@ThatBackgroundSlytherin
"Ugh, you're right. Does anyone know how to pick a lock?"
"Ugh, you're right. Does anyone know how to pick a lock?"
“I do.” Alanna said proudly, “Learned it from my Med&Tech class.”
"Cool! Did we decide who's staying behind? Honestly, no offense, Alanna, but I think you should stay behind. You're gonna slow us down."
“Ow that stings.” Alanna muttered, glaring at him.
"Sorry, man, but in your state, it's the best option we have."
“Stop it. Just stop it. This is a terrible time to make me mad. If you do for some reason get kidnapped, making me mad lowers the chances of me a coming back to save you two. Ever.” Alanna said bitterly.
"Well I'm sorry! I'm just laying the truth down!"
Alanna groaned, “You're the worst.” Then she left.
(Where?)
(.-. Where…?)
Mirage turned to Ferran. "See, this is why I work alone half the time. You guys argue, you manage to hurt Alanna's feeling, and I get clumped with you as being mean."
(Where did she go? Like could she just waltz out, or…)
(Well currently, she has hit like too many to count walls. But she’s going back outside I guess? Idk. ._.)
"I'M SORRY! I was just talking about how she did the thing to the guards earlier and how she should probably take a breather. Didn't know she would storm out like that."
"Well, it didn't seem like that was what you were saying."
When Alanna finally arrived outside, she sat on the floor and checked the time. “2 more minutes.” She mumbled. She looked up at the sky.
"So whose going to pick the lock now, Ferran? You want to tell me that?"
Ferran crouched on the floor with his head in his hands. This was to much. "I don't know."
(@BrokenChipmunk, where are you?)
Alanna smiled weakly at the sky, she got mad too easily. Then she realized how nice it would be to rest. Without choice, she collapsed. She didn’t crack her head though, since she was sitting on the floor.
(We need @Brokenchipmunk .)
(Guys, I was at school, we probably live in different time zones or something)
(k. it's fine. we were just wondering where you were.)
Carter's world was fuzzy. He tried to open his eyes, but they felt like they were glued shut. He felt around, trying to see what he was lying on when he remembered: he was being tortured. His eyes shot open and he scrambled off the floor, looking wildly for his attacker. When he saw the unconscious body on the ground, he stilled.
"Hold on Ferran, I think Carter's waking up." She snapped back to the cell and turned to find Carter awake. "Carter, are you there?"
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