ROLEPLAY HQ - lost-beneath-hell

How long has it been since I woke up in this hell hole? A day? A month? A year? I am not entirely sure, the dull buzzing of the lights above me have begun to drive me insane. Rooms with no rhyme or reason, a dull musky smell in the air. Is this hell? Or something worse? I wonder thoigh the strange rooms looking for a way out, looking for anything to save me from this fate. I think back to how I ended up in this place, my mind trying to understand the insanity of it all. ○○○ I was walking home from my shift at the local burger joint at some dead end job, something to get me by until I got back on my feet. Life was rough at this time. Everything seemed fine, thr night air was cool, not a cloud in the sky... suddenly I took a step and fell. Everything I knew and loved vanished in an instant as I fell though the ground in to this strange place. The strange ugly carpet, the dull yellow wall paper... Everything. ○○○ A noise shook me from my thoughts, a dull thud, flesh hitting the ground. What was that? I've never heard anything else other then the buzzing. I ran towards the noise "Help! Hello!?" I cried, hoping for anyone to help me. I rounded a corner and stopped in my tracks, my mind briefly flashed to a possibility... what if it wasn't another person down here? (Picture posted for context)

A hard thud. The wind knocked out of her lungs. A strangled attempt to breath again. It took a few moments, but Pryors lungs filled with air once again as she stayed fixated in her spot on the ground. Her eyes darted around the room, the stale scent of the carpet and offensively dull look of tacky yellow wallpaper filled her senses. The buzzing lights above blinded her for a moment, screwing her eyes shut as she rolled onto her side. A groan left her lips, her head pounding from hitting her head during the fall. “What the fuck..” Pryor grumbled to herself, resting on all fours as she tried to regain her bearings, her head hanging low. She was dizzy, disoriented, confused. How did she get there? She had been walking home from a terrible first date. Donned in a light sweater, a black tank top, and a pair of light blue jeans, topped with a pair of sneakers she wore everywhere. It was late evening, the sun dipping below the horizon to give way to the darkness of night. Her mind was void of thoughts during that moment, her body on auto-pilot as she walked from the restaurant back to her house. The last thing she remembered was tripping over something she didn’t notice. She prepared to fall a short way to the ground, her hands in front of her face to catch herself. Hello? Pryor could hear someone else calling out. She scrambled to her feet, groaning once again at the pressure in her head. “Hello? Is someone there?” Pryor called out, taking a few small cautionary steps towards the sound of another person.

Xander began running though the hallways, rooms? What ever these things were. His heart was pounding as he tried to find where the source of the sound was coming from. He paused to catch his breath the voice sounded so close, yet it didn't seem like he was getting any closer. "Hello?!" He cried out once more, the sound bouncing off the walls with a dull echo. The lights above him were humming louder now, and it was about to drive him mad. Where the hell was that voice? He leaned over to catch his breath When he finally spotted something different; a body in the distance. Well someone Standing atleast. "Hey! over here!" he cried, waving his hands in the air. Tears rolling down his face, he wasn't alone after all! There WAS someone else down here.

@Dana

Pryor had to lean against a nearby wall as she regained her bearings. The sound of someone yelling gave her some hope that she wasn’t alone, but her surroundings gave her a deep sense of dread. Where was she? The voice seemed to be getting somewhat closer, though the winding halls concerned her. She didn’t want to get lost. Pryor pushed herself off the wall, apprehensively walking towards the distant sound of another human. ”Hello??” Then, as if her prayers where answered, she saw a figure standing a few rooms away. She kept her eyes trained on him, afraid that if she merely blinked, she would lose him. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, and she ignored the horrors that was the rooms around her and bolted towards the figure. It was a man, around her age, dark hair with a white t-shirt. Pryor didn’t know what came over her, but once she was close enough, she practically jumped on the man, wrapping her arms around him. She was only there for a few moments, but seeing another person was overwhelming. She was happy. She wasn’t alone. Though, she didn’t know how long this man was here. Who was he? Why was he here? Why where they both here?

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@King Spuid the Hooman

Xander let out a small gasp when the woman tackled him, sending him falling back crashing to the ugly, dirty yellow carpet beneath their feet. A small happy laugh escaped his lips. He wasn't alone, there was another human in here. Well maybe? was she human? He genially pushed the woman off of him and stood, flashing a kind uneasy smile. "Thank fuck someone else is here, I thought I was alone," He stated simply before brushing some of his hair out of his face. He took a moment to look around the similar, almost haphazardly placed rooms. Finally he had a center point, something familiar. He could rationalize this from there, maybe. It was still going to be a rough time. He looked at the attractive woman before holding out his hand, "Xander, Local fry cook," He smiled softly. Having a since of normalcy was defiantly going to help in times like this, "Who are you? and do you have any Idea where we are? or how we even got here? Last I knew I was walking home from work, and I fucking stumbled."

Pryor scrambled up from the ground with an awkward chuckle. Did she just tackle another human being? Absolutely. "Oh, uh, Pryor! Local Receptionist." Pryor laughed, scratching the back of her neck. She took a look around, and despite the soreness of her head from the fall, Pryor was now able to take note of her surroundings. It was... uncomfortable. No one else was around in the randomly segmented rooms. It looked like an old abandoned office building from the 80's. She looked back towards Xander, shaking her head. "I tripped and just.... fell here." She said, her breath shaky.

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@King Spuid the Hooman