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Ever wanted to tag a character yours has no good reason to know? Ever wanted your character to be forced to interact with someone they're supposed to hate? Now's your chance!

You character has been trapped somewhere-- and they're not alone. Pick the scenario(s) and genre(s) you're open to, and post with your choices and character's information in the subject line. Use the random number generator or your own discretion to reply to others' posts.

SCENARIOS

1. TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR The old standby. You're stuck until someone can rescue you, or until one or both of you can get this box moving again.

2. TRAPPED IN AN UNDERGROUND BUNKER Maybe there's a nuclear winter, or maybe you were just exploring and wandered in here. Either way? Right now, you're stuck.

3. TRAPPED IN A CAR You were driving long-distance when your ride broke down, so now you're stuck in the middle of nowhere until else someone happens by.

4. TRAPPED IN A MALL AFTER HOURS Somehow, you managed to get stuck in the mall after closing. Maybe you fell asleep in the bathroom, or were hiding in the back of the bookstore, but now the doors are locked, and you've got the whole place almostto yourself.

5. TRAPPED IN A MAZE Entering that maze seemed like such a good idea, didn't it? Only now you can't find your way out, and you're pretty sure you're not alone in here...

6. OTHER/COMBO Any other scenarios that tickle your fancy.

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The old saying "Any port in a storm" was wise enough, Dean figured. Until he applied it to finding a daytime resting place for himself when he'd underestimated the arrival of the dawn and found himself stuck in a crappy underground set of cavernous rooms originally designed for... fuck only knows what. It smelled of chemicals, dust, and stale air.

When he rose that night, he decided to explore the adjoining rooms rather than leaving immediately.

Eliot had chosen to hide in the underground bomb shelters that riddled the area with forgotten tunnels. It was the perfect hiding spot for his change in the upcoming few days, he would be both out of the way and without fear of harming someone. True his beast will be upset at the lack of forest to stretch its legs, but Eliot wasn't there to please his monster.

It was absolutely perfect, except his hearing picked up movement in the adjoining tunnels. He frowned and sniffed the air, but aside from the scent of dirt and old air, he nose didn't pick out anything special. No, there was definitely no human living down here, not even any large animals that he could tell the spores of either.

He had enough food and water stored away, he can safely last a few days until the curse ran its monthly course.

The sound of a living heart caught his attention before any other sounds alerted Dean to the presence of another being down in the tunnels. Awesome. Just what he needed. There were no legitimate reasons he could think of for someone to be down there, which laid good odds that whoever or whatever it was, probably wasn't something he wanted to be involved with.

Then again... whatever it was, it was between him and his exit. Damnit.

He moved nearly soundlessly down the tunnel toward the sound of the heartbeats. When he was close enough to catch a scent, it was a fairly familiar one. Werewolf. He scowled. Werewolves were just about a vampire's worst enemy, aside from hunter humans, and Dean hadn't fed yet tonight.

Maybe he could sneak around it? He moved forward, hoping the wolf's night vision wasn't as good as his own.

A wolf's vision was mediocre at best, but his sense of smell, now that was unbeatable. He might not be picking up any living creatures down there, but he definitely heard that movement and smelled something strange. It was like... old blood. Something dead but without the decay.

"Who's there?!" Eliot demanded, turning around in the dark and trying to find the source of movement. It was strange, weirder than anything than he sensed before.

He turned slowly in the darkness trying to pinpoint the direction it came from. "Come out!"

Dean sighed. So much for stealth. Fucking wolves, man, seriously. There better not be a pack with this one. The doucheness of every werewolf he'd met had gone up exponentially with the presence of a pack around.

"I don't suppose I can convince you to just stay out of my way and let me leave, huh?" He asked, stepping close enough to be seen faintly. Hopefully not close enough to be pounced on.

"Got no interest in whatever wolfy things you're up to down here."

Eliot turned his head hurriedly to the direction of the voice and caught the figure in the dim lighting. The man caught him by surprise, he didn't realize the other sneaked up that close, he barely caught him with his senses. Quickly he moved into a defensive position.

Lucky for Dean, Eliot was a lone wolf, one who hated even considering himself a wolf. Which was why there was a loud growl in response to the last thing the strange creature said. He took offense to that.

"I'm not doin' anythin' wolfy down here. You're not goin' till you answer some questions, pal. Who are you?" More importantly, why couldn't he sense him like he could normal humans?

"Hey, whatever you say, Fido. I'm just looking for the door." Normal people totally growled like that. Totally.

Dean crossed his arms over his chest and watched Eliot carefully. At least he didn't seem to be the 'swing first and ask questions later' type. They were really obnoxious and usually tasted funny.

"My name's Dean. Why? Wanna be penpals? Gotta tell ya... I'm not much for letters."

At that point Eliot was studying Dean with raised brows that showed he clearly thought there was something wrong with the man, lacking all other physical senses aside.

"Wouldja stop callin' me that? I'm not a fuckin' animal!" He released another rumbling noise deep from the recess of his chest. He too crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, Dean, strange place to find someone snoopin' round. What're you doin' down here?" As if he had the right to demand that without volunteering the same information. Then again, he asked first.

Eliot wouldn't have been far off on that one. There had been vast numbers of things wrong with Dean before his vampire run-in. He smirked at the annoyance.

"Dude, maybe if you told me what I should call you, I wouldn't have to make shit up?" Wouldn't have to, but the odds were good that he still would. "And I don't see why I should tell you why I'm down here. What's it to you?"

Given that Dean already supplied his name, Eliot suppose it was only fair he returned his. "Eliot," he answered in a reluctant scowl although he had a feeling that it really wouldn't matter much in the name calling area.

"Cause I was here first. Which makes you trespassin' and... unwelcome." Again, he tried to sniff the air yet again, he could gain only a very muted smell from the other. There was definitely a scent, but not the same as any creature he met.

Finally more curious than annoyed, he gave into asking, "What are you?"

"Actually, I've been here since yesterday, so technically I was here first." If he'd been worried about things like maturity he might have been sad to be reduced to 'I was here first' as an argument.

But, Eliot started it, so there!

"I'll cop to the unwelcome part, though. I get that a lot." He laughed at the question. May as well answer. It wasn't like vampires were a big secret anymore. Also, it was kind of a relief that Eliot didn't recognize a vampire's scent right away. It gave good odds that he was a new werewolf and that gave Dean more of a chance if Eliot decided to get head-rippy. "I'm a vampire."

Eliot's brows furrowed at being informed that he had somehow walked into this man's territory without either him or his wolf having been aware. It was an unsettling thought, although when given the explanation, he only managed to snort.

"Vampire?" Scoffing at the idea already, the retrieval specialist was about to reject it outright when he went over the facts in his mind. No living scent, inability to pick out the other's presence save for when a physical noise was heard, and a certain gut feeling, perhaps primal instincts, that had been screaming at him ever since Dean spoke up.

If he could be a werewolf, then why not the other a vampire? And Eliot wasn't a new werewolf by far, but he had managed to avoid most supernaturals aside from his unfortunate brush that landed him with the curse.

His chuckle died in his throat. "You're fuckin' serious."

"'Fraid so, pal. Had me an unfortunate, blood-sucky run-in of the non-mosquito variety and that was all she wrote." He stepped a little closer to be better seen and opened his mouth. A set of razor sharp fangs descended in front of his two outer incisors. He only showed them a second before retracting them.

Most people didn't react too well to such things, but he figured a werewolf probably wouldn't be the jumpy sort.

"On the plus side, my grocery bills have gone way, way down."

"Shit." Even in the dim light, Eliot could see those fangs weren't just some special effects.

Ah hell. Werewolves were real and now apparently vampires were too.

The problem was now it left him with one insanely dangerous guy who possibly could see in the dark and may be more of a danger to him than he originally thought. Just the idea made him raise his hackles.

"Alright... you said you were just headin' out?" Maybe letting the guy pass would be the best idea right now. He came here to hide for the upcoming three nights, not get in a wrestling match with a bloodsucker. It was already much too complicated.

Dean was dangerous and had killed a werewolf before. In his defense, the werewolf attacked first, though. All in all, he'd much rather avoid the whole thing if he could. Particularly since he hadn't had a chance to feed yet.

"That was the idea. It's night, I'm hungry, and I don't like leaving my car unattended for too long." Seriously. If anybody had messed with his car while he was sleeping during the day, he would find them and kill them.

"Unless you really want a sleepover. I'm not much for campfire stories and make-overs, though, gotta admit."

It was then that Eliot decided it was just better to let the vampire pass. He didn't want trouble and as the conversation stretched, it soon became apparent that blocking this creature's way would be more trouble than it was worth.

"Then by all means, go ahead." He stepped back to one side to show he had no intention of blocking the other's way.

Which was too bad considering this was his first run in with a supernatural ever since the time he met the werewolf and, had the vampire been of better disposition, he wouldn't mind asking some questions. He wasn't even sure he wanted to inform the other man that he saw some punks taking apart the aforementioned car outside when he was on his way in. Dean will find out soon enough.

As the vampire passed, he muttered added under his breath, "Hope you're an AAA member."

Dean snorted at the muttered comment. Fortunately, his car wasn't parked nearby, but if he caught anybody taking anyone's car apart, they'd be very, very sorry. That shit was just unacceptable.

"See you around, Eliot. Don't get fleas."

He reached the door and went to open it, finding it difficult to move. Interesting, particularly with his above human strength. That did not bode well. When he finally wrenched the door open, the motion was accompanied by a shower of dust and rocks from the tunnel on the other side. Well. Fuck.

Dean blinked at it a moment, absently dusting himself off. "You neglected to mention you broke the tunnel on the way in..."

Eliot answered the insult with a growl and intended on going in deeper the other way. He stopped, however, when he heard the vampire struggling with the door. Couldn't a vampire open a simple heavy door? He turned around to peer at the other in the dim lighting to watch.

The dust and debris falling in was as much news to him as it was to Dean. "That's because I didn't," he answered in honest surprise as he worked his way back to where the vampire was.

"It wasn't like this when I came in."

"Oddly enough, I believe you. You don't seem like the sort to bury himself alive." Werewolves liked the open air, at least as far as he knew. And really, there were far easier ways to off oneself if one was so inclined.

"Guess there was a reason for those 'Danger: Do not enter' signs outside. Damnit." He heaved a sigh and stepped back. Now that the dust had settled, he could see the tunnel out was pretty solidly blocked.

He glanced back at the other exit from the room. As far as he knew, it went deeper underground, but he supposed there could be another way out. Hopefully there was, because digging this one out was going to suck hard and take weeks, by the look of it.

"Next time, I'm sleeping in the trunk," he muttered and turned to head for the other tunnel. Man, his luck just never changed.

Eliot stared at the vampire while he slowly adjusted to the feeling of having stepped into the underground bomb shelter version of the twilight zone. "You know, normally this is when I start suspectin' you caused that cave in to trap me down here somehow."

He looked around, then although he hadn't intend to start using his supplies so quickly, he also didn't expect his stay to be quite so enforced. "But you're as trapped as I am, so I'll guess not."

Digging into the utility belt he had on him, he produced a flashlight that he shone briefly at Dean before redirecting its beam to the ground. "Guess we can only go deeper in. Did you come this way?"

They can explore together for now, but with the fact that Dean was a vampire in mind, Eliot kept a close ear for any sudden movements on behalf of the undead.

"That would be a pretty stupid way to trap you." He couldn't really imagine why anyone would want to trap a werewolf that badly. "And a lot of effort. I prefer to do things the easy way, where possible."

He flashed a grin at Eliot when the light passed over him. "Feel free to think I did, though. My maker keeps telling me to learn to be a proper villain and all. I can tell him I have an arch-enemy when I get out of here."

He pointed back toward another of the tunnels. "I slept down that way. Didn't go all the way, though, so I don't know if there's a way out that way."

"You'd be surprised at the lengths some people go," Eliot answered cryptically, thinking of some of the suicidal fighters he met in his days.

"Great, that's fuckin' great. Time to go explorin'." He frowned at the other's cocky attitude but until they got out, or he felt like taking the vampire on, he will need to learn to tolerate it. "How old are you anyway, bein' vampire and all?"

Without waiting for Dean, he started off towards the indicated question. "Most of these places have more than one exist in case things like this happen. What I don't know is where it is or if that's already been sealed."

Then a sudden jump in topic. "You can see in the dark?"

Dean ignored the cryptic remarks and the complaining. Inside, he was working hard to suppress a little twinge of panic. He didn't like being trapped. He especially didn't like being trapped underground. Too much like being buried, which he had been once. Once was enough.

"My age depends on how you look at it. I was twenty-five when I was turned, so technically I'll be twenty-five forever. But, seeing as it's 2007 now, I'm twenty-eight."

He followed after Eliot, nodding at the observation. God, he hoped there was an opening somewhere.

He glanced over at the question. "Yep. Perfect dark vision. One of the perks of my new, pulseless lifestyle."

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