Mister Thirteen

~Nyte Bloods~

That smell...

Alex stood close to Alice, their hands held still as he had listened to her speak. It was then that the smell flooded into his nose, the ridges of his nostrils arching in a sharp flare as he whiffed the metallic smell of Alice's dribbling blood from that slight cut on her hand.

No. It can't be her! But, that smell...Just like that night.

Alex failed to notice his grip slightly tightening as he stared hard into Alice's face, eyeing her features as best as possible through her mask.

A businesswoman, "worked long enough in fashion"...

Alex's grip turned to iron as he held Alice by her hand tightly, he stared deeply into her face. From within the shadowy depths of the slanted eye cuttings of the white mask, two gleaming red orbs began to twinkle.

"You."

💣🔪 PROFESSOR PERRY'S LABYRINTH OF DOOM 💀 ( DEAD )

Interest. One question, which age group do you prefer for our character to be? And are you the one behind the veil?

@Darth Shadow

I would prefer for characters to be from the ages of 21-30.

As for your second question; the best I can answer that is that I'll be controlling the masterminds and the Hunters, as well as providing information about the layout of the Labyrinth.

If this were a video game, I would be the CPU.

💣🔪 PROFESSOR PERRY'S LABYRINTH OF DOOM 💀 ( DEAD )

WELCOME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, PEOPLE OF ALL AGES TO PROFESSOR PERRY'S "LABYRINTH OF DOOM!"

Welcome to The Labyrinth of Doom! This looks to be another exciting year of terror, suspense, wonder, and, best of all, MURDER! We have six new contestants this year, selected at random from all across the United States, each competing for the same prize!

What is this prize you ask?

The grand prize of the winning contestant is that they get to live! That's right honored guests and viewers, the last contestant standing that has survived the Labyrinth of Doom for EIGHT HOURS is granted the gift of living on!

This is going to be exciting I tell you ladies and gents, because not only do we have a new cast of contestants this year, but we have also refurbished and rearmed the various traps and puzzles through the Labyrinth, AND, we have five new HUNTERS this year! FIVE of the sickest, violent, most twisted schizophrenics that we could find!

With the prize of life on the line, a promising new cast of contestants, new hunters, a new Labyrinth, AND two new commentators, I dare speak redundantly by saying this is looking to be one of the freshest and best and years of Labyrinth of Doom we've seen in a while!

Who's got the popcorn?

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ABOUT THIS RP

This is a Survival-Horror/Slasher Roleplay centered around six people who have been kidnapped and forced into a twisted underworld "reality game show". These six prisoners have to survive for eight hours within a decrepit facility dubbed as the "Labyrinth of Doom". This old facility as been somewhat renovated and filled with deadly traps, mazes, trick rooms and various horror media. To worsen matters, five sadistic psychopaths called "Hunters" have been released within the facility, with the given objective to kill the six survivors as brutally as possible within the eight hour time limit. While this may come off as a basic "arena RP" it is not that. It has a plot line to it, a story. It's not just surviving for as long as you can.

This will be a 3 PERSON RP. Three of the contestants will be player controlled, and the other three will be NPC cannon fodder that will be killed throughout the RP.

(NPC characters will be generated AFTER all 3 players have created their own characters and we're ready to begin.)

YOUR CHARACTER

Your character is one of the 6 contestants on Professor Perry's Labyrinth of Doom. Kidnapped from your home in the middle of the night by men in black, you were rendered unconscious and will awake in a large cell with 5 other people. The 6 of you are released from the cell and into the massive trap filled maze facility. You are informed via speaker system that all you have to do is survive from 10 PM to 6 AM, eight hours. Your character must survive the unpredictable dangers and traps of the facility, not to mention the sadistic hunters with the sole intention of slaughtering you and your fellow victims for the camera's sake.

OR; you all can try and find a way to escape this nightmarish hell and make a break for freedom.

Either way, this is going to be an interesting game.

CLOSURE

Further information about the Labyrinth, the evil masterminds behind the entire plot, the hunters, and the Character Sheet shall all be placed forward in the official thread, which will be booted up once I've landed all 3 required players.

DELETED ( Accidental "mispost". )

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~Nyte Bloods~

"Are you alright?" Came a voice from behind Alice.

It was Alex. On seeing Alice briskly heading for the balcony he had worked his way through the crowd and was following her to see if she was alright. Her dress and mask were stained darkly with the wine from earlier, though it wasn't absolutely blatantly noticeable.
He reached out and gently grasped Alice's shoulder to stop her.

"Oh no, your dress..." He said somberly, seeing the dark stains down the side.

Nearby, Aleera was working her way over to the bar when Thomas emerged from behind a crowd of people nearby. Seeing Aleera, he rushed up to her, arms out slightly.

"What happened?" He asked.
"It's been handled." Aleera replied bluntly.
"Alright," Thomas said,"well good, because I have a confident bead on our boy."

Aleera stiffened,"Who?" She demanded.

Thomas smiled behind the grinning skull mask as he raised a finger and swiveled it around, pointing through the crowd at the man in white that was talking to Alice.

~Nyte Bloods~

Aleera held her patience as Alice explained her predicament, and felt a surge of minuscule sympathy as the young woman broke into tears. Aleera immediately steeled herself and began to think, her gaze cast downward. She didn't have time to explain the entire situation at hand, but she also knew that in a sense they needed this woman's cooperation for their plan to work. They had hoped to have it covertly and unbeknownst to Alice. The plan was to expose her face and have that snake Enduro recognize her and get her alone, so then Aleera, Thomas, and Dalton could ambush him. But this woman, Alice, was mucking everything up with her stubborn paranoia at being captured or arrested.

Aleera knew the whole story behind Alice; attacked by some red-haired lunatic and her blood drank, admitted to a hospital, and then shortly thereafter disappearing, seemingly to have leapt from a third floor window. Her assailant, Liam Enduro, disappeared without a trace. The bizarreness of the story and lack of clues and leads had attracted the media and every private investigator in New York City practically. True, there was the danger of someone at the party recognizing Alice from the news and calling the police, which would further complicate the situation and could give Enduro time to slip away.

"Hmmm..." Aleera mumbled.

Hmm, play the more vindictive angle perhaps? Yes...

Aleera looked to Alice and spoke in her grave voice,"Alice Lynch. Yes, I know who you are. I know what you are, you are like me my dear, une Vampire. A Nightborn, a dark one. I know all about your little epic. Well, at least what Dalton has told Thomas and I. And I know who did this to you, who turned you."

She stopped for a minute to let her words sink in before continuing,
"What if I told you, Alice, that Liam Enduro is here tonight in disguise? Mingling about, searching for tonight's prey, unaware that my companions and I have a trap prepared for him. What if I told you that, with your help tonight, we could destroy the man that robbed you of your mortal life?"

~Nyte Bloods~

Aleera, though hearing Alice's words, said naught as she guided Alice into the women's room. It was a large restroom with ten separate closet-like toilets which one could comfortably use in privacy. Aside from the long row of sinks and mirrors outside, each separate toilet had it's own little sink and mirror combination along with the toilet. Aleera lead Alice through the farthest door, past the half dozen women lined up along the mirrors fussing with their masks and hair.
Once they were alone, Aleera locked the door behind her and turned to Alice, breathing deeply within as she did.

She spoke,"Now, I'm sorry about your dress, I really am. But we haven't time for this. I need you to follow me back out into the ball room and remove your mask. Pretend that your adjusting the string or something. And make sure you keep it off when we return to the dance floor. Our window of opportunity is closing and I need you to cooperate with me to the fullest. Do you understand?"

~Nyte Bloods~

A gloved hand suddenly grabbed Alice by her left wrist and yanked her backward slightly.

It was Aleera. She stood firmly in place and held Alice rather tightly with her right hand, a surprisingly iron grip that squeezed Alice's wrist like a python. From behind Aleera's mask, apair of glowing, crimson red eyes stared back at Alice. Two blood red, swirling orbs that burned within the eyeholes of the smiling white mask.

"I would suggest," Aleera began, her low voice now gravely and threatening,"you watch your mouth jeune garçon. No on speaks to me that way. Now why don't you go with me into the ladies room? You and I have something to discuss."

She stepped past Alice, her tight grip remained. Aleera suddenly stopped, noticing several people still casually looking at the two of them.
Aleera leaned in close to Alice's face and said quietly,"And if you dare scream or signal for help, I'll pull your heart out right here."
Aleera's red eyes brightened for a split second, then began to fade away into the shadow of her mask.

"Goodness," Aleera then loudly stated,"let's go get you cleaned up, dear!"

~Nyte Bloods~

The man gave a short chuckle,"I see. Well, perhaps after this dance we can have a seat over at the tables or maybe head out to the balcony for a private chat? I'd like to get to know you a little better and be able to speak freely without trying to maintain focus on my feet." He smiled behind his mask, those blue eyes twinkling from within the shadows of the slanted eye holes on the white mask.

The melody was winding down as the song began to end, with the flutist playing the final notes as the others slowly lowered their instruments.

"Alice dear!" A voice suddenly rang out.
It was Aleera, she was briskly walking toward Alice and her partner, although really it was more of a slow trot than as fast stride. In her hands she carried two tall glasses of wine, filled to the brim.
As she closed in on the two, she spoke directly to Alice,"Alice, would you
li-!"

Aleera didn't finish her sentence as her right ankle rolled slightly forward which pitched Aleera front-ways. With a cry, Aleera fell forward and, as she was falling, the two glasses of wine slipped from her hand and flew forward.
The crimson liquid lept from the glasses and splashed all across the side of Alice's dress, down her arm, and across the side of her face and hair.
Alex leapt backward, though several red drops splattered down the sleeve of his jacket and on his glove.

Aleera had landed with a loud Thud! on the hardwood floor, which caused many people to spin around or stop dancing. The dwindling music faltered from where the band was, and several chuckles and loud laughs began erupting throughout the ball room.

~Nyte Bloods~

The man chuckled as he gave in to the flow of the dance once more, saying,"No Miss Jones, no properties for sale tonight, tonight I'm just here to enjoy myself and the company of others."

He looked around quickly once more and then returned those shimmering blue eyes once more to Alice, saying,"A businesswoman, eh? Tell me Madam Jones, what kind of a business? At first guess I would probably say a bookstore or a bakery. Am I right?"

The band mellowed out the tune some, returning it to a somewhat upbeat yet calmly influenced tune, in which the flutist lead the way through the song.

Nearby, at the bar, Dalton and Thomas stood arms crossed as they watched Alice and the man in white dance.
"We have to get them alone." Insisted Thomas.
"After her mask is removed." Dalton reminded.
Thomas nodded grimly before suddenly jerking up his right wrist followed by a snap of his fingers,"I have an idea." He said.