forum Vote Reboot (OPEN)

Started May 06, 2019 by @WriteOutofTime

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Looking around, Sage fiddled with her shirt sleeves. "I hope so…" she said. Normally, the girl wasn't the timid type, but it was hard not to be scared. She just wanted to go home. To her own bed, to her family.

Finn followed behind the group. ”We are probably not being ransomed. There's too many of us, ” he comments. ”But don't worry we’ll find a way out.”

Maggie nodded. “Yeah we just have to be clever. We can do it,” she said, sounding a bit more hopeful than she felt. They had to escape; Maggie didn’t want to think about the alternative.

Erik kept his other comments to himself just as the hallway opened up into a lounge. “I think we’ve found something,” He mumbled quietly as his eyes fell upon a large television screen.
(I hope it’s okay if I quote the description from the original vote rp)

It was large, like a huge lounge, with old beat up couches and chairs strewn about. On the furthest wall, there was a large, at least 60 inch TV screen.

“Oh good. Maybe we can watch some movies while we wait to get rescued,” Sebastian joked.
However, he was clearly not intent on waiting around, instead opting to feel around the walls for anything strange.

(Could I join? If so, would it be possible for me to have two characters? If not, then my one character will be Grace)
Name: Grace Starling
Age: 19
Appearance: Grace has chest-length light-brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her skin is the average cliche peachy colour, and she's about 5'6'. She wears black tank-top with a blue jacket, black skirt with gold flats, and her bangs are clipped up with a gold circle. In addition, she looks "creepy," as called frequently by other classmates, but pretty, though the few that are unlucky enough to develop a crush on her never talk to her. She also has gold framed black sapphire heart-shaped stud earrings. You could say that she always wears makeup, but always is a strong word. However, Grace never leaves the house without lip gloss.
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Name: Isobel "Izzy" Stevens
Age: 19
Appearance: Izzy has shoulder-length dyed pastel blue to purple gradient from the middle to the tips of her hair and almond shaped amber eyes. Her skin is the average cliche peachy colour, ike Izzy, and about 5'8''. She wears either a black or lavender dress with black flats and rarely wears makeup. When she does, it's usually light eyeshadow and lip gloss. She also has amber rounded stud earrings. Anything else that I decide to add or forgot or leave out will be revealed in the RP.

"Movies, yeah, let's do it," Daso laughed, appreciating the joke. He wandered around the room, checking under the couches and around the TV. "It's like everything's from a dumpster."

“Yeah, bears its resemblance to the apartment of a broke college student, if I’m being honest,” Sebastian agreed, obviously referring to his own place.

Finn walked around the room. He nods at the others comments. "Add a few claw marks and marker drawings and this looks like mine," Finn said plopping down on a rundown brown couch.

Erik approached the tv, looking at the back wires to see if anything was amiss. He was too antsy to sit down. They were trapped, but there just had to be something to let them know what was going on. Who kidnapped them, why were they here, something.

Maggie plopped down on a weathered green couch after examining the room quickly. She stared at the TV blankly, lost in thought, her mind running. “Maybe the TV is important,” she suggested. “It could be like some sort of sick game or something. Maybe we’ll all have to solve a crazy puzzle or battle to the death and the screen will be an insane guy describing our task as he prepares to kill us?” She blinked, realizing how crazy that sounded. “Or not.”

"This isn't Jigsaw," Finn said. "At least I hope it's not."

Grace walks in the room. "H-hey…" she says shakily (Hey @"CW-Write Like You're Running Out Of Time" can Grace have some sort of disorder where Izzy is like a voice in her head that she talks aloud to?)

“Yeah, that’s crazy,” Maggie agreed, trying to calm her nerves. It didn’t work. She glanced at Grace. “Hi.”

Sage sat on the couch as well, hugging her knees to her chest. It wasn't any consolation that she might die here, much less by the very people currently in the room with her. The girl jumped at the sound of a new voice, but turned towards the door. She seemed older like everyone else. And she was pretty too…

(I'm just gonna go ahead and go with that disorder I mentioned earlier, um Sarah) "Everyone's a complete stranger here, why are you even bothering to talk to them?" Izzy, er the voice in her head told her. "I'm… uh… Grace…" she said, at a loss for words.

Finn waves at the new girl ”I’m Finn” he said and then turned to Sage. “Hey it’s going to be ok,” He said trying to reassure the younger girl. A calm smile on his face. He was always great at faking being calm.

“I’m Magnolia,” she said with a small smile. Talking about something that wasn’t the creepy situation they were in was definitely helping. “Maggie for short.”

The girl looked up at the boy beside her. Pursing her lips, she nodded. It was a bit nice to know that everyone for the most part had at least some bit of hope of leaving. "I just don't like that there are jokes about any of us dying, y'know? No one has less value than the next person."

“I know that and don’t worry none of us are dying,” He said not even really believing himself.

"You're gonna die here, you know. Talking to them isn't gonna make it better. Just stay quiet and everything will be fine," Izzy said. (Keep in mind that whenever you read "Izzy" that means "the voice in her head named Izzy") "Just shut up, will you?" Grace spoke aloud to Izzy. "Sorry about Iz," she said apologetically, pointing her thumb at the empty space beside her.

"I hope you're right," Sage replied with a small grin. At least the talk of possible horrors had died down now. Everyone was focused on the TV or talking with others. Taking a look at the new girl, Sage tilted her head to the side. "Iz…?

"Yeah, that blonde-ish haired girl with dyed hair to my left. What's with the confusion?" Grace said, confused now. "Grabbing" Izzy's hand, she marched them over to some empty seats and sat down.

Maggie arched an eyebrow, confused. She glanced at Sage, unsure how to respond to that.