As it turned out, Ryan was the first person to escape from the coffins. Maybe it was all the time he spent around noxious chemicals from his line of work or the fact that he was heavyset for his height from working out, but he seemed to have woken up first from whatever drug was used to keep them all asleep. He was quickly followed by others, however - whether they awoke from his voice or he had no impact on it whatsoever, it didn't make a difference.
The first to emerge after Ryan was a tall Asian girl, and she seemed to be just as nervous as Ryan was. That confirmed it - these other coffins were occupied, and the people in them were at least in a somewhat similar situation as Ryan.
"W-Who.. Did..Did you come out from there too..?"
Ryan nodded in response to the question, not speaking. It wasn't for any particular reason - it was just easier than actually voicing his confirmation. And when it came to names, Ryan felt it would probably be a bit better to wait for the others to get out of their coffins and save the effort of reintroducing himself. Ryan was nervous, and trying to keep order in this situation was the best thing he could do to stay calm. Soon, another coffin opened, and an even taller man climbed out of it. This blond guy seemed more muscular than what Ryan was used to seeing from people in public - maybe his arms could use a little work, but his shirt definitely showed his chest.
Now was not the freaking time to inspect another dude's physique - Ryan had to remind himself that he was in a life and death situation, and as soon as he did, he felt the ice in his veins return once more. This was real, or at least the pain in his injured hand made it seem that way. He had to keep that in mind - in more than a few dreams, Ryan had killed himself in order to wake up, and he didn't want to lose his sense of reality.
"Something bad must have happened to us, to find ourselves here."
The blond said something both very obvious, and very informative. Being kidnapped was unfortunate, but maybe they were kidnapped for a reason - something they did. Ryan thought about what he could have done that would have warranted kidnapping...
Well, Ryan tried, but it seemed more likely that they were picked at random. Ryan couldn't think of anything especially heinous he had done that anyone would know about - his cannibalism was a secret no one knew of... Unless his Ex found his Freexer? No, that was impossible. He'd be in jail by now if that was the case. Maybe he had said the wrong thing while drunk and pissed off some rich bozo? Whatever the case, Ryan still couldn't figure out why they were all being kidnapped.
Another Asian girl with black hair pulled herself from her coffin, but this one's hair was much less messy - pretty surprising, considering she was inside of a decrepit coffin.
"Ugh, my whole body's in pain. Why is my whole body in pain?"
"I-I don't know for sure, but I think we may have been drugged... That seems like the only way they could carve these t-things into our hands."
Ryan held up his hand, which bore the number four in angry, crimson red. The wound was fresh and considering Ryan got up fast enough that it didn't have time to coagulate, it couldn't have been older than a few hours at most. Benefits of being a Mortician, Ryan knew a little about the human body - it didn't seem possible that the kidnapper could have carved into them without some kind of anesthetic to keep them unconscious...
Ryan's line of thinking was interrupted by yet another coffin opening. It was good - the more people there were, the safer they would all be... unless the kidnapper had a gun. Another girl popped out of a seperate coffin, who didn't offer any greetings to those already awake - instead of focusing on the rules in blood. Ryan didn't mind much since the situation was pretty intimidating. It was understandable if this girl didn't want to chat with these random people she met in a place like this. Another coffin opened, and Ryan's focus shifted off of this girl.
The new arrival was another girl, and Ryan didn't even notice the more masculine traits they had. Ryan would have preferred someone who was less authoritative, but to be honest, that was at the bottem of his list of issues at the moment. He simply nodded at the girl(?) and tried not to question the fact they sampled the blood on the wall. Ryan knew it was blood the moment he saw it from his yeaers of experience being around corpses, but he never expected someone to try tasting it - hopefully the kid didn't have an open wound in his mouth, cause that blood could be carrying anything.
Then again, Ryan was in no place to say who couldn't put blood in their mouth. It wasn't too big of a deal anyways, a disease is bad, but still low on the pecking order in this situation. The last coffin remained closed, and Ryan simply assumed that no one was present inside - Riley's introduction was a little loud, considering they were very eager to get the taste of blood out of their mouth.
A soft grinding began to emenate from somehwere below, steadliy increasing in volume. It could be the kidnapper coming to kill them! Ryan's eyes immediatly shifted to his coffin - he could easily break the door off and use it as shielf, though that wouldn't really deter a bullet too much. Eventually, the grinding stopped, and the once empty dumbwaiter opening had been filled. It came down... it was sent from someone upstairs? That could mean that there were other survivors where no one could reach them... or the Kidnapper was up there...
Ryan eyed the other Players before making his way towards the dumbwaiter, trying to have a confident stride. The thing could be trapped, and the strongest people in the room were Ryan and the Blond man. If this thing was trapped, then one of them would have the easiest time dealing with it... and Ryan felt asking a guy he didn't know to check it out was a bit too much.
Once he got to the dumbwaiter, Ryan shook his arms out and hopped in place for a few seconds, before grabbing the contents of the device and pulling his hand out as fast as possible. He crumpled the notecards a little bit but quickly dropped one of the items. A sharp piece of glass with a small amount of blood clinked against the floor, but its thickness prevented it from shattering. Ryan quickly moved the cards to his uninjured hand, a slight cut on his hand lightly bleeding from where he grabbed the glass.
"Ah, Fuck! I knew it was trapped... O-oh, I'll read these cards out."
Ryan chose to read the longer card first since it seemed to be more important.
"Welcome to The King's Game. See the rules above. If you... If you all die, the King wins... If you don't want to die, kill The King?"
This was getting worse by the minute. The kidnapper, this King... he wanted to kill them? That was bit more intimidating than just Kidnapping... After a few seconds of nervous contemplation, Ryan moved onto the second card.
"King's Order... Player #2 and Player #7. One must cut, the other will bleed."
The color drained from Ryan's face as he eyed the glass. It hadn't been a trap... it was a tool. No, it'd be more apt to call it a weapon. Ryan dropped the cards on to where the knife had fallen and walked away from it, hands held in a small surrender.
"T-this is, uh... T-this is a bit much for me... I'm, um, Number 4, so I'll just leave these here..."
Ryan showed his number to the others once again, as if to verify what he just said. Ryan was disturbed by the fact that he might die here, so he wanted to reflect on the situation on his own. He wasn't Player 2 or 7, so this Order wasn't his business. Ryan did wish he was paying a little more attention to the other people's hands as they climbed out of their coffins, however.
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