The loss of one's memory is a terrible thing. You're not in the strictest sense dead, but you may as well be for anything and everything you could call yourself is gone. And, you are left like a needle on a record player listlessly following a groove with no music. Yet, still the record turns and so does your meaningless experience continue second by second.You're alone in a padded cell. You're bound in a straight jacket. A gag fills your mouth and is locked behind your head. It takes a great deal of effort to even stand because you're arms aren't free. You can think, feel, and express yourself clearly. Define the things you experience as if you've always known them. But, you have no memory of who you are, how you got here, or even where you're at. All you know is that you're restrained.Something shuffles outside your cell's door. It sounds like somebody walking and brushing against the wall at the same time. A strange clicking noise accompanies the odd stride, like teeth chattering in the cold.>Try to call out to them and get their attention>Hold your breath, remain silent, and stay perfectly still
>>6314820>Hold your breath, remain silent, and stay perfectly still
>>6314820>Hold your breath, remain silent, and stay perfectly stillOfttimes, subtlety is key.
>>6314852>>6314906>>6314998You hold your breath and refuse to move, something an instinctual level fills you with dread at whatever lies outside of your cell's door. What feels like an eternity passes before whatever it is moves on. You suddenly gag and cough out a few drops of blood onto the floor. The blood flows around the bit in your mouth and mixes with your saliva. You were so nervous you bit the inside of your mouth without realizing it, even the gag couldn't stop you due to your fear. However, you see your blood on the floor start to move, it almost looks like its flowing into words."#$me$ber wHo... aRe."A loud noise from your door startles you and your eyes tear away from the strange message up to your door's shutter. Cold blue eyes stare back down at you. "Time for your visit to the doctor John." A gruff voice says from behind the door as the shutter is closed once more, and you hear the latch unlocked.The door swings open and a man in his late twenties stares at you. He has short black hair and is wearing nicer street clothes with some sort of religious jewelry, A necklace with an ankh, a silver ring with some moon like symbol, and a badge attached to his belt. Slung underneath his arm in a holster is an automatic pistol of some kind. It's not a Glock, it has a hammer and reminds you of an "advanced" looking firearm from the late 1980's."So, Mr John Doe seeing how you're new to the floor I'm going to explain this once, and only once. You do what I say, The gag and the straight jacket come off. You keep doing what I say and you're out of the hole and into a real room, eating real food. You fail to comply, fail to answer questions, fail to be on your very best behavior. You'll be back in here chained to your bed or to the wall with an IV feeding you. Simple, right? Nod if we understand one another.">Try to stand and look him in they eye>Tell him off>Nod>Try to say anything else or do something else
>>6315152>Nod
>>6315153The straight jacket and gag in your mouth are unconformable. You find the idea of being released very appealing. Without any sudden or strange movements you nod to him and still maintaining eye contact he nods back. His demeanor doesn't lighten up much, but he looks less like he's about to put a round in your skull. With a practiced hand he helps you stand and quickly undoes your gag and unbinds you from the straitjacket. Your relief isn't immediate as the blood flow returns to your arms and neck and the severe pain of your muscle cramps hits you all at once.The mysterious man stands back and lets you slowly recover from being restrained. Oddly enough, despite you being a patient in what appears to be a maximum security facility his attention is more drawn to the hall, as if expecting something horrible to appear at any second. You finally begin to feel relief in your limbs as your muscles and tendons begin to relax. Your pain slowly diminishes until its nothing more than a remote ache.>Ask him all the expected questions one in your situation would ask>Attempt to rush past him and get away>Wait for him to speak before doing or saying anything>Take a closer look at him>Take another look at the strange message your blood began to spell out on the floor before your attention was broken>Ask him if you can get some water and something to eat
>>6315167>Take a closer look at him
>>6315168The man stands at the ready with one blue eye on you and another looking out into the hall. He doesn't appear to be in any particular hurry, and certainly has a professional air to him. However, you don't feel that professionalism applies to the medical field. He's a professionals soldier. His badge says private security, but you wonder if he doesn't have a "real" one when not working here. Wherever the hell "here" is. He's tall, for the median. Somewhere between five ten and six foot. Just a few inches shy of your own height. The man has some sort of strange, cylindrical object on his belt. Almost like a discuss, some sort of custom brass knuckles? You're not sure and don't wish to find out.He turns back to look at you, "John, you ready to go? The Doctor is waiting. Oh, and you can call me Mr Silver. We'll save my first name until I know if you're a waste of time or not.">Tell him you're ready to go>Ask him something (your choice)>Do something (describe it)
>>6315193>Tell him you're ready to go
