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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 18:32:50 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 18:32:50 GMT -8
((Can do!))Leo grimaced and crammed her eyes shut, as if that would block out the sound. "Y-yeah, you're forgiven.."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 23:43:48 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 23:43:48 GMT -8
Turns out that the equation of strong hand vs. weak wrist was a winner in this little gamble...or a loser, depending on how one viewed the situation. Quinn put all of himself into this horrible, painful task, determined beyond reason to get his sister out of this hell-hole, following her instructions to the letter.
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 1:37:02 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 28, 2014 1:37:02 GMT -8
Milo was in awful pain immediately, letting out whatever sort of pain noise he was most likely to make. His hand was folded in on itself like, the thumb dislocated and jammed somewhere in his palm, and then...
I wasn't, and he knew that smell in the air was blood, and he knew he needed it. At his side, his freed hand landed on something squishy and certainly bloody...
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 6:57:11 GMT -8
via mobile
Post by Trinity on Jan 28, 2014 6:57:11 GMT -8
Leo shuddered at the sound he made, keeping her eyes shut. "Y-you got it..?" ((On mobile, so no graphics.))
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 11:25:44 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 28, 2014 11:25:44 GMT -8
Quinn, having the low pain tolerance he had claimed, let out a hideous sound somewhere between a grunt and a shriek as his hand nearly collapsed in on itself. It didn't even sound human! How could he even make a sound like that without the ability to breathe?! Whimpering, he cracked open his eyes to peer down at his hand to see the damage...only to watch it go away. Oh. That was convenient, but so, so not good."I...I got it, but...Leo? I can promise you we're not zombies..." He stared at his hand in horror...and then the scent hit him. The hunger flared in him. He let out a disgusted gagging sound and worked frantically at the rest of his restraints, fighting a losing battle against the NEED for blood.
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 11:35:36 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 28, 2014 11:35:36 GMT -8
"Yes, yeah, whatever! Just hurry!" She turned back to him with a mixed look of relief and worry, his cry of pain doing nothing more than scaring her more. What kind of sound was what?! The same hunger was starting to overcome her, though it was less intense than what he was feeling. Whatever she was, she was starving!
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 11:50:10 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 28, 2014 11:50:10 GMT -8
"Y-yeah...coming as fast as I can..." His hands slipped on the restraints in his distress, one of them covered in gore, but eventually he got himself loose. As he rushed over to Leo's side to free her, he found himself absent-mindedly sucking the mess from his fingers. He only realized what he was doing when he noticed he was only trying to let his sister free with one hand."Oh...Oh God..."
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 11:56:18 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 28, 2014 11:56:18 GMT -8
Having noticed this, Leo almost instantly recoiled in shock, but soon found out that the blood on his fingers were oddly.. appetizing.. No, no! Don't start this now Leo! "Hey, calm down man. Just.. just untie me and we can get out of here, yeah?" Was she staring at his hands? She wasn't aware she was even doing it, but the smell seemed to entice her and draw her attention to it. It smelled way better than any cake she had ever smelled.. "A million times better than cake.."
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 11:59:15 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 28, 2014 11:59:15 GMT -8
"Don't talk like that...this is horrible..." He took a minute from fumbling with her restraints to calm himself down. He held up one hand, trembling. He'd managed to release one of her hands."I broke it, but it's not broken. I felt it COLLAPSE and it's not broken."
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 12:04:30 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 28, 2014 12:04:30 GMT -8
Once her hand was free, she began to undo the strap around her chest, and then her other hand. She heard the fear in his voice as she sat up to work on her ankles with shaking, cold hands. "Quinn.. We'll have time to figure all of this out later, but right now we have to get out of here." She stopped to turn to her brother, placing her hands on his shoulders. She didn't say anything other than stare at him for a few moments."..Look, uh.. Could you just.. hug me or something?" Clearly she wasn't good with expressing affection in such a way. The request was sincere nonetheless.
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 12:18:04 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 28, 2014 12:18:04 GMT -8
Quinn shivered like a newborn foal for a minute, torn between fear and the hunger before he gingerly folded his arms around her in a bear hug. He was terrible with physical emotion, but he needed grounding...perhaps they both did?"Leo? What do we do? I'm SO hungry...and the blood smells...God help me, but it smells good..." He licked his lips, everything filtering in. No heartbeat, no breath, healing and now a craving for blood?"Are we...vampires?" It would have sounded crazy if there were any other possible explanation. Everything else had been ruled out.
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 12:25:10 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 28, 2014 12:25:10 GMT -8
She forced a sigh and wrapped her arms gently around his neck. How long had it been since she hugged someone? Years, maybe, but it felt.. Good. "Oh god, maybe.. I-it seems possible.." It was then she realized the IV needle was still stuck in her arm, leading a tube to the metal rack where the bag hung, filled with a dark red liquid. Now that she could sit up, as well, she noticed the floor was covered in.. oh god, was that meat?! She hoped it didn't come from one of them."Q-quinn.. I don't mean to alarm you, but um.. watch where you step.." Leo stayed in his embrace for a bit, but there was only so much she could handle it one day. Maybe some time again soon, though, she decided and began to work at the straps around her ankles."Mind helping me with these?"
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 12:28:35 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 28, 2014 12:28:35 GMT -8
Considerably calmer now, Quinn nodded and slowly pulled away to work at her ankles."The question is this: if it's true and we are...something of that nature, then what do we do now? Aside from running for the bleeding hills, I mean." He winced at his own choice of words."Forgive the phrasing."
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 12:34:15 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 28, 2014 12:34:15 GMT -8
With almost little effort, she was free! She eased herself off the table and took the IV bag off of it's stand. She shuddered again as she landed in something wet and sticky. "..Well, I think we are both pretty hungry.." She looked down at the bag in her hand. It was worth a shot. She tore it open and brought it to her lips..
"..!" Holy shit, is this what that Darren kid felt like when he was on the smack? It wasn't long before the hunger took over, and without hesitation, the IV bag's contents had been emptied. She started to lick little droplets of blood from her palms like some sort of animal.
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ROOM 4
Jan 28, 2014 12:48:34 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 28, 2014 12:48:34 GMT -8
Quinn wanted to be horrified. Really, he did, but the feral hunger was tearing at his insides. With a feeling of defeat hanging around his shoulders, he slunk back to where he'd pulled out his IV needle and tore into his own bag, back to Leo. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the gore on the table or think about what he was doing. Oh, but it was SO GOOD. He had a hard time stopping, even when the bag was empty. He kept his back to her, ashamed."Well...what now?"
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