Murder Game II: The Watchful Eyes

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"Whoa, whoa, okay! Okay, don't pass out, please! That'd be really bad!" Aoko exclaimed, trying to keep Garland conscious so she could make sure he was still alive, "We don't have to talk if you don't wanna! Please, just stay awa--"

"Huh? What... Who's there?!" Aoko asked suspiciously, eyeing the door. If it was one of the guys who captured them all, he was probably here to continue the torture. Or start it, whatever. If it wasn't one of the guys... did this mean one of the survivors managed to escape?! If so, this escapee might be able to free her and Garland! But alas, she shan't keep her hopes up just yet. There was a fine line between optimism and naivety, after all.
"Identify!" (UGH, horrible, srry, x3)
 
A blonde man got behind Eric, sticking a syringe to the neck of the junkie. "Not exactly my type, but for today I'll take it". Buffalo Bill placed Eric over his shoulders and dropped him inside the hole where Leona was staying, freezing with the hypothermia. One of the ribs of Eric broke with the fall. He felt cold by the inches of dirty cold water floating around with them.
Eric slowly came to an ebbing in his chest,he rubbed over where the rib was once intact. A bruse was starting. Eric sat up fast coughing, his chest ripped with pain from the broken rib. He doubled over for a moment, " Son of a bitch this hurts." He looked around sitting up slowly looking around seeing a girl. "Where are we?" Eric's voice soft in his question.

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*She is standing the water holding her self while shivering, her skin pale and teeth clattering. She pays no attention to him as she makes energy choices right now* S-so c-cold....
 
He yelled again, knocking harder on the door "Identify, or be assimilated!" He tried to figure out who was behind the door, more for his safety than theres.
@Verite
 
The Bad was curious about the projector. The odd device was way ahead of his time and it was simply too interesting to ignore. He approached the object and turned it on once again. Doctor Killjoy showed up again, holding his hands behind his body. "Are my services required, Mr. Angel Eyes?". The bad grinned. "No, I just wanted to take a look at you". He moved his hands horizontally, crossing the image of Killjoy as the ghost he was. "Remarkable!", the bad said. Killjoy was excited. "You haven't seen everything, Angel Eyes". Killjoy flew across the room. The Bad ran to the door, closing it. The movement of Killjoy around the room caused a little piece of the ceiling to fall in the hands of Aoko. Killjoy stopped moving, standing still in front of angel eyes. "Why did you closed the door?". The bad smiled before replying. "I don't trust you. And the door was already closed, I just locked it electronically". The bad turned the projector off again and got back to the wall.
 
The Mad Hatter was back near the cells. He lurked in the shadows, red hair reflecting in the night and a chilling grin stretched across his face. He had made Raven teleport him back.

After all, he was curios. Curious was bad, yes, bad; it led to questions which leads to answers which leads to question and trouble and discovery and-

The Hatter looked at the prisoners on the other sides of the bars. He grinned, wiggling his monstrous eyebrows.

"'Ello!"
 
Eric made his way to the girl, "Come here." He said his voice kind. He wanted to help, and she needed the help. It was cold and dark. Eric slipped on a bone but caught himself before he hit the ground, "I'm almost there doll."

He collapsed beside her. "Let me hold you."

@MrDubWubs
 
Eric made his way to the girl, "Come here." He said his voice kind. He wanted to help, and she needed the help. It was cold and dark. Eric slipped on a bone but caught himself before he hit the ground, "I'm almost there doll."

He collapsed beside her. "Let me hold you."

@MrDubWubs
*Leona slowly lowers herself into his hold. She was ice cold and still shivering with the occasional chattering of her teeth*
 
The Bad was curious about the projector. The odd device was way ahead of his time and it was simply too interesting to ignore. He approached the object and turned it on once again. Doctor Killjoy showed up again, holding his hands behind his body. "Are my services required, Mr. Angel Eyes?". The bad grinned. "No, I just wanted to take a look at you". He moved his hands horizontally, crossing the image of Killjoy as the ghost he was. "Remarkable!", the bad said. Killjoy was excited. "You haven't seen everything, Angel Eyes". Killjoy flew across the room. The Bad ran to the door, closing it. The movement of Killjoy around the room caused a little piece of the ceiling to fall in the hands of Aoko. Killjoy stopped moving, standing still in front of angel eyes. "Why did you closed the door?". The bad smiled before replying. "I don't trust you. And the door was already closed, I just locked it electronically". The bad turned the projector off again and got back to the wall.
"?" Aoko blinked briefly as the small piece of ceiling landed in her hands, surprised as it seemed to have broken her handcuffs from the impact. Glancing uneasily at The Bad and watching him make his way back to the wall, she eyed the projector carefully, before deciding to make a move.

Well... here goes nothing.

Bolting right up as fast as she could, Aoko dashed over to the projector and smashed it into the projector!

I really hope this guy knows what he's doing!
 
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In a millisecond, Aoko had broke the projector. It all happened too fast. The Bad tried to shoot her, but it was too late now. Yellow smoke came out of the projector, taking possession of the body of the Bad. "Yeeees! I can... Feel again! I can touch and smell things, taste the air! I missed it so much!"

@Verite @Gadwall7
 
He shook his head, "Please, Katarina, just one, for me, give it a shot. That's all I ask." Adam smiled, innocent yet loving, at his lover, "C'mon, you're gunna catch a draft standing there. Sit on the bed with me?"
This man really just wouldn't give up on that idea of a real relationship.
But no matter how hard he tried, she wasn't interested in anything like that at all. Adam was just at the right place on the right time when she wanted to... do things.
And she had to admit, he was pretty damn good at those things, but a person like her just wasn't the kind to go into permanent commitments.

"I'm not interested, Adam." she said.

If she had to be honest with herself, the floor was pretty hard to sit on, and she knew that the bed was probably ten times better.
Plus, the two had just shared a very, very intimate moment, so what harm would there be in sitting beside the man for a while.

"Alright, alright, fine..." she mumbled while getting up and sitting beside Adam.
 
In a millisecond, Aoko had broke the projector. It all happened too fast. The Bad tried to shoot her, but it was too late now. Yellow smoke came out of the projector, taking possession of the body of the Bad. "Yeeees! I can... Feel again! I can touch and smell things, taste the air! I missed it so much!"

@Verite @Gadwall7
"H-Huh?!" Aoko jumped in surprise as the yellow smoke possessed The Bad. Looking at him, she backed against a wall, "Err... Mr. Killjoy? That's you? I didn't you know you were some sort of spirit. Well, I mean... just as long as you'll help us like you said, I won't really mind. I mean, heck, I'd accept help from even a vampire or something at this point," she said, making her way over to Garland and doing her best to free him.

@Gadwall7
 
If she had to be honest with herself, the floor was pretty hard to sit on, and she knew that the bed was probably ten times better.
Plus, the two had just shared a very, very intimate moment, so what harm would there be in sitting beside the man for a while.

"Alright, alright, fine..." she mumbled while getting up and sitting beside Adam.
Adam mewled in delight, shortly before resting his head against her lap, looking up against her emerald hues, interlocking his fingers against her own, "So, I know you're not interested in all, but..." A pause. He WAS going to say something important, but he totes forgot, "... Did you know your lap is really comfortable?" A tiny grin met her gaze, snuggling up against her belly. She felt a slight tingle as his lips kissed her bellybutton, yawning, "I'm kinda tired."

His hair felt soft and he still had a hint of that AXE bodyspray from a few days ago...

Adam cooed, her lap was pretty friggin' comfortable, "Can you, uhm, rub my hair?"
 
In a millisecond, Aoko had broke the projector. It all happened too fast. The Bad tried to shoot her, but it was too late now. Yellow smoke came out of the projector, taking possession of the body of the Bad. "Yeeees! I can... Feel again! I can touch and smell things, taste the air! I missed it so much!"

@Verite @Gadwall7
Garland struggles in his bonds.

"Aoko! Set me free! Quickly!"

He is very unsure about Killjoy. He wants to be ready for a fight.
 
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