Wwyd lemme type
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-Arcadia-[OP]
31.08.2020 03:28
Link-Arcadia-[OP]
31.08.2020 03:32
LinkYou're oc had just woke up and glanced around them, unsure where they were
They were tied to a chair with rope, in a decent sized basement with shelves that had boxes and just looked like normal storage
There was a click of a lock and a man came trotting down some stairs and said nothing, hopping up and sitting on a table
He had a gun beside him and just peered at your oc
Wwyd
Use an oc
I can find his ref but,,
Ransom Grav
Pan
5'9
Part silver fox
He has silver hair with a white streak in it, he's wearing a white t shirt with a black collared sweater over it and normal ripped Jeans
-Arcadia-[OP]
31.08.2020 03:34
LinkAlso bright blue eyes
You already know who I'm using ;,) ))
Foam looked around the room, struggling a bit in the restraints as he eyed the gun, his ears pinning back.
it's not eww-
Merak: *he eyed the gun beside the stranger that sat in front of him and shuffled around in the uncomfortable position he was stuck in* "Hmph."
STAWP THATS RUDE
Merak: *he looked at him uneasily and panted a bit, still moving around uncomfortably*
NO THE ART IS BEAUTIFUL
Merak: *he huffed and glanced at him* "Well I wouldn't be here if I wasn't tied down to this chair. Why am I here anyways?"
ALL OF YOUR ART IS BEAUTIFUL SOB
Merak: *he stopped struggling and sat still, looking up at him* "And why's that?"
YOU HAVE TALENT CHILD
Merak: *he started to get impatient* "Please, tell me!"
YESSSSSS GIMME YOUR TALENT NOW
Merak: *he grumbled softly and looked down at the floor* "Why not?"
GIMME ITTTTT
Merak: *he shook his head* "But I still don't have any idea why I'm here. Did I do something bad?"
>:0
Merak: *he glanced up at him again, eyeing the gun for the second time* "So what's that for then?"
Merak: *he gave him a harsh look* "Well I'm not going to. There should be no reason to use that gun on me."
Merak: *he kept his head turned away, his back pinned up against the chair* "So, someone must've sent you down here, right?"
Merak: *he shuffled a bit and panted softly, getting a bit hot, as he was wearing a sweater* "And do I know them?"
Merak: *he turned his head back to him and frowned* "I don't think this conversation is getting anywhere helpful."
Merak: *he grumbled and shifted his legs* "You should just go. No point in talking to me in here."
Merak: *he smiled a bit* "Doesn't seem like I'm going anywhere anytime soon."
Merak: *he stared at him for a long time before answering* "You're very quiet."
Merak: *he grumbled some more and shuffled in the ropes* "These ropes are awfully tight. You better tell me why I'm here before I start making a racket."
Merak: *he nodded and struggled some more* "But that doesn't mean I can't try other ways to get out."
Merak: *he turned his head towards the basement stairs and took a deep breath* "HEY!!! WHOEVER PUT ME IN HERE, LET ME GO!!!"
Merak: *he turned back to him* "I don't know who told you to put me down here, but I don't like it one bit. SO RELEASE ME!!!"
Merak: *he tried leaning forward as far as he could and shouting louder* "LET ME OUT!!!"
Merak: *he sat back in the chair and sighed* "That's not a very good reason to shoot someone. I don't know why everyone's being so violent these days."
Merak: *he huffed and looked up at the ceiling* "So who are you anyways? I just know you as the guy who tied me up down here for reasons I don't know."
Merak: *he paused before answering again* "Very interesting name. I'm just going to assume you know mine already."
Merak: *he looked back down at him* "Yes. But you probably don't know the background I come from."
Merak: *he blinked at him* "I don't live in this town, or wherever this place is. I live in Greenland. How much information on me were you given anyways?"
Merak: *he leaned forward, still trying to break the ropes* "I'm assuming that whoever you're working with is dangerous."
Merak: *he moved his arms behind him a bit, feeling for the thick ropes with his big paws* "And do you believe that violence is a good thing?"
Merak: *he stops speaking for a while, trying to focus on breaking the tough rope* "Oh really?"
Merak: *he blinked a bit and looked at the floor* "And do you have family to care for?"
Merak: *he sighed a bit* "I have family too. My mother, my father, my cousin. I couldn't save my brother, so I'm hoping to protect the rest of my family..."
Merak: *he quietly snapped one of the ropes apart, trying to act like he wasn't doing anything* "How old is your sister?"
Merak: *he nodded* "My cousin is a bit younger than her. Around 18. Does your sister know you're keeping me down here?"
Merak: *he silently snapped a second rope* "How would she feel if she found out you are?"
(I have about 15 more min online)
Merak: *he finally snapped a third rope and made sure all the ropes were torn apart* "Interesting."
(sorry if I stop replying. We can continue another day if its possible)
Merak: *he grabbed the backs of all the ropes and snapped them all in half very quietly, making sure they're all broken* "I don't like how you're keeping me in here."
Merak: *he growled and stood up, the ropes dropping behind him. he stretched a bit and walked towards him, a menacing look on his face* "You should've just let me go in the first place when I told you to."
Merak: *he quickly grabbed the gun next to him and threw it against the wall as hard as he could, smashing it to pieces* "I told you that I have my ways-"
(hmm i think i should stop here. anyways, gn!)
Merak: *he grabbed the pieces of rope on the floor and tied it around him as tight as he could* "Stay put."
Merak: *he tried tying him up extra tight with the small pieces of rope he had, trying to keep him quiet* "No, you weren't cooperating with me so this is what I have to do."
Merak: *he started to leave and cross the basement* "I'm leaving now-"
Eliza: *one look at the gun made her heart start racing, he had been kidnapped before but she had escaped before anything happened, she began struggling in the restraints*
Eliza: *she eventually Gave up, she cursed under her breath and looked up at him* what’d I do this time?
Eliza: why not *she huffed, getting easily annoyed with not being able to move*
Eliza: why are these ropes so tight *his Answer was enough to set her off, she started struggling once again*
Eliza: *she stopped with a sigh, sounding annoyed* ...I’m flattered.
Eliza: *she looked around* this looks like a place of a murderer, where are me?
Eliza: so I could- see if your house is as trashy as the basement—
Eliza: but- how do I know you aren’t uh- lying *she blinked*
Eliza: I’ll do anything dammit *she looked around on the floor for something to use*
Eliza: *she pouted as she slowly slid the pocket knife closer with her foot hoping he wouldn’t notice* maybe just loosen the ropes a little bit?
Eliza: *she carefully lifted it with her toes and placed it in her hand, her shoulders started making noticeable movements*
Zeke looked at the man with a glare, "Let me go," he said, pulling at the restraints, trying to ignore the gun
"why am I here?" he asked, still pulling at the restraints hard, figuring he had not chance of just asking to be freed
"So how long do I have to sit here tied up, Snorter?" he asked, unable to help being sarcastic/plain rude at this point.
"Zeke, though I assumed you would've known already, having kidnapped me and everything," He says
Zeke yanked at the ropes again, feeling them already chafing his wrists, he grumbled something under his breath, "Whats up there, if you don't mind me askin," he motioned to the stairway
"Not exactly professional huh?" he asked, remembering he kept hidden daggers in his sleeves, hoping to god that hadn't been taken.
(did he take away the daggers or nah?)
"So once I get out of the ropes, all I gotta do is walk out? Sounds a little too easy, bud"
"hmm, you know I don't think that's true," he said, slipping a dagger into his hand and beginning to cut the rope
"That you're dead wrong he said, standing up and revealing the dagger, letting the remaining of the roped drop onto the floor
He cuts off whatever remaining ropes held him, then moving towards Ransom
Zeke threw a second dagger between his hand and the gun< "Wouldn't do that if I were you," he then shoved him into the wall, holding him against it tightly
"Now, tell me, who told you to kidnap me?" He growled, holding the dagger towards him
"I don't care. Tell me, and I'll deal with who ever it is before they get to you," he said
Zeke straightened thinking a moment, "New plan: WE'LL deal with them," he said dropping Ransom
"Got a better idea? I ain't waiting here for that arse to come get me, and he's just gonna keep tailing me until he does."
"Unless you know a good place to hide for good, you'd better hope you can fight," he said
"Good, get your gun and lead the way to where he is," He said, "And don't even think about shooting me, not only would I hurt you for it, if you end up killing me, I think you're boss would be mighty pissed off"
Zeke got in as well, "How many guards are going to be there before we reach your boss?"
(So I'm just realizing I have legit no plans for how the heck they're going to do this lmfao)
That better thank anything I could think of lol so yeah
"Good," he noted, looking forward towards the road, "should be pretty easy getting to him at least,"
Zeke sat back, "How did you even manage to work under this guy anyway?"
(Sorry I gotta cut it off at the worst time, but I'mma go sleep now lol, gn)
"Woah, nice place..." Zeke noted
wiffle: *she grunted and looked at him* i hope you realize i could just cut open the ropes with the tip of my crown *she looked up at the crown floating above her head*
wiffle: *she giggled and the crown returned to her* i wont escape. it really doesn't seem like i should, because i have no accurate way that doesn't lead into you shooting me or grabbing the crown. and either way it would hurt. so may you just talk to me or something? I'm getting bored..
wiffle: well,, hmm *she looked to the side for a minute* so,, *she turned towards him and smiled* what do you do as a job anyways? if it isn't just kidnapping people.
wiffle: well thats.. *she laughed a little* that stupid on your end