The End? V.2 ( Hetalia Rp )

[.Yin.]

Yao looked stunned. That had worked? Thank God. Shakily, he released his still bleeding shoulder and bent down. He let out a sigh before he picked up the boy. Still shaking, he thought he knew what to do. Well, the obvious thing was to free his friends and go. Though that wouldn't be possible with all these 2Ps crawling around. Perhaps he could disguise himself? Or maybe just take Paul as a hostage? No... These nuts might not care. Now... He had no clue what his 2P looked like. He'd make something up and think of an excuse. Grabbing a knife from one of the trays he bit his bottom lip before he cut his hair. Now it about was length. Damn, it felt weird. He proceeded to pick up Paul and prop him up in the chair, locking him in. There. Pocketing the knife he turned and left the room.



Flavio let out a over-dramatic sigh. He had to go all the way back? With a moan he turned heel and trotted off, hurrying this time. He arrived back shortly with said blanket, handing it to her. He came back just in time to hear the end of 'mothers' speech. He jumped as the scream reached his ears too. He almost tripped over his own feet to stand beside his 'mama'. That's when he saw a Chinese man round the corner. Who was that? He raised a brow at the man, giving he woman a nudge to point him out.

[Dethuma]

((Bump))

[katie;]

(( Bump! ;w; ))

[yatty]

(I'm so sorry for not posting for a while everyone! Now that all my school projects are done I'll be on more.)

Alfred F. Jones
Alfred gazed outside the cell he was ensnared in to Charlotte, wiping a smudge from his cheek as he looked concernedly around. "If you had one person that'd be okay to hate it'd be Allen, Char. You are strong, these guys aren't as strong as they put themselves up to be. If they pick fights with us to save their own skins... they aren't as tough as they seem to be." Alfred was sure once he got out of this cell he'd give that 2p a million punches right in the face just for Charlotte. He didn't really care if he got socked back. Alfred didn't share any of that information out loud though. The counterparts probably wouldn't be too happy with him. The blonde gritted his teeth as Josephine approached, lifting his own head heroically as she glared down at him, pinkish purple eyes ablaze. The American blinked at her words as he sat back against the bars and went mute for the time being. He did feel the tiniest pinch of guilt and sympathy when it came to what these counterparts had to do to survive each day and keep their loved ones safe. Though if they were willing to hurt the people he found companionship in, he didn't want anything to do with a deal like that. Alfred stood from where he stayed locked in the dim lighting of his cell and observed the scene playing out outside the steel bars. A scarf? That had to be a secret code name for something evil. Like spies used. Though it probably wasn't, Alfred figured, he tend to over react and make up these absurd things for no reason. Alfred looked up to Flavio as he he wished him luck, offering a weak smile in return and a whispered '"thank you." The blue eyed nation looked to Charlotte and wound his hands around the bars, clenching the metal in a thick fist. The stubborn blonde banged his head against the bars as close as he could to try and see what was happening. The blue eyed man saw what Allen and Ella in their little "tango", punches and kicks were being thrown everywhere. Alfred smirked as he saw that the girl had dodged every attack that Allen had tried to put on her. He knew that Ella was unstoppable, she was probably one of the strongest people Alfred knew. She could handle Allen easily. The American's heart pounded in his chest as he saw that Allen had somehow grabbed a hold of the daring girl's arm when she wasn't looking. "Stop!" He intervened with a unfaltering look of malice in the direction of Allen, cowlick slicked back to his head and hair a mess due to the conditions they were all left in. Seriously, he felt like burning that stupid bat of his. The blunt American looked worriedly in the direction of the two as they conversed in low tones, from where he stood he saw how dead set Ella looked as she whispered strongly to the brute. None to soon Josephine laid a hand on his counterpart's shoulder and the other obeyed to what 'mother' had to say. The brunette hadn't let go of her arm as if he expected her to try and run away, though instead he pulled another pair of handcuffs from his pockets and forced the girl's wrists out, the device 'clinking' in approval as it was put on. Alfred listened from his cell the speech Josephine had given. She had some solid points the American agreed to. You should always protect your family no matter the cost. Alfred almost wanted to give them credit for all they do for each other, but what were they going to do to them? What information do they want? Information that will only help them find the rest of the countries and possibly lock them up too? Or information about their homes, to mess and kidnap their people? Alfred huffed and pressed his forehead to the bars of his cell. For now all they could do is go along with the counterparts and 'mother'. The blonde looked up from his standing point- jolting as he heard a distinct scream and a thud. The wide blue eyed man turned his head and saw Yao, nearing the corner. "Y-!" He stopped himself just in time, not wanting to send the 2ps after the man. Yao's shoulder was bleeding. Oh god, what were they doing to him?

Allen F. Jones
The 2p shot a gaze toward Alfred upon his view towards the counterparts. 'Us? Not strong? We'll see how long that 'hero' makes it out in here, and we'll show him what 'tough' really is.' The 2p glared haughtily in the other's direction as if to give him a warning before turning arrogantly back around. Allen and Charlotte kept walking in direction of the other rooms in brief silence except for the chilling drag of his weapon at his very side, and of course the constant whining of the other counterparts. 'When will they just shut up? We've got a job to do here, maybe if they just handed over the information we needed we all could get this sorted out much more easily.' He muttered gruff insults under his breath about the prisoners, gritting his teeth as he passed a few of the dirty cells. 'And much more painless.' It took a ton of work having to lug them all here without getting noticed, and they were even more annoying now that they were awake. So much effort to carry about the strict regulations of their orders... 'Maybe I wouldn't be in such a bad mood if I didn't have to work with these dumbasses.' The dark lidded man frowned as he brooded, bloody red eyes looking down the flickering hallways toward the torture rooms. Allen's ruby eyes gazed downwards toward the girl as she asked him a question, quirking a hostile brow and fixed the dark black pair of sunglasses that rested on the crown of his head. "Huh. Like I'd tell you classified information like that. Keep dreamin'." Allen dismissed with a false hearty chuckle. It mostly just sounded like a growl. The delinquent grinned at Charlotte's statement, his mood almost changing in a second from bitter to joyous. "I know ways to get you all to talk. Many ways, don't you worry. Me and my buddies all have our own little tricks. We're pros, I've dealt with matters like this for years." The dark haired counterpart explained pridefully, the red star on his bomber jacket haunting. The brunette knew all the ways to get people to crack, he'd been dealing with such objective's his whole life. As long as he could remember. It was kind of like some sort of dark science problem, if that made sense. What were they afraid of? What did they fear the most? What is their biggest desire? You use all this to your advantage and soon enough your target would break, which means you'd get all the information you'd need. Some would call it a dark skill and act, but Allen thought of it as a useful talent. He'd threaten and take away, destroy and create to get any piece of vital information he needed. Yes, the brunette has seen some pretty horrible things in his lifetime. Seeing someone's life fall apart in front of them, watching how nothing else matters to them anymore... It was considered normal to them now. Seeing people die was even normal. The crimson eyed American snapped away from his fighting thoughts as he drifted his gaze down to the hazel eyed girl as she spoke softly again, apologizing for her actions. The brunette jerked his head up and down hesitantly to form a small nod, not used to such an action from one of his prisoners. Maybe it's because when your treated like dirt, you act like dirt. Though Allen never ever thought of it that way, to say the least. It was nice to be treated like a real human for at least a bit. The brunette rushed past Charlotte then, the very opportunity at a brawl making a full on grin take over his face. The American now held Ella's arm in a death grip, bat raised as he glared fixedly down at the young woman. Allen only smirked as the girl tried to escape his strong grasp, brows raised in irritation. He let the girl talk, the dog tags left around his neck gleaming as he stayed silent, ever present overconfident smile on his features. Allen listened as she described Alfred, his stubborn scowl on his face as she told of how she'd do anything for the American. The red eyed brute narrowed his eyes as Ella became a bit embarrassed. She didn't look like the type who'd be embarrassed easily. The brown haired man listened to her minor love confession, grunting obnoxiously in response to her mumble. Allen looked to Charlotte as Ella began to tell him of all the things she'd do for her. She looked like she was ready to cry. The bomber jacket sported man looked down to Ella once more as she finished her speech, clenching his teeth at her response. Not many knew of their daily lives, no one really took any account to it. Many couldn't know or didn't really ever find out about what they have all been through. Allen knew what these countries and states have all been through, though if he had to do what he was meant to do to protect the ones he wanted to protect, then he'd do it. The brunette felt a light touch of a hand on his shoulder, and let his bat down to rest by his side, his arm was starting to hurt from holding it so long. "Will do." He answered Josephine courteously as he shoved a hand back into the pockets of his bomber jacket and pulled out another pair of hand cuffs by the chain. Without removing his grip the man bolted the device in place on Ella's arms, turning his ruby gaze towards mother. Her eyes were almost dead-like, broken, utterly broken as a tear slid down her pale cheek. The brunette immediately remembered how he had first found her... "don't give up just yet sweet heart... the fun's only just begun for you." It was like it only happened yesterday... Allen looked to Josephine, expression almost gone and eyes glasslike. Allen felt vexation fill his very being as he glanced down the hall accusingly. Who had done this to her? That idiot of a counterpart of his? The red eyed man watched as she wrapped the red scarf around her neck. He blinked softly as she explained to Ella exactly what their purpose was here, sharing the same look Josephine gave him as she looked over to him. They simply needed to protect each other, this is the only way they could. The only way they knew how, so that's what they did. Allen relaxed against mother's small embrace, gently resting an arm around her shoulder as her face pressed into his side. The brunette's eyes flared as he heard a sound behind them. A prisoner must have escaped.

[Black-Cat771]

The girl looked over to flavio and gave a weak nod. "Thank you dear ... That girl over there, Charlotte I believe it was, is the one who needs the blanket right now.." She then continued to let her head rest against Allen. " Ella, I'm sorry for your losses ... Your pain ... For everyone, really ... But if you were in our place ... There would be no difference ... If you were the one's who needed us for information, you know that you'd all capture us aswell, knowing just how reluctant we can be too." She murmured, closing her eyes. "Somewhere, someplace, maybe that's happening ... In another world like this one, who knows ... I certainly don't, but either way ... What I'm trying to say is - don't take too much of what we do here to heart." She was then silent for a bit, hearing a bit of a comotion down the hall. "... It looks like we need more medical kits stocked up ... I'll ask Lovino about the shipments later ... For now, we have work to do in the party room ..." She sighed softly and gently rubbed Allen's back soothingly, before letting go of the tall man and taking a step back. She had a feeling that some of the other's were curious about her request of the red scarf, and only gave a very small smile. "Red is my favorite colour ... It calms me ... Aswell as soft material, such as silk, it's relaxing ... It's also special to me, since I was given this for my birthday. I was feeling a bit overwelmed, so I thought this scarf would help to ileviate some of my stress, and help to calm my nerves so I don't fight or yell at anyone ... It's much more easier to speak when calm then it is when upset." She murmured, having looked up at Allens eyes for a brief moment when she noted her favorite colour was red. She then let her hands relax at her sides, her small smile fading back into a line. "It ... Might be best to get going now, before we're yelled at by a certain italian with a fluffy feathered hat.." She would never really say it outloud, but it was because of Allen that she loved the colour red.. Not due to blood or anything like that ... But because of the eyes she looked into that day all so long ago, and the red star on the jacket he wore.

[katie;]

Keeping her gaze locked with Alfred's for a few moments, Charlotte sighed quietly and shook her head lightly, a small frown tugging the corners of her lips downward. "Alfred, I can't. Despite all of the horrible things people have done to me in the past and continue to do to me, I can't bring myself to hate anyone. I can strongly dislike someone, but I can't go as far as hating someone. Though it's extremely hard sometimes, I desperately want to believe that there's a shred of goodness in everyone, even if it's the size of a grain of sand," she said quietly, choosing not to respond to the little tidbit about her being strong. Her, strong? No, that wasn't a valid statement. The girl only had mental strength to offer, but not physical strength. The only thing she was good for was coming up with complex plans and strategies, talk people out of doing things, and sometimes outsmart people. But maybe that's what he was referring to. If anyone could outsmart the second players or talk them down, it would be her... she would just have to figure out how. If that's what he was trying to get at, then he was right. Most of the second players seemed to just be huge brutes that lacked a proper thought process, or they just didn't have that much common sense. She, on the other hand, was one of the most intelligent people you'd ever meet, and though she had no backbone and low self esteem, she had confidence in herself that she could outsmart them somehow. Hence why she was being submissive and staying quiet - she wouldn't get anywhere if she acted without thinking of the consequences. Shaking her head a bit to dismiss her thoughts, she slowly turned her attention towards Allen. "Oh, uh... okay..." she trailed off quietly. The light brown haired girl listened to his next comment and shook her head, unable to believe him on that one. Of course, some of her friends have been through hell and back multiple times, and she knew that a couple of them would never break. Allen may have a lot of experience with getting information out of people, but her friends were stubborn, and they'd never talk. "I don't know, though. Most of them have way more of a backbone than I do, and they're less likely to crack, due to how stubborn they are..." she said in a very hushed tone, sighing quietly. Though it may be true, in the back of her mind, she knew that if some of them were threatened with one of their close friends, they'd snap and spill the information the second players wanted. Pushing those thoughts aside, she couldn't ignore the pain of her bruises and cuts any longer, and she looked like all she wanted was to crawl into a hole and die, since the rough handling she had received from Allen didn't help one bit. Glancing up at him hesitantly with her hazel eyes, she noticed that he seemed hesitant himself when he nodded in response to his apology. The American probably wasn't used to one of his prisoners apologizing to him and treating him like a decent human being, but she was trying to get on his good side. Anyways, she really did feel remorse for acting so awfully earlier, and she was sorry for her actions. Charlotte turned her gaze back down towards the floor, once again feeling like dirt. I should be used to feeling like dirt by now after years of people being awful to me... so why does it still take such a toll on my emotions? she thought sadly. Knowing that she couldn't do anything to break up what was going on between one of her closest friends and the hostile second player, she merely stood off to the side, trying not to cry as she kept her gaze glued to the floor. To be quite honest, she looked like a kicked, neglected puppy - both from the fact that she was about to cry, and all of the bruises and cuts littering her skin in various places. Now, all she really wanted to do was curl up into a ball and disappear, but she knew that was impossible. So without any further thoughts, she let herself start to cry again, shaking her head slightly as she did so. Josepine's response to Ella, however, kind of flared her emotions even more, so she lifted her tear-filled eyes to stare at her and Allen. "Did you just ignore everything she had to say or something?" she asked, raising her tone slightly as her voice shook like a leaf. "It doesn't matter why you guys were told to do this, and what your objectives are. I know you guys are protecting each other, and I have no clue what you guys go through each and every day, but it does not justify what you're doing to us! There's other ways to go about getting information from people, and this is not an accepted solution. You can't think that this is okay in the slightest bit. I don't know about everyone else, but if I were you guys, I wouldn't be able to live with myself for doing this to people that have no idea what you want, why they're here or anything like that. A lot of us would never stoop so low as to capture people and... and abuse them for information - I know I wouldn't. But it's hard not to take any of this to heart, because... Jesus Christ, just look at us. I desperately want to believe that you're all good people at heart, but it's so difficult when you guys treated me like a ragdoll while I was unconscious, and I feel more like a piece of dirt now than I have in my entire life. And believe me when I say this, I've felt like dirt my entire life, and I'm dead inside because of how people have treated me over the years. Seriously though, look at me. I'm crying like a child, and my entire body is covered with bruises and cuts. My friends are getting hurt because of you guys, too, and some of us are probably horrified whether they're showing it or not - myself included. This is just... so wrong!" she said, her voice shaking like a leaf the entire time due to how afraid she was for trying to get her point across and how much she was crying now. Like she did from time to time, she had slipped into a slight, barely there but still noticeable Canadian accent from how worked up and emotional she was getting. Lifting her hands up to her face, she hastily wiped away her tears, her hands shaking as she did so. It was pointless, though - she wasn't able to stop crying now that thoughts about how people treated her in the past resurfaced, and she was no longer able to hide how terrified she was. The light brown haired girl looked and felt so broken, and she could only hope that it would spark some kind of sympathy in one of them. Sighing shakily, she let her hands drop back down in front of her, her wrists still bound with the handcuffs that were painfully digging into her skin. Shaking her head slightly, she glanced back down at the floor, her body still shaking with sobs. "Just hurry up and get this whole torture thing over with," she said quietly, sniffling and falling silent for a few moments, before she decided to speak up again. "And I don't need or want a blanket." Listening to 'mother' talk about red and silk being her favorite things, she rolled her eyes ever so slightly, getting annoyed with this girl and how she acted. Taking in shaky, deep breaths, she played around with the handcuffs around her wrists, making it obvious that they were starting to hurt her even more.

(( Sorry if that went all over the place, I had to keep leaving to do something in the middle of typing, come back and hope that I was able to stay on track and pick up where I left off. Also, I apologize if I missed something. ))

[EllaAniMine]

Ella paused for a moment to absorb all that was going on. "Okay... Wait." She attempted to make a T for time out as best she could with bound hands. "Everybody just... Stop. Hold on. Please? Thank you." She paused to look at all of the 2ps that she could locate. "Allow me to repeat what I'm hearing. Is that okay? I sure hope so, because I'm going to do it. You guys..." She gestured to the 2ps. " You tracked us down, knocked us out, transported us to where I can only assume is far away from our homes, roughed us up, locked us in jail cells, and are prepared to injure and torture us, for information we may or may not know. Am I right so far? Okay... So, my question then becomes; Why wouldn't you just ask first?" It wasn't condescending or rude, but confusion. "I feel like this whole mess could have been avoided if you hadn't just assumed that you wouldn't immediately get the information you wanted. And what information do you even need? None of us have any idea! All we know is that you are hurting us and that, unfortunately, makes us none too excited to work with you. Now I don't know, maybe you all learned that the only way to handle your problems into jump straight to violence, but most people... They just, they don't respond well to that. I'm sorry, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but unfortunately you are going to get a big pile of nothing from this crew if this train wreck of a meeting keeps going the way it is." She shrugged noncommitally. "So, before you totally burn bridges why don't you try what might be more effective and ask for whatever it is you need or want straight out? I think we'll all try as hard as we can to help you out, but we might not even know what information you need. It's just... I think you're making it a lot harder on yourselves by going through all of the effort to make us angry with you before asking for what you want. Like, you are going about this all wrong, and... And you're doing a lot more work! Of course, you're not ALL at fault, we certainly could have made it easier. Some feathers have been ruffled, and I have to apologize. I acted very rudely and totally, totally did not need to take things as far as I did. And I'm sorry for it, I really am; I'm sure if you ask some of the other people here, that they will also say that there was a much better way they could have handled the situation. Why don't we all just... Take a breath and calm down a bit; take a step back. Then we'll come back to the topic with a new frame of mind and hopefully we can-" Ella never finished that statement. Her head was roughly jerked back by her hair and a cry of pain died on her lips.

"So... We're negotiating with the prisoners now?" Luciano whispered. He twined his fingers around the hair on Ella's head better and pulled harder, forcing Ella to bend back into an uncomfortable and unnatural position. "What did I tell you about talking so much, ragazza?" He posed the question to Ella. "You start running you trap and you just. don't. stop. Do you? You get yourself in trouble. It's really unattractive, what would your boyfriend think? Oh that's right, he does the same thing, doesn't he? Always going on and on about being the f***ing hero, or some other bull****."

"Welcome back." Ella croaked through a dry throat, so obviously in pain.

[Black-Cat771]

The girl stood there, a distant look in her eyes as she sighed ever so softly, looking off to the side. "we follow what orders are given ... if it were that simple, then perhaps it would be easier ... the point stands - all of us have someone who is higher then us .." she murmured, looking over sadly to Ella for a moment before looking to Luciano. "no, we aren't negotiating ... just a bit of chatting, questions, and a few answers ... there is no need to worry so much." she said softly, knowing better then to pat the man's head, as much as she wanted too.. usually she'd do that to the others, but with Luciano, he was more of the 'touch me and i stab you' type to her, and would rather not get attacked by one of her 'family'.

[Dethuma]

Paul looked up, his head hurt, and his felt the cold metal meet his skin.
"I knew I shouldn't have let that Old man get the best of me. He was probably lying about my 1p too." Paul told himself, he knew the others were busy, and probably already saw Yao by now. Paul's heart felt cold, he let someone who he didn't know have his trust and they betrayed him.

[yatty]

Alfred F. Jones
"You're right Charlotte, just don't worry much. We'll get out of here soon and find out a way to charge them for their crimes, and find out where or what they came from." The spontaneous blonde watched Charlotte from where he had stood behind the bars, wide blue eyes following the hazel eyed girl. She must be some kind of saint to be able to think like that about people who have wronged her so badly. Alfred liked to believe that as well, but when someone crosses the line, like if they hurt one of his friends he cared for, the blonde wasn't sure he'd ever forgive them. Maybe these 2ps did have a tiny sliver of pure goodness in them, if only they'd use that goodness to let them go, or at least tell them exactly what they were going to do with them stuck here. What information did they want? Was this all just a plot to take over their countries? The world? Alfred breathed lowly at the thought. It seemed like they were being controlled by a single person or authority that was giving them these orders. If they all learned whoever this person was they could take them down. Or, help might come in time as well. But Alfred knew he wanted to take this into his own hands and act bravely like a true hero, because there was a possibility help might not come in time. The American stared out the metal bars and looked to the 2p's with menacing eyes. What were they trying to get at? Maybe they held a secret from them. The blonde's lips thinned as he played around with the lock on his cell, trying to find anything that would grant him freedom once again. After karate chopping the hard steel for a few minutes the man saw it was no use, and held his throbbing hand once again before turning his weary gaze back to the collecting group outside. Alfred wondered what kind of business they wanted to get done at the "Party Room" they spoke of. The blonde man looked towards Allen and Josephine, seeing that Charlotte was now crying once again, and she was shaking considerably. Alfred wasn't surprised to see that she had burst out in anger at 'mothers' words. The American could see how terrified the young state was, and with all her anxiety building up at once it only meant for an explosion. Alfred wished he could find a way to escape his cell to be by the girl's side, knowing she needed some kind of comfort after everything she had been through. The blonde always disliked and hated the way others would treat Charlotte in her earlier days. She was completely right about what she had told Allen and Josephine. Alfred's starry blue eyes sharpened with certain danger as Ella's ponytail was yanked back in what Alfred could tell was not a very comfortable position. "Hey! Let her go!" The young man shouted, nails going white as he gripped the metal bars surrounding him. If Luciano dared to hurt a hair on Ella's head Alfred was sure to lose it.

Allen F. Jones
The red eyed delinquent looked to Charlotte as if she were being testy with him and narrowed his eyes. "Hmph. I can be pretty stubborn and demanding too, y'know. I guess we'll just see for ourselves who'll give in first." His laugh was crackly, like an old television set running out of juice. The brunette looked back to the girl again as she looked to the floor after her humble apology. Anyone else would have at least tried to form some sort of thank you for the considerate words but Allen simply wasn't too much used to using his manners, much less did he ever have the chance to actually thank someone for a good deed they did for him. It really was something out of the blue for him, as he was the one who should apologizing in the first place. But he didn't, because he never apologized. It was his job and his duty to lead his way through these orders he was given and complete them to the exact words he was given. Not to be all buddy buddy with a bunch of stupid subjects they had all captured. After Allen's 'tango' with Ella he now stood next to Josephine as she spoke softly to Ella, the bomber jacketed man's arm comfortably resting across her shoulder's as if to comfort her as well. If anyone dared to upset Josephine anymore he was sure they'd have to go through a few strikes of his bat first. Allen looked down the hall at Josephine's statement and saw a few drops of blood split across the concrete flooring. He looked down to Josephine as she took a step back and hoisted his bat to rest cleanly upon his broad shoulders, listening to Josephine as she spoke in her gentle and mother like tones. Allen hated it when she was upset. He figured she was reminiscing on her past, before he had found her all those years ago. The brunette knew how much of a difficult subject it was for Josephine, as he had learned all of the story of how Josephine had once cared for a young girl that was very special to her. Allen knew how much she loved the scarf Flavio had given to her as a gift, it was enough to calm her in situations where she felt pressured. He looked to Josephine as she mentioned her favorite color was red and quirked a small smile, eyes forlorn as he thought back to the day he had found her. The American looked up again once he noticed that Charlotte was now shivering in contorted anger. Allen was about to stomp over to her and teach her a lesson for talking back to Josephine and disrespecting her so suddenly, but he stood by and let the girl talk. He watched as she shakily wiped at her eyes and tried to grasp some self control. Allen could tell that due to how she was letting her emotions get in a flurry that she had slipped into a slight Canadian accent. It reminded him of his brother Matt. "We know it isn't the easiest thing to live with, but we do. If you cooperate, your friends won't get hurt. But they most likely will, if they keep their acts up. If you give us what we need, things'll go easy on everyone 'kay?" Allen said maliciously, deciding to go a bit more easy on the hazel eyed girl for now. Most likely the torture rooms were just for those who misbehaved, or just for fun really. Though Allen wasn't going to tell them that. The brunette went back to Charlotte and took place beside her to lead her to the Party Room along with Josephine before turning back to Ella. "Like we'd tell you here. I'm sure you wouldn't be so pleased to answer some of our questions," Allen smiled devilishly. "So, I'd advise we go to the Party Room to sort things out and retrieve what is rightfully ours. We'll get what we need from you bunch of idiots easily, no effort at all." The brunette bragged with a wave of his gloved hand before he heard Luciano rummage through the halls and drag Ella back by her ponytail. "You'd think I'd negotiate with these morons? Hell no. We're heading off to the Party Room Luciano, you should follow along with her." The man said, boots dragging once again down the hall and turning the corner, gloved hand opening the door to the Party Room.