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Roxanne pulled the sock monkey from his hands, throwing it back at him. She nailed him squarely in the face. "That's enough," she laughed, "though that isn't a bad band name." The redhead shrugged. "We'd need other members though."

"They can't keep you here forever, you know. It's meant for juveniles. After we turn eighteen, we have to be either a menace to society or not consciously aware enough to voice our own opinions. So yeah," Roxanne promised him, "you will get out."

The bookshelf toppled over, crushing the thing. At Rita's yell, Isabel sprinted away from it, only stopping to make sure the others follow her.

"Push!" Isabel threw all her weight into the bookcase. She couldn't move it by herself, but with someone else's help and a little luck, it would tumble right onto the thing, whatever it was. Already, the shelf was tipping, some of the books sliding forward and onto the floor.

"I'll start a band. But only if you join it. Deal?" Roxanne glanced at him, holding her hand out for him to shake. She had never understood why people always shook on deals as though that alone would make them binding, like an Unbreakable Vow in Harry Potter. However, she wasn't one to question...

Roxanne blushed. "C'mon, Xav, don't tease me." She playfully bumped his arm. "Besides, you're the talented musician here. You're really good at playing guitar, you know." He had been since she had met him.

Isabel felt the first of the brackets pop. She hurriedly moved to the one that was lower on her side; hopefully, Rita would be able to take care of the other ones quickly.

Isabel's eyes flickered to the bookshelves. "Eldrick, over here." She had a plan. Hopefully, Eldrick would lure the monster close enough to the bookshelves. Meanwhile, she ran over to them, examining the bolts that held the heavy piece of furniture to the walls. She flipped her knife back out...

~{Are the books on bookshelves?}~

"I'm gonna need a bigger knife..." Isabel glanced around, looking for some sort of weapon she could use. "Ok, what are my options here?" She trusted that Eldrick would alert her if the monster rushed towards her, so she was free to think. There was no way in hell she was just leaving the room...

Isabel sprinted up the stairs, pulling out her pocket knife and snapping it open. In a few minutes, though, she realized it would do her no good. "What the hell?" she yelled, glancing between the... Thing, whatever it was, and the two boys repeatedly. "Matt, what did you do?"

"I'll help," Isabel muttered. "I just wanna get out of here. I blew off a date for you," she added crossly. "I hope you know what I go through for you, Matthew."

"We should be focused on getting out of here. There have to be other ways, right? Besides, Matt, your brother probably just locked us in here as a joke or something." Isabel rolled her eyes. "Let's just find a window to break or a back door or something."

"She's right, Matt, we should get out of here..." Isabel turned, facing the door. "Who cares about a silly dare?" She pulled on the handle. Panick grew inside of her; the door wasn't opening. "Guys, we have a problem." Worry colored her voice; she bit back her tone. No, she couldn't be seen like...

Isabel crept up to the door of the mansion. Matt had been dared to go in there; she had no idea why he had done something so stupid. She took a deep breath. "You freaking owe me for this," she muttered under her breath. She pushed the door open. To her surprise, Matt was already talking to two...