Hackie Posted March 11, 2015 Share Posted March 11, 2015 The elevator door slowly shuts with a satisfying sound. You look around the elevator and see an ugly wood wall, the top of the elevator is metal. Music begins playing. (( )) You begin to come to your senses and see several other people. You begin to count down some facts right off the top of your head to get an idea of what's going on. You're in LA It's around the ninety-sixties to eighties or, Miami? Somewhere around that area, what else... you're carrying some kind of guilt? Are you a criminal? Did you do something? You're frustrated, were you drugged? Why did you just wake up from some trance? Where do you live? Why are you in this elevator? What are you wearing? All these questions fly through your head, you pause for a moment and try to think straight for a moment. Quote Link to comment
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