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So how does the DM influence this then? Seems like the players are making the world up as we go, is that the status quo? Just curious, not used to that style
"I've never done it before," Will answered uncertainly. "Might be easier if we had a vice to use, maybe crush a link, or weaken it - or maybe a hacksaw. Definitely a hacksaw if you feel like you might mash my hands on accident er somethin."
Will frowned, and looked around the basement for any...
Will chuckled softly, a wry grin on his face as Damien past him and entered the house. He didn't think would have worked, but he was glad it did. Score one for the old man.
The mirth was short-lived though, his smile vanishing as he followed the kid inside. A body on the floor; an overwhelming...
@Damien
"I'm sure there's at least one car with gas. Sure beats walkin anyhow," the prisoner replied with another shrug, watching the houses as they walked by.
As the two came up to the house, chosen at random, Will watched Damien throw himself against the door, folding his arms. He was...
"Couldn't hurt to try," Will added with a suitable shrug, walking alongside the young man, casting a look over his shoulders, looking at the nearby buildings. "Though finding something to just break the chain might be easier."
He was quiet a moment, his brow furrowing in thought.
"Why don't...
@Damien
"An' I spose I'll impose similar terms then. I like the whole 'let's not try and kill each othah' idea, awake or asleep," he replied with a small smirk. While there was a slight (or was it) manic air to this kid, Will certainly got a genuine, honest vibe off of him. And he could...
@Damien
A part of him wanted to snap right around, shoulder through this doom-saying kid, and march right up to his brother's house. And then to his two sister's houses. And then to his parent's house. There was no way - there was no fate was so cruel. That the Hood that threw his life away...
@Damien
"Days?"
Will looked around, baffled, at the city around him. The boy was right - it was empty. Where was the traffic? The sirens of police cars? None. The Windy City was - quiet. The bubble of suspicion he had been trying to ignore for the last half-day was about to pop. Could...
@Damien
"Nah - nah, not really," the prisoner confirmed with a slow shake of his head. Well - this was something. Maybe the first conversation he'd had in eight hours. Slowly, he straightened his posture, casting a quick glance behind him before looking back to the stranger.
"...What do you...
@Damien
Will stood there, in his prison jumpsuit, hands cuffed, unmoving. It took considerable effort to swallow the lump in his throat. The nails of his fingers dug into his palms.
"....No sir, no I ain't." he replied at length, his eyes flitting between the knife, and the face partially...
@Damien (Hope you don't mind me grabbin ya)
When the stranger emerged from the bar ahead, Will froze. Instantly, his heart was in his throat, his leg stopped mid raise, and his hands raised up before him, clenched into fists.
Were they sick?
...If he was - could he dare to say hello? The...
It felt like his heart would never stop racing.
He ran. He ran and ran and ran. For a long time, he just ran, the direction didn't matter - just as long as it was away from that bus. It was only when he tripped and was forced to spend a number of moments standing back up from the mud and grass...