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Your character is stuck in an elevator with the OC above.
What will they do? Will they panic, try to escape, or talk with the other oc?
Rules:
Nothing over PG-13 since this is not a NSFW thread.
Wait at least for three posts, then you can post again.
Nullify the previous rule if 12 hours have passed.
At least THREE SENTENCES please.
Go crazy!
(Ugh, it posted me IC.)
Taka walked casually into the elevator and pressed his button. As it ascended he leaned his back against the wall and slid his hands in his pockets. He rotated his shoulder with an annoyed look. Under the jacket was a thick bandage from a latest fight he'd gotten into. Fortunately it wasn't too bad, and all he needed was a trip up to the doc so they could check on his stitches. A solid ten seconds had passed before he realized there was someone else in there with him, one he recognized and smirked wolfishly at.
"I didn't see ya at first there, Fireball," Taka snickered. "Ain't you a little too short for this? Or is that why you're here? Gonna get you some surgery ta get taller? Y'know, you were lucky this time, but the next person might step on ya by accident!" He was in the middle of firing off several more taunts when the elevator shuttered to a stop, followed by flickering lights.
"What the-?" Taka muttered after regaining his balance. He eyed the door as if it would open any minute, then grunted, "Just great. Ain't this a hospital? The hell's it breakin' apart for?" He pried open the doors and clicked his tongue in annoyance when only a concrete wall was visible. Looking around some more, he found a vent at the top of the elevator. "Oi, Fireball, go through that," he instructed. "You're small enough ta fit through. Go 'n figure out what the hell's goin' on out there. I ain't gonna waste my whole day here."
v A;LSDKFJ Taka the entire time
(This got long as hell laskdfja sorry lol, this idea has been living in my brain for a little bit haha!)
The distinct scene that would meet Ren as the elevator door slid open is one that distinctly implies that mischief had been afoot only mere moments before. A ginger-haired man is doubled over, a hand on his knee as he catches his breath, and a video camera in the other. Behind him, snickering and not particularly paying attention to the newcomer is a floating figure, covering its mouth as chortles leave its eternally grinning mouth. Whether or not Ren pays the being any mind, it acts as if it's invisible to his gaze, perhaps only pausing in it's laughter to glance at the blonde before resuming it's mocking tirade. Damn stupid thing, doesn't get tired even after all that jumping.
The cameraman glances up from his internal scowling at the creature floating nearby, startling slightly and straightening. His flushed face was a telltale indicator that prior to this moment, he hadn't been standing patiently like a proper elevator guest should.
Ithel leans against the interior wall and flashes a cheerful smile. "Oh! Hey, don't worry I'm fine! I just had to run to catch this old thing." Ithel chuckles nervously, dropping the hand holding the camera to his side, revealing that, yes, it is indeed still recording. Now that he's getting a better look at the guy, all he can think is that he'd just been fooling around and now an official, rather dapper-looking fella was here to witness the aftermath. Worse yet, Ithel was stuck with him until they reached their destination floors below. It's only as the doors start to slide close, that he realizes he's leaning in front of the buttons, keeping Ren from choosing his own selected destination.
"Sorry," Ithel mutters, backing off and standing awkwardly, but at least a respectable distance from the other man. Vagabond, the floating figure seems to have no issue with any awkwardness, instead taking to looking between Ithel and Ren, a mischievous glint in its circle-like eyes. Finally, Ithel clears his throat and taps the video camera in his hand smiling, looking a little surprised, and clicking a button on it to stop the red light from flashing. "Just doing a little bit of vlogging, ya know? One way to build up the old portfolio, in my opinion-" Whatever train of thought Ithel had been following trails off as he glances past Ren to stare at Vagabond who now stands on the floor of the elevator, it's grin wide as it winds up like it had been doing just a few minutes ago with Ithel following along, and jumps as the elevator begins to descend. Ithel feels his stomach drop via proxy to the floating figure, and he grimaces as it lands, shaking the elevator.
The lights flicker, and the elevator comes to a stuttering stop midway between the floors. Finally, the three are plunged into darkness as the lights give out as if a final kick while they're down. Ithel allows himself a moment in the darkness to bury his face into the one hand he has free, cursing all the while. Perhaps only minutely consoled by the idea that at least the man couldn't possibly know it was technically his fault that the elevator was broken, right? (Sure, Ithel)
A click and a beam of light emanated from the camera in his hands, lighting the darkened box. Vagabond snickers in laughter from where it floats, looking positively delighted by the mischief it's wrought. Ithel tries his best not to scowl at it, instead laughing nervously and gesturing to Ren.
"God damn, just my luck. Uh, I'm sure everything will be fine. Have had it happen before a few times before," He says trying his best not to freak out himself. True, most of those times it'd also been his fault but at least he'd been alone. At that point, it was just a matter of using Vagabond to get out. This time though, he wasn't alone, and just vanishing into thin air in front of a stranger probably wouldn't end well. It'd also be bad form to just abandon the other in a problem he'd already caused by encouraging Vagabond to jump earlier.
"I'll uh... let's see if someone picks up." He reaches down and presses the emergency button. With a slow measured breath, Ithel settles onto his knees as he sets the camera-turned flashlight on the floor next to him. After all, if he wasn't going to just cheat his way out of this, it would probably be a little while.
(tw- blacked out part touches the topic of suicide, though it's a prank)
Ah, a dodgy elevator like this was bound to break down eventually. Flickering lights and rusty doors–the thing looked like it belonged in a goddamn mineshaft. Aranine having haphazardly mashed all the buttons upon entering probably didn’t help either, but hey, he couldn’t help himself from acting like a teenage delinquent from time to time–it was sort of his personality. None of this changed the fact that they were now both stuck inside a metal chamber, however. Fine feat of engineering it was, right up until the very moment it stalled. He wonders when the same will happen to his own computer of a brain.
“Real unfortunate,” Aranine unsympathetically observes with his back facing the stranger. He can’t say he’s particularly worried about their little predicament. If anything, he’s mainly concerned about the impending boredom that haunts him every time he’s deprived of proper stimulus. That shit made him feel like a goddamn monkey, but that’s better than feeling like a robot. Won’t be a problem today though, cause eyeing those worn-out doors he could easily tear them wide open and climb right out. But he wouldn’t want to miss such a perfect opportunity to mess around with a stranger first–it was his favorite form of entertainment, after all.
Turning around, Aranine gets a good look at the unlucky soul inhabiting this miserable space with him. Nothing out of the ordinary other than what seemed to be a camera tripod strapped to his backpack. He was some kind of photographer, huh? Aranine’s eyes narrow as a slight smile creeps over his face.
A heavy sigh escapes him as he then feigns a despondent tone of voice. “No way anyone is servicing this thing. I’d say we’re screwed.” That they would be unless Ithel had his own trick up his sleeve, but please, save it after Aranine’s had his fun.
He reaches into his jacket for his favorite prop, a silver heavy pistol that has yet to take any lives. Couldn’t exactly do its magic when there weren't any bullets inside, but nobody he’s met knows that yet. “Well no point in drawing out this purgatory longer than we have to. What do you say?” He nonchalantly offers something of grim implication, peering at the reflection on that sterling silver barrel to catch sight of what he hopes to be a look of horror from the stranger. There’s a deliberate moment of intense silence which is soon broken. “Ah, well, I’ll let you decide that for yourself.” A sardonic grin breaks up any remnant of sincerity on his face as he proceeds to raise the gun to his own head. “You can record it if you want.”
v Solaestial follow up
Oh great. Here we go again. Aranine’s not had a lot of luck with elevators lately, what the hell is up with that. Nonetheless, the obvious is swiftly pointed out by an oh-so familiar individual. Couldn’t forget those luscious red curls, then again he couldn’t forget anything if he fucking tried. Ah yes, this was the bold stranger he presumed to be drunk on that rather rainy night not long ago.
And oh god what’s he on about. Something about ‘fate’ and ‘stars’? Aranine can only entertain the idea with a humored scoff. And about that line of questioning. He’d rather die of boredom than talk about himself–It was sort of a sore subject.
Hands slipped into his pockets, he looms over a seated Caelestis as a smug grin perks at the side of his mouth. “I think you already have a good idea what I do with my free time, no?” Hm, unless he was too drunk to remember. Well, whatever. If this posh individual really wanted to know he’d introduce him to a thing or two, only cause Caelestis isn’t half-bad company. A gun didn’t scare him last time but Aranine still had plenty of other ideas. See how he handles a motorcycle pushing 80mph in a traffic zone. Now that’s something the two of them would probably enjoy much more than making some bullshit small-talk in this cramped elevator. Now to get out of said elevator.
“Yeah, and about that last part.” he mutters as he trades a glance toward the doors. Watch this. Bringing his hands out from his pockets, Aranine balls his fists just until those tattoos on his forearms begin to glow a faint red. He had just enough potential energy stored in there to make use of his mechanical conversion, which essentially gave him super strength when he deemed fit. And now for a demonstration. He slips his fingers just between the crack of the gate, screeching those doors wide open in an unusually smooth and steady manner. Didn’t even tremble one bit, all thanks to artificial musculature.
Exhaling a breath of air, he brushes a silver strand of hair from his face before shifting his gaze back down to Caelestis. He narrows his eyes slightly. “You really want to know, huh?", a scoff escapes him, "well come and find out.” He’d rather show than tell.
"ah..." Nicholas look down, he looks to the person beside him "soo.... do you like craft?" he asks then he show a bookmark that he takes out from the book he has, a 4 leaf clover is glued to the bookmark "My sister makes this"
(ah is that soo, I always writing as a stranger meet Stanger type (Ｔ▽Ｔ) you know like how people in rl meet someone in the fist time)
Lordbrianc (HELLO. they meet again ) ^^ best flex fr KHJGSKJBGKS
Caelestis hated elevators. He'd always hated them. The empty, constricting hell-boxes with nothing to do within them but stand aimlessly in place while questioning one's existence until the doors finally opened again, made for an unpleasant enough experience as is, and the unluckier situations that could so easily transpire within them as if some sort of curse did not help in the slightest.
He had felt oddly nervous throughout the short ride as is. His feet would easily shuffle about restlessly, yet this time it had been hard to resist pacing entirely, all as his eyes flickered repeatedly to the fellow passenger he'd wound up with. While the unpredictable nature of his encounters so far with this fellow—who a part of him half questioned was even one person at all—wasn't necessarily a bad thing in and of itself, Caelestis hadn't a clue yet how to approach interacting with him as a result, and it was frustrating. Without an obvious approach to take, he felt meek, almost.
His mouth opened nevertheless to break the silence. And then came the slow, dreaded screech that sounded of all his worst fears. The lights flickered, and the elevator slowed an early halt.
This is how days were ruined.
Alas, to be freed from one shackle with that curious silver-haired stranger, only to be thrown right into another, decently larger but far more horribly confining one the moment he ran into him again. This man travelled as adventurously as him, as far as he could presume.
The restless shuffling finally ceased along with the now stuck elevator. "So it seems we've been trapped here," Caelestis laughed, glancing hesitantly over to Aranine. He certainly was indeed far from hard on the eyes, at least—the air of charisma from Caelestis' earliest memories seemed to have been boosted back a bit once more from its nonexistent place previously. Perhaps it was simply a case of on and off days? Everyone had them, he supposed. Or perhaps the stranger simply had loathed handcuffs that much.
While his gaze continued to casually observe the other party, Caelestis plopped himself onto the floor, knees drawn up to himself. Had only the first encounter been on his mind, he'd have hoped for a likelihood that they could keep themselves entertained just fine—unharmfully so, or at least more enjoyably so. He recalled the lockpicking fingernails and… particular reckless hazardousness in other attempts, and swept that thought aside.
"Quite a stroke of fate to wind up like this now, don't you think? The stars themselves must have many plans for us~" Or so he commented in a tone much livelier than he felt. It was easier to chatter on than to quiet and contemplate all of one's thoughts, worries, and insecurities in life, while feeling as though melting to an endless abyss of this particularly dull purgatory. More enjoyable as well. "Any stories to exchange? Or tell me about yourself, perhaps. Likes? Dislikes? Any hobbies? There isn't exactly much good to do unless you're able to pry open the doors themselves and climb to the next floor, so how say we keep ourselves as sane as we can while we wait indefinitely and perhaps hopelessly for salvation to arrive? Two souls is better than one."
At least any less attractive hazardousness should hopefully be directed primarily towards the elevator, rather than himself. There wasn't too much to worry of in that case, right?
denishdraws (just fyi! it's generally good to write a bit acknowledging the character you're interacting with more specifically! otherwise it could easily be directed towards anyone, and that's really not as fun 🙏)
Stairs were truly an underrated concept, Caelestis thought, and they deserved to be given much more credit after this. For when one went up a building, they eventually had to descend, and as the plain and small, barely room-sized box screeched to a halt once again, he felt some of the light inside himself die. The world indeed had a sense of humor.
The unfortunate companion was a very different one from previously. A boy who looked relatively young, though Caelestis could not pin any easy estimates from appearance alone. Young enough that he could only swallow nervously for not the slightest idea what to do at all, let alone in this situation. It was not good.
At least Nicholas hadn't seemed the hyper type, rather a bit more of a skittish nature, if anything. Which while most wouldn't exactly be enthused in this situation either, didn't entirely ease the stress, still. It was one thing to be stressed himself—another to babysit someone else without a slightest clue how to handle it. Seating himself down cross-legged on the floor, Caelestis brainstormed like never before. "Shall we play a game of tic-tac-toe?" He asked in what felt a cold sweat. With what tools? "Would you prefer 'I Spy', perhaps?" With what here?
Only then did he finally recall that most youngins had ought to have some form of device to entertain themselves with.
And he wondered how irresponsible it would be to simple shuffle away into the farthest corner and pretend to not exist.
v wraith my babey 😭😭😭💗 gotta see if i can gather my brain together for a follow-up
(Trying to get my brain to write things again)
Wraith wasn't a huge fan of elevators, the very thought of being trapped in a metal box made his skin crawl. But despite the dislike he had for them, he did find himself within the four metal walls....very much like now. He leant up against one of the walls, arms crossed across his chest as he waited for this painstakingly long journey to end. Next to him was his prowl mate Caelestis who didn't seem thrilled about being in the elevator either, but since the stairs were currently being cleaned the pair had no other choice.
The hairs on the back of Wraith's neck stood up and his shoulders became tense. He uncrossed his arms and his eyes became more vigilant than usual. Before he could say anything to Caelestis about what caused the shifters sudden unrest, the elevator let out a loud metallic screech. Wraith drew his lips back and hissed angrily in response to the noise followed by a low grumble. Walking over to the buttons, Wraith pressed the call button several times before giving a harsh exhale upon receiving no reply.
He gave a shake of his head and looked at Caelestis "Damn thing is busted, looks like we're gonna have to wait." He said, growling menacingly at the end, his eyes seemingly to glow slightly more than usual. Shaking his head again he cast his eyes downwards. "Sorry, I didn't mean to growl. I just......" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "......I don't like being locked in a box..." He moved and stood next to the celestial. "...it's....unsettling to say the least."
The light above then flickered before going out, leaving the pair of them in darkness. "Oh for fucks sake!" The scarred man growled. Though Wraith could see pretty well in the dark, he wasn't sure if his partner could or not. He reached out and grabbed the celestials hand before slowly pulling him into a hug; though he wasn't entirely sure whether it was to reassure and comfort Caelestis or himself.; he was doing a pretty bad job at hiding his unease.
Wraith lost all sense of time, he waited, ears attuned sharply to any noise that may occur; until the lights finally came back on. The shifter winced at the sudden brightness covered his eyes with one hand, before the elevator gave a sudden lurch and began moving again. The sudden movement nearly threw the pair off balance, with Wraith quickly grabbing the rail with one hand to stabilise them and the other arm still wrapped around the celestial. He gave a sigh of relief when the doors open and the pair stepped out of the metal box, he looked at his companion.
"Next time we take the stairs, I don't give a shit what the cleaners say."
"Oi... these elevators am i right." The boy sits down and lays his backpack down and then opens it and draws out 2 packs of cards, a playing field and a bunch of cubes one lot Blue and the other load Green. "Hey since we're going to be here a while you want a game of Tableturf Battle you can use one of my decks. Come on i'll teach you how to play. He shuffles both decks and places them next to the person he was stuck with.
Elevators. One of the most awkward places on Earth, arguably; and Daisy absolutely hated them. Being stuck in a small space with a stranger, even for a brief amount of time was enough to put her on high alert. If only one person was in there, she tried her best to stay as far away from them as possible. The silence could make it worse, but she had enough manners to reply and engage in a conversation if it was initiated by another person.
Her fingers tapped against her side and she occasionally squeezed the fabric of her kimono to keep her mind occupied. Suddenly, the elevator stopped dead in its tracks. She looked around, trying to see if they'd just hit one of the floors until the lights flickered. Shit. "Oh no.." She rapidly pressed the button in an attempt to force the doors open. They wouldn't budge. Was this really happening? One of her worst nightmares was coming to life. Just her luck.
"It...appears we may be trapped in here for a while." She let out a shaky sigh, and still avoided direct eye contact with Kieran. It was nothing personal, but she wasn't exactly in the mood to socialize. All she'd wanted to do was get the hell home to her family. Who knows how long it would take for them to get out? It could be a simple fix, or it could be hours. There was no way of telling until they were finally free. Her phone was low, and her first priority was to let her husband know she'd run into a little problem.
At least she was stuck with a rather non-threatening kid instead of a large man.
v EEEE SMALL FOLLOWUP//
Daisy happened to glance over as Haneul scowled, and his expression caused her to immediately flinch. Had she done something to possibly annoy him? No, that was too much overthinking. She had to take a few mental steps back to think more rationally. He had to just be frustrated with the situation, and she certainly was too. They may as well get to know each other if they're going to be trapped in a small room together.
Before she got to speak, Haneul was already talking to her. "...What do you mean..?" She asked slowly, suddenly suspicious of him. There wasn't anything telling her he was danger, yet something felt off to her. "I..don't think we'll be going anywhere for a while." She chuckled awkwardly, shuffling to the side. She was practically pressed against the wall. She'd forgotten how claustrophobic she is.
"I suppose maybe....my childhood hometown, or that park where I'd met..him." Daisy sighed. Uttering Angelo's name almost made her feel sick. "But, it's not like I really can get there right now."
^ I’M ROLLING LMAOOO 😭 TY FOR THE FOLLOWUP))
For some reason, Amari looked forward to elevators. Funny lil' boxes that bring you up and put you down, and most of the time you can barely feel it! Amazing things, huh? He bounced up and down as he waited for the doors to slide open, then happily skipped inside, a slight thud noise following his steps. Once inside, he pressed the button for the top floor. Not because he actually needed to be at the top floor, but he wanted to enjoy a little ride before going to his actual destination. He's all alone in here anyways, right? So it doesn't matter.
Wrong.
As he backed away from the floor buttons, he bumped into someone who he didn't even notice was there. The grim reaper instantly flipped around, startled that another body was also there with him. He was even more surprised that he didn't see him at all, but that could easily be chalked up to his mind wandering at the absolute carnival ride he was about to go on... Yes, we're still talking about the elevator. "Sorry!" He quickly yelped before getting a better look at the man. Wait a minute, he knows this guy... Ah, the traitor!! His face immediately fell as he backed himself into one of the walls. Now the elevator was moving.
"You- I know you!" Amari exclaimed, pointing at Haneul dramatically. "The guy who left me to die to my boss!! Thanks to your LACK of advice I got a whole scolding and a pay cut! Do you feel guilty no-" He was cut off by the sound of some thrashing from the outside, and then the realization hit him that the elevator had stopped going up. Amari shut up quick and fast, then tilted his head to look up at the box's ceiling. "Huh- HUHHHH?! IT STOPPED?! WHAT DO WE DO?!" He cried, now looking at Haneul expectantly. After over reacting to completely reasonable feedback, now he expected him to help. He didn't have any teleportation powers himself. Hell, he didn't even know the man across from him had those powers either. So as far as Amari knew, they were both screwed.
"You think if we jump hard enough we can go back down?? No wait, we're too high for that! How about we pry the doors open??" His panicked state turned into one of determination as he thought of idiotic ways to get the two of them out. Now the ride was fun in a completely unintended way. Was Haneul playing along? Probably not, but it didn't matter anyways because Amari was already in his own little world. "Or!" He slumped down to the floor with his back against the wall and a grin on his face. "We can stay here and have a lovely chat about work! Because I am a respectable reaper just like you! How's that for a conversation topic!"
the elevator stuck, she try to ring the emergency bell but the button is gone "Ah..." said she desperately, she look at the person next to her "So umm hello" she said, they introduce each other, she was surprised that Amari is a grim reaper then he asks about the guitar bag that she carries.
"I'm a musician, more like I'm in a band music. Dapels were not that famous it's okay if you don't know us" Then she have an idea "Let me play some music to lighten the mood" She took out her guitar from the bag and check the tune she nodded "All good" she looks confident
she starts to play rock music the sound almost echoes the elevator, her soft appearance is gone when she starts to play the guitar. she looks like a different person when playing not long after she starts to sing her voice is not like when they have a small conversation is different. the music is finished then she looks at him "That was "Jump" how it is?" she asks them with a smile on her face