forum Laboratory Escape RP (Open again)

Started April 20, 2018 by @TheGoldenLegend

tune

//I am so tired I’m sorry that reply made no sense
Charlie can save him if you want
But idc

//kewl

//have fun!

Flipping over onto his back, Dwayne let the air inside him escape. He felt broken, like millions of knife were stabbing him in different places. Closing his eyes, he wish the darkness would take him away and free him from his torn body.

Charlie rushed out of the cell, weaving her way in and out of the hallways as though they were her second home. “Dwayne, Dwayne, c’mon, please….” She found him lying on his back, pale, covered in blood, and not breathing. “Dwayne! Dwayne, oh, this is all my fault…” She put an arm under his head, propping him up a little, and tried to feel for a pulse. Desperately, she took of her torn sweatshirt and pressed it to the gaping hole where his arm used to be. “Dwayne,” she sobbed.

William let out a sigh of relief when she left. Everything hurt so much, but he had to keep going. "Thatcher, come on," he said, dropping down next to him. "We need to leave, okay? Please, we need to go."

Getting out a guiet groan, Dwayne felt his body lift from the ground, well the parts he could feel. For him his legs and hips had disappeared, but he could tell so was his stomach. Everything was in a haze, a silent cold hazy, he could nether hear or see, everything was pitch black.

Charlie tried to lug Dwayne out of the cell room he was in, but it was no use. He was just too heavy for her. She squeezed his hand once and ran back to where William was. “I- I found Dwayne- he’s- he’s dying….” she panted, tears running down her cheeks and her hands stained with Dwayne’s blood.

William flinched again and fell on his knees, sobbing. "I just want to go home, please." He begged her.

Everything was still until, well, it became un-still. He felt like his heart was over working while his body was sleeping, and it alone was trying to keep him alive. Not even resisting the urge to sleep, he allowed the oddly warm blackness to take him.

Thatcher shrugged off his jacket, tying it around his waist tightly to stop the blood flow a tad. “William, come on, it’s okay,” He soothed, rubbing up and down his arm to try and calm him.

Charlie collapsed then. She sank against a wall and said, “I can’t bring him over here on my own, William… William please….. help…. help me…..”

//yep Williams turn

//I’ve memorized the theme song

//aw

(Well excuse me hold on I'm watching Curious George)

(If you cant RP right now ((Because your watching a movie)) why are your on notebook then??)

"No.. No, she.." He let out another sob. "She cut his arm off." He buried his head into his arms, not wanting to look at Charlie or Thatcher.

(Well excuse me hold on I'm watching Curious George)

(If you cant RP right now ((Because your watching a movie)) why are your on notebook then??)

(I meant hold on, let me watch this one part)

“I don’t know what I did. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t see. It wasn’t….it wasn’t me.”

//darn I rhymed