forum Laboratory Escape RP (Open again)

Started April 20, 2018 by @TheGoldenLegend

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"Hello?" He called again, banging on the door harder.

(I'll like someone to be the guard)

A guard came over and thumped the door. “Shut it,” he growled. “You’ll get your turn.” It sounded almost happy, like an evil kind of excitement.

//fuck oops

//o ok thx

"THANK YOU!!" HE yelled, then he hit the door with his fist, "Shut up…" He muttered as he walked away.

(Okay, I’m just going to say that Thatcher was tourtured during that time period because I really don’t feel like describing all of that mess atm)

Thatcher was shoved back into his cell, falling to his hands and knees as the door was locked shut again. He groaned, shifting to he was laying on his back now. His clothes were splattered and smeared with blood, and he felt sick to his stomach, mind clouded by pain. His left wrist felt broken, and he covered a gash on his lower chest with his right hand. Those were the only two major injuries, the rest were bruises and various cuts.

//no poor child

The guard opened Dwayne’s door, grinning. “Your turn,” he said, dragging Dwayne out.

"Fine D%#@S" He muttered, forcing himself to his feet, "Dragging people isn't the smartest way of getting people out you know."

William heard Thatcher's door open and him stumbling in. He could hear him groaning, and he rushed away from Charlie and towards the vent. "Thatcher? What happened? Are you alright?" He tried not to sound as panicked as he felt.

//no poor child

(As you already know, I’m mean to some of my characters lmao)

Thatcher faintly heard William over the haze he felt, and he forced himself to sit up, hissing sharply when a bit of blood gushed from the wound on his chest dribbling between his fingers. “I feel like I’m f**king dying,” he responded, blinking away spots from his vision.

"What now??" Dwayne blurted, staring the guard in the face as he pushed him to the wall.

(Anyone?)

Thatcher faintly heard William over the haze he felt, and he forced himself to sit up, hissing sharply when a bit of blood gushed from the wound on his chest dribbling between his fingers. “I feel like I’m f**king dying,” he responded, blinking away spots from his vision.

"What… what did they do? Is anything broken?"

“You’ve got a meeting and a few questions to answer,” he grunted, dragging Dwayne along.

“There’s a gash on my stomach, it-it keeps bleeding bad. And I think my wrist might be broken,” Thatcher said, leaning against a wall.

"Whew!" He laughed, "I thought you were talking about a test! Will the others be coming?"

Danni sat silently in the girls cell, clueless that most her friends were being tortured. She stood to stretch her legs which had become numb from sitting down so long but this was the least of her problems. She had to figure out where the others were and how to get then all out safe.

Thatcher shrugged his jacket off, using that to put pressure on his wound instead. He shut his eyes tightly, grimacing in pain as he attempted to block it out.

“No, no,” he smiled. “They’ve got their own problems.”

Evie was standing at the cell door, poking a hand through the bars. “Danni, what are we going to do?”

"I'm not sure… but don't worry, I'm sure we'll be alright. We just need to find the others, I'm sure they have a plan," Danni walked around the room, examining everything to see if anything could be useful for an escape.

"Everyone has problems." Dwayne muttered as he tried to run ahead.