Elevator: A Character Roleplay (IC)

by **Neo-Chicago** » Mon Dec 22, 2014 10:10 am

Tom took out his phone, and showed it to the others. "Yeah, I've got a phone. I would recommend turning all of yours off, by the way. I don't see any outlets in this elevator, and we could be here for a while." he suggested. When he saw Rory fiddling with a screw and asking if anyone else had a screwdriver, Tom laughed audibly. "Interestingly enough, I do." he said, and he popped open his briefcase. Tom retrieved a small plastic bag from it, and shut it again. Inside of the plastic bag was a small screwdriver, spattered with blood. A small tag hung off the back that said "NYCC". "This is evidence in the murder case I'm working on, so I would wear gloves if I were you. Wouldn't want your fingerprints to pop up after this thing is scanned for prints." he told O'Driscoll, handing him the small plastic bag. Tom glanced at his watch, and sat against the wall, when a startling thought popped into his head. "Guys, uh... are we going to run out of air in here?" he asked, panicked.

by **Krytonus** » Mon Dec 22, 2014 11:57 am

Rory O'Driscoll

I'd asked for a screwdriver as a joke, but I wasn't going to complain. I take the screwdriver with a puzzled grin, and slip on a pair of rubber gloves. I cautiously pull the screwdriver out of the bag and bring it to the screws on the panel. At first, the screw doesn't budge but with a little force it turns easily. Within a minute I've got the panel open. I set it to the side and shine my phone in the wiring. Just a bunch of general wiring stuff.
"This stuff doesn't look live. My guess is the staff switched power off when we got stuck. Not much I can do."
I sigh and lean back against the wall.
"Until they send us power, we're stuck here." I put the screwdriver back into the bag and peel of the gloves, handing back the bag in the dim light of my phone.

by **Jessjohnesik** » Mon Dec 22, 2014 12:05 pm

Johanna now feared what the teenage boy could do with the elevator, although she sincerely doubted and was sure that nothing completely catastrophic could be done by severing in any way anything inside the panel. Nevertheless, Johanna doubted even more a teenager's ability to perform such a job, especially in such a delicate situation.

"Excuse me, but are you competent enough to do this? This isn't to offence, but rather a precaution, as I doubt you are." Johanna said, the wording specifically aimed at Rory. She could only blame herself for not noticing this when the boy asked for a screwdriver. Her expression was painted with slight concern.

"Also, as an answer to the question posed earlier, we won't be out of breathable air. That is certain." Johanna added nonchalantly, for some reason wanting to answer the question.

by **Krytonus** » Mon Dec 22, 2014 12:46 pm

Rory O'Driscoll

"Huh?" I murmur as somebody else speaks up. "Not exactly. Sometimes I get bored and look up this kind of stuff. I'm... Kind of paranoid. I only know the basics, really." I reply to the voice. I'm probably not going to cause a Manhattan-wide power outage. Probably." I smile.

by **Neo-Chicago** » Mon Dec 22, 2014 1:13 pm

Tom was irritated by the gall of that woman who acted like this was a five year old sticking a fork in an outlet instead of a teenager fiddling with some wiring. He suspected that he would not become good friends with her, considering she hadn't even said her name. "Relax, I'm sure he knows what he's doing. What's the worst that could happen, anyway? The power's cut." he said to her. "By the way, I didn't catch your name." Tom added, almost to spite her. He took the bag as Rory handed it back to him, and stowed it back away in his briefcase. "Anyway, I would sit tight if I were you. If my suspicions are correct, and we're between floors, I doubt that we'll be getting out of here very soon." he told the others, somewhat pessimistically. Tom took out his phone, and opened the page on WikiHow, how to escape a stranded elevator. After reading through it, he had an idea. "Apparently, most of these would only work when there's power running to the elevator. However, there might be a service hatch that we can crawl out of. Check the elevator ceiling." Tom said helpfully.

by **The New World Oceania** » Mon Dec 22, 2014 1:15 pm

9:47 am, February 12, 2013

If the system breaks down the consequences will still be very painful. But the
bigger the system grows the more disastrous the results of its breakdown will be,
so if it is to break down it had best break down sooner rather than later.
Ted Kaczynski

Alarms gradually ring out far way. A PA, making an ominous sound, a sound akin to a klaxon or a tocsin, forms buzzing sounds in this cavity. A lift machinist at 30 Rock, who has had a bad night, sits up blinking and purblind. From A Void: what was that word (is his thought) that ran through my brain all night, that idiotic word that, hard as I'd try to pun it down, was always just an inch or two out of my grasp - fowl or foul or Vow or Voyal? - a word which, by association, brought into play an incongruous mass and magma of nouns, idioms, slogans and sayings, a confusing, amorphous outpouring which I sought in vain to control or turn off but which wound around my mind a whirlwind of a cord, a whiplash of a cord, a cord that would split again and again, would knit again and again, of words without communication or any possibility of combination, words without pronunciation, signification or transcription but out of which, notwithstanding, was brought forth a flux, a continuous, compact and lucid flow: an intuition, a vacillating frisson of illumination as if caught in a flash of lightning or in a mist abruptly rising to unshroud an obvious sign - but a sign, alas, that would last an instant only to vanish for good.

He speaks.

"Good morning, occupants of elevatorrr.... seventeen! Now, you might know by now your lift has paused, by that's just all in passing.
(and the sounds
of sirens and fire
trucks and city
road buzzing
creeps through
the intercom)
but we'll have all that sorted out by the hour's end and that's a promise we can keep here at 30 Rock, now y'all have a good morning and we will be up there in a jiffy, bye bye, now!"
(they will hang
themselves by
the week's end
and their neighbor
will cry and hide
the body in a
closet and no one
will know
the difference)

by **Jessjohnesik** » Mon Dec 22, 2014 1:40 pm

Excuse me for not wanting things to get shittier than they already are because of some child with an underdeveloped brain.- Johanna thought with slight anger, which only exhibited itself inside her mind and maybe the look in her eyes. She didn't quite understand why the man didn't agree with her. She thought she hadn't said anything inaccurate, as her only request so far was definitely reasonable enough.

The thought of telling her name made Johanna somewhat cringe, but given the question was already asked it would be impolite for Johanna to evade it. She wondered whether the man purposely asked, but asking this serves no purpose in any case.

"My name is Johanna Stieg." Johanna promptly introduced herself.

by **The Almighty Bob** » Mon Dec 22, 2014 6:48 pm

Neo-Chicago wrote:Tom was irritated by the gall of that woman who acted like this was a five year old sticking a fork in an outlet instead of a teenager fiddling with some wiring. He suspected that he would not become good friends with her, considering she hadn't even said her name. "Relax, I'm sure he knows what he's doing. What's the worst that could happen, anyway? The power's cut." he said to her. "By the way, I didn't catch your name." Tom added, almost to spite her. He took the bag as Rory handed it back to him, and stowed it back away in his briefcase. "Anyway, I would sit tight if I were you. If my suspicions are correct, and we're between floors, I doubt that we'll be getting out of here very soon." he told the others, somewhat pessimistically. Tom took out his phone, and opened the page on WikiHow, how to escape a stranded elevator. After reading through it, he had an idea. "Apparently, most of these would only work when there's power running to the elevator. However, there might be a service hatch that we can crawl out of. Check the elevator ceiling." Tom said helpfully.

Steve sighed. "Alright, let's nobody panic here. As long as everybody keeps calm and doesn't electrocute themselves, we'll make it out of here." He shot a glance over at the teen fiddling with the wires. "If you can do something with that, then continue. If you're just fucking around or guessing, then get away before you make it worse." Steve hoped that everything would sort itself out and also that he wasn't offending anybody already, which he had a tendency to do when he was stressed. Or happy. Or awake. Or even not awake.

by **Aelford** » Tue Dec 23, 2014 3:50 am

Bob Dickson

Bob looked around, surprised at the efficiency of how the people were already working, the kid Rory fiddling with the wires, and the guy Tom suggesting crazy ideas that just might work. And then Bob felt slightly put-off from that lady, Johanna. "What was up with her horribly mean look in her eyes? But then again, I wouldn't trust a kid with my cables at home, even if they did have paranoia and an awesome screwdriver."He thought.

Maybe he should help out? Bob thought for a moment and then remembered that Tom suggested to look for the hatch on the top of the elevator. "I'll take a look." he said, "Hold on a second. Someone give me a boost to check and feel up there. And somebody else hold a phone or torch to shine up."

by **Neo-Chicago** » Tue Dec 23, 2014 11:06 am

Tom gave Bob a leg up, considering a hatch was their best chance of getting out of there. Bob was standing on his shoulders now, so Tom decided to shine his phone up as well. I guess the fact that my phone is bright as hell is actually a plus in this situation, he mused. Tom has never been the muscled type, and he felt like Bob was literally crushing him. Still, he felt he had to take one for the team. "So? Do you see anything up there?" Tom asked, as his muscles practically screamed in agony.

by **Jessjohnesik** » Tue Dec 23, 2014 11:33 am

Johanna could only sigh in disbelief at what was happening. She just couldn't comprehend why on Earth were they trying to fix the elevator themselves. The technicians were likely on their way now and Johanna didn't want to be stuck here any longer than needed. She could feel annoyance and frustration slowly building up inside of her. Primarily because some of the completely irresponsible people in the elevator and the fact no one seemed to support her, despite her constructive criticism of the actions taking place.

"Can we just not do anything? Please? Nowhere in the world does anyone start climbing out into the shaft five seconds after the elevator has stopped. We are going to make the job harder for the technicians, and, quite frankly, doing this is irresponsible." Johanna explained, hoping that someone would listen. However, Stieg wasn't happy with the situation at hand, primarily with the fact that she had to actively converse with the other people.

by **The New World Oceania** » Tue Dec 23, 2014 12:32 pm

10:02 am, February 12, 2013

I am sorry these people had to lose their lives. But that's the nature of the
beast. It's understood going in what the human toll will be.
Timothy McVeigh

Curiously enough, the intercom system is structured — at least in the GE Building — in such a way that, while each floor maintains its own two speakers, the same goes for each elevator shaft. Thus, there is that notable nature in which the opening of a ceiling panel on one of the elevators will ascertainly let the intercom's loudspeaker throttle sound waves directly into he elevator itself.
The inevitable coincidence thereof holds that, should a ceiling panel be opened and the PA system sound, the elevator will not simply catch the speakers at their loudest but allow the sounds to reverberate within the elevator, causing for an incredibly loud, near ear-shattering announcement to echo through the shaft and its now opened elevator. Many proposals have been granted to fix this issue, but such attempts have this regrettable tendency to go horribly horribly wrong.

The intercom sounded. The voice of an elderly man, harmonized with an ambience of sirens in the background, rang through the elevator.

"All technical personnel, return to ground floor. All occupants on floors 30 to 50, move to the lobby immediately. Stairs only. This is a command from police and fire departments. Technicians to ground floor. Occupants floors 30 to 50 to lobby. You must take the stairs. Occupants of Elevator 17, remain calm."

Static. Silence.

by **Neo-Chicago** » Tue Dec 23, 2014 1:44 pm

Tom covered his ears, and yet somehow, the sound still penetrated his defenses. He tried to shout but the voice from the intercom drowned him out. "SHIT! Quick, everyone climb the hell out of here before one of us bursts an ear drum!" he bellowed, moving and forgetting that Bob was on his shoulders. "Oh shit dude, sorry." he told him, trying to help him up. Walker climbed up on the shoulders of the unlucky person who happened to be standing beneath the hatch and clambered up out of the elevator. He then extended his arm back into the small elevator car, to help whoever grabbed it climb out as well. "Do you think there's a ledge we can stand on while we try to pry the doors of the next floor up open?" he asked them. Tom knew that standing outside of the elevator wasn't wise, but he could easily just jump back down inside if it began to move again.

by **The Almighty Bob** » Tue Dec 23, 2014 2:27 pm

The New World Oceania wrote:

10:02 am, February 12, 2013

I am sorry these people had to lose their lives. But that's the nature of the
beast. It's understood going in what the human toll will be.
Timothy McVeigh

Curiously enough, the intercom system is structured — at least in the GE Building — in such a way that, while each floor maintains its own two speakers, the same goes for each elevator shaft. Thus, there is that notable nature in which the opening of a ceiling panel on one of the elevators will ascertainly let the intercom's loudspeaker throttle sound waves directly into he elevator itself.
The inevitable coincidence thereof holds that, should a ceiling panel be opened and the PA system sound, the elevator will not simply catch the speakers at their loudest but allow the sounds to reverberate within the elevator, causing for an incredibly loud, near ear-shattering announcement to echo through the shaft and its now opened elevator. Many proposals have been granted to fix this issue, but such attempts have this regrettable tendency to go horribly horribly wrong.

The intercom sounded. The voice of an elderly man, harmonized with an ambience of sirens in the background, rang through the elevator.

"All technical personnel, return to ground floor. All occupants on floors 30 to 50, move to the lobby immediately. Stairs only. This is a command from police and fire departments. Technicians to ground floor. Occupants floors 30 to 50 to lobby. You must take the stairs. Occupants of Elevator 17, remain calm."

Static. Silence.

"SON OF A HALF-PRICE WHORE!!!" Steve swore vigorously and covered his ears. "CLOSE THAT HATCH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" He waited for the announcement to stop and then took his hands off of his ears. "Sorry about that. What was that he said? I could have sworn he said something about the technicians moving to the lobby. Why would he say that?" He had the sneaking suspicion that he knew exactly why, but he didn't want everyone to start panicking immediately. He shot a glance at Johanna. "If the technicians aren't going to be helping, then doing nothing is not an option. Although, I can't say standing up there is a stellar idea. Pretty sure nobody had that good of a reaction time."

by **Saestea** » Wed Dec 24, 2014 6:41 am

Knox Stanforth

Knox himself didn't really think that tampering further with the elevator was a good idea, since they might touch something that made the situation worse. The older guy, Rory, stopped anyway.. But someone else suggested trying the hatch above the elevator. Then came that dreadful sound. Knox jumped an inch off the ground, dropped his phone, and folded himself down. His hands were over his ears tight until the announcement was over. He didn't even hear Steve's profanity. Knox himself was confused, and gradually becoming very frustrated. Why indeed were the technicians leaving them? He was scared, and he wanted to go home. At least to see his dad.

Beginning to make more obvious sobbing noises, Knox reached down to grab his phone and fumbled with it before he was able to dial his father's number. Hearing his dad's voice, Knox began to break down, blubbering as he tried to explain what was happening and how badly he wanted to get out and buy his book. While most of what he said was unintelligible, his father was only able to make out a few words.

"It's awful, dad... I wanna go home... Is anyone coming to help?.. I wanna go home, dad..." Knox wept, holding the phone close to his face as he spoke. All the loud noises and the dark. It was beginning to get to him. He wasn't claustrophobic, but after this, if he survived, he would most definitely be.

"Shh, shh. Calm down, baby. Just calm down." said Dad softly. The sound in the background made it obvious that he was running down a flight of stairs, his breathing ragged. He was truly worried about his son's condition and was heading down to inform someone that his child was on the stuck elevator. He needed to tell his wife as well of what had happened. Someone from the office had said that the elevator right outside their office had stopped some floors below. A friend also told him that he'd seen Knox enter, so he knew immediately what was going on.

"I'm going to go get someone to help you, okay? Just... Just calm down and keep your phone on, okay? Okay?" dad continued, reaching the lobby and looking for an officer to ask help from. Back in the elevator, Knox only nodded as if his father could see him, but spoke anyway. Though he couldn't stop crying. "Okay, dad... I will..." he replied, and his father hung up. 'I love you' wasn't an appropriate word to use at the moment, as it would only aggravate te boy even more.

by **Neo-Chicago** » Wed Dec 24, 2014 10:37 am

Tom still stood outside of the elevator, and saw Knox calling his father. "Tell him to open the elevator doors on the 41st floor!" he yelled, still reaching his arm down into the elevator to pull whoever grabbed it up. "I can see them from here, and we could probably climb up to them if we tried!" he shouted, his briefcase laying next to him. "Come on guys, we haven't got all day. Someone grab my hand, I'll pull you up!" he said, exasperated. It was at this point in time that Tom actually thought he would be able to escape this hellhole. He recalled that Devil movie he had seen about three years ago, and thought it eerily reminiscent of the current situation. Then again, it's not exactly an original plot, and Tom was sure that deep down, everyone was somewhat afraid of getting trapped in an elevator. Just like an animal is afraid of being trapped, it's just that the primal instinct is buried under thousands of years of evolution.

by **Jessjohnesik** » Wed Dec 24, 2014 12:13 pm

Neo-Chicago wrote:Tom still stood outside of the elevator, and saw Knox calling his father. "Tell him to open the elevator doors on the 41st floor!" he yelled, still reaching his arm down into the elevator to pull whoever grabbed it up. "I can see them from here, and we could probably climb up to them if we tried!" he shouted, his briefcase laying next to him. "Come on guys, we haven't got all day. Someone grab my hand, I'll pull you up!" he said, exasperated. It was at this point in time that Tom actually thought he would be able to escape this hellhole. He recalled that Devil movie he had seen about three years ago, and thought it eerily reminiscent of the current situation. Then again, it's not exactly an original plot, and Tom was sure that deep down, everyone was somewhat afraid of getting trapped in an elevator. Just like an animal is afraid of being trapped, it's just that the primal instinct is buried under thousands of years of evolution.

Still getting rid of the ringing in her ears, Johanna still managed to acknowledge what the others were saying immediately after the speakers' turning on. She wasn't glad at the situation at hand. To her, it seemed as though things were spiralling out of hand and she was in now way obtaining the information needed to say something against the actions performed by the other occupants in the elevator. She would nevertheless try.

"I'm sorry but why are we doing this exactly?" Johanna asked with, this time, a very stern voice.

"If anyone dies in that shaft, it will be on you. Because we have been stuck here to little to do anything. The authorities have yet to contact us directly a second time. So can we please stay put and drop all of the nonsensical, dangerous ideas and unneeded drama." Johanna finished.

by **Neo-Chicago** » Wed Dec 24, 2014 3:17 pm

Jessjohnesik wrote:Still getting rid of the ringing in her ears, Johanna still managed to acknowledge what the others were saying immediately after the speakers' turning on. She wasn't glad at the situation at hand. To her, it seemed as though things were spiralling out of hand and she was in now way obtaining the information needed to say something against the actions performed by the other occupants in the elevator. She would nevertheless try.

"I'm sorry but why are we doing this exactly?" Johanna asked with, this time, a very stern voice.

"If anyone dies in that shaft, it will be on you. Because we have been stuck here to little to do anything. The authorities have yet to contact us directly a second time. So can we please stay put and drop all of the nonsensical, dangerous ideas and unneeded drama." Johanna finished.

"You really are a fool, aren't you? You can't trust them for anything. We have an out, right here, and you're not going to take it?" Tom asked her. "When I see the headline 'Woman starves to death in elevator', I'll tell you right now, I am going to laugh." he told her. A seething rage was building up in him, and what that woman was doing was borderline passive-aggressive. Through inaction, she had somehow managed to anger him far more than by any action she could have taken. "People like you make me sick. You people are the reason that murderers and rapists go free. Domestic violence, acts of terror... You just keep telling yourself it's going to be alright, up until the day it kills you or the day you kill yourself. Go ahead and stay in that elevator, but it'll be your own fault when you die." Tom said to her, in a tone that was almost of disappointment. Tom wasn't saying those things to her to make her come with, they were true. In fact, he would be much happier if she just stayed down there.

by **The Almighty Bob** » Wed Dec 24, 2014 9:02 pm

Saestea wrote:
Knox Stanforth

Knox himself didn't really think that tampering further with the elevator was a good idea, since they might touch something that made the situation worse. The older guy, Rory, stopped anyway.. But someone else suggested trying the hatch above the elevator. Then came that dreadful sound. Knox jumped an inch off the ground, dropped his phone, and folded himself down. His hands were over his ears tight until the announcement was over. He didn't even hear Steve's profanity. Knox himself was confused, and gradually becoming very frustrated. Why indeed were the technicians leaving them? He was scared, and he wanted to go home. At least to see his dad.

Beginning to make more obvious sobbing noises, Knox reached down to grab his phone and fumbled with it before he was able to dial his father's number. Hearing his dad's voice, Knox began to break down, blubbering as he tried to explain what was happening and how badly he wanted to get out and buy his book. While most of what he said was unintelligible, his father was only able to make out a few words.

"It's awful, dad... I wanna go home... Is anyone coming to help?.. I wanna go home, dad..." Knox wept, holding the phone close to his face as he spoke. All the loud noises and the dark. It was beginning to get to him. He wasn't claustrophobic, but after this, if he survived, he would most definitely be.

"Shh, shh. Calm down, baby. Just calm down." said Dad softly. The sound in the background made it obvious that he was running down a flight of stairs, his breathing ragged. He was truly worried about his son's condition and was heading down to inform someone that his child was on the stuck elevator. He needed to tell his wife as well of what had happened. Someone from the office had said that the elevator right outside their office had stopped some floors below. A friend also told him that he'd seen Knox enter, so he knew immediately what was going on.

"I'm going to go get someone to help you, okay? Just... Just calm down and keep your phone on, okay? Okay?" dad continued, reaching the lobby and looking for an officer to ask help from. Back in the elevator, Knox only nodded as if his father could see him, but spoke anyway. Though he couldn't stop crying. "Okay, dad... I will..." he replied, and his father hung up. 'I love you' wasn't an appropriate word to use at the moment, as it would only aggravate the boy even more.

Steve saw the breakdown happen and went over to Knox. "Hey. I realize that this is a bad situation, but we absolutely need to stay calm. Panicking won't do anybody any good. Just focus on breathing. Here, do it with me. One, two...one, two...." Steve hoped that he was helping. The more panicky everybody was, the worse it was going to get. And seeing other people panic is not the best thing for your emotional state. He also shot a look at Johanna. "I don't think sitting here waiting for somebody to save us is going to be any help. I don't know if you heard, but they're evacuating the building." Steve paused. "Alright," he said, slowly,"for what reason would they evacuate an entire office building? Let's all put our heads together here." The sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach got stronger and stronger the more he thought about it. He took a moment to compose himself, then he looked up at everybody. "Nobody panic. That is the most important thing we can do now, understand?"

by **Aelford** » Wed Dec 24, 2014 9:05 pm

Bob Dickson

Bob looked over what seemed to happen just now. Yes, he knew that something bad was happening here, or going to happen. Almost like some sort of Déjà vu....
Then there was the heavy, thick tension from between Tom and Johanna. "Maybe I should help out with that." he thought.

Bob attempted to step in before things could get worse and a social disaster happened. Then he wondered if Johanna had some sort of natural aura, getting people pissed off when she remained all calm. One look upon her calm and steady smirk and he knew it could be true. He knew that he was getting pissed off, but that seemed so stupid at the time.

He couldn't stop the tension just yet. So he decided to keep watching and act accordingly.

by **Saestea** » Thu Dec 25, 2014 3:13 am

Knox Stanforth

Still, Knox didn't think that trying anything else would help them. Someone was trying to help calm him down, and it helped, to some extent. His hands were trembling and his breathing was shallow. He looked up at the people trying to look up the hatch, having heard what they said. He called his father again and told him what that angry sounding person was saying. In truth, he'd stay down here than try to get out and screw up. Unless someone like maybe, his dad, told him to do something, then he'd do it.
After he was done explaining, his voice cracking and mixed with sobs, dad replied quickly.

"Look, we aren't allowed up there anymore... No one is. I'm not sure if anyone's coming up to help. But I don't see many people going back inside. But... Just stay calm, okay? Mom's coming, and we're going to find you a way out. Just hang in there, yeah?"

Knox nodded again, and his father went off. Looking up and wiping at his tears, he said to Tom up in the shaft,
"No one's up there anymore... Dad said... They're all going downstairs."

by **Neo-Chicago** » Thu Dec 25, 2014 9:45 am

Tom kicked the wall of the elevator shaft, and then climbed back into the elevator car, closing the hatch behind him. He sank against the wall. "The only reasons I would think to evacuate a building would be a fire, a shooting, some sort of natural disaster, or an act of terror." Tom told the others. "And I don't know about you, but I don't think there would be a police response to a hurricane." he added, worried somewhat himself. He put in some earbuds, and listened to Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here on his phone. "...So you think you can tell... heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rail?" he said, mumbling at first, but his voice began to rise. "A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?" he sang, audibly at this point. "Did you exchange a walk on part in the war, for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year. Running over the same old ground, and how we found the same old fears. Wish you were here..." he finished, and he lied on the floor against the wall, finishing the song.
Although he hoped the others couldn't tell, he actually began to sob at this point. He turned away from them, and tried to muffle the sound, but it was still there. Tom stood up, and essentially threw himself up against the wall, pounding on it and kicking it. "LET US OUT OF HERE GOD DAMN IT! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS?!?" he bellowed at it, to seemingly no one in particular. Tom had had enough, and he just wanted out of here. He was never the calm type, and he had reached his breaking point here. The earbuds were out of his ears now, the phone back in his pocket. After a few minutes, he sank back down to the ground. "We're all going to die in here, aren't we?"

by **Jessjohnesik** » Thu Dec 25, 2014 10:36 am

Johanna couldn't help but laugh at the man's statements. The laugh was, of course, not one caused by humour, nor did it last particularly long or was very audible. Johanna sincerely wondered how could one person be so imbecilic and filled with incorrect understandings. Her calm demeanor was rapidly changing, a rage was building up in her.

"I am a fool?!" Johanna sternly stated, almost yelled, biting her lip in the process. "Do you not understand your actions? Are you that much of an imbecile!" Johanna yelled T the man in specific, accenting the height of her voice on the word 'imbecile'.

"Why don't you fucking compare yourself to a murderer or rapist. If anyone's starving in her its fucking you, likely because you forgot how to eat, because, well your skull seems to be empty." Johanna continued, her voice becoming more calm to the end of the sentence, the glare in her eyes, however, intensifying.

"If you want to climb out, do so. I won't shed any tears for you." She finished, fixing her glasses and cooling down mentally and physically.

"We need to await specific instructions from the outside before we try anything. If they, and only they, tell us to climb out, then we will. Doing so prematurely is severely unorganised and dangerous." Johanna said in her usual calm voice, with hints of the past rage. She then turned her attention to the boy on the telephone, who seemed to be crying as well.

by **Neo-Chicago** » Thu Dec 25, 2014 10:47 am

"You are the stupidest motherfucking bitch I've ever been forced to listen to in my life. Why the hell do you take orders from everyone? Why do you wait to be told what to do? You just gonna stand around and wait to die? I would climb out, but I think I'll stay, just to piss you off." he told the woman. If we resort to cannibalism, I'm eating you first, he thought to himself. He had completely forgotten the forlornness he felt only moments before. Tom was going to knock this bitch's teeth out if he had to, but he didn't plan on it. "Passiveness should be a crime. I'll tell you something. They're not coming for us. They're not going to help. THEY EVACUATED THIS WHOLE FUCKING BUILDING BECAUSE THEY'RE AFRAID! Do you seriously think they're going to risk the lives of a bunch of firefighters just to save 8 or 9 dumbasses stupid enough to get stuck in an elevator? That's what I thought." he said rhetorically. "At least I have the sense to take action, you spineless piece of trash."

by **Krytonus** » Thu Dec 25, 2014 10:58 am

Rory O'Driscoll

"Okay, okay, CAN YOU PLEASE ALL SHUT UP?! PLEASE?!" I wait for a moment.
"Good."
I now have my penknife hidden in my pocket, my hand clasped around it.
"We're not going to get anything done like this. Let's just start over again." I clear my throat.
"Some of you may not agree with everybody here. That's fine. Thing is, we're stuck here for now. I'm sure somebody is coming, but there's no way out of this place. Climbing out of that hatch is not an option right now. It's too dangerous and that voice told us to stay put. We have no idea how long we'll be here, so we need to find out some things. Any of us got any food? I've got a Snickers in my bag and a small bottle of water. I'd recommend saving what food and drink we have." I crouch down to my bag and take out the bottle and the chocolate, setting them down in the corner. "Second thing is not so pleasant. We don't know how long we'll be here. Could be ten minutes, could be a day. So, we need to figure out what we're gonna do when one of us needs to pee, or do a number-two. If anybody has empty bottles, that'd be great." I sigh and slide down the wall until I'm sitting on the floor. "We might want to introduce ourselves a bit more too. Like I said, I'm Rory. I live in an apartment with my Dad. I was here to apply for a job as an intern at a small newspaper on floor forty-two. I like reading and video-games."

Elevator: A Character Roleplay (IC)

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