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Saken wrote:Name: Dustin Johnson
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Favorite Color: Green
Phobia: Chronomentrophobia - Fear of clocks.
Automatonophobia- Fear of ventriloquist's dummies, animatronic creatures, wax statues - anything that falsly represents a sentient being.
Medomalacuphobia- Fear of losing an erection. (Just kidding, but how funny would that be?)

Approved!

You find yourself trapped in a small, stuffy box. What would you like to do?

Krath wrote:I attempt to pick at the lock with most of all various tools on the swiss army knife.

>What is "most of all various"?

(How abouts I give you a little boost with this one:

Your swiss army knife happens to sport: a blade, tweezers, a toothpick, a corkscrew can opener, a bottle opener, a flathead screwdriver, a nail file, and scissors.)

That means all of them.))

(In what order and with how much force? You can break some of those parts if you don't use them properly you know >_>. I'm not letting you get through this without any effort! :3)

With the toothpick!))

Krath wrote:With the toothpick!))

You jam the toothpick into the lock for a while. After some fiddling you hear the latch click.

Frankly, I'm surprised.

Dustin awakens in a small tight and black container, unaware of how he got there or how he would be getting out. He coughs and reaches his hands out as much as he is limited to to try and feel around his surroundings.

Stretching my arms, I get out of the coffin as soon as possible without trying to sit down - due to the fear of. I nod at the man who has just saved my life and say, "Thanks."

Saken wrote:Dustin awakens in a small tight and black container, unaware of how he got there or how he would be getting out. He coughs and reaches his hands out as much as he is limited to to try and feel around his surroundings.

He finds that his is practically immobile in his position and finds only felt lining around the box.

You're sweating.

"No problem," he acknowledges the man he had just saved while replacing the swiss army knife in his pocket. "Any idea where we are, or why we're here?"

"No," he pauses taking another sweet, sweet breath, "I figure I was kidnapped, or this is some kind of dream." Grabbing at his shirt that now has wrinkles.

"I was as well," he nods. "I was luckier than you though, I simply moved around until the.. coffin fell off the table and broke itself."

Chuckling silently, I stretch out my legs and my arms to sub-come to the tiring day that I have just endured. "Well, what do we do now?" I ask with dismay.

"I don't know..." I say as I observe my surroundings.

Krath wrote:"I don't know..." I say as I observe my surroundings.

You observe your immediate surroundings. The everything in the room including the room is made out of metal- with the exception of the wooden and felt coffins lining the walls and the piles of things (with the exception of the exception of the metal things in the piles). Each pile has a tag under it that seems to be a name and a number. There are no windows, and only one large, metal, bolted door as an entrance or exit. There are some air ducts, but the 'too small to crawl into' unfun type'. It's dim due to the three underpowered lights hanging from the ceiling. There are some underlights highlighting the floor. It seems eerily silent.

A strange consistency with each pile is that the only thing they all have in common are the fact that each are topped with a fancy card.

Looks around as well, trying to make due of what I see. Regardless, I walk around my coffin and inspect the exterior of it.

Akiane wrote:Looks around as well, trying to make due of what I see. Regardless, I walk around my coffin and inspect the exterior of it.

You see your savior looking around the room slightly baffled. He doesn't seem to be in much better of a position than you are.

As for the coffin: It's a smooth, polished black wood. For some reason you can't think of any way that this can be polished wood and the shade of black that it is. It seems almost like marble based on its smoothness.

Dustin shouts out for once, yelling "Help!". He also attempts to kick the bottom of his cramped encasement with his feet to make some noise.

"Someone else?!"

I repeat what I did to this new coffin with the one I had for Jordan's, hoping that it's the same kind of lock and all.

(Claustrophobia: Fear of restriction and/or suffocation (Primarily the latter in this character's case), Aviatophobia: Fear of flying)
Opening his eyes, tries to feel around to work out where he is. Realising he is inside of a box of some sort, he pushes on the lid.

Saken wrote:Dustin shouts out for once, yelling "Help!". He also attempts to kick the bottom of his cramped encasement with his feet to make some noise.

Using the muster of your brute force you kick out the bottom of your box. It is apparently wooden, because you hear a splintering sound. You're still stuck in the box, but your feet are now exposed to fresh air and you have no threat of suffocation. If only there was something else to help you!

You're still sweating.

Krath wrote:"Someone else?!"

I repeat what I did to this new coffin with the one I had for Jordan's, hoping that it's the same kind of lock and all.

The crutch is broken so there is no way to force the lid open, and the lock is the same design. However right as you jam your toothpick into the lock, you hear a loud thump and a splintering noise as the bottom end of the coffin falls to the floor. You are startled by this, but you don't jump in any way that would destroy the toothpick on your swiss army knife.

Librarian wrote:(Claustrophobia: Fear of restriction and/or suffocation (Primarily the latter in this character's case), Aviatophobia: Fear of flying)
Opening his eyes, tries to feel around to work out where he is. Realising he is inside of a box of some sort, he pushes on the lid.

(Kaythankx!)

The lid is caught on something, or perhaps it is too heavy. Ooor maybe you don't have enough leverage to open it.

You're sweating and you're going to start running out of air eventually.

I continue fidgeting with the lock in an attempt to open it, and try talking to whoever's inside, "You alright in there?"

Quickly reasserting myself in a good position, I hurry over to help my savior in the rescue of another person inside a enclosed coffin.

Krath wrote:I continue fidgeting with the lock in an attempt to open it, and try talking to whoever's inside, "You alright in there?"

You must have gotten lucky with the first lock because this one ain't clicking.

[Tip]You can keep trying but know that every attempt you make past this point risks breaking it.