F O X O I
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{ mood :: confused } { tagged :: shay } { thinking :: ...huh? }
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{ mood :: confused } { tagged :: shay } { thinking :: ...huh? }
- Foxoi blinked up at her, his eyes bleak and uncertain. He wasn't exactly sure what to say, but he was the leader; he had to make a plan. But this was hard.
First, we have to work out if the others are here. Then we can figure out where we are, and then finds way to get out.
He spoke with a level of assurance that was higher than he felt,but he knew that what he'd just said was true. The problem was working out how to do all those things.
Foxoi, upon an impulse, lay back on his bunk and rolled over, so that his back was to Shay and he was facing the cold metal wall. He raised a hand and, hesitating slightly, knocked softly once, twice, three times. He didn't know who was on the opposite side of this wall or how thick it was. But maybe, just maybe, it would work and his friends would be through the wall.
Please let this work... please, please let this work...
As always happened when he was desperate, his body temperature rose, and his knuckles, as they brushed against the metal, made little dents. Not because he was super-strong, just because his hands were so hot that they softened the metal enough to imprint it. Foxoi smiled to himself. He listened hard.
We know you're out there,
He shouted to the mystery person outside. If they could hear him, if they came in... He exchanged glances with Shay. He knew her so well, Foxoi just hoped that she understood what he was trying to say. If someone comes in, we attack. Try and get out. He crossed the room as quietly as he could and stood behind the metal door, holding his breath.
GU A R D
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{ mood :: uncertain } { tagged :: nobody } { thinking :: should I.... }
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{ mood :: uncertain } { tagged :: nobody } { thinking :: should I.... }
The guard was young. He hadn't actually been working at this place for long; it had been a quick thing, a job he'd taken just to earn some money and pass the time until he could become a proper soldier. He had been given his orders. Don't open the doors- these kids are dangerous. They're crazy. Do. Not. Let. Them. Out. Understood?
The guard had said yes, he understood, but right now... he was tired and bored. He'd been working too long. And he'd seen them come in, too. The guys in the cells didn't look dangerous, they looked... he didn't know... small. Weak. Unassuming. Maybe it was because they had been knocked out, but when he'd dragged that kid- the one with the weirdly hot skin- into the cell- he hadn't looked dangerous at all. More like a young child, being unfairly treated. How would he like to be knocked out and drugged, just because... the guard didn't even know why they had been brought. So when he heard the call from inside, he crossed the coridoor and opened the door.
Okay!







