Limbo: Operation Purgatory [Story RP]

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Why are you still here?


Or are you even still here?


Is this real?


Or is it all just a bad dream...?


Why did you die on us?


Or did you even die?


Is this hell?


Or is this our world?


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You all wake up in a dimly lit lab, all lying on operation tables with the same grey jump suit on....


No windows, only one door. The floor is covered in thick black slime, black hands prints can be seen covering the roof the walls, the floor. A song can be heard faintly coming from a speaking in the corner of the room. It's playing 'It's a long way to Tipperary."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

((I like the idea. How is this going to work? Character sheets here, or in PM? Or do we just join freely?)

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((Just join, this RP needs no sheet of any kind))

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Cherri's entire body ached. The young feline was unaware of what was happening, as her memory was fuzzy. She didn't know where she was, why she was here... Only that she was here. The first thoughts that popped into her head were, Mother...? Father...? The girl slowly opened her eyes, the dim lighting making it easier to ease them open

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[size=78%]The lights flickered from time to time, the slime made a sickly noise as it moved across the floor. The music began to cut out in random intervals,  " 82 101 118 97 108-" It would cut out and the music would play again[/size]

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Cherri tried to sit up, but her body felt weak, and all she could do was peak her head up to look around the room. She felt too tired to panic, but it didn't stop her from wanting to know more about her situation. After a little bit of time gathering herself, she mustered up the courage to speak. "H...H...H-Hello...?" Her voice was soft and quiet. Part of her wanted nothing to respond. The other part, wanted something or someone to emerge from the shadows.

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It was silent. Not a sound could be heard other than the faint music and the occasional numbers being spoken.Around the room were more tables with more people laying in them. The room was to dark to tell the faces and to tell if they even were alive.


"117 97 116" the speak spoke then cut to the music again

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

For the mean time, it didn't seem like Cherri was going to get help. As her strength began to return to her, she slowly sat upwards, placing a palm to her forehead. The panic still had yet to set in, but it wasn't going to be long before she cracked.

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((We will advance out of this room,  once we get more people. Just hold on its late :V))


The lights cut out for a few seconds then came back on, it seemed the power was going out. Once the lights came back on, more hand prints could be seen on the walls next to the felines bed.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Cherri wasn't one for ghost stories. She absolutely hated them. They had always freaked her out. Noticing the extra marks caused her to panic, so much in fact, she fainted back down onto the bed


(Gotcha)

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The music continued to play softly and quietly,  "105 111 110 32" The speakers spoke the numbers again. Then it cut out and the music continued

[Faolyn]

The wolf, laced inside of a dreamless sleep, heard the soft sound of music reach her ears. Blinking, Faolyn awoke, staring up at a plain ceiling, not the wooden one she had drifted off to. Her nerves kicked into full gear and she jerked upwards, taking in her surroundings. She was laying on a cot or bedding of some sort, dressed in a drab gray outfit that matched the drab grayness of the room. She quickly noticed a thick coating of dark moisture in hand-shaped clumps on the floor and even the walls. The wolf pulled the scratchy gray blanket off of her legs before sitting up, carefully placing her bare feet on the floor. She narrowed her eyes, trying to detect any movement or sound within the other rows of cots.

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Not a noise could be heard, the radio began to speak numbers again, "67 111 114 112." It cut out again and the music played once again. No movement was seen from the beds. Only bodies that lie still.

[Farewell]

 Zaida eyes suddenly opened and she shot up, her eyes darted around the room trying to grasp what was happening and where she was. Eventually the walls with handprints caught her attention.

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((We can now finally progress))


The radio cut out and loud stain played, it said these numbers in a awfully fast pace, "82 101 118 97 108 117 97 116 105 111 110 32 67 111 114 112." Loud buzzing came from the radio then it went silent.