House of Secrets IC[Refer OOC]

[Dirtydave1974]

House of secrets

The advertisement describes a secluded villa in the mountains. A place to unwind and get away. There is a pool, opportunity for scenic walks and 24 hour room service. All affordably priced. Travel to and from the city is free of charge. No address was provided, just a phone number and some pictures of the most gorgeous villa you had ever seen.

But it was a lie. Half way there the driver of the limo stopped and several armed men grabbed you, put a black bag over your head and threw you in a van. When you are finally freed you are inside the villa.

There are cameras in every room watching you. All your belongings are gone, but in front of you is a package and a note.

The note reads: Welcome to big brother’s house of sin. The internets favourite,twisted reality show. We hope you enjoy your stay for the next week. At the bottom of this note is a task you must complete. Failure to complete this task within the week will result in the death of you and your loved one. There is also a package we have given you. Inside are a change of clothes and a single object, which may be of use to you during your stay with us.

There are a few rules:

1. Do not try to escape. We are watching you
2. Do not tell anyone what your task is. We are listening to you
3. Do not hurt anyone else in the house. Our guns are bigger
4. Have fun. Because we will

 

[Elvenoff1]

Balcony...Scott Nightland

The breeze was warm, clean and sharp with the scent of cedar when Scott was able to register what was occurring around him. His head pounded like a son of a bitch. "What the fuck?" he lifted his head up from the balcony floor and took a gander of what was around him. He was on some kind of a balcony for he could see through a glass railing at a mountain range off to the east. Slowly he pushed himself up to a sitting position. He closed his eyes, hoping that the throbbing in his head would subside a little without the bright outside light.

After a few moments the pounding subsided enough for him to push himself up. His hand grasping ahold of the railing once he was up, the quick standing up made him somewhat dizzy. Again he closed his eye lids over his emerald orbs, allowing his body time to adjust to the wearing off of the drug that his captors used against him. A few moments later his lids open and he was able to focus on his surroundings with the intense pain. He was sure now that he was on a balcony some thirty feet off the ground, his gaze coming back up from the ground, upon his inspection of the ground he noted a very tall chain chain link fence that stood some fifty feet away from the balcony, it's height was just a bit lower than the height of the balcony.

He reached down and picked the box up, opened the note that was taped to it. He scanned over the note a few seconds before crushing it in his hand. "What the hell is going on here?" he whispered to no one but himself. Opening up the box he took the item and pushed it into the pocket of his shorts. He took one more serious gaze across the outside area before turning around and walked into an hallway. Slowly he made his way down the small corridor.

 

[Artemidorus]

Macy held her head. She was waking slowly and groggily. "What the hell..." she mumbled, the room spining. She was sat on the floor, still in her tight jeans and blue blouse. "Ugh..."

She struggled to a stance and looked around. Near her lap was a box. She pulled it to her, wincing at its contents. She pulled out the note amd read it with a look of horror. "House of sin...? Big brother? Watching!" she looked around, pulling her knees to her chest.

The room was something like a gameroom, with a pool table and board games, a bar and a closet. She stood up and wandered over to the bar, making a glass of water for her cotton mouth. She took a deep breath, leaning on the counter.

 

[Sheana_V]

Crystal Waters

Crystal woke with the feeling of warm water pouring over her naked body. As her eyes opened she couldn't make out anything but the blurriness of a white room.

Okay... Definitely laying on the floor, definitely have a headache, and... is that Lavender Incense? What the fuck is going on?

Crystal tried to keep her analytical mind focused as a means to suppress the fear she was feeling inside. She knew immediately that without her glasses she wasn't going to get very far, and the water was making that even more difficult. She sat up and looked around, all she could really see in any direction was white, except there seemed to be something brown in one other direction. She slowly bent forward onto her knees and crawled toward the brown blur. As she got closer she left the warmth of the shower and the cool air bit sharply against her nipples - however she could make out that the 'brown spot' was some sort of package wrapped in brown paper and tied off with twine.

She felt around the package, it seemed to have something soft inside. She carefully opened it. On the very top were a pair of glasses.
"Oh thank god" she said to herself putting the glasses on her face. She looked around the room she was in. Three shower stalls of which she was in the middle, sinks, etc...

Why am I in a small dormitory shower?

And there are cameras everywhere! Looking into every shower.

She looked back down at the package. She pulled up the first thing, a g-string.
Really? This is ridiculous.
What else. A lace bra and a lacy tube dress?

Then she read the note. She stood up holding the clothes and looked at the camera "Do you really expect me to wear this!?" she said to it defiantly. As soon as she said that she realized she was naked and most certainly being watched. She quickly knelt back down. A pencil-skirt with pockets and a white blouse that seemed even more revealing.

She got up and ran to the cabinet. "Thank god there are a few towels" she said out loud and vigorously dried herself off. She went back to the package.

She put on the bra, panties and pencil-skirt and blouse She moved over to the sink mirror and looked at herself. Everything fit as though it was tailored for her, but tailored in such a way as to accentuate the very things she typically tried to downplay. She blushed at her own reflection.
There was one more thing in the package that she slipped into her skirt pocket.

Okay, I better find out who else is here.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Dutch woke up slowly, trying to make sense of where he was and what had happened. One minute he'd been on his way to a pleasant retreat, the next he'd been manhandled out of the limo by two goons, had a rag with some foul-smelling stuff crammed against his face, then then had awakened...here. Wherever "here" was.

He sat up gingerly, waiting for his head to stop spinning. He was on a bed, in a smallish room. It looked like a motel room at one of the lesser-chance chains, with two beds and a cabinet against the wall. He was dressed in his usual slacks and polo shirt, and whoever had grabbed him, for whatever reason, didn't seem to be in evidence.

There was a small box on the end of the bed, tied with a string. He dragged it over, opened it, and read the note inside. "This is crazy," he said to himself, running his hand through his short salt-and-pepper hair. House of Sin? Task? The part about killing his loved ones caught his attention. Were they seriously threatening his family?? For a stupid reality show? It was preposterous on its face...

But then, whoever had orchestrated this weirdness might be capable of doing just what they threatened. It gave him a chill. Margo and the boys were in danger--correction: potentially in danger. He needed to find out what the hell was really going on...

He got off the bed, slipped the thing in the box into his pocket, and headed for the door.

 

[JudeRodney]

"What. The. FUCK!?" Kirk Jameson, CEO of the Enterprise Group, felt his pressure rise as he read the note in the box. Looking around, he saw the camera staring right at him, and found something to lash at.

"HEY!! YOU!!" he shouted at whomever set the camera up. "You got no right to do this to me! Do you who I am!? DO YOU?! Once I get out of here, I'll see you strung up by your dick as I sue for for all your worth! YOU HEAR ME!?"

He did not care who might be watching. All he wanted was to show them who was boss. He was rich, dammit! It was HE who screwed people over! Women would crawl over him just to suck on his cock for one second! No one was gonna make him their bitch!

For several minutes, he raged on, mostly repeating himself over and over again. "You're NOTHING! You hear me?! NOTHING!! I'll have you begging me not to leave in the poor house! I... I'll."

Eventually, he ranted himself into exhaustion. Now with a somewhat clearer head, he gathered his things. It was time to see who else was here.

 

[Stalzyn]

He was on the field, and the stadium was in an uproar. Clark just gave a through ball, swiftly it flew to the year's highest goal scorer. Charles Wright trapped the ball skillfully, with a one two he has crossed three opposing defenders. Touching it slightly forward, pausing and doing a leg-over he took out the last. "One on one with the keeper, this might be Wright's 200th goal." screamed out the excited commentator. "Oh my, he just took out the last obstacle, the keeper is off the way. Its just the net and him, what's he gonna do...and he shoots!!!"
Wright landed with a thud on the carpet ground. The fall only added to his throbbing headache. Slowly his eyelids opened to reveal two confused sapphire orbs. Charl took a quick glance around his surrounding. He was in a room painted white, two single beds placed at the corners, a double wardrobe and a wooden table with two chairs and a small box on it.
"What the wizzle is going on?" Charl asked rhethorically.

 

[Stalzyn]

Gripping the bedside, Charl stood on wobbily legs. With his head still spinning from the drugs used on him, Charl could only make it half way to the table before falling on his knees.
He struggled to the chair and sat, his eyes still staring at the small intricate wooden box on the table.
Reluctant to open it, his fingers played tap-tap on it. He tried to remember how he got into the poorly furnished room that even the workers in his father's mansion wouldn't stay in. All that came back was a foggy memory.
He opened the box and read the content.
"What the wizzle?" he cursed again. One of his friends must have hired those pranky jokey agencies on tv to scare him. Charles thought.
Despite himself, he re-read the last part of the letter. The part that has to do with the death of his loved ones.
Spurred to action by that realisation, Charl took the item in the box and headed for the door, scowling along the way at how useless the item he was given was to his task.

 

[Elvenoff1]

With each step that Scott took his mind replayed the moments before the darkness over took him. He searched the mental movie over and over trying to find anything that would shed some light on the subject. He exhaled with frustration for nothing came about from his mental search.

Scott could see a few doors down from where he was, one door was on his left that was closer to him. He slowed as he approached the door, but it wasn't a door but a doorway. Peering into the room he noticed a very attractive young lady leaning over a countertop. She looked some what confused and a tad bit shaken, just like he was when he woke. He pulled back around from the doorway, taking a few moments to look back down the hall toward the balcony then reversing his gaze to the forward part of the hall. Seeing no one else around he walked into the room.

"If you just woke up as I have. Do you know what the hell is going on here? If your part of this." He moved into the room a little more. "Tell me what the hell do you want from me besides the stupid little task you asked me to do." He looked at her, a tad bit of anger registering upon his face.

 

[Artemidorus]

Macy leaned back on the counter, her eyes fluttering closed. "Don't yell please." she said. "And don't point fingers. I have a task too. I'm stuck here as well. And they have my brother." that was her only true loved one. Her mouth filled with a bitter taste. Had they picked him up from school? Or kidnapped him out of his house? Maybe they didn't have him yet. She sighed, hoping for that last one.

"I woke up here. I know little more than you. However, I do know I don't want to die." she filled a glass full of water and brought it over to him. She offer him the glass and leaned in to whisper "I'd play along if I were you. They have us strung up by our nuts and theres nothing we can do but roll over."

She leaned out the door. "Hey!" she yelled. "If you're friendly cpme this way. If not, you better stay back. I got a gun with my note."

 

[Sheana_V]

Crystal Waters

Crystal heard people talking through the door at the end of the shower room. She moved carefully toward the door not sure what to expect on the other side. She listened.

"I woke up here. I know little more than you. However, I do know I don't want to die."
...
"Hey! If you're friendly cpme this way. If not, you better stay back. I got a gun with my note."

Came the voice from the other side.

"Is she talking to me?" Crystal wondered.

"I'm a friend, I think. I'm coming in." Crystal said before slowly opening the door.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Stephen sat bolt upright. Waking up in strange places with a throbbing headache was not a new experience for the French born American, but there was something different about this. To start with he had been sleeping on top of a van. In a strange garage.

Stephen rolled onto his belly before slipping to the concrete surface. His back hurt from his previous sleeping spot, but it wasn't too bad.

The van appeared to be locked. So to was the garage door. Very strange.

Stephen circled the Van at a stroll, keeping his hands in his pockets the whole time. It was quite cold.

As the blood started to move through his body the cobwebs began to clear.

He was on a writing retreat.

Somewhere quiet where he could get some work done.

He'd gotten off the plane, and found a very nice bar stool at the airport bar. Two hours later he had stumbled out of the airport and into the limo. There was more booze in the back of the limo, and Stephen hadn't been shy about imbibing. After that though.... After that he must have fallen asleep. He had a vague recollection of someone carrying him, but nothing more than that.

So was this the villa? What a dump. Well as garages go. Maybe the rest would be more to his liking. Stephen saw some stairs and started towards them, but tripped over a brown box. The contents of the box fell out onto the garage floor.

Stephen gathered them up and found a note. His lips moved silently as he read the note.
"Heh.." he said, which came out more as a sigh than a word.

He shoved the note into his pocket and tucked the spare clothes under his arm before climbing the stairs. He passed through a few rooms before he heard voices up ahead.

A small group of people were gathering inside a large room with a pool table and a... bar. Thank god.

"Hello," he said in a soft spoken voice."I am Stephen, Stephen Miles. I may have had too much to drink earlier, because I just woke up on a van. I am hoping you don't know who I am, because I do not remember any of you. It is strange, I do not feel hungover, just- sick. Where is this?"

 

[JudeRodney]

As Kirk made his way through the halls of the place, all sorts of thoughts entered his mind. Thoughts of humiliation, of torture, what he was going to do once he got his hands on them. He would make them all pay!

His mind was brought back to reality as he heard conversation. There were other people in the villa, just like the note said. But could he trust them? What was their task?

Taking a deep breath, he walked in on the others. "All right. Who the FUCK are you guys!? I demand answers!"

 

[landiek]

Chastity woke up to the smell of leather and groaned. It took a few moments to get her bearings before she got off the floor. Looking around she thought she was at her old job and prepping the scene for a take but there's no video equipment in plain sight.

There on a table is this little box and note. A quick glance over the "rules" and Chastity laughs. Loved ones.. what a crock.. who needs loved ones with a boyfriend that robs you blind

Chastity slowly opens her box, seeing the contents she smirks. "Interesting choice Big Brother."

Chastity looks around the room. Very nice and elaborate, bro. So lets see what's in this toy box. Chastity was surprised to find silks but not to be picky she chooses the ones that will go well with her ultimate goal.

Changing clothes was simple and being no stranger to cameras wasn't too embarrassed about exposing herself. "I bet you're enjoying the peep show. Never had a brother.. might have been nice though. Wicked little playroom too, will you bring me down here for a spanking too big brother? Gotta be careful with me.. I might like it."

Chastity checks the door and finds she can leave. With her old shirt she makes a bag and drops a few items in it before leaving. Now she explores her outter surroundings and gravitates to the sound of voices. Chastity enters the room looking like some harem girl from a b movie (see picture from ooc thread)

"Hello?" Chastity says innocently. "Is this the Fredricks bachelor's party?"

 

[Artemidorus]

Macy winced. Everyone was gathring in her room and being loud. Safety in numbers? She doubted it. She began filling up glasses of water from the bar and setting them on the counter.

"Here, everyone drink up. Flush whatever they drugged us with out of your system, and you'll think more clearly." she downed her own glass. She stepped back, leaning against her bar again. "Okay. Lets start introductions. I'm Macy. We are all stuck in here, playing this game, so lets try to get along and help each other out." she gestured to a lump in her waist-band. "Or else I'l have to shoot you." she winked, semi-jokingly.

 

[Stalzyn]

Charl followed the rising and falling sound of voices. It led him to a gamehall, a pooltable was in the middle and people gathered round it.
An older man stepped into the gathering from the other side. He growled and raised his voice. Demanding answers to what was going on.
Charl slowed his pace and came into view, his hands in his pocket. He gave a slight nod to a guy by his side, but the man was in no mood to socialize and didn't return it.
A lady at the other end introduced herself as Macy, she placed cups of water on the table.
"Thanks." he appreciated sincerly. Charl scanned the sexy but dangerous lady, his eyes roamed her bountiful chest to her round hips and the item on her waist. Did she really intent to use that?
He remembered his own item and wondered for the umpteenth time how that was going to help him.
"I'm Charl." he introduced. Not ready to disclose his real name and have those who didn't know his identity yet know. "And yes she's right. We've got to calm down and co-operate."

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Stephen scanned the group. His eyes flicking from one guest to the next. As a writer Stephen had an acute interest in mannerisms and body language. He was known to seen hour at the local French bakery watching people walk past. Watching how they walk, and interact with each other. Half the characters he wrote were inspired from such sessions.

He turned to Kirk. "I must concur with our young gunslinger over here, if we could adjust the volume a tad that would be marvellous. I am Stephen, I write books,"

Stephen didn't wait for a reply. He touched Macy's arm gently. "I passed a kitchen earlier. I will take a look and see if I can find some aspirin for you."

He stepped away from the group, but found his way blocked by Chastity. Stephen took her hand in his and kissed the back of it. "I don't know what was in your little box, but it is nice that you throw yourself into this little game with such reckless gusto. I am Stephen, and you are?"

 

[landiek]

Chastity smiled at the handsome face in front of her. "Hello."

Chastity felt her insides twitch as he kisses her hand. It was amusing he though she was playing a role set by the kidnappers. "Sorry?" Chastity feigned. "I was hired to be the entertainment for a bachelor's party for Antonio Fredericks. I was also suppose to make a memorable record. However my video equipment didn't arrive."

Chastity moved against the wall and took a dramatic breath making her silks wriggle and show off her perky nipples. "I'm called Chastity the slave, bidden to arouse the desires of man, woman, and beast."

 

[Sheana_V]

Crystal Waters

Crystal looked around the room full of people. She was to a certain extent dumbfounded by the situation, and also a little shy with her wet hair and unusually revealing clothing.
As no one seemed to be yelling at the moment, and there was a pause in the conversation she felt it an opportune time to do something.

She walked toward Macy grabbing a glass of water and said "Macy is it? I'm professor Waters". Crystal chugged the glass of water while commotion continued around her. She took a moment to muster her courage and walked toward the pool table. As she climbed akwardly on top of the pool table one part of her was trying to psyche herself up 'It will be just like giving a lecture', another part felt embarrassed and was glad that the room was full of strong personalities that keep peoples attention.

She stood in her bare feet on the pool table and said "Excuse me...". Her voice wasn't heard among the others "Excuse me, can I have your attention please" she said a little louder. No response.

"Hey!" Crystal yelled as loud as she could from the top of her lungs.

"I am professor Crystal Waters. It seems to me we are all in the same situation here. If we think about this logically..."
Suddenly these strangers started saying things to her, one well dressed man yelled something at her.
"I think I know a way to help!" She yelled as loud as she could. The room quieted again for a moment.

"You were all given Rules, a clothes, and an item right? Well the rules didn't say anything about not telling anyone else what the item is. If we all tell each other we can all help each other" Right after Crystal said this she became conscious of the fact that everyone was looking at her and began to blush.

 

[Artemidorus]

"Aye aye captain waters." Macy said genuinely enthusiastic. "Glad to see someone else thinking straight. She climbed up on the pool table as well, but just to sit. She held her glass of water in one hand and surveyed the room. Charl, a handsome guy who seemed polite. Chastity, a scantily dressed woman who seemed... Well still half drugged. There was also Stephen, who seemed nice enough.

So far though, she liked the proffesor the best. "Lets start with you then, doc waters. What'd you get?"

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Stephen glanced from one woman to the next. Trying to judge their reactions to this new proposition. He sipped his glass and said nothing. His hand reached into his pocket and his fingers wrapped around his own item. His eyes returned to the sexy librarian, Doctor Waters. He saw her glance at him and he smiled encouragingly.

 

[Sheana_V]

Crystal Waters

Crystal felt somehow comforted by the beautiful brunette climbing on the table with her, as though this were an act of solidarity. Macy said "Lets start with you then, doc waters. What'd you get?"
"Oh, me, ummm" Crystal said pausing to wipe some of the wetness from her hair that was running down her face.
She reached into he pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Still holding the paper she took off her glasses and started to clean them. "Well, you see this here is a map". Placing the glasses back on her face "It's a map of the surrounding area, and should allow someone who leaves to make it to safety."

Looking down "And you there Macy. What have you got... oh yes, that's right, a gun". She paused. "Anyone else?" Crystal said looking around the room.

 

[JudeRodney]

The way Kirk was talked to only served to make him angry again. "Don't you idiots know who I fucking am!? I am Kirk Jameson, one of the richest men in the world, and I don't have to show any of you shit!"

He turned to Macy and all but charged the bar, almost getting into her face. "As for you, you little bitch, I don't believe for a second that you have a gun."

He backed up, taking his suit jacket off and spread his arms wide. "Prove me wrong. Shoot me."

The mogul slapped his several times, just daring her. "Come on! SHOOT ME!!"

 

[landiek]

Chastity turned her attention to the woman on the pool table. Was she really another victim or something more sinister? Now her light green eyes scans the group. anyone of them could be Big Brother.. she thought.

Now reasoning sets in as the request to reveal the item given was made. Chastity debated on whether she should come clean or not. Still in her current attire she couldn't hide anything and she was carrying her shirt of items most would go with her "stripper" profession.

"I would rather not show anything some are rather ... ummm erotic." Chastity blushes a little as she was drowned out by Mister 'I'm richer then all of you peeons'

 

[Elvenoff1]

Scott moved back away from the one called Macy, whom he wanted to apologize for his rudeness to her, which there would be plenty of time to do that. Then when the others came into the room voicing their opinions and shooting their mouths off. He decided to do what he does best, fall into the shadows and watch and observe everyone. Yeah, there was a few females here that he wouldn’t mind observing them in their nightly preparations for bed. Then there were the egoistical male assholes whom think they are the total shit, Shit is the operational wording.

He remained silent when the one name Crystal Waters stood upon the pool table and became the class leader, her words were wise but some how had a bad feeling about showing what the little items that everyone got. He couldn’t put a statement to this, it was just a bad feeling. He shifted his gaze from Crystal to the other appealing lady named Chastity, she seemed like the party all night, sleep all day type of person, but she did have the looks going for her.

Soon his imaging mind lost its pleasuring activity when a total jerk shot off his mouth about Macy shooting him, Scott wish he had his weapon for he surely would have shot the asshole, hell even twice! He shook his head dumb ass rich people…He had enough of the crap and slowly made his way to the bar. It was time for a stiff drink.