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Ruby ignored the pounding in her head, and heavily lumbered over to the basement closet. She held a hand on her forehead as she rummaged through her backpack. Finally, she found a wad of gauze and pressed it under the bottom of the closet's door. In a mumble, almost whisper, she told Eric, "Hey, dude, I put some gauze under the door. Put it on your wound. It should he-" Ruby cut herself off as she realized he'd need many more supplies than she could offer. At the very least he'd need stitches. |
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Eric
"Ok." He'd whisper
He'd put it on his injury |
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(RIP. I posted my character intro at the end of a page. Should I repost it?) |
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[Alan]
I snack on my cereal. It's better than nothing.
"I took a nap after the guy started screaming, what did I miss?" I mutter as I look around. |
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- Miles -
I slowly get out of my box, and grab a handful of cereal. I sneak back behind my box, and slowly eat them hearing Eric wrapping the gauze. |
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- Miles -
I snuck a glance at the new kid, he was slowly getting up from his place on the floor where he lay silently. There was a little puddle of blood next to his head, but by then he had recovered and stared at all of us. |
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[Alan]
I look at that kid who just got out. He seemed mellow, based on his recent actions. Might've join him.
I walk over to his crate, stating: "Have room for two?" |
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Miles
"Sure." I mutter. He sits next to me, and I stare blankly at the wall. |
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[Alan]
"Wow, this is just insane....Why would someone kidnap, I don't know, 10 kids, to kill?" I asked Miles. |
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( Also, me and Penguin have something special planned for this roleplay. )
"I don't know. I'm just glad I am still alive." I reply. I stare at the ceiling now, wondering if we would ever get out. What was our purpose? |
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[Alan]
"I already plan on dying." I blurt out as I scribble a sketch in my notepad. |
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Ruby Ruby crawls over to her crate, which was busted, and pulls herself inside. She didn't care how stupid she looked as she sat, confined by the wooden walls, and sobbed quietly. There were hot red marks ######### down her cheeks from the waves of tears, making her face numb. Her mind ###### with a foggy cloud of worries. She'd convinced herself that if any of them were going to die, it was going to be her. |
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Miles
I heard a soft whisper noise. I snuck a peek around the boxes to see Ruby with her head in her lap, crying. "We'll come out of this, Ruby." I whisper. I look back to Alan. |
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( I am looking to revive this, would anybody else want this to be revived? ) |
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(Eh, not quite. I'm quitting, due to the MASS inactivity.) |
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