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Vixen did hurry along. Freedom was finally granted to her in the form of Skip. Well, no one can quite choose when they'll be blessed, or whatever. She anxiously went through the door, relieved when it slid open for her. No voices to tell her that it's not a good idea. No random checkups from Ellisent to drive her insane. Well, she was already insane, but that was beside the point. No, this was absolutely delightful. Just wonderful. The halls echoed their intrusion, but there was only her to hear it.

"Yes, let's hurry and find Emerald. You would not believe how truly agitating it is to lack opposable thumbs. Things take double the time and effort."

She walked on, wondering whether left or right would be the better choice. Oh, the way of indecisive people was a long and hard road to walk.

((For my MacGyver death, I will use things that I find in my pockets...))

((The contents of my pocket are one cell phone, one wallet, one sharpie marker, one pack of Listerine breath strips, one pocket watch, one rubber band, and 5 dice.))

(("He needed to die. As simple as that. You keep asking why, but that's not what's it important. He needed to. That's all. So, I arranged it. A simple call from my cell phone. Meet me in the alley between the dance studio and that hippie store. Yeah, that one. It was easy as that. He knew me, knew what this probably meant. He knew fully well what he had done to my whole family, so I figured it'd be best to arrange this little meeting. Plus, I'm sure his wife's disappearance was preying on his mind, and I was most likely his prime suspect. So paranoid..."))

(("Anyway, I arrived there rather early, first placing my wallet on the ground in a rather obvious spot, and five dice in a less obvious one. I then crawled into a narrow space between the wall and the fire escape, and though I could see for miles, I was practically invisible. So I saw him quite a while away as he approached. And he was completely alone. No police anywhere nearby. How gullible. Well, as he approached, he saw the wallet, as I knew he would. I smiled as he picked it up, and opened it up, and I set the rubber band between the thumb and index finger of my left hand, and uncapped the sharpie. He immediately saw the small pictures that filled the wallet of his wife fresh corpse, almost identical as to how he left my wife's... Well, I said he was paranoid, but I never said he wasn't correct in his paranoia. He looked around, trying to find me. He knew I was here, but I had the upper hand. As I placed the sharpie on the rubber band an pulled back, I told myself that I just needed him to turn the right way... And in his searching, his eyes seemed to actually find me, which put him in the perfect spot. I released the sharpie, which soared perfectly at him, piercing his chest. Letting out a loud yell, he stumbled backwards... right to where I had placed the dice. He slid over them, and toppled over backwards, banging his head on a trashcan as he did."))

(("This much of the job done, I dropped to the ground from my hiding place, and slipped one of those breath strips into my mouth, sloshing it around. Despite a chest wound and a near concussion, he got up, and staggered towards me. I waited until he was practically in my face, and I spit what was now the equivalent of mouthwash into his eyes. I knew he would only be blinded for an instant, so as fast as I possibly could, I slipped behind him, and unlatched the pocket watch from my belt loop. Grabbing the latch end in my right hand, and crossing that arm over my chest, I then swung the chain forward by extending my arm again, which came at his neck from the left. The chain struck his neck, and the watch continued in its momentum, and came around the rest of his neck, where it was grabbed by my left hand. I then pulled with all that I had. It was a lot sooner than I had thought it would be until he finally stopped struggling, and went limp..."))

(("So there. I killed him. I've hinted at why, but that's not really important. What's important is that the way I killed him.... was pretty frickin' awesome."))

Skip peered out of the room as Vixen was exiting. He scanned the hall. He had a strong feeling Emerald was here. He peered at the doors on both sides. He looked at the room numbers. He had come from 907... this was room 909... Was it really that simple? "Um... Vixen? I think she might be in here. Should we go check it out?" said Skip, pointing to room 911.

((Edited my MacGyver post because I realized that I screwed up the mechanics of what hand held what for the pocket watch thing. >.<))

((Team 1))

The door did not open...unlike all of the others they had encountered. Had Ellisent locked this room remotely? Was Emerald safe?

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((Team 1))

The tapping did not open the door. Meow.

At the word "unlock", Skip immediately thought of his lock pick, but... it probably would work here. Having no better idea, he went with Vixen's suggestion, and knocked loudly on the door. "Um... Emerald? Are you in there? It's me, Skip..." Tears were welling in his eyes, although he wasn't aware of this until one of them fell. Why was he getting so worked up? Emerald might not even be in this room, yet he was still imagining the worst...

The silence did not really surprise Vixen. In fact, it was almost expected. Who knew if she were in the room, anyway? They certaintly had no idea. Despite the doubt, she would help Skip. They needed to find a way in.

"Maybe we should experiment. Let's try other doors. If they open and the room is empty, then we have an idea that, yes, some one is in that room. If they don't open but we knock and there is a response, well then we should find something to open this room. Deal?"