"alright so i suggest to oath has somthing like a sign like somthing with your fingers and the pact is just to do everything we have to do to escape well everything except things against other members. Do you have somthing to add?"
Survival is Key V-1.1 (Open Partially-Started)
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"O i was looking forward to starting my own cult but without a book i won't be able to pull it of what a shame." Tristan chuckels
Tristan stretches out his right arm.
"Just grab my hand and the words should be somthing like: I swear to do everything so me and my brothers and sitsers can escpea this place and i won't do anything to hurt a fellow brother or sister. Brothers ans Sisters being the people who join in.
Tristan stretches out his right arm.
"Just grab my hand and the words should be somthing like: I swear to do everything so me and my brothers and sitsers can escpea this place and i won't do anything to hurt a fellow brother or sister. Brothers ans Sisters being the people who join in.
...... Tom remains silent as he sees people leaving and entering, closing his eyes he merely breathes with ease and seems oddly focus as he silently mouths incomprehensible words.
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Back in the postal Office, "Well lookee here buddeee, we're all in this game together, we all get storgner with what pooower we got, I got birdeee powah, Tom has Ratty junk. WE played, we lost, and now we're stuck, Tom knows it too, cause he tried to kill me, ever see a wave of rats try to eat'cha alive?"
Burping loudly' "I ain't saying moore until you get me free, or Tom is dead" Hiccuping Bambi stumbles back to behind the Counter, his rooster staring with keen eyes at the door.
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Back in the postal Office, "Well lookee here buddeee, we're all in this game together, we all get storgner with what pooower we got, I got birdeee powah, Tom has Ratty junk. WE played, we lost, and now we're stuck, Tom knows it too, cause he tried to kill me, ever see a wave of rats try to eat'cha alive?"
Burping loudly' "I ain't saying moore until you get me free, or Tom is dead" Hiccuping Bambi stumbles back to behind the Counter, his rooster staring with keen eyes at the door.
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"That? something I found in the back" *proceeds to be a bit sick behind the counter and then standing to attention a bit. Looking slightly more sober, "Don't know what it's for, but it ain't for Tom *may he die in pieces* chains. I think it's for the library, I can't remember..." Slumping a bit he looks more depressed, Rummaging behind the counter he pulls out a dusty bottle and proceeds to drink...
Doesn't look like he is gonna stop...
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The sun is high in the sky, and at best it is around 11 and a half in to the day, around 6 hours sense anyone has eaten.
(posting may be a bit slow as I'm stuck with a pad)
Doesn't look like he is gonna stop...
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The sun is high in the sky, and at best it is around 11 and a half in to the day, around 6 hours sense anyone has eaten.
(posting may be a bit slow as I'm stuck with a pad)
The padlock falls to the floor. Louis opens the door. A rush of air blows dust in his face.
He coughs and shields his eyes. No one has been in here for a long time.
"Hello!"
Yeah. Go ahead and say you're here. Might as well paint a target on your back.
He looks around the dark, musty room.
I don't like my chances in here.
He coughs and shields his eyes. No one has been in here for a long time.
"Hello!"
Yeah. Go ahead and say you're here. Might as well paint a target on your back.
He looks around the dark, musty room.
I don't like my chances in here.
*Piper waited for a reply but got nothing... Her hopes dampened, she gets out of her sitting position and turns towards the car lot...*
...I guess he's not ready to talk to me yet...
"Well, when your ready to talk just know that we aren't your enemies... Make yourself known to us, you can help us and we'll help you! We can all make it out of here alive... Please don't be afraid of us..." *Although she tries to keep her speech enthusiastic an obvious 'hurt' tone can be heard. She turns towards the town and starts walking.*
no point going back into the post office yet... louis isn't waiting for me outside so he's probably beating info outta Bambi... So where should I go waste some time next.
*Surveying her surroundings she decides on the Saloon. It looks interesting enough after all! She heads in... the very first thing she notices is the sheriff in all his peeling plastic glory. Upon a closer look she notices the Golden Plaque and the words "Beat this Cowboy in his Russian roulette, with your life on as the bet."...*
"Oh shit..."
*She starts thinking...*
Hmmm... If this is Russian Roulette then there is a 1 in 6 chance that the gun is going off right now. i bet that if I beat him at RPS then he fires the gun at himself. SOOO... If I win, I get a golden plaque and who knows what else! AND if I lose...
...let's not think about that right now!
"We only live once... I'll play 2 rounds... That'll still give me decent chances of the gun not going off."
*She walks up and pushes the 'Rock' button. The spinners spin and she tries to gets in a ready position. if it comes up `Paper`
she has full intentions of diving Black Ops style to the side to try and avoid the bullet...
...she fails to notice the 2 corks laying on the ground...*
...I guess he's not ready to talk to me yet...
"Well, when your ready to talk just know that we aren't your enemies... Make yourself known to us, you can help us and we'll help you! We can all make it out of here alive... Please don't be afraid of us..." *Although she tries to keep her speech enthusiastic an obvious 'hurt' tone can be heard. She turns towards the town and starts walking.*
no point going back into the post office yet... louis isn't waiting for me outside so he's probably beating info outta Bambi... So where should I go waste some time next.
*Surveying her surroundings she decides on the Saloon. It looks interesting enough after all! She heads in... the very first thing she notices is the sheriff in all his peeling plastic glory. Upon a closer look she notices the Golden Plaque and the words "Beat this Cowboy in his Russian roulette, with your life on as the bet."...*
"Oh shit..."
*She starts thinking...*
Hmmm... If this is Russian Roulette then there is a 1 in 6 chance that the gun is going off right now. i bet that if I beat him at RPS then he fires the gun at himself. SOOO... If I win, I get a golden plaque and who knows what else! AND if I lose...
...let's not think about that right now!
"We only live once... I'll play 2 rounds... That'll still give me decent chances of the gun not going off."
*She walks up and pushes the 'Rock' button. The spinners spin and she tries to gets in a ready position. if it comes up `Paper`
she has full intentions of diving Black Ops style to the side to try and avoid the bullet...
...she fails to notice the 2 corks laying on the ground...*
Tristan talk's with James for a while
"James i have to think over what the rules are. I have an idea to get a weapon.
good luck i will see you soon again soon enough"
Tristan head's back to the motel room and starts to rip everything made out of wood to pieces.
mabey i will find somthing at the very least i will make a club or somthing out of this rubble
Tristan takes apart the bed the nightstand and wardrobe (with force but also carefuly so he will get a weapon)
i have to be carfull not to cut myself or anything o and i need to wash the minute hand of my watch
Tristan clean's the minute hand and then put's it back in the watch. The watch is ticking like nothing happend.
Tristan closes the door before going to work.
you never now what will get in if i leave it open.
"James i have to think over what the rules are. I have an idea to get a weapon.
good luck i will see you soon again soon enough"
Tristan head's back to the motel room and starts to rip everything made out of wood to pieces.
mabey i will find somthing at the very least i will make a club or somthing out of this rubble
Tristan takes apart the bed the nightstand and wardrobe (with force but also carefuly so he will get a weapon)
i have to be carfull not to cut myself or anything o and i need to wash the minute hand of my watch
Tristan clean's the minute hand and then put's it back in the watch. The watch is ticking like nothing happend.
Tristan closes the door before going to work.
you never now what will get in if i leave it open.
James looks around. Okay, we have a really shy guy in the bushes, Tristan is getting a weapon and Piper is, I assume, getting plastered.
Booze sounds good.
He walks into the saloon and sees Piper in front of the sheriff, and the gun. "What are you doing!?" he asks, shocked.
Booze sounds good.
He walks into the saloon and sees Piper in front of the sheriff, and the gun. "What are you doing!?" he asks, shocked.
Ha, just jokin man!
Anyways, I'm off for the night, might respond in the morning... If not then I'll be on in about 16 hours or so!
*BANG* Piper is... alive but hit with a cork. The sheriff laughs mechanical plastic eye rolling madly. "let me reload partner!"
Unseen in the corner char rolls the other eye in to a mouse hole.
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You get Wooden debris! A plank is barely worth using as an actual weapon without getting a splinter from the remains.
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In the library... *Hidden Action*
Unseen in the corner char rolls the other eye in to a mouse hole.
_--
You get Wooden debris! A plank is barely worth using as an actual weapon without getting a splinter from the remains.
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In the library... *Hidden Action*
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Louis climbs back to his feet, clutching the back of his skull. Pictures flash in his mind as he struggles to regain his balance.
He hangs onto a bookshelf and regains his footing. He spots a kid behind the front desk, his leg shackled to the ground. Rock music blasts in his headphones.
"Hey..."
The kid stares blissfully into space.
"Hey!"
That's not going to work Louis.
Louis lets out a deep sigh. He pulls one of the headphones and lets it snap back on the kid's ear.
Smooth Louis.
That got his attention. What more do you want?
A beam of light peers through a boarded window. It shines bright off the surface of a gold plaque.