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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 20:45:44 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 26, 2014 20:45:44 GMT -8
A mystery.
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 21:32:33 GMT -8
Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jan 26, 2014 21:32:33 GMT -8
Trevor had not slept. There was too much to wonder about for sleep. He still felt exhausted, but the pain was replaced with an obnoxious itching of fabric on his face. Whenever he blinked or moved his head the fabric made an unpleasantly loud shuffling sound. However, from his perspective things had improved. He had recovered the full use of his body, although he could still hear joints creak now and then.
He no longer was under the strange spell that the mysteriously lovely iron scent had him under (the smell was still there but it had lost its appeal), but was now overwhelmed by countless unfamiliar smells. He wished to identify them. Once again, this wasn't a time that Trevor thought he could do that.
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 21:40:15 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 26, 2014 21:40:15 GMT -8
((The senses aren't all completely super off the bat, but pretty sharp. Ex: Theo could tell Jack was Sombreta based on a scent remembered from over a hundred years ago, Jack probably couldn't do that. Nonetheless, they are pretty cool... What you wrote can still stand, with the addition of...))
One scent stood out. It was that iron scent, but it had lost much of its appeal... like it was better warm? Like is had shaded toward a scent more like... cotton, or skin. Hard to describe.
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 21:58:35 GMT -8
Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jan 26, 2014 21:58:35 GMT -8
((That's what I was going for yayy. Edited for bloods!))
((Then Trevor's usual narrator asks the GM imposter, "What are you doing in here without your parentheses, dawg?"))
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 22:08:52 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 26, 2014 22:08:52 GMT -8
Well... Fully restrained with a hood on his head. What now? He could probably wiggle, but what would that achieve?
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 22:17:51 GMT -8
Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jan 26, 2014 22:17:51 GMT -8
Trevor knew he would put himself in danger if he tried to escape. Now wasn't the opportunity he needed. Instead of trying to free himself he explores the movement of his stomach muscles again, this time more freely.
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 22:31:18 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 26, 2014 22:31:18 GMT -8
Well... they could move, within the restraints. There was a nasty stickiness there, and the movement kicked up mixed iron and some other kind of scent. The fabric of what he guessed was a hospital gown moved stiffly over the skin that wasn't covered in the grime. He felt weirdly light, like he was made out of styrofoam.
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Padmé AmiDaniella
Coolish Skeleton
Nighttime is kinda sadtime, huh?
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 22:48:18 GMT -8
Post by Padmé AmiDaniella on Jan 26, 2014 22:48:18 GMT -8
When Sophie came to and realized she was hooded, she kept as quiet as possible, trying to feel around and listen for a minute.
She heard rustling.
"Who's there? Hey, who the fuck are you?"
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 22:54:00 GMT -8
Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jan 26, 2014 22:54:00 GMT -8
Trevor recognized the feeling. He had once soaked his leg in his own blood falling off his bike at age ten. As he went home and the blood dried it became tacky. This wasn't so bad, though Trevor thought he could do without the hint of decay within the dominant metallic quality. "Ah. It's Trevor," he replied to the new voice. Now aware of the new presence and distracted from his internal musings, Trevor became bothered by a loose string from the bag on his head as it tickled his neck. He flung his head as if he were flipping hair from his face, causing the bag to shift loose a surprising amount.
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 22:57:59 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 26, 2014 22:57:59 GMT -8
The bag was coming loose, but it might take a little more effort. Still, what else was there to do when tied up?
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Padmé AmiDaniella
Coolish Skeleton
Nighttime is kinda sadtime, huh?
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 23:03:57 GMT -8
Post by Padmé AmiDaniella on Jan 26, 2014 23:03:57 GMT -8
Sophie laughed a little, out of relief, like the kind you get after a long cry.
"Trevor! Shit, it's Sophie! I'm.. can you see anything, man? Is anyone else there?"
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 23:06:16 GMT -8
Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jan 26, 2014 23:06:16 GMT -8
"How are- are you okay?" Trevor asked his fellow captive. He changed the praise to one more appropriate midsentence. Trevor tried the same trick again and it worked just as well. If he kept it up the bag would come off.
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Padmé AmiDaniella
Coolish Skeleton
Nighttime is kinda sadtime, huh?
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Pronouns: She/Her, please
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 23:13:41 GMT -8
Post by Padmé AmiDaniella on Jan 26, 2014 23:13:41 GMT -8
Sophie wiggled her hands and feet, trying to loosen her bonds. "Uh, I think I'm okay. I don't think I'm hurt too bad, but I wish I could see. You?"
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 23:16:37 GMT -8
Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jan 26, 2014 23:16:37 GMT -8
"I'm working at it." Once more should do the job...
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ROOM 7
Jan 26, 2014 23:16:58 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 26, 2014 23:16:58 GMT -8
Trevor was getting close, but now the hood was snagged on his nose, becoming something of a blindfold. Sophie's bonds were intractable - leather with heavy metal buckles.
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