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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 15:28:13 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 15:28:13 GMT -8
"Well it certainly isn't as if I WANT to, terrible pain tolerance, you know, but I need to find a way to get you out of here at least!"
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 15:33:43 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 15:33:43 GMT -8
"Even if you do manage to break your hand, how far do you think we'll get? I bet that door is locked." She jerked her head at the door. Though the more she thought about it, it was probably their best bet of getting out of here and saving the others. "Quinn, listen to me. Are you absolutely sure that's what you plan on doing? I can't stop you - You'll probably try even if I don't tell you, but I'd prefer it if you at least do it the right way."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 15:41:03 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 15:41:03 GMT -8
"Even if that door IS locked, if I can break one hand and we have enough time, I should be able to undo the rest of the restraints...albeit slowly...with the free hand. Then we're free to set up an ambush." He tried to peer down at his wrist restraints."I'm not even positive it will work, but I feel we must try something." Quinn didn't mention how much the prospect of more pain chilled him down to his bones. He'd do it if it gave his sister a chance.
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 15:46:05 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 15:46:05 GMT -8
She spoke slowly and clearly. If he didn't follow her instructions to a T, he could end up mutilating his wrist. "Okay.. okay. It's very important you listen carefully. You won't be able to break your hand; Your wrist is the best option. Pick the one you don't write with, and it will be much easier, trust me. You'll need to press something onto the back of your hand to keep it from moving. Maybe try moving it under your thigh?"
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 15:50:48 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 15:50:48 GMT -8
"...I'm not sure..." He tried to tug at his wrist, but it was stuck fast. He couldn't get enough give to force the back of it against anything, but he certainly couldn't wiggle out of it either. He slammed his head back in frustration."I'm afraid that's a no-go. Confusticate it. Any other way?" ((Not actually planning on him succeeding, just feel like he should try and fail, y'know?))
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 15:57:27 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 15:57:27 GMT -8
((I saw what you said in the rpg talk thread, no worries! <3))
She turned her head to the ceiling yet again, this time for some concentration. Another way.. ".. Try this. If your wrist is stuck firm enough, then try sticking your nails into the cushion of the gurney. It feels pretty soft and old, you should be able to pierce it no problem."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 16:02:55 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 16:02:55 GMT -8
((Just making sure! <3))Quinn tried that next, but despite having strong fingers from years of playing, he had no nails to speak of and couldn't seem to get purchase."...For once I would like to not be bloody well useless. I fear that may be the end of that unless you have another suggestion?"
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 16:07:07 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 16:07:07 GMT -8
"That's.. All I got, sorry." She sounded a little relieved. She didn't want him to hurt himself to begin with.
"Hey Q.. in case we don't walk outta here.. When I first met you, I thought you were a little weird.. and kinda cute. For an older guy." What was that supposed to mean?
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 16:13:52 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 16:13:52 GMT -8
Well. Just...well. That wasn't what he expected to hear. Eventually, though, he mustered up a smile."I AM weird, Leo...but thank you. As for you...I do believe you've more courage in you than I've ever had. If either of us walks out of here, it's going to be you. Be proud of that. I wish I had your spirit at times."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 16:22:38 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 16:22:38 GMT -8
Leo chuckled and shook her head. Just like Eli, Quinn didn't understand. Why was it so hard to understand? "Nah.. See, you're stuck with me till the day you die. ..Which might be pretty soon. Don't gimme any of that shit Quinn." She did her best to shrug, but the straps around her wrists forbid it. Instead she bobbed her head from side to side slightly."I know it's weird; Me calling you kinda cute and all. If it's any consolation, now I think you're.. Handsome, in the brotherly sense."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 16:35:15 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 16:35:15 GMT -8
"Is it any weirder than anything else we've been through tonight?" He paused."Wait...is it even still night? I've utterly no idea what time it is...or how long we've been here."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 16:42:56 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 16:42:56 GMT -8
"I.. Have no clue honestly.." "Ask me something Q. Anything. Just to pass some time."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 16:48:04 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 16:48:04 GMT -8
He didn't even have the energy to be concerned about the time. As if knowing the time would stop whatever plans had been set in motion."Alright then...so no stars. How about...where did you get the name Trileon? I've never heard it before and I always wondered..."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 16:55:56 GMT -8
Post by Trinity on Jan 27, 2014 16:55:56 GMT -8
Her expression suddenly turned a tad somber, if only for a second before the smile came back. "From what I was told, it was my mom's name. I guess she got it from.. Hell, I don't know. I guess I'm Trileon Jr." She paused, her eyes trailing off to what little parts of the floor she could see, "..You know, now that I think about it, I've never seen my mother's grave. Not once."
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ROOM 4
Jan 27, 2014 16:59:01 GMT -8
Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jan 27, 2014 16:59:01 GMT -8
"...Some people never do, Leo. It's another school of thought...preferring the remembrance of life to the ceremonies of the dead." He closed his eyes briefly, thinking back. Eyes still closed, he recited a brief section of a poem."Do not stand by my grave and weep. I am not here, I do not sleep."
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