Pick the Path

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So everyone is in a group. Anyone picks one of the paths.

You enter a building. The power is off. There is a green door, a pink door, and a blue door. Where do you go?

[dreamshimmer]

Megan wandered into the old decrepid building. The large onceglazed bricks wee crmbled and shattered. Old tan tiles hung above her, same orderly yet gloomy color as the walls and floors. A few tiles were missing. The floor was dirt and oddly very flat with a few tiles here and there, pressed deeply into the ground. A old ceiling light dangled above her by its half shredded wires, swaying and creaking in the breeze. It hung coated in dust and beyond repair, never to shine again, much like this building.It was a ancient tomb that recently and mysteriously opened.

In front of her stood 3 doors, neon colors and quite contrasting to the rest of the ruins. There was green door, encrusted with gold wire curving throughout it like streams winding through a forest, with small ponds here and there represented by emralds. The scent of pine eminated from the door.

A bright pink door stood right of the green, and was shattered by jagged zig zag lines of broze all around it. The gleams with a heated ferocity and are lit by bright rubies. The smell of smoke lurked from beyond it.

To the very right stood a blue door, laced with silver that freely curved and wandered throughout the door's surface, occationally holding a gleaming saphire. The silver and saphires shimmered and shined like the sea. A gentle ocean breeze came from around the door.

Meg paused for a moment, turning around to see the others. They were still climbing into the ruins. She contemplated for a moment about waiting for them and deciding together which door to go in. But the exightment of exploration got the best of her. They could choose their own door. As for her, it was her own choice.

She trembled in both fear and exightment as she walked up to the pink door, reached for its handle, then swung it open. Then a seeming invisible force pulled her in, closing the door behind her.

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Dream is pulled in to a daycare of sorts. The walls are all pink with a few rainbows and sparkles on the walls. The paint is peeling. Toys litter the floor. There are toys you've never seen before.

Wigs and trolls are the main things you recognise. There are sticks and stones all over that look like they were used as toys. Markers in colors you've never seen before lay in a pile. The wigs also come in weird colors. A few of them are colored in bunches of stripes that look like they were colored with the markers.

Water lays in puddles near a green door. There are beautiful potted flowers around it in colors like the markers and wigs. The air near the rainbow door sparkles. They both look very inviting. Which one do you choose?

[bluemerald]

Alena skipped over to the blue door. Blue had always been a good color for her. But maybe this time it would lead to something better than what she had always been going through.

She touched the handle, immediately sensing that it was made of aluminum and painted over with a thin sheen of gold. She rolled her eyes. She hated it when exquisite and expensive things were faked. She never liked it when she couldn't buy pure gold necklaces.

She turned the handle and gasped as a wave of chlorine-filled air blew passed her face. Her eyes gleamed with a hint of laughter. Closing the door, she ran up to the surface of the pool and dove in, still dressed in her sparring uniform. Swimming in circles, her nail polish began to chip. She felt it and stopped to examine what was left of her expensive manicure. She sighed and climbed out, her hair dripping wet. "Mom, now would be a good time to help my hair dry!" No reply. She rolled her eyes and ran back to her cabin, hoping that nobody would notice her dripping wet uniform.

[rain]

You aren't cupposed to be in that character, but yourself or post where you are even though I told you. Whatever, I'll allow it. There are two identical doors on either side. One has a boys sign on it, the other a girls.