Author Topic: Destined for insanity (Read 10887 times)

Setcho · « **Reply #345 on:** September 10, 2015, 10:43:13 AM »

-setcho

*kept at the back of the group, daydreaming almost among the situation*

Angder · « **Reply #346 on:** September 10, 2015, 10:46:12 AM »

Fout shakes his head. "no gaurds not one." Fout clutches his head suddenly. "Playing, they are playing with us. Just like always." Fout starts to stumble towards the kitchens, going in the same direction he headed in earlier. Paying no head to the conversation behind him.

Cifero Windtail · « **Reply #347 on:** September 10, 2015, 11:33:39 AM »

Cifero listened carefully, trying to determine the source of the yelling.

Quoth The Raven · « **Reply #348 on:** September 10, 2015, 07:09:31 PM »

Quoth's head snapped up. "Huh?" Their eyes dilated as they returned from their thoughts. "Yelling?" They listened closely. "It could be a trap. Audio recording." They pointed to their ear and listened closely.

Angder · « **Reply #349 on:** September 10, 2015, 07:50:35 PM »

Fout clutches his head, and continues stagger, going round a corner and out of sight of everyone except Geoff.

Jacob Hail · « **Reply #350 on:** September 10, 2015, 08:03:59 PM »

Jacob continued to yell, but dtopped and realized his efforts were usless. Nobody was coming. This realization made him both angry and nervous craning his head around to see if he could see anything in the room. His ear brushed against something and he did his best to look up at it, spotting, out of the corner of his eye, a scalpel jammed into the table. The fox's heart began to race as he found his way out, twisting his neck up to clamp his jaws around the handle, pivoting it back and forth slowly until it popped free from the slit in the table before repositioning it in his mouth and aiming it down at his hand. Bringing his head up as far as he could, he spit it forward, the blade stabbed into his palm. The pain was forth the freedom though, and he was able to grab ahold of the scalpel and start to saw at the binds.

Angder · « **Reply #351 on:** September 10, 2015, 08:11:18 PM »

((question for moonwolf. Who is controlling the asylum OOC?))

moonwolf101 · « **Reply #352 on:** September 10, 2015, 08:16:56 PM »

(( I draw a lot of evil or creepy furries. So one of the evil furs I drew awhile back. Though it will be awhile til he appears, possibly))

Cifero Windtail · « **Reply #353 on:** September 11, 2015, 02:26:16 AM »

Cifero listens carefully, then finds the door to Jacob's room and knocks. "Hello in there?" he asked aloud.

Jacob Hail · « **Reply #354 on:** September 11, 2015, 02:40:22 AM »

Jacob was busy sawing away at the leather strap, almost making it through when he heard a knock at the door and a voice. His ears perked for a moment before flattening, trying to hurry so he could prepare himself for whoever was there. With one final slice he was able to pull his hand free, quickly undoing the other belt across his hands and rolling off the table, ducking behind it and holding the scalpel at the ready.

Cifero Windtail · « **Reply #355 on:** September 11, 2015, 02:46:30 AM »

Cifero sighed and quickly checked the door for traps, then slowly pushed it open, crouching down into a sneaking position.

Farewell · « **Reply #356 on:** September 11, 2015, 02:50:35 AM »

Zaida followed cifero, since it was the furry she somewhat trusted although slithered like a snake

Jacob Hail · « **Reply #357 on:** September 11, 2015, 03:48:31 AM »

Jacob could hear the door opening, his ears twitches as the sound of people coming in, his hand tightly gripping the blade. "Whoever you are, stay back." He growled, keeping himself still crouched behind the table.

Cifero Windtail · « **Reply #358 on:** September 11, 2015, 03:54:39 AM »

Cifero stopped short, then held up his hands. "We're not going to hurt you," he said, taking a step towards the location the noise had come from.

Jacob Hail · « **Reply #359 on:** September 11, 2015, 04:02:00 AM »

"I wake up strapped to a table and youre the first person that comes in here, you think Im going to take your word for anything? Im not going to warn you again, stay. Back." The fox listened carefully, trying to pinpoint which side of the table the person was moving to.