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C: Jam es
[The only way of escaping is communication...] thought Jam es. [Damn, but where's this guy taking us?]
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Koto (Teen)
I'd answer/questioned, "Do you have any ideas of escaping? Sorry if it's a little awkward since we're strangers..."
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Ruby
She'd try her best to rock forwards inside the crate, shifting her weight and causing the box to lean forwards for a second, before coming back down hard onto the ground. She felt the wood crack and splinter beneath her. "That sicko better not come back here anytime soon, 'cause I got a plan." |
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Clockwork
This is taking too long...
(Also I didn't know it was a solid trailer)
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C: Jam es
"You sure you got one? This one's going to be a toughie. He's pretty determined to keep us, for some reason..." said Jam es, "but do you guys know where we're going?" |
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(Clock, RP s don't take t w o pages. -_-)
Yaz
He'd be in Canada. Soon. But perhaps he'd pull aside somewhere to check on the kids. |
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Ruby
"I haven't got a clue where we're headed, but I know we ain't gonna stay there when we get there, not if I've got somethin' to do with it. Now, listen. If you get in the right position in your box, you can rock it forwards slightly, and that'll make the bottom come down hard on the floor. If we can do that a few times, I'm thinking it'll break the bottom of the box open, which will make it easier for us to just pop one of the sides of the crate off. A sharp kick'll do the trick(Hey that rhymed)." Ruby paused to think about her plan, and sighed when she noticed how much of a long shot it was for it to work. "I just sure hope we can high tail outta here as fast as we can. We're not fit to die in a crate, ya know?" |
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[Alan]
I'm still sitting in the box, except now I'm still as a rock....
I here moving, whistling, and other curious noises.
I pull out my MP3 player, and listen to some System of a Down, Gorillaz, and some organ music. |
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(That was in the RP!!!!! It was just like a sigh) |
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C: Jam es
"How many of you are in crates?" asked Jam es. |
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Yaz
He'd pull over the truck, and open the door, to see that Ruby kid's crate breaking. He'd open the crate, and grab the girl.
"GET BACK IN YOU WRETCHED CHILD."
He'd hit her hard with a baseball bat before putting her in a new crate. |
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C: Jam es
Jam es flinched, but he was unable to do anything.
[Sorry...] thought Jam es. |
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[Alan]
He'd watch the stupid girl get abused in noises. He shrugged it off and kept listening to Toxicity by System of a Down. |
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Yaz
He'd continue driving. |
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(I wanna kill some time, so just a quick question: Is it still possible to join, and if so what roles are no longer available?) |
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^ (I'm not an admin, but there is still one napper spot left, some officers, and some parents.) |
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( Teens have a limit of X or XI people, and can enter till Chapter III ) |
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Koto T.
Good thing I stuck to my plan... After examining the nap per and the surroundings, it seems that we're in Canada somewhere..
As for the Nap per, I noticed his a skinny man with a blond mohawk, a black jacket with skull necklace, and neon rainbow pants.
I also examined other things like his hands or any other parts that was showing. He was either In his late 20's or a 30 something.
I'd lay back and sigh in relive. |
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(Please ignore the "his" in 'As for the Nap per, I noticed his a skinny man with a blond mohawk, a black jacket with skull necklace, and neon rainbow pants." |
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Miles
Hours go by, people get hurt, and the truck keeps bumping along the highway to most likely a different country. I just wish we could escape, I soon fall asleep as the noise quiets down. |
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Yaz
He'd pull into some random house, in a country side in Canada. He'd get rid of the person living in the house, and slowly unload the crates into the house. He'd open the crates in the cellar, and lock the door. |
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