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[[ LOL! Well, it's more of, during school times, I have close to no motivation to post. The people who remind me all the time and bump it more often usually get more posts out of me, LOL. Buuuut my last exam is this Wednesday. c; Meaning, I forced myself to post now since I was really excited about this rp. .-. But excuse how short it is; I try. xD
Also I changed my mind, I kind of like the second link. It looks all dungeony like hehehe. c: Will there be more then one person in each? Or is it just a big one for all of the captives? :D I'll write it in a way where it is possible for more people to be in the room but Travis isn't aware because the light only reveals so much of the room. That work? :D]]
Travis
My black hair fell over closed eyes, the back of my skull pounded mercilessly. My neck ached in protest as I lifted my chin from my chest. Blue orbs opened and for a moment, everything was normal. I was asleep in my bed, - for some reason, unbearably sore - my sister was safe and secure in her other room. My parents were healthy, alive, and well. We were all together. Safe.
I was home.
But as I blinked, my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room I was in. As I could finally get my bearings, I took in my surroundings. Dirt covered my clothing, my back ached from my position sleeping in the corner of the floor. I looked up and could see just enough light for me to see a couple feet. I was alone, from what I knew from how much the light revealed. ( ^^^ :D )
"H-hello?"
My voice was scratchy and hoarse, tearing at the silence like invisible claws. No response came. Fear tugged at my very core and I stood up, desperate to see another face, hear another voice. I soon regretted it, though, for the second I stood up, a wave of nausea swept over me and I leaned against the rock wall for support. When was the last time I've eaten? Drank? How long have I been in here? What was happening?
My eyes widened in fear. "Julia?" My voice only came out a whisper, maybe just barely that from lack of a drink. Soon, the previous events came to my mind and I whimpered, my voice screaming louder and louder. "Julia! Julia!..." My voice echoed in the room, my voice cracked by the last scream from how loud I roared.
I knew she was dead. I watched her life, her innocent, short life, be taken from her with one swipe of a dagger. I wept, pressing my face against the wall; the taste of dirt in my mouth quite strong, though I did not care.
"Julia!... Julia... I'm sorry, Jul..."
I soon was on my knees, weeping back in the corner of the room. I've never looked like such a fool; looked so weak and desperate. I was probably such a interesting sight, such a tall, big (He's my macho sexy guy ;o ) guy like me weeping in the corner like a child.
But, way too soon, that sadness disappeared, replaced with a raging passion. "I'll kill you!" I screamed, my voice roaring in the dungeon-like room. I stood up to my full, tall frame; my fists tightened and my arms clenched in anger - wanting nothing more then to squeeze the life out of the weasel that killed my sister."I'll kill each and every one of you!" I blabbered, like the idiot I was. Like anyone would be after losing a loved one. "Stop hiding like cowards! Come out! I'll... I'll..."
I allowed another tear to slip passed both cheeks, both following a trail and slowly making their way to my chin, and dropping to the ground.
"I'll kill you."
I growled to myself, the face coming to my mind was, surprisingly not Julia. But the man that killed her.
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[[ I don't think I have anything significant for Paradise but I can try to think of something worth putting down if this doesn't give you enough! :D ]]
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[[Yay! You posted!!!Yeah I was thinking of bumping this on Sunday, but I didn't want to rush you, plus winter break is next week so I was going to wait until Friday to bump ^^
Oooh! I am so excited to post! However, I don't know when I will be able to. I will work on it tonight and maybe get it up... or I will try to get a post up sometime this week.
Anyways, the second picture it is :) and yeah, I was thinking that all the captives should be held in here. There is only 20 captives, and some will probably die in the room with in the next few days... >:} *Has something planned*]]
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9:45pm Dec 10 2012
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[[ Oh yay! :D
And yeah LOL. Seriously, I don't rush posts; you can take as long as you need too. I'm pretty lenient when it comes to posting, as you can tell. xD ]]
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10:49am Dec 18 2012
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[[ Just bumping; seriously take your time! :D ]]
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[[Well, today is the beginning of our winter break, so I will get a post up by tonight or tomorrow morning. Heh heh, I have been putting this off till today xD]]
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9:42pm Dec 18 2012 (last edited on 12:27pm Dec 19 2012)
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Bridget
Death will always over power us, and the bold crimson blood will always mark its territory. We are just pawns in the game of chess. Our chance of survival is slim; we are used as decoys or defenders or sacrifices, nothing more, nothing less. Those striking amber eyes that had looked wistfully at the night sky with hopes and dreams were no longer my own. Pain and lost faith had dulled my eyes as my head bobbed into consciousness.
I looked around and instantly remembered what had happened. Those cruel men, who should be ashamed of calling themselves soldiers, killed the innocent and captured the unworthy. The event that had happened entered my mind in a blur. Through the massacre I hid like a coward. While people pleaded for their lives and the lives of their loved one, I froze with fear. And although I should be confused and angry at the moment, seeing as I am trapped in a small enclosed room with dim lighting, the only emotion running through my veins is shame.
"I am not going to die in vain, I am going to turn out like my beloved late mother and have nothing to die for. Not like my brothers and father who did die in vain, or will." I mumbled to myself thinking of the family I was unlikely to see again. Tears welded up in my eyes as I continued to lay limp in, what appeared to be, the middle of the room. I was unsure if anyone else was in the room with me, but at this point of the capture, I didn't care. My faith was lost.
It was so easy for me to lose faith, that it was sickening. Shame enveloped me more. I know I shouldn't give up, that I should keep fighting, but I was tired of fighting; of death, of blood, of games! I was tired and weak and felt that if I tried, my death would only come sooner from the heartbreaking truth that I was now welcoming.
I gave out a silent sigh, as I wondered what had awaken me for my unconscious state the grey coats put me under. I was about to prop myself up and take a better look around, but a threatening growl came from one of the corners promising death. My heart almost leaped out of my chest. I was curious as to whom was speaking; a grey coat, or a captive. Ether way, I wouldn't want to get in the way of them. But for some reason, a small voice croaked from my parted lips, "Such violent words, and at this time?" The darkness gave me courage, though I could feel my hands shaking with fear.
I slowly, and silently propped myself up so I was in a sitting position. Pain instantly teased the back of my neck and shoulders. Reflexively, I quickly brought my hands up to cover the wound only to bring more pain to myself. I sucked in a breath between my teeth and brought my hands inches away from my face to examine them. In this low light, it was hard to see much of anything, but a dark substance showed itself on my hands. I wasn't sure if it was blood or dirt. I wiped it off on my dads overalls and brought them up to my face again, this time the dark substance was nearly gone, however I didn't attempt to sooth my pain this time.
My eyes caught movement in the darkness and I froze and held my breath. "Johnathan?" "Michelle? " "Where am I?" "Hello?!" "Please let me go!" "What do you want from us?" The room started to fill with life, but not the kind of life that I felt comfortable in. People started to shout for love ones, or shout question, demand answers or freedom. I felt like I was in the middle of it all. These people must be the captives. Is this where they are keeping up...all? I remembered the first voice I heard, the voice that had woken me up, the one that threatened to kill someone.
People started pounding on the steel walls (Or whatever boats are made out of xD) and shuffled around the cabin. I was afraid I was going to be trampled on. I quickly stood up, ignoring the pain, and made my way to the back wall, opposite from where the crowd was headed, towards the door. The small dungeon-like room was growing louder with rage and I feared for the worst. It was bad enough that the grey coats were killing people, lets just hope these captives don't start killing each other out of rage too. I brought my hands up to the two wooden necklaces's and hoped for the best, though my faith was torn to shreds.
Zachary
Right after Conner and I delivered the boy to the dungeon-like room, every one who brought in a captive, or helped, was summoned to the captains quarters. It was a rare calling that almost made me scared to the bone. There was usually only one reason the captain would ever call a man into his quarters, and that was to kill him on sight. It was never to talk over a mission or plan the next capture, oh no, those were done publicly.
When Conner and I entered the room, twenty five soldiers, including Conner and I, stood before the captain. "State your part in the capture." Said the captain with a acrimonious tone. "Captured, Sir!" "Helped, Sir" The first guys went of saying. With a harsh glare, the captain looked each one over, as if he was going to put in an auction for the best man. I could tell every man in the room was nervous. Conner even got his spirit broken when he stepped into the room. It was strange to see all these big men so afraid.
You see, I might be the most twisted and murderous man out of all the soldiers, but our Captain is ten times worse. He doesn't care what side you play for, if he gets bored, he will simply call in a few of his men and kill them slowly and painfully while his laughing face is the last thing they see. Our Captain might have white hair and a dried out leathery face, but the skills he contains and the power he holds in almost as shocking as how cold and hollow his heart is.
Beside me, Conner nudged me slightly and my head shot up. I gave him a dirty look, but his eyes only grew larger and he gestured slightly at the captain. I then realized my mistake and looked at the captain. My face was still blood splatters, as were most of the faces here, and I spoke strongly "Helper, Captain!" I was the only one who called him captain in a line full of 25 men. They all turned their heads, shocked, and stared at me in disbelief. However, I didn't correct myself, for if I did, that would have been a sigh of weakness. I just stood there in a boxy posture, my head held high, and my blue eye looking straight a head.
There was a small moment of silence until the the captain finally spoke up and said, "You, you, you, you, and you," He pointed to Conner, me and three others. We started to sweat with fear. "Stay. The rest of you, dismissed." The soldiers that were dismissed scurried out as fast as they could, and once they were all out, and the heavy metal door was tightly closed behind them, the captain got down to serious business. He walked stiffly to his desk and pulled out five new hand guns. "Do you know why I made the five of you stay?"
Without hesitation I spoke, fearlessly, "To kill us." My blunt words made the captain scowl and glare hard at me, but I didn't mind. A part of me was hoping that he would take one of the guns and shoot me right then and there. Maybe then would I find the meaning of peace and happiness. Maybe then Lillian would forgive me, and I could live happily with her and her beautiful songs. The captain picked up one of the guns and walked over to me. The barrel pointed dangerously at my heart. I took a deep breath and stood up straight. Though I was only a few inches taller than the old captain.
The click of the gun and then the smooth round holes of the barrel was pressed against my chest. I took in a deep breath and stared down at the captain. His glare was way more menacing than mine, though I tried my best not to quaver where I stood. With in a few moments of silence and four heavily shocked stares form the remaining soldiers, the captain twirled the gun in his hand so the handle now perched against my chest. "You five will be watching over the captives."
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It was probably only two or three in the morning, which meant I still had three hour until my new job starts. Last night was a long night, one I could have lived with out, and after talking with the captain and watching the murders, I could use all the sleep I could get. However, I couldn't sleep. I laid in my cot and stared up at the metal ceiling. There were hardly any light illuminating the metal wall, so the darkness welcomed my thoughts.
I couldn't stop thinking of the mission the captain had assigned us, and how strangely it was laid out. After giving us the guns, he gave us times of the day we will be standing guard outside the door that held the captives. My times were 6am-8am and 8pm-11pm. As strange as it was having the captain assign us to guard duty, it was even more strange when he ordered us not to feed or give water to the captives for three days.
I had no clue why we captured captives in the first place. We didn't generally need them, and when we did, we didn't need quite so many. However, the five of us soldiers were to afraid to speak up and ask why. And when he dismissed us, after that short briefing, he told us to keep quiet on this assignment or he would have out heads fr[injection]amed on his wall.
My best assumption is that he has something else planned and it must be pretty dang im[injection]portant if he intends on killing off the majority of the hostages and trusting his soldiers with the care (or in this case, lack of care) of the captives.
Then, out of nowhere, muffled shouts and screams and thuds sounded from below. About five hours after capture, they were all finally awake. The captain had also had a plan for their noise, however, the instruction to deal with them was not my duty, it was Conner's. And this is where his hand gun come in handy.
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10:39pm Dec 27 2012
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[[Ima just gonna bump this ^^
I hope you are having a wonderful holiday~]]
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1:43pm Jan 7 2013
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[[ You saw my thread right? My computer broke. I wanted to make sure you specifically knew since I have a tendency to only make a thread and then you never see it and then think I'm ignoring and and and yeah. c: <3 ]]
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7:56pm Jan 7 2013
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[[Ah, yes I saw it :) but thats for cheeking in with me also!]]
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8:17pm Jan 7 2013
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[[ No worries. I've forced myself to make a deadline of posting on all of my role plays by this Friday since I always have a terrible time of keeping up. So I will soon because I can't keep avoiding all my role plays. xD ]]
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8:37am Jan 8 2013
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[[Haha I feel you there. Those times where you know you should post something but your not motivated so you procrastinate but next thing you know a week or two has gone bye. Well, anyways, just post when you can, no worries. I look forward to see what will happen next]]
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2:11pm Jan 12 2013
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[[bump]]
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11:28pm Jan 12 2013
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[[ Travis has been written up; I'm just having some trouble making a decent post for Paradise. No worries; I kept my promise to myself for it being Friday I just. Failed on Paradise. xD ]]
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8:26am Jan 14 2013
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[[Haha, it is fine. You can just make something short for her, or just skip her again]]
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5:05pm Jan 14 2013
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Travis
I closed my eyes after my words, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. Screaming like a fool wouldn’t get me anywhere but I was going mad. The image of my sister’s fate made me sick and my stomach turned. I leaned forward, preparing to endure another phase of vomiting out whatever is left in my stomach. I groaned when the wave of nausea passed, leaning my forehead back on the wall.
“Such violent words, and at this time?”
The voice came from the darkness beyond what I could see in the room. Swallowing, I stepped forward, feeling dizzy from no food and water in – how long? How long have I been down here? I stayed where I was, hoping the source of the voice would reveal itself when the room began to echo with voices, the once dark, quiet room becoming almost as chaotic as when we were on the ship.
The thought brought back memories of the ship, the images of all the bodies, all of the blood, all of the screams… I blinked, coming back to the present. It was still dark but I was starting to adjust a bit more. I could hear the pounding on the walls and it only made the noise in the large room worse. “Stop it…” I groaned to myself. Screaming and pounding on the walls was not going to help us get out! But, than again, I was doing the same thing just moments before. Maybe they’ll come to their bearings like I had and calm themselves so we could think of a real plan to get out of here. But then again, where was there to go? This was hopeless, all of it. Death was our fate.
Paradise
I hadn’t rested since I first came into the dungeon, or if I had, it was only for a few minutes, before opening gritty eyes once more to darkness. I could feel the warmth of bodies around me, the sound of breathing, and soon, the sound of a man screaming from the far right. After who knows how long, at least one of the other captives appeared to be awake.
I felt so alone as the people started to wake and screamed in fear, pounding on the walls. I too wanted to react the same way but I handled my fear differently. Holding my knees, I kept my back pressed against the wall and took deep breaths to keep from weeping. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding; images of death being so near had my whole body quivering. “I can’t die… I can’t…” I moaned to myself; though it could have been louder seeing as I couldn't hear myself in the room. My father, he was all alone. Wiping the stray tears from my eyes, I hugged my knees tighter; my forehead on my knees in an attempt to block out the chaos.
[[ Hopefully this is fine. I just kind of said the same thing in both but... ;D ]]
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Travis
I closed my eyes after my words, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. Screaming like a fool wouldn’t get me anywhere but I was going mad. The image of my sister’s fate made me sick and my stomach turned. I leaned forward, preparing to endure another phase of vomiting out whatever is left in my stomach. I groaned when the wave of nausea passed, leaning my forehead back on the wall.
“Such violent words, and at this time?”
The voice came from the darkness beyond what I could see in the room. Swallowing, I stepped forward, feeling dizzy from no food and water in – how long? How long have I been down here? I stayed where I was, hoping the source of the voice would reveal itself when the room began to echo with voices, the once dark, quiet room becoming almost as chaotic as when we were on the ship.
The thought brought back memories of the ship, the images of all the bodies, all of the blood, all of the screams… I blinked, coming back to the present. It was still dark but I was starting to adjust a bit more. I could hear the pounding on the walls and it only made the noise in the large room worse. “Stop it…” I groaned to myself. Screaming and pounding on the walls was not going to help us get out! But, than again, I was doing the same thing just moments before. Maybe they’ll come to their bearings like I had and calm themselves so we could think of a real plan to get out of here. But then again, where was there to go? This was hopeless, all of it. Death was our fate.
Paradise
I hadn’t rested since I first came into the dungeon, or if I had, it was only for a few minutes, before opening gritty eyes once more to darkness. I could feel the warmth of bodies around me, the sound of breathing, and soon, the sound of a man screaming from the far right. After who knows how long, at least one of the other captives appeared to be awake.
I felt so alone as the people started to wake and screamed in fear, pounding on the walls. I too wanted to react the same way but I handled my fear differently. Holding my knees, I kept my back pressed against the wall and took deep breaths to keep from weeping. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding; images of death being so near had my whole body quivering. “I can’t die… I can’t…” I moaned to myself; though it could have been louder seeing as I couldn't hear myself in the room. My father, he was all alone. Wiping the stray tears from my eyes, I hugged my knees tighter; my forehead on my knees in an attempt to block out the chaos.
[[ Hopefully this is fine. I just kind of said the same thing in both but... ;D ]]
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11:27pm Jan 22 2013 (last edited on 11:28pm Jan 22 2013)
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[[ Pffff. I waited like months to post okay. I don't care; take your time. <3 ]]
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9:43pm Jan 31 2013
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[[Well, I would have put this off longer, since, at the moment, I lack motivation and my brain doesn't seem to be functioning properly (brain dead Dx), but since I have been posting on all my other rps, I've been feeling guilty for not getting to this. And I also didn't want to give you a horrible short post (which I will probably give you any ways, and for that I am sorry Dx) So, with that said, and with my extra time I have, I shall post.]]
Bridget
The refuge I took against the back wall was surely not enough, I knew that once they didn't get what they wanted, the people - these captives - were going to start blaming each other, right? It was an inevitable scenario, was it not? The violent and selfish nature of human beings were exposed in the worst of times. Or so my father had always told me. We are better of them Bridge James would chime in on fathers observations. Oh, how I miss them both, no, I miss them all.
The pounding continued and the shouting were restless. I groaned against the pain and the annoyance that these folks created. All the voices were a wave of sound, all jumbled and mixed together. Nothing seemed clear, not even my own thoughts could be heard. But somehow, I heard a soft voice that sounded, just yonder to where I was standing. It was pleading for these people to stop, and it was quite strange. The voice was definitely masculine, however it wasn't such that made it so peculiar. It was the softness and gentleness against the chaotic atmosphere that they were enveloped in. And strangely, I was aroused.
"Hello?" I asked into the open, but so softly that I was unsure if I had spoken. I was curious, though I proceeded with a trembling caution. One of my hands were clenched into a tight fist while the other was spread out, and arm length away. I took a few steps towards the sound of the voice, and stopped every step and squinted to see if I could see anything. For a few steps, the dim lighting had failed me, but sure enough I came upon a dark figure that was tucked safely in the corner of the cabin. "Hello?" I inquired again, this time I was sure it was loud enough.
This man had a much larger build than I did, but as far as height went, it didn't appear to be much of a difference. However, I was still worried and cautious. For all I knew, this guy could be a dangerous felon who was sneaking away to America to build a new life. Fear danced up my spine and finally settled with a small pain as I shook my head to rid myself of those over exaggerated thoughts. James is always telling me I over exaggerate. I told myself as I await a response.
Zachary
Thud! Thud! Thud! There were three sharp knocks on my cabin door. I shot a dirty look towards the door and rolled my eyes, though I stayed put in my cot and pretended to be asleep.
Thud! Thud! Thud! The knocks came again and then a muffled shout, "Dang it Zach!" It was Conner, "Open up! C'mon!" I stayed put and rolled in my cot so I could see the metal door. "Zach, gosh dang it! Open up, Mate! The Captain is going to have my head if you don't open this door!"
I glowered at the door as I envisioned Conner standing behind it with a worried ex
pression. A demonic smile broke onto my face with the thought of his misery and then my brows furrowed, "I am sleeping" I growled with a slight hiss, but this didn't stop Conner, Thud Thud Thud Thud Thud... He kept at his poundings till I reluctantly got up and made my way to the door. I flung it open, my eyes were wide with rage and my hand was tightly in a fist while the other one held fiercely onto the gun.
My appearance didn't stop Conner, for her grabbed the sleeve of my night wear and dragged me all the way down to the captives door. The noise level increased as we got closer and my ears throbbed with each pounding rebellion. But when we finally stopped in front of the door Conner turned to me. "The Captain told me three way of quieting them down: first is to verbalize and plead with them and try to rationalize their thoughts," I stood, astonished, my anger fled at the surprise of the Captains orders. It wasn't like him to be this patient. It wasn't like him to try to be nice and plead with them. My curiosity spiked, and my doubts were gone. Surely the Captain had a mighty plan and a great benefit to take everything this far.
"Second," Conner said, distracting me from my thoughts, "If they don't quiet down, shoot at the door and maybe they will quiet down." He looked at me, taking a quick pause, "I had already pleaded with them and asked them to quiet down, I fear that only got them more angry."
I stared blankly at Conner, my annoyance level and my lack of sleep was urging me to barge into the room with the Captives and start shooting, "What do you need with my help then?" I asked, my voice thick with irritation. Conner only scratched his head and smiled. This fool! I shouted in my head, outraged by the atmosphere around.
Suddenly, Conner raised his new hand gun and shot, once, twice, three times at the metal door, all the while looking at me. I raised an eyebrow, and the captives behind the door quieted, though we were unsure at how long they would be quieted. Conner was even being inclined to silence.
I took a step towards him and yanked hard at the collar of his shirt, he was now hovering a little off the floor. My eyes bore into his, my icy heart froze over his features and when they melted he spoke, "Third, if they don't quiet down light a few matches and feed them under the door, hopefully the smoke will enter and knock them all out."
Silence from both sides of the door.
"And why do you need me?" I hissed at him again. But this time, he gave a short chuckle as he responded, "If all else failed, I didn't want to take the blame alone." He said, and I threw Conner down with such ferocity that he fell to the ground and made a loud Thud! I was disgusted but so far it was so far so good, the captive kept quiet, though at any moment they could be chaotic once again.
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[[Bump ^^]]
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