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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 23:00:32 GMT -8
Dr. Jar ∆§Indea§∆ Edmund--
You step out into the machine labyrinth, the smell of rust nearly eye-watering.
Again your feet are soaked into the cold water, burning on your already
blistered heels.
Multiple people are splashing through the water. You hear a woman's voice
coming from somewhere within.
"Mills, how do we get out of here? Be honest." Harriet--
Mills is stumbling around, just out of your gasp. He is gasping for breath.
Must not be getting regular exercise in the pound. ((Jara, please wait for Indea to post first, but then you are free to go after.))
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 15, 2018 23:06:36 GMT -8
(Distressed)I race forward towards the voice, trying to ignore the discomfort. My foot steps creating frantic splashes against the machines. Edmund- "HELLO? Are you there? Don't Run! PLEASE!"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 15, 2018 23:29:53 GMT -8
Harriet- "Hey, Mills is here. I can't let him get away. Come this way!" I jogged behind him, glad he would inevitably become exhausted. I guess without whatever evil planning he had done to sacrifice all those people, he was not actually so good at doing much physical. Or maybe standing around doing nothing worked against him.
I also looked about for wherever the voice was coming from. It was dark in here and where was the speaking from?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 16, 2018 0:46:41 GMT -8
((Both of yous! Roll 2d10+Reflexes on your turn!))
Mills is silently focusing on getting away from you, but keeps bashing into pipes and corners in his exhaustion. He leaps over a low pipe and kicks it,
popping it loose. He starts to yard on it, trying to pull it free.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 16, 2018 0:51:08 GMT -8
Harriet- I take out my can of spray paint and hold it out like Mace. My light illuminates the way before me, and I ponder what else I can do. I suppose I could throw the flashlight but if I lost it, I wouldn't be able to see anything at all. "Mills, I swear. If you don't put your hands up and stop this nonsense..." kr5m7Don·
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 16, 2018 0:53:08 GMT -8
(Distressed)Edmund- "MILLS! PLEASE! I wondered if they even recognised me, I was a wreck compared to the man I was. My suit was covered in stains and soot. Some of it blood around my collar. My hair was wild and dried blood crusted down from my ears and nose. My eyes looked about wildly as I tried to help the young CSI try to run down Mills. If it even was him.K_LZkAHK+ +0 ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 16, 2018 1:09:12 GMT -8
Timothy- "I'd rather blow my brains out than get cuffed again. Should've done it before I got caught! Just leave me alone!"
The pipe is barely holding on by a thread, and he's wildly pulling at it and sobbing in frustration.
You both have him penned into a corner.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 16, 2018 1:16:40 GMT -8
Harriet- I decide I have a chance with Edmund's help, and go to stop him. He is still wearing at least one cuff, and we can probably stop him from pulling the rest of the pipe off. I attempt to push him down so that Edmund can cuff him.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 16, 2018 1:17:49 GMT -8
((Harriet -- Please roll 2d10+Violence!))
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 16, 2018 1:18:09 GMT -8
(Distressed)Edmund- "I kind of wish you had. Leave you alone? Why did you bring us all into this? Are you a demon too?" I looked to the young CSI trying to remember her name."How do I know you're not? Ms...?" I notice what she's doing and try to rush in to help her demon or not.8iOKfS4s+ -2 ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 16, 2018 1:23:48 GMT -8
((Nice! Harriet will get +2 to whatever she rolls))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 16, 2018 1:24:21 GMT -8
Harriet- "Harriet.. I'm trying to be nice but he's not playing nice. I think the kid might be down here alive somehow too." I try to secure him with Edmund's help. What was the point of all of this anyways? What did he hope to achieve? 5MmnRFmU+1 ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 16, 2018 1:33:27 GMT -8
Timothy- "I didn't bring anybody anywhere! I didn't want to go here, it's my fucking bitch mom!"
Harriet, with Edmund's help you're able to knock the pipe out of his hands
and slap him on the ground. He's flopping around like an embarrassing
fish though, so you haven't quite cuffed him yet. Timothy- "You might as well kill me yourselves! Everyone will be so glad!"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 16, 2018 1:35:50 GMT -8
Harriet- "Alright, what did your mom do? Why does she want us to harm you?" I applied his other cuff. Now that we lost his guard, there was no one with the key around anymore. I wondered what had happened. Was it his mother that drew us all into this place after all? But then I was playing into his delusion, and to be honest I didn't even know where I was anymore.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 16, 2018 1:43:01 GMT -8
(Distressed)
I stood over Mills to yell at him. I had a lot of frustration to vent.
Edmund- "You can't blame your mom for everything! That's so cliché. If I had a nickel for every time I heard that! She's a demon isn't she, Mills? They're all demons. For all I know you both are as well."
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