04-27-2017, 06:02 PM
You've made it this far. Brought to the ship blindfolded, you were released inside a dimly lit hallway, and instructed to make your way to the door on the opposite end, then left without any further explanation. Though completely alone in this claustrophobic shaft, you couldn't shake the feeling that your every move was watched, every motion scrutinized, the flickering lights only serving to agitate your anxieties as you made your way down to the door. Getting closer, you could make out the featureless alabaster colored door, the sight of it both repulsing and drawing you inside, the unease in your stomach reaching a fever pitch, like snakes coiling around your innards. Now standing in front of the door, you notice no mechanism with which you could open it, putting your ear against it, you hear no sound coming from the inside, only the background noise of the ship. Examining the door up and down, you notice a slight indentation in the middle, shaped in the shape of a hand. You place your hand in the indentation, and the door hisses, then slowly slides into the wall to the left.
The light coming from the inside blinds you, and you instinctively shrink back and shield your eyes, struggling to gain focus. As your eyes adjust, a small, padded white room starts to take shape before you, illuminated from all sides by powerful lights. In the middle of it, a metal table, and behind it sitting a neatly groomed man, his hair slicked back, his face comprised of sharp features, dressed in a skin-tight, yet bulky white jumpsuit. He sits with his hands tented over the table, in a completely upright position, a blank expression on his face. He tracks you with his cold gray eyes as you muster the courage to step inside, the door slides closed behind you. You suddenly notice how quiet everything gets, the ship's background noise disappears, no rumbling, no hissing, no murmurs - nothing, your own breathing, and heartbeat suddenly seem like the loudest things in the universe. The man's face contorts into a half-smile, he retracts one of his hands off the table and motions to the chair opposite of him with the other.
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The light coming from the inside blinds you, and you instinctively shrink back and shield your eyes, struggling to gain focus. As your eyes adjust, a small, padded white room starts to take shape before you, illuminated from all sides by powerful lights. In the middle of it, a metal table, and behind it sitting a neatly groomed man, his hair slicked back, his face comprised of sharp features, dressed in a skin-tight, yet bulky white jumpsuit. He sits with his hands tented over the table, in a completely upright position, a blank expression on his face. He tracks you with his cold gray eyes as you muster the courage to step inside, the door slides closed behind you. You suddenly notice how quiet everything gets, the ship's background noise disappears, no rumbling, no hissing, no murmurs - nothing, your own breathing, and heartbeat suddenly seem like the loudest things in the universe. The man's face contorts into a half-smile, he retracts one of his hands off the table and motions to the chair opposite of him with the other.
OOC NOTES: Unless invited, ask before posting. PM