I won't ever be your cornerstone
Who: Matthew Patel, Todd Ingram, Lucas Lee
Where: Oh we didn't discuss this. I guess we can just say somewhere in the vicinity of Suite 22. Lucas's room, maybe?
When: Monday morning
Summary: WHOOPS Matthew gets into another trap and Todd and Lucas experience their first.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Sumbody dyin'. Also mentions of Matthew's gross eyes and possibly descriptions of death by spikes? This icon is awesome and has nothing to do with this log
The first thing Matthew realized when he woke up was that he was no longer near Lucas.
The second thing that he realized was that he was no longer in bed.
He wished he could see. He had never wished so desperately for sight in his life, in fact. He pushed himself weakly into a sitting position, still sore all over even after Patchouli's masterful application of magical healing, and he ran his hands hesitantly over the slick, familiar tile floor. Okay. So he was on the floor somewhere. He stretched a leg out and found himself met with what felt like a strong metal bar, which was...strange. A slightly firmer kick confirmed that, and he reached out with his arms and found the same resistance. Gripping the bars, he felt his way up them, to where there were a series of heavy locks attached to some sort of door--
Oh.
Oh god, no.
Almost instantly, his throat began to close. Was this another trap...?! He couldn't...no. There was no way he could survive this. Not after what had happened yesterday. Feeling around frantically for another way out and met only with more solid bars on all sides, Matthew weakly closed his fingers around them and tried to shake them loose. Nothing. They were firmly in place. He was stuck in a tiny cell.
"H-help...HELP!!!" Maybe someone would come if he shouted? Maybe they could get in this time...!
Where: Oh we didn't discuss this. I guess we can just say somewhere in the vicinity of Suite 22. Lucas's room, maybe?
When: Monday morning
Summary: WHOOPS Matthew gets into another trap and Todd and Lucas experience their first.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Sumbody dyin'. Also mentions of Matthew's gross eyes and possibly descriptions of death by spikes? This icon is awesome and has nothing to do with this log
The first thing Matthew realized when he woke up was that he was no longer near Lucas.
The second thing that he realized was that he was no longer in bed.
He wished he could see. He had never wished so desperately for sight in his life, in fact. He pushed himself weakly into a sitting position, still sore all over even after Patchouli's masterful application of magical healing, and he ran his hands hesitantly over the slick, familiar tile floor. Okay. So he was on the floor somewhere. He stretched a leg out and found himself met with what felt like a strong metal bar, which was...strange. A slightly firmer kick confirmed that, and he reached out with his arms and found the same resistance. Gripping the bars, he felt his way up them, to where there were a series of heavy locks attached to some sort of door--
Oh.
Oh god, no.
Almost instantly, his throat began to close. Was this another trap...?! He couldn't...no. There was no way he could survive this. Not after what had happened yesterday. Feeling around frantically for another way out and met only with more solid bars on all sides, Matthew weakly closed his fingers around them and tried to shake them loose. Nothing. They were firmly in place. He was stuck in a tiny cell.
"H-help...HELP!!!" Maybe someone would come if he shouted? Maybe they could get in this time...!