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M frowns as Rich enters the dark room. He turns on the Nightvision for his cameras and sees the door barred.
Smart? Or noticable...
M looks back to his notes and declines writing anything down, instead turning back to the footage of his guests hiding.
Smart? Or noticable...
M looks back to his notes and declines writing anything down, instead turning back to the footage of his guests hiding.
Thomas Crabbe watches the first three run off into different rooms. Turning to Alison and the other two guys, he shrugs his shoulders, "Ah can think o' worse situations, but yoos can all get fucked if ye think ahm not gonna play."
As he trots down the corridor, Thomas glances back over his shoulder and yells, "C'mon laddies, Foockin' 'ide and seek!"
Picking the last room on the right, Thomas slams the door behind him and leans against it, staring incomprehensibly at the contents of the room.
Filling the room is seeminlgy hundreds of mannaquins, all garbed in the same green jumpsuits as the prisoners. Leaning against walls, sat on the floor, strewn across each other in large piles, the mannaquins are propped in every position imaginable. Black bags cover every head. In the middle of the room, a mannequin has been stood on a chair , arms bound behind it's back, noose ready around it's neck.
"...the feck...?" Thomas mutters. He bends down and picks up the only bag not on a mannaquins head. Let's do this then, he thinks to himself.
Picking a tangled pile of bodies in the corner, Thomas sits himself between the wall and pulls a number of the mannaquins over his lap. Finally, he slips the black bag over his head and makes sure his arms are covered as much as possible by the pile. The bag is extremely stifling and leaves a bad taste in the back of the throat no matter how Thomas breathes.
"jes' more waitin' now...always feckin' waitin'" Thomas growls under his breathe before settling down to hear the bell.
As he trots down the corridor, Thomas glances back over his shoulder and yells, "C'mon laddies, Foockin' 'ide and seek!"
Picking the last room on the right, Thomas slams the door behind him and leans against it, staring incomprehensibly at the contents of the room.
Filling the room is seeminlgy hundreds of mannaquins, all garbed in the same green jumpsuits as the prisoners. Leaning against walls, sat on the floor, strewn across each other in large piles, the mannaquins are propped in every position imaginable. Black bags cover every head. In the middle of the room, a mannequin has been stood on a chair , arms bound behind it's back, noose ready around it's neck.
"...the feck...?" Thomas mutters. He bends down and picks up the only bag not on a mannaquins head. Let's do this then, he thinks to himself.
Picking a tangled pile of bodies in the corner, Thomas sits himself between the wall and pulls a number of the mannaquins over his lap. Finally, he slips the black bag over his head and makes sure his arms are covered as much as possible by the pile. The bag is extremely stifling and leaves a bad taste in the back of the throat no matter how Thomas breathes.
"jes' more waitin' now...always feckin' waitin'" Thomas growls under his breathe before settling down to hear the bell.
M watched as the old man (whom name he had forgotten) walked through into the mannicans.
Disguising as your environment...old but intelligent. Useful? Probably not.
M smiled and looked at his watch, waiting for the other guests to hide.
"Soon it will start" M said to no one.
Disguising as your environment...old but intelligent. Useful? Probably not.
M smiled and looked at his watch, waiting for the other guests to hide.
"Soon it will start" M said to no one.
---Allison---
You look around, the whip in your hand. As the others go into hiding, a bell resounds its sound through the hall and a voice comes over the PA.
"Time to start" M says happily before the only sound left is your breathing.
You look around, the whip in your hand. As the others go into hiding, a bell resounds its sound through the hall and a voice comes over the PA.
"Time to start" M says happily before the only sound left is your breathing.
Allison started to stutter a reply before deciding against it. She knew better than talk to someone who drugged her. Tentatively, she stepped out of the room and into the hallway.
Clutching the whip tight, she decided on the last room room on the left, figuring nobody would risk choosing the first rooms. She quietly and quickly moved over to the doorknob. Clutching it tightly, she suddenly and loudly slammed the door against its hinges, in an attempt to scare out any potential occupants.
Clutching the whip tight, she decided on the last room room on the left, figuring nobody would risk choosing the first rooms. She quietly and quickly moved over to the doorknob. Clutching it tightly, she suddenly and loudly slammed the door against its hinges, in an attempt to scare out any potential occupants.
Icarn heard a door slam and quietly gave thanks under his breath that it wasn't him. He finished tying off his wound using a piece he had ripped off of his jumpsuit. He then took another sip of vodka. "She isn't gonna get me, that for sure"
---Alison----
You slam the door and walk inside into a pitch black room.
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M watches through his camera.
Goodbye Richard. She's got you
You slam the door and walk inside into a pitch black room.
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M watches through his camera.
Goodbye Richard. She's got you
OOC: I guess my table jammed against the door magically disappeared? Heh.
Rich sees the door open to his right. Still sat behind where the door would conceal him if it were open, he turns his face downwards into his knees to conceal the sound of his breathing.
Great. Just great, he thinks to himself, grimacing at the thought of a whip on his un-scarred flesh.
Rich sees the door open to his right. Still sat behind where the door would conceal him if it were open, he turns his face downwards into his knees to conceal the sound of his breathing.
Great. Just great, he thinks to himself, grimacing at the thought of a whip on his un-scarred flesh.
Faintly hearing a door slam, Thomas' lets out the breathe he hadn't realised he was holding.
Not this room...Feckin' good.. he grumbles, hoping that the game doesn't take too long.
Cannae breath too well in 'ere but ah definitely dinnae wan' a feckin' whippin'
And so Thomas continues to wait, silently and unmoving until fate decides on what it's doing.
Not this room...Feckin' good.. he grumbles, hoping that the game doesn't take too long.
Cannae breath too well in 'ere but ah definitely dinnae wan' a feckin' whippin'
And so Thomas continues to wait, silently and unmoving until fate decides on what it's doing.
<spoiler=OOC> I figured it just opened the other way? In which case...
Allison let out a small scream and scampered away as suddenly a table fell down, now unsupported by the door.
They freakin' booby trapped this place?! she thought frantically.Well, at least I know somebody's in there...
With some trouble, Allison managed to climb over the table, and into the dark room. She started to feel along the walls, searching for the person inside.
Allison let out a small scream and scampered away as suddenly a table fell down, now unsupported by the door.
They freakin' booby trapped this place?! she thought frantically.Well, at least I know somebody's in there...
With some trouble, Allison managed to climb over the table, and into the dark room. She started to feel along the walls, searching for the person inside.
M smiled as he watched Alison fall and then go into the room.
Backfiring on your richard?
He moved over to the note on his left and wrote;
Richard-doesn't think things through
He smiled and looked back, ready to see the whipping
Backfiring on your richard?
He moved over to the note on his left and wrote;
Richard-doesn't think things through
He smiled and looked back, ready to see the whipping
"Heh, at least things aren't easy for the others. Can't wait until we get out of here. My vodka is almost gone." Icarn muttered under his breath, while taking anouther sip from the bottle
How weird, I could have sworn the door opened inward when I came in.
Richard watches as Allison walks into the room and begins to feel along the far wall, her body illuminated by the light flooding the room from the open doorway.
Waiting for her to get far enough into the room for him to make a break for it, he slowly stands up and edges his way towards the door. Getting out into the hallway he slams the door shut, and pushes the table up against it.
Happy with himself, he smiles smugly and moves across the hallway and enters another room. To his surprise, the room is full on mannequins. He begins to eye up new hiding places, and noticing a pile on mannequins in the far corner, he makes his way towards them.
Richard watches as Allison walks into the room and begins to feel along the far wall, her body illuminated by the light flooding the room from the open doorway.
Waiting for her to get far enough into the room for him to make a break for it, he slowly stands up and edges his way towards the door. Getting out into the hallway he slams the door shut, and pushes the table up against it.
Happy with himself, he smiles smugly and moves across the hallway and enters another room. To his surprise, the room is full on mannequins. He begins to eye up new hiding places, and noticing a pile on mannequins in the far corner, he makes his way towards them.
Hearing the door slam behind her back, Alison turned.
"God Damn it." She mumbled as she hustled to the door. Trying to open it, she found it was wedged shut.
"God. Damnit!" She now shouted, as she mashed on the doorknob for a while. Sighing, she abandoned the door, searching instead for a light switch.
Can't do much if I can't see... she reasoned.
"God Damn it." She mumbled as she hustled to the door. Trying to open it, she found it was wedged shut.
"God. Damnit!" She now shouted, as she mashed on the doorknob for a while. Sighing, she abandoned the door, searching instead for a light switch.
Can't do much if I can't see... she reasoned.
M watched as Allison was trapped inside of the room.
That's no fun now is it...
He quickly tapped a few buttons and watched as a guard moved silently through a trap door and moved the table, tapping twice on the door before running back.
"Allison, move across the hall" M said through the PA, smiling.
That's no fun now is it...
He quickly tapped a few buttons and watched as a guard moved silently through a trap door and moved the table, tapping twice on the door before running back.
"Allison, move across the hall" M said through the PA, smiling.
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit. She's coming... Shit." Icarn thoughts as he heard M over the PA. "Shit shit shit. I need another driknk." Icarn took a mighty swig out of his bottle and then lloked at it, dismayed to find it already 2/3s gone
Hearing the door to his room of mannequins open, Thomas holds his laboured breath.
Shite...Maybe if I-
Hearing M over the PA, Thomas realises that it can't be Alison. Taking a chance, he removes the bag covering his head. Squinting against the light, Thomas charges at the shape, assuming it to be a guard.
"AAAAAH, ye ****!" Mannequins fly as Thomas' hulking body, blinded by the the light, misses his target and sprawls on the floor by the door. Seeing a man in a jumpsuit, Thomas realises his terrible mistake.
"Wha' the feck are ye doin' lad!? Almos' gave me a heart attack!"
Glancing over to to the door, he quickly presses up against it and glares at the trespasser. "We're feckin' dun fer 'ere if we cannae keep this door blocked."
Shite...Maybe if I-
Hearing M over the PA, Thomas realises that it can't be Alison. Taking a chance, he removes the bag covering his head. Squinting against the light, Thomas charges at the shape, assuming it to be a guard.
"AAAAAH, ye ****!" Mannequins fly as Thomas' hulking body, blinded by the the light, misses his target and sprawls on the floor by the door. Seeing a man in a jumpsuit, Thomas realises his terrible mistake.
"Wha' the feck are ye doin' lad!? Almos' gave me a heart attack!"
Glancing over to to the door, he quickly presses up against it and glares at the trespasser. "We're feckin' dun fer 'ere if we cannae keep this door blocked."
"R-right." Said Allison, thoroughly confused, she went over to the previously blockaded door, opened it, and walked across the hall.
She wasn't quite sure what to expect on the other side of the door. With a deep breath, she turned the knob, and found it was being forced shut.
"Oh no you don't..." she mumbled, a determined look on her face. She jangled on the door knob, trying to make it seem like she was force it open. Then, she stopped, as if giving up.
As quietly as she could, Allison backed up to the other side of the hall, braced herself, and charged, the whip gripped tightly in her hand.
She wasn't quite sure what to expect on the other side of the door. With a deep breath, she turned the knob, and found it was being forced shut.
"Oh no you don't..." she mumbled, a determined look on her face. She jangled on the door knob, trying to make it seem like she was force it open. Then, she stopped, as if giving up.
As quietly as she could, Allison backed up to the other side of the hall, braced herself, and charged, the whip gripped tightly in her hand.
---Allison---
As you charge the door, you hit it open making Thomas fly back.
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M smiles as he watches the flimsy door fly open.
Perfect design
He waits, tapping his fingers impatiently on the desk and waiting for the whipping.
As you charge the door, you hit it open making Thomas fly back.
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M smiles as he watches the flimsy door fly open.
Perfect design
He waits, tapping his fingers impatiently on the desk and waiting for the whipping.