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[Cheesecake]

((Waitlist please.))

[scapheap]

Clair stopped shivering and walked slowly along.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Wendell stood up, muttering.
"They're here. THEY'RE HERE."

He shook, before snapping back to reality, sighing.
"Goddammit."

He lined up behind Clair.

[krispehkreem]

ANNOUNCEMENT
Just a little thank-you note from me guys, loving the responses on the thread right now, keep em' coming! Can't wait to progress with the story and see what you guys come up with.

I'd like to note that this is my first ever RPG-esque thing I've done on any sort of forum and I am REALLY happy to see such positive feedback! Also a little shout-out to my buddy "Noodlerex" for introducing me to Bay12, the forums, the many genres of game-types played here and Dwarf Fortress! Good job bud.

Also a little side note, I have begun writing the next part of the story and i just can't wait to see how you guys are gonna fiddle with your scenery and the characters with the bio of your characters in mind, it shall be swell.

[Scelly9]

John keeps his eyes directly ahead, walking in a gait that seemed jerky, robotic, unnatural. Lighten up. It won't be so bad in here. He rolls his eyes. He lines up behind Wendell, noting his little outbursts.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Wendell seemed nervous, looking around....

...then he may have seen something that soothed his mind, for he calmed down, and shook his head.

[OREOSOME]

Lucas followed the man, looking scared. Not necessarily because of the Counselor, but he helped towards it. Mostly he was trembling before the horrifying visages he saw, and the dark secrets they whispered into his mind. No stopping the whispers. Cover your ears? They tell it to your mind directly. He'd close his eyes, but those things would just force them open, forcing him to gaze upon them.

[kj1225]

(This is what Kyle sees in his head)

The bad conductor yelled at me again, said I had to go to the dining area. I don't want to do it but I don't want what happened to hurricane to happen to me. I get up from my spot in the corner of the car and walk out the now open door. As I walk out I see the Jabberwocky with the conductors voice. "I hate that Jabberwocky. I swear if I get my hands on my vorpal blade he is going to be dead. No not dusted like usual I'll EXTERMINATE him." I look around, in front of me there is a forest hermit messing around with his magic. Behind me there is a door mouse lookalike that shivers constantly. Behind her is a man that has a holstered gun on his hip, I wonder why they didn't take that away. Behind him is rusty robot. and lastly there is a man that is constantly looking around, the only odd thing is I hear whispers when I look at him.

[Powder Miner]

((Waitlist me... if I get in it'll be suuuperlate, but with the char idea I have in mind, that's fine...))

[krispehkreem]

CHAPTER TWO

Glad to see such great and creative writing going on here guys! Keep those ideas coming and I'll keep the (Hopefully) good background progressing! Good luck guys. So without further a due, CHAPTER TWO! Enjoy!

Chapter Two: May the Bird of Good-fortune's Wings be Clipped no Longer...

It feels almost as if you have broken free of all bonds that hold you to the earth, being in an extended and open room after days of isolation brings a slight smirk to the lips of even the most psychotic. The walk down the narrow halls to the stairs is long, and almost arduous. Your weakened and frail body is beginning to fall apart at the seems, but you withstand the pain knowing that the promise of food would bring yet another of those oh so hard to obtain smirks.

Two of the world's most seemingly longest minuets pass before the inevitable arrival at the mess hall. The room is large and square, one floor, one roof, four walls and nothing but tables, seats and guards in between, they kept this place on a tight shift. Your steps begin to shudder as you approach the table to find a comfortable spot to sit.

"ATTENTION PRISONERS!" That shrieking call is back again, not even a thousand Banshees could enforce more terror than this one stout middle aged man.
"This, is the mess hall. Before you, there sits tables and chairs. The tables are made from stainless steel and buffed to a dull polish, as are the seats. If I see so much as as a single scratch on either table or seat, you will be moved into solitary confinement. Food is on its way, be patient and thankful for your meal, it is one of only two you get per day. You may now converse freely, any chatter of escape inherits the same penalty as vandalism. Now I assume that you all have at least a small amount of sanity left to understand my terms, I shall be in the security hall should a problem arise, continue on."

Even though he appears to be the man that will dictate rest of your life for a side job, you still have this thought in the back of your mind as to why they sent the 'headmaster' and not just a regular counselor. Why are you so special?

The counselor left just as fast as he had arrived, and now you're left with nothing more than your thoughts....and your fellow inmates.

[kj1225]

Kyle looks around sadly at the tables. When the head guard guy leaves Kyle tries to stay out of sight of the other guards. If no one notices he will slip towards the other side of the room and see if he can get to the kitchen. If he is seen he will try to sit down casually.

[Remuthra]

My god, they're already scratched! The forks! The tables have already come down as prophesized! They have come down and marred the surfaces, then returned to their aeries! I can still see the wings in my mind! The counselor must be informed about this, Sasha!
Joe goes running as fast as he can toward the security hall.

[Scelly9]

Bloody bastards going to get himself killed "I know" John mutters, rolling his eyes again. John sticks out a foot, attempting to trip Joe. He then walks briskly to the other side of the room and sits down.

[scapheap]

"So then, what is your lot malfunction?" Clair asked in a sing song voice.

[OREOSOME]

Lucas walked to the table, and sat. He didn't feel like eating. The things were always messing with the food, but one of the voices usually urged him on towards eating.
"The voices tell me to eat. I don't want to, most of the time. I hope the voices lea-"
He jerks to the side, as if hit by a slap.
"The voices don't like that idea, it seems... Oh well. I am called Lucas. The Voices call me all sorts of things, though. Cruel, cruel things."