"oke so what's riddle did you have to solve before you were let out?" if the look at me like i am crazy and there was no puzzle then i know that the are working for leon however if the do know an answer then it's setelled pretty quikle
"I had the paint a materpiece so i tried to paint the Mona Lisa and was set free"
"Yeah how did you know ?" Tristan smile's
"Really how did you know do you know people who are dutch" i schouldn't let my gaurd down but the seem friendly thank god.
"Yeah that sounds like my country import and export anlong with water is really important"
"one thing i know in Holland drugs are permitted but i never used or bought. Really if you tell people your dutch the first question alway's is do you have drugs once a custumor walked in the shop i was working and asked if we sold weed it was an ellectonic'd store he was convinced al we do is do drug's.
"so what was your job before ending up here i just came out of highschool"
OOC: well school for me goodbye everybody i will be back in about 6 hour's or less
"yeah im sorry i am just so happy to finally meet somebody. " A voice in his head's begin's to talk "so you maneged to escape good boy"
"shut up Jack i don't need you so just leave me alone".
- A razor
- Shank
- Weed (Enough for two)
- Broken watch
- Pullstring bag
- Shard of mirror
- 20 cigarettes
- Zippo lighter
- Hip flask
- Bible
- Spring
- Matress filler (wool?) Stuff.
Freedom = No
Put ribbons on me..
Now sat waiting on the bed Josh digs his knife deeply into the bed waiting for something Anything to happen... with a twang of his knife upon hitting a spring he begun to rip the bed open. Hoping to find anything he salvaged a spring and some mattress filler that could be used as good tinder.
After some thought and pondering many stupid ideas Josh walks into the bathroom and pulls down the shower curtain. Using his knife he cuts out long strips and begins to tie them around the butter knife that he found behind the plaque.
*Piper is about to try the lock on the car hears the other voice, the one from before*
Oh no, not him again...
*The strange man walks over. Introducing himself as Tristan, he and Louis have a bit of an introductory conversation. Piper remains quiet throughout, listening to what's being said, but thinking*
Look! Right now we need to be making friends, not enemies! We trusted Louis quick enough, why can't we trust Tristan???
...fine...
*Getting up, Piper turns towards the conversation, which seems to have stopped on an awkward note*
"Hey there, Tristan. Like my friend Louis said, my name is Piper. Piper Mathews. I should say sorry for earlier, I was just a little paranoid and scared from being stuck all alone for a bit.
Anyways, I don't suppose you have any skills picking locks do you? We're about to try this van out, see if there's supplies or anything in it, but we're not quite sure if it's locked or not. Haven't tried yet!"
*turning back towards the van Piper grabs the van's handle* ...I shoulda taken bets on if it was or wasn't locked
*She pulls on the handle*
Gonna be on a bit later then promised last time! Should be about 13 hours from this post when I come back on... Damn work, calling me in...
"I was rude ealier i was just stunned to find another living person so i should apolegize i am sorry. And i know a few thing's about locks not really a thief but i can try and since i have Anna with me who know's i might pull it off"
Tristan grab's his swiss army knife and walk's to tthe other side of the van and start's the lockpicking (mixed with his telekineses). come on you don't trust these people do you they just want you to help them and when you are not valuable anymore they will abonden you just like everyone else. I SAID SHUT UP JACK !!
"Uuuhhh... my head..." muttered Roger as he woke up with a pounding head. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and asked "What time is it, guys?" He waited a few seconds for a response. "Guys?" He stopped rubbing his eyes and saw that he wasn't at the Uni dorms after a night hanging out with his dorm mates. Instead, Roger saw that he was in some sort of Motel room. He said the first thing that came to his mind. "This isn't the sofa...." He paused and realised how stupid that statement sounded before it eventually dawned on him that he was somewhere completely alien to him.
He thought for a minute that it might have been his friends playing a trick on him so he called out. "Okay guys, real funny. Maybe I shouldn't have made that joke about your collective intelligence but we were joking around. Come on. No need to take it this far." After receiving no response, Roger started to get nervous. Maybe he actually was in some real trouble here. Taking a deep breath, he then proceeded to take stock of the room. He could see a night stand next to him with an alarm clock, which told him the time was 12:00, and a white lamp on top. He could also see two doors and a closet set into the rather unpleasant looking walls as well as a wardrobe at the end of the bed, from which Roger could make out the distinct smell of Bacon.
He turned on the lamp in order to give the room some more light before approaching the wardrobe and investigating the smell. "Well it looks like whoever brought me here doesn't want me starving." he said as he noticed the plate of food accompanied by a knife, fork and napkin. "But it had to be scrambled eggs." he said. As he reached for the plate, his hand brushed against a piece of card.
"Huh? whats this?" He picked up the card and the food and ate whilst he read:
"The story is simple and the goal is plain, but from where you move from the start in this game, may end just the same.
You'll awake in a location from which you must escape somehow, with resources and other people to be found.
Little plaques or pieces of paper will show a goal, to escape an area free and whole.
Their will be challenges and danger, some normal others stranger, and things may get difficult to comprehend, and not all will survive in the end.
So good luck to you and what you do, a reward of Life, Liberty, and Lost to those who remain true."
-Your Gracious Host
Leon Tar
P.S You can try to escape before we start, though be warned if you are faint of heart.
Roger finished eating the slightly cold food and reread the card again. "So this is some sort of game... And other people are in the same predicament as me? And escape seems to be the general theme. So technically I'm right in the middle of something saw-esque except the host wants to give the players a proper chance to survive. Well. This sucks..." He read through the card again before pocketing it. "Do I know a Leon Tar... Nope." He cleaned off the plastic knife with the napkin and placed it in his pocket as well. "Never know when a plastic knife may come in handy."
He searched th wardrobe further and found his jacket, scarf and his messenger bag. "Well it looks like some of my stuff came with me... Oh god not this thing..." He had evidently also stumbled across 'the sombrero' which he and his friends kept back at the Uni but never wore. "Why did they have to bring this?" He said as tossed the sombrero onto the end of the bed. Roger then put on his jacket. "Lets see if someone has rifled my pockets... Ah no looks like everything is here, but wait... whats this?" He found something he was sure he hadn't been carrying before. He shrugged and placed all the items he was carrying, except for his iPod and headphones, back into his pockets. He started listening to some music on his iPod as he placed his bag on the bed and went to put on his scarf. "Hold a tic, whats that?" He said as his hand came into something metallic around his neck. He dropped the scarf onto his bag and immediately headed for the door that looked like it lead to a bathroom and walked inside. Locating the mirror, he examined the device around his neck. "It looks like a metal collar... This doesn't bode well." After tugging at it for a bit, he decided to give up on removing it for now and instead searched the bathroom. He picked up a razor and wrapped it in toilet paper before placing it in his pocket along with a tooth brush he found on the sink. He then washed his face and headed back into the motel room.
"Welllll this going to be fun." he said sarcastically. Roger went and tried the other door into the room. "Locked. Thought so." He then turned and slid open the closet and found something that looked suspiciously very much like a safe with red light switched on next to some coat hangers. "Well I didn't espect that." Roger poked at the safe for a bit before turning his attention to the night stand. He picked up the bible and threw it in his bag along with his scarf. "And so the lord's book said 'I am viable form of kindling should a fire ever be required'." muttered Roger. He then opened the nightstand's drawer and searched inside.
James looks around. He makes a few orbs of blue light and has them fly around outside his window. Holy crap... Blank card, blank painting. he thinks. He grabs the paining, and tears the canvas off to look behind it.
I have a question about the vault. Does it have a number pad and four-digit code?
Wait what was that i saw a light thingie ?I should check it out
" hey i think i saw somthing you try to open the van ill go and check it out."
Tristan run's up the stair's to the room he saw the light thinggie he kick's the door and yell's
"HELLO IS THERE SOMBODY IN HERE"
wait i have paper Tristan grab's one of his sheet's takes a tears a litlle piece of and writes: is there sombody in there if there is push the paper back up side down.
"what the fuck light ?" sombody is in here i'd better help him/her out.
Tristan writes another piece of paper here is my key maby this one work's on you door to and i don't know for how long you can use your power so be carfull with the word's.
He pushes with some effort the paper and the key under the door and he stand's there waiting for a reaction.
He think's for a while and pushes another paper underneath: sorry for leaving you but there is a van outside i am going to try too loot that first maby there is a crowbar inside if i am unsuccesful i will come back.
Trisan goes down the stair's and tries to pick the lock of the van with Anna.
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