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Post by Puzzles on Mar 4, 2019 10:02:14 GMT
Timeline: After the timeskip Previous Threads: NA Characters Involved: Sketch Location: Jigsaw hideout The sound of countless engines rumbled up to the old mechanic shop. Leading the pack was a modified black Nissan Skyline that crouched low to the ground. A green, jigsaw pattern lined the entirety of the body. Climbing out of the driver's seat, a young adult stormed up to the front of the building, the look of anger evident in his eyes. His lackies soon exited their rides, each holding their own weapon as small rumors and chuckles were exchanged through the group. "Boss looks pissed" One of them whispered. "Yeah, I heard Gasket squealed.... he's done for." Slamming the doors to the hideout open, Dean raised his pistol as the fellow gang members inside stared like deer in headlights. The single pull of a trigger caused a sole bullet to ring out, plunging itself straight between the eyes of a short, stubby man with a lazy eye. Blood ejected from his forehead as he fell backwards, crashing over a table, dead before he even hit the ground. Holding his weapon up, the leader shouted, " Anybody else want to squeal to the pigs about our plans, huh? Anybody else got the balls to rat us out? No? Didn't so!" Stuffing the weapon back in the waist of his pants, Puzzles kicked the corpse as he walked towards the main office. Thanks to the leaked info, time was of the essence. Months of planning, weeks of meticulous plotting and acquiring the equipment for a massive heist that enabled the Jigsaws to gather high tech, military grade equipment, all to be at risk in the matter of minutes, thanks to the loose lips of a former member of the gang. " Pack it up and get ready to move! The pigs will be on our asses in a matter of days! Take everything, then burn this place to the ground." Pulling out a cigarette, the neo lit a match before taking a long, very much needed, drag of the nicotine filled cancer stick. Holding his breath for a few seconds, he let it out, blowing smoke like an old locomotive. " Big Boy, get the truck ready," Puzzles called out. A large, brick wall of a man merely replied with a grunt before heading out towards a semi-truck. Attempting to open the metal door of the shop, the lock was rusted and refused to budge. Out of sheer annoyance, the gigantic mass of muscles grabbed the frame of the door and ripped the whole thing off its hinges before tossing it aside. On top of the current drug run being delayed thanks to incompetent dealers and a recently botched weapons deal, this was just more stress for the mastermind. He was reaching his limit. If one more thing goes wrong, Dean might just blow his lid. Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Mar 6, 2019 10:49:57 GMT
Sketch made her way down a dimly lit street in a very run-down part of town, though after everything that has happened it wasn’t surprising to find most areas like this. It was quiet, almost too quiet, but the young girl in the ripped clothing made her way down the street. She was trying to find out about her past and the missing 3 years and the only thing she had found so far was nothing but dead ends. Eventually she came across what seemed to be an old mechanic shop and the smell of gasoline and motor oil. Sketch looked down at her sketchbook and then up again at the building. Her sketchbook contained drawings of a place that appeared in her memories in fragments. The mechanic shop *looked* abandoned and a little out of place for the area that it was in. ‘’I suppose I could check this place out quickly, wouldn’t hurt to at least have a look’’ she sighed and mumbled to herself hoping that this would give her *some* answers even though she had some doubt. Looking around for a way in, Sketch spotted a window on a ledge just above her. She pulled out a pencil from her backpack and quickly sketched a grappling hook before pulling it off the page and using it to pull herself up to the ledge. She put the grappling hook in her bag knowing it would just eventually disappear after an hour. Slipping through the open window, Sketch crawled inside the workshop hoping to find *something* - *ANYTHING* that gave her a clue to those missing 3 years. It didn’t take long for her to realise that nothing in this place was going to give any answers. ‘’Dammit…’’ she cursed under her breath in frustration as she turned to leave. Just as she was about to exit the workshop the sound of cars pulling up echoed down the quiet street. ‘’sh*t…’’ due to her rather thin frame and small stature she was able to hide herself inside a cupboard just as the men entered the workshop. The cupboard door was open just wide enough for her to see what was going on and to see if she was able to make a break for it without being noticed. One of them, a rather young-looking man, looked extremely pissed about something. Someone mentioned that someone else named Gasket had done them in for something though she couldn’t make out what it was. Her eyes widened in fear as the man was shot in the head, blood pouring from the wound. Forgetting she was in a cupboard, Sketch stepped back and knocked something over, making a noise that would direct the attention to where she was hiding. Puzzles
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Post by Puzzles on Mar 6, 2019 23:09:35 GMT
Hearing the rattle coming from the cupboard, a few of the men stopped and stared in its direction. One of them drew a pistol and started walking towards it. " What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean yelled, much to the confusion of the several men. The one closest to the storage spoke up. "Uhh... we, heard something coming from inside." " It was probably a damn rat! Now get your asses moving!" With the order from their commander made loud and clear, the thugs scrambled to gather supplies and start packing away as much as they could. Countless boxes were hauled out. While a few of them were generic cardboard boxes, others were practically top of the line security containers. With men and a few women hauling as much as they could, as fast as they could, within a matter of minutes, the building stripped bare. Taking another glance at the cupboard, Dean shook his head, as if thinking there was nothing to worry about. Puzzles knew better, however. There was no way a simple rat would've made that much noise. Taking a few steps away, it appeared the man was heading towards his office. As soon as he was out of line of site, his right hand fell from his wrist and started crawling towards the cabinet. Slithering its way in, the appendage crept towards the girl and, as soon as it was close enough, grabbed tightly on to her. " Ha! Got you, B*tch!" Throwing open the cabinet, the gang leader glared at the young woman. " Didn't your mother ever teach you not to sneak into places you don't belong?" A snake-like grin began to spread across his lips as he let out a small chuckle. Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Mar 10, 2019 11:49:06 GMT
Sketch gasped as she fumbled to try and keep more things from falling down. She had already made enough noise and had probably alerted the thugs to her location by this point. It turned out she was right as one of the thugs started walking towards her location with his pistol out. Sketch’s eyes went wide as fear overcame her as she watched through the crack in the cupboard door. The young girl put her hand on her mouth to stop her from making any sort of noise but felt a slight sense of relief when the man that seemed to be the leader called the thug away. She watched as the thugs picked up the supplies and left. Breathing a sigh of relief, Sketch pulled out her artbook from her bag and quickly mapped out an escape route she could possibly take without getting caught by the thugs as she didn’t trust that they had completely gone. She kept an eye out through the crack in the door to make sure no one was heading her way, and felt more relief when the boss seemed to be walking away as well. The young girl had now planned her escape and was ready to make her move to get out of this place. She slowly pushed open the door once the man was out of sight, careful not to make any noise. However, her plan soon came to an end once the door to the cabinet flung open and the man’s hand that was *not* attached to his body opened the door and grabbed her. Sketch let out a gasp of horror as she tried to pry the hand off her. Wide eyed and scared, she glanced up at the man now standing there as he addressed her. Sketch yelped and finally managed to release herself from the hand’s grip and flung it across the room in disgust. It was very clear that the man was a neo like her, but she didn’t want to stick around long enough to learn what else he could do. ‘’Sorry, my mistake’’ she said as she pushed past the man in an attempt to make her escape. ‘’I don’t have a mother to teach me anything. This is all just a big mistake on my part!’’ she called out as she ran towards the door. Puzzles
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Post by Puzzles on Mar 10, 2019 16:53:43 GMT
The instant the girl threw his hand, the severed appendage started making its way back to its owner. Reattaching itself at the wrist, flesh and muscles recombined, leaving not even the faintest of scars. With the girl on the run, Dean drew his pistol and aimed at the ground near the woman's feet. Firing a shot, he attempted to startle her as his grin turned into more of a sneer. Several of the gang members stopped and looked at the commotion from the shot. " Don't just stand there like idiots! Grab that B*tch! Big Boy, keep her away from the vehicles!" As if on cue, a large man, easily standing over six and a half feet tall stood in front of the doorway. His muscle mass would put most body builders to shame and his threat was only increased even more when he brandished a razor whip. Giving it a slight whirl before flicking the end, the weapon reached out and cut an oak table in half as if it were made of paper. Sirens could be heard out in the distance as the police were on their way. One more issue the gang leader really didn't need. Apparently, they had less time than he thought and the annoyance caused a few vessels on his forehead to bulge out. " Catch her! Boys, looks like we might need a hostage for this one!" Giving a slight chuckle he continued, "And maybe we can fetch a decent price for her." Chasing after the girl, the neo launched his hand in an attempt to trip the young girl up. As much as he wanted to kill her right now, it would be a very poor choice on his end. She is worth more alive for several reasons, all of which, Puzzles intends to fully exploit. Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Mar 12, 2019 8:35:58 GMT
The bullet that was fired hit Sketch in her right foot and she yelled in pain as she fell to the ground. She scrambled to get up, dragging her now injured foot behind her as blood poured out of the wound, her shoe soaking up a lot of the blood. Frightened, she attempted to make her way to the doorway to get out of there but was stopped by a large burly man that looked like he was over 6 feet tall. Sketch herself stood only 5 feet tall and was really scrawny, so this man was a giant compared to her. She jumped a little, almost falling back onto her injured foot when the man hurled the razor whip he had in his hand and he broke a table in half with it. With the police sirens in the distance, Sketch knew that she had to get out of there and fast as she was now surrounded by the thugs. Seeing no way out and beginning to feel weak from the loss of blood and the pain from the wound itself, Sketch pulled out a spray can and hastily sprayed the floor with it. Suddenly she got knocked over by Puzzle's appendage that he launched at her and she yelled in pain as she hit the floor. Wincing in pain, the young girl managed to pull herself back up onto her good foot, reaching into the painting she just made and pulling out a fully fledged hand gun. ''Let me go'' she said sternly as she *tried* to hide her fear. ''I-I'm no good to you weirdo's anyway. As I s-said earlier, this was all just a mistake!'' She aimed the gun directly at the leader in a futile attempt to free herself from the situation. ''I'll shoot!'' she threatened him. Puzzles
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Post by Puzzles on Mar 13, 2019 4:50:31 GMT
Watching the girl hobble away after the bullet pierced her foot, Dean couldn't help but give a chuckle. It was beyond futile at this point. However, there was one thing the gang leader wasn't prepared for: a neo. Of all the people to have broken in, why did it have to be someone that posed a threat? Well, more along the lines of could've posed a threat. As the woman masked her fear about as well as a puddle covered a whale, Puzzles threw his head back in laughter before pulling the trigger on his own pistol in an attempt to shoot the handmade away. " Here's the difference between you and me.... Unlike you...." Taking a brief moment to look at his gun then pointed it at the intruder. " I'm not afraid to pull the trigger, as I'm certain you're aware." As a group of the Jigsaws hustled towards their boss, Dean turned around as he stuffed his weapon into the belt on his pants. " Tie her up. She's riding with me. Pigs will be here soon." Climbing into the driver seat of his vehicle, Dean turns the key as the engine instantly starts purring. When the air vents kicked on, they released a subtle scent. A hint of men's cologne and a tang of cigarette smoke. Not enough to be overpowering, but just enough to be noticed. Pressing the throttle, a roar exploded from the exhaust before the hiss of the turbo. Giving a smirk, Puzzles shifted the manual level into the first gear and held the clutch in. A voice crackled over the walkie mounted on his dash, "Ready to go boss." Giving a side glance to his forced passenger, another chuckle escaped his mouth before picking up the mic and responding. " Wait for my signal. Leave too early and we risk the pigs being able to tail us." Glancing at his hostage, Puzzles stated to her, "Y ou should feel lucky. Very few get to ride with me." A few seconds passed as the sirens grew ever closer. Holding down both the gas and the clutch, Dean revved the engine fairly high. The second the lights of the cop cars appeared, the racer dropped the clutch, causing the car to slam forward. The amount of power caused the front end to lift up in a wheelie. By the time all four tires were back on the ground, the leader was already going well over the speed limit. Several modified cars followed suit before a large semi-truck pulled out. By the pace it was going faster, it was evident the Jigsaws upgraded the mechanical beast to the absolute limit. Within moments, the sirens of the police cruisers couldn't be heard due the distance. Opening his mouth, Dean spoke in a gravely calm manner, " Wonder how much you'd sell for on the market. Neos have been known to bring in a lot of dough." Sketch
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Played By Jazzlednightmare
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Post by Sketch on Mar 18, 2019 7:06:17 GMT
The gun that Sketch was holding flew out of her hand when the bullet from Puzzle's gun hit it. Sketch turned and tried to run but her injured foot gave way and she collapsed to the ground. As the goons approached her she attempted to kick them with her good leg but it was no use. She was easily taken over and pinned down as they tied her up, following their boss's orders to do so. ''Unhand me you bastards! Let me go!'' she screamed as she struggled to break free but the men tied her up with ease as she was only small and they were much larger in build and height than she was. Sketch continued to squirm in their grasp as she was placed in the passenger seat of their boss's car. ''Let me go! LET ME GO!'' she screamed and tried to break the window with her wrists that were tied together in front of her but it was no use. The police sirens were growing louder as they got closer and Sketch found herself actually *hoping* to be taken away by the police for once in her life. The young girl was also feeling more weak from the loss of blood as her wound was still dripping red and now she looked like she was on the verge of passing out, her screams and attempts to escape getting weaker and weaker with each passing moment. Her screams finally ceased when Puzzles chuckled and told her how lucky she was to be able to ride with him. ''W-where are you t-taking me?'' she managed to blurt out, her face turning almost ghostly white due to the pain from her wound. ''Are you planning to have me bleed out all over your car mat?'' she said with a smirk as she could feel herself getting worse by the minute. ''Unless you plan on letting me bleed to death...'' she slowly lifted her legs to show Puzzle's the bloody wound, her feet completely soaked since they were now bound together. ''I highly d-doubt a dead...neo would...would fetch a h-high price..'' Sketch gave Puzzle's a smirk as she eventually passed out. Puzzles
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Post by Puzzles on Mar 19, 2019 2:33:42 GMT
Giving the girl a scowl, Dean wanted to rear over and punch her across the face at her remark. But, she was correct, a dead neo sells for virtually nothing on the market. Dropping into a lower gear, the racer pressed the gas, quickly gaining speed, leaving part of his group in the dust. Grabbing his walkie, he pressed the button and spoke in an annoyed tone. " Gotta get the B*tch to the hideout. Her wound is bleeding out faster than anticipated. Ratchet is going to have his work cut out for him when we arrive." Nearing an old road that appeared to be more potholes than asphalt, Puzzles pulled the e-brake and cranked the wheel. Tires squealed as the modified car pivoted hard enough that the right side started lifting off the ground. With all four wheels slammed back onto the hard surface, the man dodged and weaved all the holes as his speedometer quickly rose back into the triple digits. It was a lot faster than he desired to go, but right now, he didn't have much room to complain. Failure to get his hostage stabilized soon could result in him loosing a pretty penny. Giving a quick glance at her, he huffed in annoyance. She definitely had the looks and figure many of his clients liked. Plus, her powers made her all the more valuable. It's a shame he couldn't keep her on his team. The eye candy would be a huge morale boost for his crew. Pulling up to the supposedly abandoned hotel, the neo was out of the driver's seat before the engine was completely off. Rushing over to the passenger seat, he scooped the girl in his arms and glanced at the puddle of crimson coating his seat. Unable to spare a single second to gripe about it, the gang leader rushed towards the entrance, kicking open the door as he let out a whistle. " Ratchet! Get her stable, NOW!" An older man rushed out the hallway to see what the commotion was about as a few women ran over with a gurney. Inspecting the wound, the doctor pushed his glasses up with a single finger as he removed the shoe and sock. Without a moment's hesitation, he used a set of forceps to pull the bullet out and sterilized the wound. Stabbing an IV in the girl's arm, he ensured plenty of fluids were given to her. With the hardest part over, the medical staff moved their "patient" into a caged room. "Keep an eye on her, I don't want her dying on me. She's worth a fortune to the right buyer. She dies and you'll lose more than just a few teeth, got it?" Puzzles spat the words at the doctor. Fear filled the old man's eyes giving a swift nod to his boss. " I'm going out for a smoke. The others will be here shortly." With that, the pissed off cartel leader stormed off. Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Mar 23, 2019 5:42:39 GMT
An hour or so later, Sketch woke up on a bed in a cage in what seemed to be some sort of base for a drug cartel. Feeling dazed, lost and confused, the young girl slowly sat up and rubbed her head. When she finally came around she noticed that her wounded foot was now bandaged up, there was a needle stuck in her arm that lead to an IV drip and all of her items were gone, including her shoes which had blood on them from her wound. Panicking, Sketch pulled out the needle from her arm, got out of bed - though with a bit of a stagger due to her wound and the fact that she was still feeling weak - and stumbled towards the cage door, shaking it a little in a failed attempt to free herself even though it was bolted shut. ''Dammit'' Sketch cursed under her breath. ''I need to get out of here'' Sketch looked around for something that could help get her out of her predicament but there was nothing in the cell that seemed like it could be used to pick the lock on the door. It didn't help either that all of her art supplies had been taken away otherwise she could have made something to get her out. Knowing that the guards could be back any minute she had to think fast. Then a thought occurred to her. Could she be able to use her own blood as a tool to make a lock pick? She had never tried using blood before as she always had her art supplies with her. Taking a deep breath, Sketch managed to unwrap her wound. The young girl took off her hoodie and bit into it so she wouldn't scream and draw attention to herself as she managed to pick off a stitch to open up the wound a bit and let the blood seep out. Using the blood and her pinky finger, Sketch quickly brought a lock pick to reality and was able to unpick the lock with ease. She quickly wrapped up the wound again and made her way out of the cell as fast as she could. The only thing was the teenager had no idea where she was, nor how she would be able to escape. But in her mind, any attempt would be better than nothing. Puzzles
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Post by Puzzles on Mar 25, 2019 23:56:13 GMT
Dean didn't even have a chance to finish his cigarette before a nurse came running out to grab him. The frantic look of fear was evident in her eyes as she grabbed his shoulder, shaking him slightly. "Puzzles, Puzzles! We have a problem! A huge problem!" Letting out a snarl, the man shoved the woman off him as he stomped out his death stick. Before even able to ask what was going on, she ran back inside. Clenching his fist tight, the leader chased after the runner, his eyes twitching upon seeing the cause of her concern. The cage was open and empty. A bit of blood on the floor was the only thing remaining apart from the bed. Gritting his teeth, the neo punched the wall hard enough to punch a hole through the drywall. " Where did she go? Where the f**k did she go?" He yelled at the three. With the doctor staring at the gang lord, eyes full of terror, there was no point in interrogating the man. The first nurse clearly didn't know anything and the second was looking for clues in a futile effort to ease the stress. Turning on his heel, the man stormed towards the entrance. " Heads up, looks like we got a snake running around. Find the girl and break her legs. All eyes keep watch. If we lose her, we're f**ked!" With his pace hastened, Dean drew his pistol and pulled the slide back, letting it slam forward with a solid clank, loading a round into the chamber. " Come on out, B*tch! Surrender now and I'll only break one leg! The longer you struggle the more bones I break!" Before too long, the rest of the crew rolled up to the hideout, the wails of the police siren were nowhere to be heard. Those few that were able to follow the Jigsaws were quickly dealt with and their cars being hauled for scrap parts and modifications. With the semi truck pulling up, the engine stalled out and the driver hopped out. The mammoth of a man let out a grunt as he jumped to the ground and wielded his razor whip. Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Mar 30, 2019 0:36:23 GMT
Sketch knew it was only a matter of time before she was discovered missing, so she had to get out *fast*. But first, she needed to find her belongings. The artist had a plan to make an escape attempt and it involved something she *hated* doing, but in this case, there was no other option available. She managed to stick to the shadows relatively easily as the place was dimly lit and made her way towards the next room where she found her belongings on a table. No guards were there as they probably discovered she was missing and so they were out looking for her. Sketch quickly grabbed her stuff and ran off further down the hallway. She pulled out her artbook and pencil from her backpack and created another handgun to keep on her person in case she needed to use it and she wasn't going to hesitate this time as this was now a life or death situation. The young girl stopped suddenly in her tracks when she heard some voices echoing down the hallway and she hid behind some stacked up boxes. One of the voices belonged to Puzzles and he sounded pissed off. Sketch spotted a door slightly ajar next to her and quietly slinked through where she spotted Puzzles and his goons as well as that giant man with the razor whip that tried to attack her before she got captured. Feeling that now she really had no other choice, Sketch pulled out her paints and painted up a picture of herself on the wall next to her. Sketch hated doing this out of moral compass and also because it drained her to keep control of the drone. The drone of herself blinked. Sketch sighed a little and whispered ''You know what to do'' to the drone. The drone slowly turned and made it's way out into the open to face the goons and Puzzles. Remaining in her hiding spot, Sketch used her own voice to make it sound like it was really her stepping out to face them. ''Ok you've got me. I'll come'' she then slipped back through the doorway as they were all now distracted by her fake self. Puzzles
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Post by Puzzles on Apr 2, 2019 19:56:37 GMT
Dean was keeping his head on a swivel as he peeked around each and every corner. Every box was moved and every door was kicked open. As each second passed by, his anger continued to grow. The instant the girl walked, Puzzles raised his pistol and took aim. Was she really giving up this easy? Or did she realize that there's no escape? As one of the jigsaws approached her, they gripped her hands tight and threw them behind her back, not taking any measures to be careful. Something wasn't right though. Dean searched her up and down, but couldn't pinpoint the exact reason. That was, until the lacky pushed her. The girl's step was normal. She wasn't limping, nor was there any blood. " Hold it, right f**king there...." Dean growled. Putting his pistol up against the girl's head, he pulled the trigger, blasting a hole through her temple. The rest of the gang stared at their boss like he was crazy. " She was a fake! God dammit! Her foot was healed!" "But, boss.... what if she had a strong healing system? I mean... we already know she's a neo" " Then let's see her happy ass heal from that. In the meantime...." His voice went lower as murder was evident in his eyes, "Find that damn B*tch and break every one of her fingers so that she can't use them" Taking a few steps towards the exit, Dean paused a moment. " And make it slow and painful for her.... just so she knows who she's f**king with." With that said, he kicked open the door and stormed outside. Several of the gang members stared in disbelief. Their boss was out for blood. People pissed him off all the time, but rarely did he want them to be tortured in such an agonizing way. "Damn, I'd hate to be that slut once she gets caught," of the men commented as a few others chuckled. "Yeah, she'll be begging for death. Maybe boss will show some mercy like he did to Gasket." One of the younger men, looking as though he was barely 18 glanced through the door, as if knowing the girl was around. His eyes were sullen but he didn't say anything and merely walked away with the others. Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Apr 7, 2019 3:46:07 GMT
The fake that Dean shot melted into a puddle of paint on the floor after it ''died''. The real Sketch covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming and giving away her position as she heard the gunshot. Her stomach sank as her anxiety was at it's peak. She had to get out of there fast. Sketch waited for the men to leave and get out of earshot as they searched for her so she could make a run for it. She caught on the end of a conversation between the Jigsaws as they mentioned that she would be begging for death and right now she admitted to herself that she would rather be dead than have to go through whatever torture Puzzles had planned for her if she was captured. Sketch quickly drew up a series of weapons to keep at bay on one of her pages including a hand gun, a knife and even a sword. Sketch decided to use the sword as it would be less noisy and, even though it was heavy like a real sword, it was quieter and wouldn't draw attention to her location. Sketch slowly crept down the hallway and kept to the side so she could easily hide behind any open doors or cracks she came across. Suddenly she heard some footsteps and backed up against the wall. One of the Jigsaws walked by, obviously on the search for her. Sketch was shaking as she lifted the heavy sword above her head and struck down as hard as she possibly could at the unsuspecting Jigsaw, hacking at him with the sword and killing him, his blood spilling out onto the floor and spraying everywhere, covering Sketch in blood. Breathing heavily, the terrified teen held out the now bloody sword in front of her and ran off further down the hallway. Feeling frantic and not taking notice of where she was going she ran right in to someone, dropping the sword on the floor in the process as she fell backwards from the impact. Puzzles
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Post by Puzzles on Apr 10, 2019 6:35:00 GMT
Turning around to face the girl, the figure glared down from her. Reaching down to grab her, the behemoth easily picked the hostage up with one arm, letting out a growl of annoyance and compliance. As if she were a sack of potatoes, the second in command slung her over his shoulder and started walking back towards his boss. Giving a flip and twirl to his razor whip, it coiled up almost perfectly as he attached it to his waist, the metal links making a subtle clinking noise as he walked. Approached the gang leader, the walking wall let out a grunt to get his attention. " Good work, Big Boy," Dean said, walking up to the girl. Taking his gun, he ran the rail gently across her cheek before lifting up her chin with the barrel so as to stare her in the eyes. " You should know better than to run from us.... I mean, where would you go?" He let out a laugh while holding his arms up to his sides, to help make his point. " You're stuck here..... It's a shame.... you're a rather pretty thing, too bad you seem to enjoy causing trouble." With that statement, Puzzles brought his gun down hard against several of her fingers, intending to break them. Stuffing his weapon into the rear of his pants, Dean turned around and lit a cigarette before blowing out a puff of smoke. " Throw her in the cell. And this time, keep an eye on the B*tch." Walking over to a cage, Big Boy opened the door and threw her in before slamming it closed once more. Several men cackled while peering into the cage. "Geez, look at her, Camshaft! Wonder if the boss will let us have some uhh..... eheheh fun with her." "No way, sparkplug, Boss ain't like that.... probably wants to save her for himself or something.... or maybe he already has a buyer set up?" A young boy soon approached the guards, a metal tray in his hand. On it sat a meager looking sandwich, some poorly stewed beans and a lump of instant mashed potatoes, not properly mixed. Looking down from the gaze of the two men, the eighteen-year old placed the prison-grade meal next to the cage. "Boss said to give her some food, doesn't want her dying on us." "Eh? And why not bring us any food, huh newbie?" The first man asked. His breath was rank from his rotting teeth and he smelled as though he's hasn't bathed in weeks. "Because there's two of you, one of you can get food while the other watches." Despite looking towards the ground, the teen looked as though he was physically fit and stood almost as tall as the two thugs. "Geez, Sparkplug, look at that slop, the cook must be drunk again.... I'll go grab some of the good stuff for us." With that, the second man walked away. Although his clothes seemed to be stained with grease and oil, he at least showered on occasion and had a few missing teeth from countless fights. A tattoo sat over his right eye, looking similar to a snake that was trying to eat the organ's socket. Giving a glance at the girl, Sparkplug, as he was called, let out an audible distaste for her. "Feel lucky, whore, Boss is almost never that nice to prisoners.... I'm surprised he only broke a couple of fingers" When the guard's back was turned, the new guy pointed at the sandwich and pretended to be reading a book. Inside was a note saying "I have a plan" Sketch
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