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Dec 04, 2010 16:24

*Someone got out of his restraints. And someone decided to use their injuries to create art. The interior of Tim's room is now splattered with blood and gore, the bed torn into pieces, the shackles hanging from the ceiling. On the wall directly across from the door is painted:

/p|0 \@!; b; |l@s;
[totheark]In blood that's slowly dripping down the ( Read more... )

c: elle driver, c: terezi pyrope, totheark, where is my jacket?, c: ellis, c: santana, cypher, blood painting, c: naoto shirogane

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defiant_eye December 5 2010, 03:31:19 UTC
[Clonk. Clonk. Clonk.

Clonk. Clonk.

Clonk.

BAM!

...in case you were wondering, that is the the sound of an angry assassin finally tearing apart her bed, ripping off the padding in her wall and coming across a ventilation shaft through which an escape into the next room is possible.

And that was your ventilation grille. Hope you weren't too attached to it somehow. ]

...Huh.

[ She didn't expect the decoration to be quite so... interesting. ]

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timisnotme December 5 2010, 03:40:45 UTC
*He doesn't react. Because he's been drugged into oblivion and is tied to a new bed.*

Visiting hours? Did you bring my cigarettes?

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defiant_eye December 5 2010, 03:54:27 UTC
Sorry. Fresh out.

[ She leans over him. ]

Wow. Somebody's been hit up good.

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timisnotme December 5 2010, 04:05:50 UTC
*Giggle* You should tryyyyyy it.

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defiant_eye December 5 2010, 04:08:14 UTC
Maybe later.

[ She pats him on the chest and turns away to go about searching the walls for whatever padded tile the ventilation shaft may be hidden behind. ]

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timisnotme December 5 2010, 04:13:06 UTC
Lemme up?

Please please please?

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defiant_eye December 5 2010, 04:39:06 UTC
[ She ignores him while searching for her escape route.

After a while she determines that the next shaft is just below the ceiling above Tim's bed.

She climbs onto the bedframe and rips off the padding, then gets to work on the grid. ]

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timisnotme December 5 2010, 04:48:55 UTC
Hey hey hey!!

G'off.

*He squirms trying to knock her off the bed.*

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defiant_eye December 5 2010, 04:53:04 UTC
What the--

[ She braces herself and holds onto the grille.

Unfortunately she's already managed to loosen it enough so that her weight tears it down, causing both of them to fall and crash onto Tim's bed... or Tim, as it were. ]

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timisnotme December 5 2010, 04:57:58 UTC
*He's drugged. But not enough for a metal grate falling onto his broken ribs to be painless. He cries out in pain and writhes more*

Fuckfuckfuck. What the hell????

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defiant_eye December 5 2010, 05:00:17 UTC
Sssssssshhhhhhhhhhh. Damn it.

[ She jumps up from his bed and looks out into the corridor.

No doctor in sight.

She breathes a sigh of relief. ]

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timisnotme December 5 2010, 05:10:24 UTC
The hell??

When we get outta this.. Gonna. . Gonna...

*He'll do SOMETHING. Right now he'll pass out from a combo of pain and drugs*

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defiant_eye December 5 2010, 05:40:35 UTC
[ One she's made sure that Tim didn't alarm the personnel she returns to his original request and undoes the straps.

It's not so much charity as it is hoping he will create just a little more trouble for whoever is in charge on the long run, though admittedly it doesn't look like he's currently up for creating much of anything.

She briefly considers attempting to wake him, then decides that it's not worth her time and climbs onto the bed and into the air duct. ]

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timisnotme December 5 2010, 10:43:44 UTC
*Freeeeeedooooommmmmmmmmmm. Or it will be when he wakes up anyway. The freedom to ... be really really injured. yay.*

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