Salmook grunts. Why can't he go home? Every time someone answers one of his questions, it just brings up more. He's more than willing to jump the jabby-girl and boy. The only thing stopping him is the thought that Salmook could get jabbed again. He puffs up his chest to make himself as big as possible.
"No go room! No go!"
(little man is throwing a tantrum ❤️)
(Pfft)
(Child if you don’t want to get jabbed again you need to ✨cooperate✨)
Sylvia narrows her eyes. “I’m gonna count to three, kid. You better be heading to your room by then.”
Lucas interrupts Sylvia. “Hey— let’s not be so aggressive, Sylvia. He’s just a kid…”
(Lucas my mom said the exact same thing to me when I was a kid cmon)
(BAHAHAHAHA yes but I’m pretty sure your mom wasn’t going to stick a tranq dart in your neck)
Salmook sticks his tongue out.
"Me can count passed up three! Salmook count to-"
He pauses, and he takes a moment to look down at his hands. He twitches his fingers, as though he's counting them, although he's clearly counting some fingers more than once.
"Salmook count to eleventy-six!"
( > yes but I’m pretty sure your mom wasn’t going to stick a tranq dart in your neck)
(Bet /j)
Tseth makes sure Daphne can walk, before moving to the hallway where the rooms are. He’d rather not stay to watch the kid and Sylvia fight it out. He looks down at Daphne, speaking so only she can hear. “I’m going to try and find a way out of this place.”
Sylvia pulls out her tranquilizer gun again, staring at Salmook. Lucas takes it from her and throws it on the ground, glaring at Sylvia. “We are not tranquilizing the poor boy, Sylvia.”
Daphne looks up at Tseth, then speaks in a hushed tone. “Are you sure that’s a good idea-? There’s probably some creepy shit they did to the place to keep us from getting out.”
(I can’t type fast enough 😔)
(Pat pat)
(ok how does every single roleplay end up being mostly us three? I get null not replying much because blaze is locked in her room, but where has M been all day-)
(We are all chronically online compared to literally anyone else we’re in rps with pretty much)
(We’re just our own little rp squad at this point)
(Not only that, but I only have short periods I can be online.)
(aggressive feral screeching)
(. . .)
(Why?)
(It’s called politely poking a chat because you responded an hour ago and you’re impatient as hell—)
(It's also called "I feel like I've been responding way too much, so as much as I love my little goofy goober, I should probably give someone else a chance-")
( it wasn’t really directed towards a certain person but I did respond directly to someone and again I’m way too impatient for this )
(What am I supposed to narrate, the goofy aah snoring that any author gives their characters?)
(crying noises Jesus I’ll stop then-)
Tseth sighs and looks down the hall. “I don’t know, but I’d rather find out than idly wait for weeks to find out what’s in store at the end.”
(see that’s what I was poking the chat for you melted fudgesicles)
Daphne looks down. “Fair enough. I wonder why they just kidnapped a bunch of random people for the sake of this thing…”
(im sorry i wasn’t sure if stubs wanted to respond or not)
“All I know is it probably isn’t good.” Tseth slows down walking a bit. “Do you know which room is yours?” He looks around the hallway a bit.
Daphne looks around, then sighs. “Nope.”
Lucas suddenly appears in the hallway, as if on command. “I’ll help you guys find your rooms, if you want-“
Salmook he grumbles at the jabby girl. Why did Tseth and his friend listen to the jabby-people? They want to go home, too, right?
Salmook spits at her, and he looks around for anything he could use as a weapon. The chairs are too heavy, and the table? Forget it. He reaches for his other pocket, but there's nothing there.
"Salmook not go. Why should listen to jabby-girl?"
He crosses his arms and pouts again. He's not going anywhere without a fight.