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 Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:02 pm
((Tithe))
[Don't give up! Surely there's hope! One of our characters spent a loooooong time without thumbs, and he's doing fine now! You may give up for the night to clear your head, but you'll find there's a lot of adversity in Mental. Challenge yourself often.]
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Anima Shadow rolled 2 20-sided dice:
9, 8
Total: 17 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:13 pm
Slipping off into sleep, she found only a void, and pain. It seemed it would not leave her alone, and so, with no hope of escape, she decided it best to return the land of the waking.
What had she done to deserve this nightmare? To be shackled to a table in a room that was far too bright, it must of been awful, to be imprisoned like this. Why didn't they tell her she had done wrong? Had she killed someone? It was likely. She didn't know how far her fits of rage could push her. People had been hurt in the past.
But the reason was pointless, without explanation. They were no better than killers themselves if they swooped in and abducted those who had done wrong. Probably some vigilante group with some noble goal to cleanse the world. ******** off, they had no right to do this to her.
As rage engulfed her, the pain receded, fleeing into the far corners of her mind, escaping the fires of wrath that engulfed her.
They would pay for this, for forcing her into this situation where she had crippled herself. Thinking back to that one movie where the man had been tied up and dislocated his own shoulder to escape, she attempted to slip out her left ankle.
At the same time, she strained against the manacles holding her wrists in place, fueled by the rage that was threatening to overthrow her sanity.
((Meh, she gone crazy now.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:14 pm
((And even when fueled by rage, she fails... again.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:18 pm
((Tithe))
Well, forcing her way out was certainly not an option anymore. Now that all her wrists and ankles seemed to be weakened from effert, it would be unwise to risk doing them any more harm.
She would have to find another way out...
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:22 pm
Exhausted, she ceased her efforts. It seemed even anger wouldn't help her out of this one.
"Stupid ********' bastards. Putting a desk over there as if someone actually planned to visit me, what a cruel joke." Venting her frustration by giving the offending desk a glare could of killed any living thing, she then turned her attention to the shackles that had crippled her and resisted her every effort, namely the one that held her right wrist
How was she even positioned on the damn table, hand shackled at her waist, or up by her head? She had never really taken the time to notice.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:32 pm
((Tithe))
At closer inspection, her shackles did seem to have a flaw.
It was small...but probably key (pun intended). There was a small pinhole in the middle of each bond, on the sides facing her. Not like she could open them yet anyway...but it was good to know nonetheless.
The hand-shackles were by her waist.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:36 pm
Well, there wasn't much she could do at the moment, seeing as her ankle was shattered, and she was still manacled to the table. Stupid keyholes, they only added to her captors mockery of her helplessness.
And with that, she lapsed into the only thing she could do in a situation like this, start yelling obscenities, most of which are better left unmentioned.
"GET ME OUT OF HERE YOU DAMN BASTARDS", was the general message though.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:39 pm
[Good session! Folchi out.]
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:41 pm
(( Tithe: Oh, it was wonderful. Breaking my ankle was the best part![/sarcasm]
Be quiet Tithe, you'll get something to compensate soon enough... I think.
See you tomorrow then.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:43 am
((Tithe))
[lol]
Well. No one responded, yet again...man, this blew. If only there was another way out. There probably was, actually. She just needed to start getting (more) creative.
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Anima Shadow rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 1:50 pm
"DAMN YOU ********, ANSWER ME!"
Realizing shouting at them would do no good, she wondered if they could even here her. She hoped they did, because she would like to see there reactions to her outburst of swears, the likes of which few had ever witnessed.
But enough of that, how to get out of this room, it was so irritating, the bland desk, the white walls, and the light. God she hated the light. Focusing on the desk, she tried to see if there was anything that had escaped her gaze the first time.
<>
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 1:54 pm
((Why do dice always hate me?))
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:03 pm
((Tithe))
Well, she couldn't really tell anything further about her surroundings, and there seemed to be no hope that she ever would. At least, until she got off the damned table...
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:19 pm
Stupid table...
What kind of table was it anyway? Perhaps, if she swung her weight around, she might be able to tip it over or something like that. Ignoring the fact of how dumb this notion was, she began to swing her body around as much the manacles would allow her, leaving her left leg motionless, not wanting to ignite the pain again.
((I feel so freakin' dumb. I just hope the solution isn't that obvious...))
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