickname you can think of." He continued in a sing-song tone, "Within reason, of course." Through his headphones, he could still hear the lyrics of the song.

Sometimes the silence guides our minds to
So move to a place so far away

He waited for a little for an introduction from the other two people, but soon spaced out. He absent-mindedly picked at his nails as he stared at the wall.

(Oops sorry for being inactive for a bit there.)

“I’m Cameron Muller,” said the girl aptly named. “But you can call me Cam or Cammie or something along those lines. It’s… nice to meet you two, even though I guess it’s not under the best of circumstances?”
Cam caught a sliver of Sweater Weather through Walter’s earphones and smiled slightly, starting to hum along and bop her head as she got a cup of water from the juice bar. She screwed her face up as soon as she took a sip. God, even the water’s bad.

"Nice to meet you." She said in a soft voice. After the last time, she had PSTD and had a hard time trusting people, but something in her gut just told her she could trust them.

He smiled brightly. "It's nice meeting you too. . ." he pondered his brain for her name but could think of it. He looked at her for a moment, then looked away, messing with his nails. "Umm," he muttered, "what's your name?" He'd never gotten a chance to hear it. He sipped his apple juice in a small attempt to shove down how awkward he had felt in that moment.

"Violet." She smiled

He stopped sipping his so-called apple juice and waved his free hand dismissively. "Pfft. I knew that. It's nice meeting you too, Violet." He turned to Cam, "And you as well, Camera." Walnut sat himself down in a seat and made himself comfortable.

"So," he began, "I'm assuming you both have been in an escape room before, correct?" He looked both of them in the eyes in turn. He hoped that he would be with people who at least had some experience. The other ones died too quickly and he had to get out by himself. He pressed his thumb down on the knuckle of each of his fingers, a loud crack released from each one.

Violet nodded, her eyes becoming darker. "I was the only one to survive mine. I'm assuming you guys survived your own as well because that is what I was told." She responded, voice thick with emotion.

He noticed the shift of tone in Violet's eyes and voice. He felt bad for her. She seemed so shaken. "Hey, don't feel bad." He attempted to comfort her, "I was the only one to survive mine too. It's just natural selection, okay?" He didn't know if his words had any effect on her, but he decided to move on to other things. He cleared his throat and promptly switched topics. "Either way, aren't there supposed to be others?" he inquired, "where are they?"

Cam, who was sipping on her water when she heard her new nickname, coughed slightly and, as a result, managed to get water all over her face. “Ugh, dainty,” she muttered, spitting out the small amount of water that had actually made it into her mouth. She pulled up the hem of her shirt and wiped her face.

Wally looked at both people, still not receiving a response. His brows furrowed slightly and he popped back in his headphones. The turned up the volume slightly higher than before.

"Thanks for the response," he muttered sarcastically and began biting off the dead skin on his lips. He hated it when his lips got chapped. It made his lips feel all wrinkly and wrinkles reminded him of old age. Something that he has deep displeasure of.

he tapped his foot to the beat of his music and looked off into the distance once again.

“Oh, sorry, I was lost in thought a bit.” Cam said after finally finished wiping her face. “I’m not sure when they’ll be coming or who’ll be coming, so I guess we’ll just have to wait.”
She stared at the water for a couple of seconds. “There wouldn’t… happen to be better water around anywhere, would there?” Cam muttered opening the door and sticking her head out, looking along the corridor. She turns back to Violet and Walter. “Are we allowed to leave this room?”

"I don't see why we wouldn't be," Wall-E said zoning back into reality. Walnut walked over to Cammie and leaned in her face. He examined her thoroughly, then lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe a missed water droplet. "You missed a drop," he said, wiping her face. He patted her head and then returned to his seat. "But why are you asking," he smirked, "you trying to escape or something?"

Cam, needless to say, had an odd look on her face, extremely confused by what had just happened. She blinked a couple of times and shook her head, snapping her thoughts back to normal.
“Right. Um. No, no I’m not escaping yet I’m just looking for some water that doesn’t taste terrible. So if we can leave…” she picks up a plastic cup from the juice bar, “I’m gonna go and do that. If anyone else wants some better-tasting water, lets go.”

Walter shrugged. He reached over to a bookbag that he had with him and pulled out his water bottle. He shook it to make sure that he still had water in it. A decent amount. he thought. "Nah, I'm good. You have fun on your adventure, Cam-Cam."