This is what happens when you hurry through a maze: the faster you go, the worse you are entangled.

[debtofhounds]

Hallways*: a free form horror meme

Wherever you meant to go is not where you are. When you look back, there is no door. A hallway stretches out in front of you, with branching corridors and closed doors as far as the eye can see. There are hints of other people around - sounds and voices of others who have found themselves trapped in this space, or those who were originally here. Not everyone is friendly. Just remember: any door you go through will cease to exist. You must go forwards to get out. ...Will you make it? *It doesn't have to be a hallway, you might end up in a kitchen that tries to eat you, or knee deep in water of a basement somewhere, though you were just on the 13th floor.

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Starters and thread hopping is encouraged.

Inspiration from HOUSE of Leaves and cardio_swindle.

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Thor | MCU | OTA

[whatfollowsthunder]

Loki | MCU | OTA

[jotunblooded]

Djem Ahmad | OC

[fresh_to_deaf]

(OOC Side note: He's terrified of the dark. Also, feel free to go with my starter or suggest your own and we can work something out :) )

[The last thing he recalled was walking home; hardly something noteworthy. But where he'd found himself next certainly was, though not in it's appearance. More in that he had no clue as to how he got there.

The room itself was bland, like a waiting room in a dentist's surgery, and poorly lit. As if that didn't make him uneasy enough, when he'd left the room to try and ascertain where he was, Djem had been met with a long stretch of corridor, and no longer a room to go back to. While the lighting was no worse than it had been before, it was not better either - and as he began to move forward, the fact that they occasionally flickered only added to his building sense of dread.]

Darcy Lewis | MCU | OTA

[tasedagod]

Loki | Marvel 616

[mischiefandlies]

[Honestly open to just about anything.]

Have fun playing around with another version of yourself

[godofliesloke]

[This place just made it so difficult for him to decide what to feel. On one hand the close quarters with the poor lightning should freak him out with his claustrophobia and all that. On the other hand the hallway went on forever. No matter what path he looked down it just looked the same. Endless walls decorated with doors. All in all the whole place frustrated him more then anything else.

Sighing Loke started to walk down the hallway and try out the doors. Sure he could just try to use his magic, but it would be stupid doing that in a place he knew nothing about. There would be no telling what might happen. A place that clearly could steal a person from one place and then end him here could not be good to mess with.]

Oden turn your all seeing eye here and get me out of this place.

Dean Winchester || Supernatural

[noapplepielife]

[OOC: ota, m/m for anything even remotely shippy or smutty. Replies will also come from hellboundhunter.]

[On the list of "weird shit that's happened", this is pretty close to the top. One minute he's in the bunker on his way to the study and the next he's in some kind of hallway. He turned to go back but the door was gone, and he quickly learned that going through any door meant it ceased to exist. Every hunter instinct he has is on high alert as he carefully walks along, checking doors at random. Thankfully he never goes anywhere unarmed; even in the safety of the bunker he usually has at least one knife on him.]

Tim Drake | DC Preboot/Return of the Joker fusion | ota

[howigotthese]

[He's half-convinced this is an actual nightmare. They aren't uncommon to his dreams. Or his waking life, if he's being honest. It definitely makes more sense than walking through a door and finding himself in a pitch-black corridor that is not and has never been a part of the Manor. The first thing he does is feel the wall behind him for the seams of the door he came through, but there's nothing. Perfectly smooth wall that might as well have been made out of one solid piece of wood for all the cracks he can find.

Tim could stay where he is. Isn't that what kids were supposed to do when they were lost, remain where they are and wait for rescue? (He had to bite down on his lip to stop the inappropriate amusement at the thought. As if that would apply. As if he's still a kid.) Instead, he just starts walking, trailing his hand on one of the walls to keep himself oriented in the right direction. He'll either find something or wake up eventually.]

[idioticprince]

[Something good to orientate oneself with would be that small source of light far off in the distance, right? Well the light were a ball of flames that someone that looked to be picked out from a movie with the settings in the 1800 carried. Fine clothes for sure, but well out of place. The hand that wasn't holding out the ball of flames held a golden staff of some sort. Actually it looked to be a mix between a staff and a wand.

The very out of place person, or Jeile as his name were looked rather relived seeing the stranger. He had been wandering down the corridor heavens knew how long. Finally coming across something else beside empty walls were a great relief. Sure there were no way of him to tell if this stranger would wish harm upon him or not, but right now he would only expect good. If wrong he could deal with it.]

Nothing down this way beside walls and more solid walls I'm afraid.

[docharley]

[OOC: I could give you a Harley or a Dick but in either case I think we need to have a talk about limits first. Are there any big "NO" buttons you'd like to avoid? ]

OKAY AS PROMISED

[dickbats]

[Tim should know better by now. With everything that's been happening lately, he shouldn't be allowed to wander around on his own. He's too much of a liability, given recent events. Tim works best when there's someone around who can watch him, and keep tabs on whether he's slipping. Tim's shown incredible improvement, but there were still too many variables in play. Trust can be hard to earn in a family like theirs.

That's why they didn't tell him about the little interdimensional incident when it happened. It's weird enough to have a pocket dimension pop up in the basement; Dick was hoping to have the whole mess handled before anyone noticed. He'd texted Damian with a request to keep an eye on Tim.

Clearly, Damian hadn't cared enough to actually monitor Tim's whereabouts. That kid. He had one job.


As Tim moves through the maze, it's mostly silent, aside from the echo of his own footsteps. That silence breaks with a fork in the path, however. Tim could continue along the side marked by his hand. But there was another option, a break to the left that would require abandoning his orientation technique. There was a distant moaning emerging from that way, a helpless plea that expressed immeasurable pain.]

John Cooper | Agent of Hel series

[emotioneater]

[Well, he's certainly not in Kansas anymore. How the hell is he supposed to get out of here?]

Alex Price | InCryptid

[scales_and_silence]

Out of the three Price siblings, Alex had the best sense of direction. In theory. When he wasn't being distracted by things like bright pink parrots in Australia, or in this case, unspeakably nightmarish things he just unloaded half a clip into to keep from eating his face.

He knew better than to try and have a closer look at the thing for the sake of scientific curiosity before adding a couple more bullets to the head (at least... he was pretty sure that was the head) before walking at an even pace down the hallway.

Grandma Alice always advised that upon being sucked into a terrifying, hell-like dimension of any sort, running when nothing was chasing you was a sure-fire way to get something to chase you. As someone who studied the life sciences, he understood this. Running would designate himself as prey to anything acting on a purely predatory instinct.

Running also meant a lot less warning time between you and whatever was ahead of you.

This was all very sound logic he was having to repeat to his terrified hindbrain every 10 seconds or so as it told him to ignore all of that and RUN, RUN FOR YOUR NERDY LITTLE LIFE.

bayonetta

[voluptuous]

( an idea would be spooky things lost in purgatorio, but pretty open to anything else. )

rudy | orphan black

[ex_vileness729]

jane | the walking dead game

[cowcatcher]

aurora | maleficent

[baestie]

[beees]

[Voice testing, so be gentle, please?]

[There's the sound of rustling feathers as Castiel appears in the hallway. He looks around, tilting his head slightly. This... wasn't right. He was trying to get to the safe house Sam and Dean had taken refuge in, but this certainly didn't look like the right place. Just a long poorly lit corridor with plenty of closed doors. He tries again, disappearing and reappearing in what appears to be the same spot, and frowning, makes a third attempt. Well. This is... Unusual and concerning. Cautiously, he moves forward to try one of the doors, surprised to find it's unlocked. He's even more surprised when he steps through the door into another corridor, and turns around to find the door has simply vanished.

He stays still for a few moments, debating his options, and reaches into the pocket of his overcoat for his cell. Maybe he can at least alert the brothers that he's... What? Lost? Stuck? Some combination of the two? He glances down at the screen and huffs in frustration. No signal. Of course there's no signal. Why would there be a signal? He sighs, there's nothing else he can think to try aside from exploring and hoping to luck into the exit, so he shoves the useless phone back into his pocket and heads down the hall.]

John Lugo | SO:TL | Spoilers, gore, angst and all the rest ahead.

[scout_tactical]

[[Open here for any starters, also posting a starter below... OTA, essentially, though his own personal version of hell may not be even remotely recognizable to anyone else...]]

[scout_tactical]

[ The walls are breathing.

It takes Lugo a long time to really get his bearings, start to lift himself up. He feels thin, weakened, but the feeling of... nothingness that he expected does not seem to hang around very long. This is a good thing, he thinks... It means that maybe, just maybe he might...

He shouldn't get his hopes up, though. There is a long hall ahead of him, darkly lit with a sickly red light... red like the sky when a sand storm is stirring up. He casts his gaze around, only to find that the hall behind him rapidly closes, terminating only with a flat wall and sign that reads "wet paint", though the smears look a little less like paint than blood. He holds his damaged arm and limps the only way he can see to go.

There's nothing in sight ahead... only more open hall, it would seem. John is beginning to lose his patience, trying to think of a way to break out of this plaster prison, but there's almost no possibility of that, as mangled as his body is. His broken arm twitches intermittently. No matter how he tries to keep the muscles from going into painful spasms, there's no amount of will that can stop it. He slogs down the hall, digging his thumb into tender flesh, hard enough to make his knees feel weak, hard enough to almost make him lose consciousness, but once the pressure is off... it's like there is no pain at all.

John slumps against a wall, breathing heavy... and that's about the time he notices a tall, black door, smooth and unweathered... almost unnatural to him. He touches the flat plane, just as he notices a scribble by the handle. ]

"Do you feel like a hero yet?"

[ No... this isn't quite right... not quite right at all, but he grabs the handle and wrenches it wide.

He just wasn't expecting it to go down... not that fast or that deep, at least. The world tumbles, and sand is a lot harder than anyone expected. He coughs and wheezes where he fell, arms drawn in close to his chest and legs curling up... like an insect... have crushed, but not quite dead.

He coughs, heaves, and then, after a few moments, he rolls onto his belly, slithering ahead with as much speed as he can manage. There's a breeze in this place... cold and constant. Broken glass bites his elbows as he drags himself along... A brown rock rises above him... The sand almost looks raked... there's a man in a chair through the shattered plate ahead... but what most captures his attention is the slumped figure along the line of windows. A mountain of a man... in his hand, there is a gun, so large and impractical that it could only belong to one man... John whimpers without even knowing the sound is coming from him. A sound a child would make if he saw a monster in his closet...

Everything is so hollow and cold... but he presses himself up close anyway, clinging despite stiff resistance. ]

No... no you can't. You can't.

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf

[ingoodcompany]

((ooc: will work something out with taggers before.

Neverending hallways can be a thing.))

kazumi minegishi | devil survivor [f!protag au] | ota

[summitshore]

[ooc: Do. Your. Worst. ... Please. :3]

Alan Wake | Alan Wake

[bestseller]

Jun Kurosu | Persona 2: Innocent Sin

[onlythankyou]

Darc | Arc: TotS | OTA

[dividedsoul]