☢SEVEN
My name is Elektra Natachios. I'm here with a man named Crowley, Deadpool, a young boy, and the corpse of a female castle resident. We're being held prisoner by someone who is trying to force us to work for her. I haven't heard her name yet. We're in the process of escaping but, we need help from the outside.
--Young boy!? I'm sixteen! And my name's Julian--
...Anyone who thinks of me as a friend, disregard this.
Dude you're jailbait! Shut up!
"Jailbait"? At least I'm not a homo-fag who runs around in an equally faggy costume!
Just bang their heads together repeatedly. I'm sure it'll work eventually.
What- WHAT?! There's nothing wrong my costume! ...And I'm not gay!
You look like a ladybug threw up on you, Homopool.
Enough. Both of you think of something useful you've noticed about her. If I hear anything more about Deadpool's costume, I'm... [a pause] Crowley! She's outside the door! Move!
Geez... Now I'm really mad. Just what do you think you're doing?
[the sound of a calm but annoyance-tinted tone rings forth over the voices of the hostages, almost immediately after followed by the familiar screeching, metallic sound heard over the journals earlier in the week. There's a loud sound of rushing wind followed by some pained grunts--and then an immense shredding sound right before all noise abruptly cuts off]
(ooc. riful plot. )
--Young boy!? I'm sixteen! And my name's Julian--
...Anyone who thinks of me as a friend, disregard this.
Dude you're jailbait! Shut up!
"Jailbait"? At least I'm not a homo-fag who runs around in an equally faggy costume!
Just bang their heads together repeatedly. I'm sure it'll work eventually.
What- WHAT?! There's nothing wrong my costume! ...And I'm not gay!
You look like a ladybug threw up on you, Homopool.
Enough. Both of you think of something useful you've noticed about her. If I hear anything more about Deadpool's costume, I'm... [a pause] Crowley! She's outside the door! Move!
Geez... Now I'm really mad. Just what do you think you're doing?
[the sound of a calm but annoyance-tinted tone rings forth over the voices of the hostages, almost immediately after followed by the familiar screeching, metallic sound heard over the journals earlier in the week. There's a loud sound of rushing wind followed by some pained grunts--and then an immense shredding sound right before all noise abruptly cuts off]
(ooc. riful plot. )