@PuffPoff
Ana looked up at Leo, lifting her hands to sign. "It's true. It was a great show, but we can't just stay here.."
Ana looked up at Leo, lifting her hands to sign. "It's true. It was a great show, but we can't just stay here.."
Eleanore's face hardened. "Are you implying we escape? Because I'm all for it."
Ana looked shocked. "No! No that's too dangerous! We can't just-" Eli butted in. "Yeah! Let's get out of here!"
"We need to. Definitely. It's not safe in this room to come up with a full on plan, though," Jace said. Lia nodded.
Leo looked up. "Seriously, Jace? Actually? He'd murder us all in front of each other."
Ana gasped as she read Leo's lips. "Murder?!" She signed.
Leo looked at Ana gravely. "Murder, Ana. In cold blood."
Jace frowned. "It's not safe here. I don't want anyone else getting hurt. There's seven of us against one. With the right amount of time, we can overpower him and leave,"
"We'll take it slow. Nothing too drastic yet," Lia added.
She looked at Leo, a shocked expression on her face. "Coat blood? Who's killing the coats?" She said quietly.
Griffin shook his head. “We need to take this slowly, carefully.”
Eli nodded in agreement. "Yeah, yeah, as long as I get to kick his butt."
Eleanore nodded firmly. "We'll get the police to do that. He deserves to be thrown in prison."
(Fun fact: one of the main reasons I joined this rp [other than the fact that it sounded awesome] was that I wrote a comic with Griffin about a year ago, where he -a trapezist— was in a Festival for Exotic Talents trying to earn some money. Then, someone tries to murder him and he takes refuge with a traveling circus, eventually getting tangled up in a mystery)
Griffin agreed, rolling his aching wrist absentmindedly. “But be careful. We don’t know what we’re dealing with.”
Ana still looked confused about why Leo was talking about 'coat blood'. "Cold blood Ana." Eli signed.
(well there you go XD your comic to rp format)
(ooohh neat)
(@TopazWyrmlet that's so cool!)
Griffin agreed, rolling his aching wrist absentmindedly. “But be careful. We don’t know what we’re dealing with.”
"I do," Eleanore stated. She stood, turned around and lifted her t-shirt. "I was supposed to be a dancer when I first came here." Swollen scars crisscrossed her back, some still looking fresh.
Lia gasps. "Eleanore…" Jace pursed his lips then pulled up his shirt sleeve to show two long scars. "He did this to me at my first preformance a few years ago. I messed up a routine and I was punished. This is why we need to leave."
Ana looked down at the table, not wanting to look at the scars.
Griffin’s hand flew to his mouth. “Eleanore, I’m so sorry..” His eyes hardened. “I’ll kill him.”, he promised. “He’ll never get to anyone again.”
Eleanore turned back to her friends. "We're not killing anyone. But it'll only get worse if we stay. More injuries, more screaming, more trauma. We'll outgrow his shows, and he'll get new children. We have to get out of here and stop this whole thing."
(Thanks guys! The drawing was terrible, but I’m redoing it now, attempting digital art)
(wow I could never stick to a project of any sort, congrats)
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