15strangers | Fighting For Your Life!

WELL SH*IKSSHSH*

[The first thing you feel when you finally come to is a headache.

The bad thing is that it's not even a painful headache - it's one of those annoying headaches that's just below the threshold of pain, and it's centered right in the middle of your forehead. Just...ugh. Where's the aspirin?

For that matter, actually, where are you? This is not your beautiful house! In fact, as get out of your bed, you realize this place isn't even remotely a home. And whatever you're wearing isn't even remotely what you recall wearing. ~~(I mean, yeah, it's not uncomfortable, and whoever dressed you was kind enough to make sure you had underwear on, I suppose. That's one less thing to worry about, right?)~~

Also, you have a weird wrist...watch...comm...thing on you, which is nice. Or at least it would be, if it and every other computer in the place didn't suddenly start making the second most ungodly noise you will no doubt come to hear in this place. The noise is followed by a a message on every desktop in the area, which won't be disappearing any time soon. Thankfully, your nifty wristwatch comm is spared this unavoidable screen, and tapping a button let's it disappear to reveal a simple profile interface, alongside a a text, calling, and photo function. Something tells you those latter two won't be particularly useful to you in the long run.

In any case, apparently you now have a Title, as well as a power, even if you've never had one before. Why? Where the hell are you? Who else is with you? Can you get out?

And...is someone laughing? The sound seems to bounce off and echo faintly throughout the floors. It's high-pitched, and - as you get closer to the theater - it gets just a little louder and just a little more grating. It sounds like a rabid hyena that huffed helium. Hopefully, it's just a movie or something that can be turned off. Someone ought to go in and do that.

In the meantime, welcome, Titled - and good luck.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

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It's natural to get desperate in a hostage situation.

[ to him, it's just a matter of when someone's going to lose it and kill someone else, really. ]

Best thing to do is stay on our toes and try to see if there are any alternatives.

"There's always another way", huh? It's worth it to try and find one, you're right.

[He looks down at this stranger, head canted to one side.]

What's your name?

[ he nods. ] There's almost always a loophole in the system. It's a matter of finding it and exploiting it, really.

Hitsugaya. You are?

[Welp. That answers the question he didn't want to ask - kid's almost definitely Japanese, with a name like that. White hair, though... well, at least everyone's speaking the same language.]

Jonathan Morris. Pleased to make your acquaintance... and I hope whatever that loophole is, we can find it before anybody goes crazy enough to start following this place's rules.

Agreed.

[ he's not...very hopeful, but there's no point in starting an argument or crushing jonathan's hopes. he just nods and looks through the weapons again. ]

Hopefully we can all put an end to it before that happens.

[He nods, very enthusiastically. That's the spirit!]

Yeah, the least we can do is try!

Fighting For Your Life!

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omg so sorry i missed this :(

it's fine, i'm late getting back to you too, i'm sorry!