Naomi walked up to Wila and smothered her ramble with a hand over the girl's mouth. "You've said enough," she spat. "Get to your hoops, now."
She pushed Wila backwards and turned on Beaux. "Do what you have to do, you," she said lazily with a dismissive flick of her hand.
"You?" Beaux glared for a moment, she then sighed a shrugged. No use getting into a fight right now. There were more pressing issues and questions to worry about. Beaux looked over at Tam and Willa, whatever they were not telling her, she was going to find out. And for some reason Naomi treats her differently than everyone else, or at least that's what it seems like.
Naomi grabbed Beaux by the shoulder and turned her around. "Problem, honey?" she questioned sharply. An unreadable emotion blazed behind her eyes and she fought to keep it under control.
Beaux kept an emotionless experience on her face. There was no need for her to show anything. "No." Was all she said before cartwheeling away. She wanted nothing to do with this circus, and she was going to find a way out, with or without anyone.
Naomi stood still, watching the girl head away from her.
Before she could turn around Tam had already run off, just finishing a series of movements up on the ropes. She had nothing to do, and so sat.
ANNOUNCEMENT (that was extra but there you go)
We've got a new member, one of the rpers that was part of the original thread!
@PuffPoff , welcome :)
They'll be taking over Finn's character
(Oh hey! Let me get the character template real quick)
Westan took a deep breath. "Yes. Much better."
"Good to hear," he smiled, reverting to his cross-legged position. "Now we wait, I guess."
This is where Finn left off
(Here's some quick stuff to know about Finn:
Name: Finn Pomatter
Age: 15
Looks: Cropped black hair, dark blue eyes, thin frame and taller than average, scars along his back and legs
Personality: Unbroken and hopeful, optimistic, and only fierce when he needs to defend someone. He always feels like it's his job to cheer people up when they're feeling down, and doesn't like to see people unhappy.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Optimistic and physically flexible/limp, strange twitches, and he keeps his negative emotions hidden inside
Background: When Finn was eleven, he was travelling with his nomadic family. When he left to scout the area they had planned to stay at for the night, the sound of a wolf howling frightened him and he ran off in what he thought was the direction his parents were. After wandering for what felt like forever, he finally found someone that he hoped could lead him back to his family. (The rest will be revealed later…)
Shipping: Sure
Sexuality: Pansexual)
Tam jumped down from the ropes, landing neatly next to Beaux. "You alright?" he asked her. "I saw Naomi made a grab for you."
Harrow studied Aza a moment. Pulling out a thin steel card, he swiped a slot by the door and it popped open with a quiet hiss.
He walked into the cell, sliding the card back into a zipped pocket inside the lab coat he wore.
He approached the cot, keeping his face expressionless.
(sorry that was a bit of a dead end)
"So, Aza," Harrow started, hands behind his back. "Have you got any questions, any thing you'd like to say?"
He payed attention for her reaction, studying how she held herself even tied down. He expected he could get a weakness out of her somehow.
"Yeah…" Beaux couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something weird about Naomi. "Do you know how she came to work here?" She watched Naomi from afar, making sure she wouldn't notice.
Tam carefully followed Beaux's gaze to Naomi, still seated and quiet. "I don't know any details. I think she knew Harrow before coming here though," Tam murmured, racking his brains for any fact. "Why do you ask?"
"Hm… no reason." Beaux turned to Tam and gave him a smile. "I'm just curious." She did a back bend, but made sure to keep her eyes on Naomi.
Harrow studied Aza a moment. Pulling out a thin steel card, he swiped a slot by the door and it popped open with a quiet hiss.
He walked into the cell, sliding the card back into a zipped pocket inside the lab coat he wore.
He approached the cot, keeping his face expressionless.(sorry that was a bit of a dead end)
"So, Aza," Harrow started, hands behind his back. "Have you got any questions, any thing you'd like to say?"
He payed attention for her reaction, studying how she held herself even tied down. He expected he could get a weakness out of her somehow.
"Things I want to say?" Aza spat, extremely angry now. "You have no idea. But I'll keep my mouth shut, I think. I'll spare you, Harrow."
Finn sat with his back leaning against the cold wall behind him. His stomach grumbled at him impatiently but he ignored it, knowing that the more he thought about wanting food, the hungrier he would get. Besides, Finn didn't want to worry Westan by complaining about his hunger.
"Things I want to say?" Aza spat, extremely angry now. "You have no idea. But I'll keep my mouth shut, I think. I'll spare you, Harrow."
"Very well." He reached into a metal drawer beneath the cot and pulled out a pair of scissors– he realised knew only of one thing this girl was truly protective of.
He bent over the cot and snipped the thin elastic of her gloves, which he then thought would come off easily. They didn't.
It took a lot of tugging but he managed to get them both off.
He tucked them into another inside pocket.
He then pulled out a thin syringe full of a clear liquid.
"Relax and it won't hurt," he told Aza, cleaning the tip of the tool.
"Hm… no reason." Beaux turned to Tam and gave him a smile. "I'm just curious." She did a back bend, but made sure to keep her eyes on Naomi.
Naomi hadn't moved for a while, sitting still on the floor.
Carefully, quietly, Tam walked over to Wila. He'd made up his mind, now full of worry for Aza. He couldn't let it be too late for her. "We have to leave this place," he whispered to Wila.
"Things I want to say?" Aza spat, extremely angry now. "You have no idea. But I'll keep my mouth shut, I think. I'll spare you, Harrow."
"Very well." He reached into a metal drawer beneath the cot and pulled out a pair of scissors– he realised knew only of one thing this girl was truly protective of.
He bent over the cot and snipped the thin elastic of her gloves, which he then thought would come off easily. They didn't.
It took a lot of tugging but he managed to get them both off.
He tucked them into another inside pocket.
He then pulled out a thin syringe full of a clear liquid.
"Relax and it won't hurt," he told Aza, cleaning the tip of the tool.
Aza shrieked when Harrow took her gloves. As he leaned over her, she wrenched her body off the hospital bed, slamming her forehead into Harrow's nose.
Harrow fell backwards, just barely catching himself on the wall. He clutched his clearly broken nose.
"Wow. Unexpected," he groaned. With a brutal flick he set his nose with a painful crack. (idk if this is medically correct sorry)
Shaking off the incident, he wiped some blood off of his face and, in one lightning quick movement, slammed the syringe he'd picked up from the ground into Aza's neck, his free arm pushing Aza's stomach.
"See you later," he grinned through the blood still trickling down his face.
Aza shrieked again. Her mind slipped into darkness.
Harrow set the syringe down with a satisfied sigh. Undoing the girl's shackles, he slung Aza over his shoulder and exited the cell, checking the locks behind him.
He walked into a dimly lit corridor and pushed open one of the steel doors leading off of it.
In it stood a row of cells. "Good afternoon, boys," he called lazily to Finn and Westan. "I brought a friend," he said with a sincere grin. He dumped Aza into a cell next to Finn's and locked it.
"I'll let you all introduce yourselves?"
And with that, the door shut again.
As soon as Harrow left, Finn made his way to the cell bars that divided the new girl from him. She was too far away for Finn to reach her, so instead he decided to call out to her quietly. "Hello?" He said softly, squinting to see if the girl responded.
Aza awoke groggily. "Who are you?" she said, noticing Finn. She looked at the lock on the cell, then down at her hands. She screamed when she realized that her gloves were gone.
Finn flinched slightly at the girl's scream. "Hey, don't worry. It'll be alright." He told her as calmly as he could, smiling so she knew he was friendly. "My name is Finn. What's your name?"