Event #2- A Game Called Murder

Anita stirred awake, opening her eyes slowly. Where was she? She wasn't in her cell with Sinbad, but in a huge garden. She cautiously sat up, taking in her surroundings with calculated gaze There was no doubt that she was still being captive by the angels. Especially when the other people laying on the ground had caught her attention quickly. She quirked an eyebrow at the sights of the collars that were around their necks, slightly irked by it. Was she as well? Anita brought her fingers to her throat, tapping lightly at the collar with her fingernail. "Pleasant choice of accessory," Anita half pouted in a sarcastic tone as she continued her inspection of the area.

There a few feet away from her and the others was a table with a single envelope on it. She tilted her head at it, her interest piqued greatly. But to her, the others on the ground seemed more fascinating to her than a piece of paper with words on it. She spent enough of her life reading and reading, now it was her time to actually get to speak to a variety of people. Although she had a feeling that the others would have a different opinion than hers. So Anita stayed sitting down where she was, waiting for one of the others to wake up.

Jack sat up quickly, his breathing fast as if he'd just woken from a nightmare. He gazed at his surroundings slowly, knowing instantly that he was somewhere new. He felt the collar around his neck, a foreboding sign that the surrounding plants and trees didn't mean he was free from this God forsaken place.

'What the hell is going on..' he mumbled to himself as he saw the numerous bodies spread out around him.

Before opening her eyes Marina could notice that she wasn´t in the room she was before. She could feel grass tickeling her cheek as she was lying on it and there was a voice. A male voice she didn´t now. She sat up while opeing her eyes. Great the Angels felt like throwing a garden party. She looked around and nocticed some other people around mostly lying on the ground, including her roommate Shang. As she could see them more closely she noticed that everyone had collars around their neck ... including her. At least it doens´t hurt my eyes.

Moses had already woken up, but hadn't moved to get up and just laid there unmoving, staring aimlessly up at the sky. His eyes were dull, empty as he took in the new sight. I can't remember how it felt like to fly, he found himself thinking, and started to feel his paranoia about forgetting and remembering stuff wanting to crawl back. Wait.... I can't really remember much of anything, he reminded himself, and started to chuckled to himself, either unaware of the other people around him or simply not just caring.

Unwittingly he found his thoughts wander back to his latest cellmate, and heave out a deep breathe fo relief when he realised he hasn't forgotten about neither Flynn or the little girl, Alice was her name right? She was cute. She had looked innocent, but her aura hadn't felt like she was.
Mindlessly he lifted a hand up towards the sky, and started to move his finger around as if he was drawing something in the air, muttering and mumbling the usual incomprehensible words to himself.

Shang repressed a growl of fury when he opened his eyes. Where was he ? Apparently, not anymore in his cell. Bad news. To be outside like that, without reason... It was strange, almost disturbing. And his instinct didn't stop sending him warnings. He was in danger.

He got up and felt a strange sensation around his neck. A collar. He touched it with his finger and repressed a disenchanted smile. No powers. He looked around him and saw that several bodies were on the ground. Some were woken, like Marina.

Anita watched as a few other of the people on the ground had woke up and sat up, their expressions showed that they were confused and displeased with this situation. "I don't know what's going on either, but I have a feeling that envelope over there has the answers." Anita remarked, motioning her head over at the table with the envelope on it.

She quirked an eyebrow as one of the prisoners was still laying down on the ground, lifting his hand and moving his finger around at the sky. She could hear the man mumble to himself, furrowing her eyebrows at this. That was a bit odd. But everyone did have their oddities. So she couldn't say anything really.

An envelope ? Repressing a new growl, Shang started to wonder what the angels could had been thinking. No good, that was certain... But since now, none of them had appeared... He frowned, trying to understand what sort of danger could be waiting for them in this garden.

Noticing that one of the prisoner were mumbling to himself, he stared blankly at him. A fallen angel. He repressed a cold smirk, but still. It was just so ironic. Now bored of this litle distraction, he looked at the strange woman who had spoke. "It could bring more questions than answers..." He walked slowly toward the table and take with prudence the envelope. "Who know exactly what those twisted angels have in mind after all ?"

Anita blinked a bit at the sound of a familiar woman's voice. Sounded like the voice of the angel from the tv from before. She listened closely to the woman's information, wrinkling her nose at the being killed off for not reading the rules. Well that was oddly concerning. Her eyes traveled among those in this garden, at their colors. Then her eyes landed on the male at the table with the envelope. "I guess this means we have no choice but to open it now. Would you? Or may I?" she asked as she got up from the ground and walked over to the table as well.