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Sylph

Take me to Wonderland
You awaken to the sight of a strange roof over you. You sit up in your bed at some point and look down at the floor, seeing it covered in bits of hay and made of wood rather than cement or covered in a rug. As you look around, you notice other beds identical to your own with others either sleeping or looking around like you are doing.

Other than that, you are unsure where you are and as you dwell on how you may have gotten here you realize that you no longer have a fever from the day before. You feel completely healthy and the only strange thing about you is that you still have that strange mark on your body.

Expect now the mark looks like a number rather than a odd blob of sorts.
 
Caleb awoke slowly. At first he tossed and turned in bed, refusing to open up his eyes. The night earlier his mother and father had been fighting over something he didn't know. He had heard quips of it, something about his father's job as a missionary. Whatever it was, he had immediately gone upstairs and tried to go to bed, even though it was only 8:40.

After a couple of minutes of laying in bed, he finally forced himself to open his eyes. As soon as he got up, he would go downstairs and try to pretend the fight had never happened. Maybe his parents would be friendly with each other again, like they always did after an argument.

The first thing he saw when he stared up at the ceiling was a different roof, much different than the one he slept under. She immediately sat up, looking around him. Another one of his stupid dreams, he supposed. It appeared he was in a barn of some sort with all the hay and wood around. Though what kind of barn would have a number of beds in it? He just thought it was a random feature of his dream.

Then he noticed everyone else sleeping in the beds. Hmm, maybe this was a dream based on that movie he just saw the other night, the one where they were all dreaming and whatnot. This seemed an appropriate answer. He suddenly realized something. The fever he had the day before had disappeared, even though it was annoying and lasted all day. Then again, he had heard from someone that you couldn't feel pain in your sleep. He thought that was wrong, since he had woken up to his cat clawing at him plenty of times, but maybe this was a rare case.

He looked down, noticing the shape on his left forearm. His mother had told him it was probably just a blemish from being out in the sun for too long or something, so he just went along with what she had said. Wait, it had changed. It wasn't just a blemish anymore. It was a number. For some reason, Caleb didn't like the thought of that.

Caleb tried making himself wake up. He could usually do that in a dream he didn't like. But this time, it wouldn't work. Something was preventing him from waking up. He started to panic. This never happened. Feebly, in a state of confusion, he softly called out, "Hello?" to the others in the beds.
 
Trevor was woken by the lasting echoes throughout his mind. Or, at least he believed those echoes formed from his imagination. What he was not aware of was that he was i a place of which he did not know.

The Garcia son usually refused to rise every morning due to his tired feelings, and this seemingly-normal was no exception. Trevor eventually woke to a slam in the face; he had fallen onto the floor by rolling off of his bed. However, the ground he hit was not what Trevor usually felt in the morning. No, this floor was just wood and not carpet.

As he struggled to climb back onto his bed, the curious boy observed the area in whch he awoke in. There seemed to be others sound asleep on identical beds. Being half-awake, Trevor easily shook off the oncoming feeling or anxiety and fear. Finally reaching the top of the bed, which seemed as if it were a mountain, he heard the same echo once more. Hello? the voice rebounded across the barren walls. Sitting up after hearing this simple word, Trevor decided whether to respond.

... Yes?
 
Xavia was having the most peaceful sleep.

Sikai and Mariana have finally stopped their fighting for once. she thought in her slumber.

She heard a feeble "Hello?" from the outside world.

Xavia immediately catapulted and jumped onto the floor.

"WHO ARE YOU?" she yelled.

The place she was in didn't see familiar.

"Were you hired? Tell me where I am or face the consequences!" Xavia growled.
 
Araneus woke up, instantly wide awake. He looked around, finding that the room he was in was different than the one he fell asleep in. Strange. But he accepted, and even welcomed strangeness, not questioning it if he didn't think it mattered.

The teenager quickly did a body check, making sure that all of his possessions were still in his pockets. The only thing different was that the blotch on his right arm had configured itself into the shape of an eight.

He looked around the room, noticing that there were other beds, all of the inhabitants sleeping, some closer to waking than others.

Deciding to get a better view, he climbed a supporting pillar of wood, settling into a space between the roof, wall, and two short beams connecting the two. He noticed a block of wood teetering precariously on another beam within arms reach.
Should he push it off?
No. That would make a lot of noise, probably waking several people up.
But it was so tempting...

Before he knew what he was doing, his left arm shot out and whacked the block, knocking it off the beam and making a huge clatter. He cringed at the noise, wondering why he did that. He looked over towards the others, glad to see that no one had woken up, although a few had come nearer to it.

It had been almost an hour later when someone had finally woken up. The person was moving around, not seeming to wake up fully. Finally, the person sat up, and looked around, before finally calling a soft, confused "Hello?" It was clearly male, but too soft to make out his age, since it was too dark in this barn-like area to tell with his eyes.
Araneus decided to not confront him yet, waiting for others to wake up before he does anything.


He was startled by another person falling out onto their bed onto their face, and another shouting nonsense about consequences, almost falling out of his perch. He decided to wait even longer, until someone spotted him before saying anything.
 
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The large window in the room starts to let light in, bathing the floor in a warm glow of sunrise. As the light picks up, you notice that the room is positioned to look like a dorm in a Inn or the likes. Across from the window, on the other side of the room, is a single door that acts as both a entrance and a exit to those in and outside. On the floor, due to the sudden action of one person is a block of wood tossed from the roof. It wasn't a far fall but it did leave a scratch on the nice floor below.

If you listen carefully, you can almost hear soft noises behind the door, sounding oddly like scratching on a wooden floor.
 
Tasha woke slowly up. She was still kind of tired from yesterday, when she seemed to have a fever, but she felt much better now. She opened her eyes.. ..Wait. This wasn't her room, but why wouldn't she be there? She looked around the room, which was now slowly getting lit up by light entering the window, which made her see more clearly. The room looked kind of like some kind of dorm... or possibly an inn? She couldn't see it that clear without her glasses... she started looking around for them. Wait! Her glasses wasn't here! ...Of course, they were at home, at the bedside table in her room - and this wasn't her room! ...Oh well, she would just have to do without them for now, her vision was good enough for her to see her surroundings, although very blurry. She also saw other beds, with other people in them. Most were sleeping, and a few was about to get up... what was this? Was it possibly... a dream? She was used to strange dreams, especially this one that seemed to pop up again and again lately.

Then, she started hearing noises from behind the door on the other side. It sounded kind of like... scratching? Huh. Odd. What could they be? she wondered. She got up from her bed slowly, to look a bit around.

Brr. The floor was kind of cold, due to her not wearing socks and just being in her pajamas. She decided to just sit on her bed for now, and wait for the others to get up so she could find out more about what this weird place was.
 
Indigo's nose twitched suddenly. His eyes were shut firmly, but you could tell he was slowly awaking. It took several minutes, but his eyes finally opened, only to see an odd roof. He swung himself out of bed quickly, his hand, almost instinctively, reached for small pendant that was located around his neck. He eased as his hand met the familiar stone-like qualities of the blue demon. He quickly assessed himself next to make sure nothing had happened.

Let's see. My fever is gone, but my hand still hurts like hell... Is that strange mark from the other day still there? He thought to himself. He looked down towards his chest. Sure enough, the odd mark was still there, but it seemed to have more of a form. Almost like a familiar number... That's when it dawned on him that his shirt was missing. He was slightly annoyed, but there were more pressing matters than that.

He looked further around the room. He noticed a girl had fallen off of her bed, but she also noticed a group of other people who all seemed to be talking or something. He rubbed his eyes a little to verify that it wasn't just a dream before speaking.

"You all wouldn't happen to be new to this place, would you?" He said with little emotion in his voice.
 
As the morning sunbeams glittered throughout the room via the clear windows, Trevor began to recollect his thoughts and such. He had noticed the wood he felt when falling off his bed was just a block that had fallen from the roof.

"And how exactly did that happen?" Trevor asked himself while turning to see if any others had awoken and were in view. He shrugged it off, guessing the area in which he and the other strangers were contained in had poor maintenance. The young man saw a few others laying themselves back onto their beds, so he guessed they were searching for answers as well.

Trevor noticed a shadow as the sunlight steadily but slowly became stronger and brighter. It was quite large, but the Garcia son had no idea where the light was being blocked in order to create that sort of strange pattern. To Trevor, it could be theorized that the shadow was of a person. However, Trevor, being a person who does not like to think, once again shrugged the oncoming feeling of mystery and straightened himself on the bed.

"It looks sort of like an inn, but I don't exactly remember coming to one, much less being with this many people," he muttered to himself while scanning the setting vaguely. "I wonder if it's still - wait, what?!" Trevor noticed the blotch on his left arm had shaped itself into a nineteen. Matters were already confusing enough, and he honestly did not need anything else such as this to create more anxiety or stress.

After a bit, he began to detect a muffled sound. A sound of... scratching? Trevor located the source to be a single door, seeming to be the exit of this haunting room. The boy also began to wonder where his machete had gone, as he always had it under his bed.

...
 
Javi woke up grumbling. He heard somebody ask something; he responded: ''Yes, I am. Now shut up or face the consequences, mmkay?'' He got out of bed, and saw that a strange symbol was on his arm. When he got out of bed, he got to know everybody that was awake. ''Should I trust these people...?'' was the recurring thought in his mind.

My first RP post, so cut me some slack if there's anything wrong.
 
Caleb jumped at the girl who had waken up, screaming at him.

"I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare anybody! I just..." He was suddenly distracted by the boy sitting up in the rafters of the barn-like enclosure. He blinked at him, about to speak, but jumped yet again at the sounds of scratching coming from the door, which he could now see.

"You all wouldn't happen to be new to this place, would you?"

Caleb looked over at the male who had said this, and answered, "Well, I know I am." He then faced the rest of the room.

"Are you guys all part of my dream?" he asked, raising his fragile voice so that everyone could hear him.
 
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((Um, I didn't really understand your post. Are you saying that Caleb was distracted by Araneus knocking the block off, or was he distracted by seeing the block on the ground and then Araneus? If it is the former, my whole post was before anyone woke up, so Caleb wouldn't be distracted by it.))
 
"Are you guys all part of my dream?" The red-headed boy asked.

Indigo's eyes turned directly towards him. He never was one to ignore eye contact, especially in situations like this. He tightened the bandages on his hand and looked over with a stare that looked like it could stare into the soul. He wanted to say something, but it was hard to reply to someone who thought he was in a dream. But then, another thought came to him.

The mark...

"If this was a dream, how do you explain how we all have these strange marks?" He asked, still in a monotone.

His eyes turned to the mark in question. It now looked very much like the number 82. He was trying to remember why that number was so relevant, but it quickly came to him. It was the address where the dog that attacked him lived.

Indigo filed it away as a coincidence. It was then that he heard the scratching noise outside. Basing it on his surroundings, he thought it was just some rodent or something. Indigo knew that if he was ever going to get through this odd experience, he was going to have to stay calm and be weary of his surroundings. Especially the people around him.

Although they were all in the same predicament, it would be hard to tell if any of them where psychopaths or serial killers. Indigo decided not to worry about it at the moment and decided he would get to know this one individual a little better. Calmly, he walked over towards the red-head that had spoken off.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Indigo Astaroth, and like you, I am at a lost to how I got here."
 
Xavia twitched as she saw people introducing themselves.

"If you must know, I am Xavia. Just Xavia." she muttered, "So, we've all been held here.... but for what?"

She noticed her pockets felt...lighter. Gasping, she felt around her multiple pockets.

"Crap...I've been disarmed." she muttered.

((She carries around small weaponry like knives and stuff usually))
 
Nikolai jolted awake, trying to catch his breath
"That was the worst dream ever, the world was put of vodka," he said outloud not realizing the other in the room

"What..Where is Nikolai, Am I still asleep, oh I have a hangover," he mumbles half to himself but yet still to the others in the room. He reaches over his bed, grabs into his satchel and takes put a bottle of vodka. Then as he opens the cap he sees a # that looks tattooed on his arm, shrugs it of and takes a swig ou the bottle.
"Oh no Nikolai's dream is coming true," he says startled," this is my last bottle of vodka!"
 
"Maybe it's all part of the dream," Caleb replied to the Indigo's (as he had introduced himself a such) comment. "That's why we have all these numbers. But mine used to be a blob that looked like a ball sac." There was no point in sugarcoating it, and since this was probably a dream, no one would really care if he used harsh language. He then faced the crowd, and joined in with Indigo.

"I'm Caleb. Caleb Jefferson."

He turned to and raised an eyebrow at the seemingly hungover man with a heavy Russian accent. Why would he dream about drunken Russians? Oh well, he had dreamed worse.
 
It seemed that people were truly awake now; some had even introduced themselves to others. Following this trend, Trevor arose and ambled slowly over towards a duo of a redhead and another boy.

"Do you know what's happening?" quesitoned Trevor nervously. "Not that I would normally care, but I can't find my cleaver. Big problem for moi."

Trevor found the situation awkward; he had never met any of these people before much less seen anyone else with a numeral on some part of their body. There was an obvious connection, though he did not know what the source or purpose of this connection was. Is it some sort of game? Like Saw?

And though Trevor usually despised thinking, he could not help but overthink this current obscure mystery.
 
Ryan's eyes started to drift open, snapping them shut quickly once he felt light attempt to rush into them. He reached for the blanket that wasn't there and tried to pull it over himself to warm up. Blearily, he cracked his eye open, groping for anything similar to a blanket. He had a last minute epiphany, realizing, Where the hell did the couch go? He sat up sharply. Whatever happened to a noon o'clock nap?

He jumped a little when he realized there were other people in the room. ... An evil cult bent on sacrificing my inanimate body to some pagan god, maybe?... Nah, that's stupid... Of course, there's always a possibility... "Trippy." He muttered to himself.
 
~ Richard

Richard awoke suddenly, but only opened his eyes. About him other voices were speaking, and no one had noticed him. He knew that he best take in what he could before being senselessly forced into conversation. All of those who spoke sounded confused, apprehensive, and a touch lost. This would mean that none of them are where they were supposed to be. Richard scowled, that meant that he hd somehow been removed from his safehouse, and that may mean that someone knew where it was, a bad sign for him. Carefuly he checked his pockets, they were empty, not much of a surprise, if you were going to kidnap someone, you would ensure that their pockets and other hidey spots were clear.

Slowly he sat up, his somewhat unshaven face hidden in the far shadows of the room. He looked instinctively to his hand, on which the number 72 read quite clearly on his arm. "Prisoner number, perhaps...?" Richard thought to himself quietly examining his likely comrades. Many present were quite young, with at least two who would be more likey to be of a burden than aid, but that was due to their age, the only thing he could factor. He could still he snoring, likely a older person, still asleep and unawre of the curret situation. Richard allowed a slight, but near-inaudiable sigh to escape his lips, what has life set him up in now?
 
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