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 Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 3:23 pm
((Tithe))
The table ould not even budge. It was as if it was fixed to the floor...
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:36 pm
Of course it'd be bolted to the floor, how could she have ever expected otherwise.
"I'm hungry."
How long had she been here anyways? There were no clocks, so it was impossible to tell the time, and even if she could see the time, she couldn't know how long she had been out.
It could've been days.
"You gonna feed me or just let me starve? Cause that's cruel and unusual punishment, and its forbidden by US law." Maybe, they'd come and feed her, and then she could run for it... if they unshackled her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:49 pm
((Tithe))
Time passed slowly...
What if she failed, though? She could be tortured, shot at, or even killed! Who knows what they would do to her!
Wasn't there some other way to get out?
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:59 pm
((OoC: I'm a failure! crying
I can't think of anything...
Tithe: Dammnit! You will get me out of this room. THINK! There must be some detail we've overlooked, I mean, how close is the door? How close am I to a wall? SOMETHING!
Face it Tithe, you're doomed))
If only she had magic or some other s**t.
Then she could blast the shackles off and take her revenge.
While part of her mind was immersing itself in fantasies of revenge, she focused on how close certain things were, like the door, or a wall. Even if it was close to her free, injured leg, she'd take any pain to get out of the dumb white room.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:15 pm
((Tithe))
[One hint and ONE only...]
Well...there was a little bit of space between her flesh and the metal bonds...
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:23 pm
((I love Hints, and Hints loves me.))
There was a space between her skin and the manacles? God she felt stupid, that, or there was someone in some other place controlling everything she did, and that person was either very stupid, or very bad at DnD.
So, yeah, basically, she tried to slip her hands out of the manacles, planning to deal with the one on her imprisoned ankle when she had her hands free.
((See, I knew it was obvious, and the one time I did try it, it was with one that was already free... i r stupid,))
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:31 pm
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Anima Shadow rolled 2 20-sided dice:
18, 18
Total: 36 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:35 pm
((Don't fail me now dice))
EDIT: Thank you very much.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:43 pm
((Tithe))
Both hands came out easily. Ah, how beautiful that felt. Free at last!
Now, to get off the-oh yeah. Her leg was still stuck.
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Anima Shadow rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:47 pm
Sitting up, she spat into both hands, and then rubbed the saliva onto the area of her leg below the manacle, hoping it'd act as a lubricant. She then placed both her hands upon the manacle that held her captive leg, so as to get some leverage when she tried to get it out.
What she would do with her shattered ankle, she'd figure that out later.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:57 pm
((Tithe))
It was too late...
She could hear footsteps...growing closer...
Closer...
And out with the lights.
[Session END.]
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 5:14 pm
((Tithe))
A voice filled her head, both soothing and laced with calamity as the words floated through her troubled mind. Who would dare to breach her psyche!? Was she going to die?
Thoughts of the white snake returned, and she could feel the new presence become just as alarmed and frightened as she had once been. Whoever it was, it was definitely a young boy. How could she tell? Well, even telekinetics had voices, silly. His was more high-pitched, shaken, and definitely prepubescent. As he "spoke", his own fear could almost act as a well-trained empathist, relating and matching every one of Tithe's own fears.
He tried his best to reassure her. This was good. All signs pointed to NOT being an enemy. Whic would be bad. Meeting her end so early into this escape would not be a nice thing.
Don't fear, pretty lady...m-my name is John. John Michael Alden. I'm a friend. Now...is it okay if I...try to assist you? Just, well...God...uh...can you try to think the answer?
Apparently, he was new to the whole mind-reading scene.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 6:18 pm
Umm... I guess... she thought inside her head, unused to such a strange request, but hell, who wouldn't be? Someone was speaking to her without words.
So, am I finally going to get out of here? Thank God, I can't wait to pummel the bastards who strapped me to the table. For some reason, she didn't feel like raging at this young boy, why should she? He was offering her freedom.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 6:24 pm
((Tithe))
Good. Wait while I...oh, s**t! ********! ********!! Your ankle! Oh, dear sweet Jesus...Oh, s**t. Oh, s**t. Oh, my GOD! I can feel your pain, I-I-I-...bzztttttttt...
The connection fizzled, his concentration completely blown by the direct link to your mind and all sensations. Poor kid was scared out of his wits. Well...he didn't seem to be coming any closer. Which meant freedom wasn't any closer. Which was BAD. If she wanted out, he needed to be controlled. After all, he was only a little kid, right?
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