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Played By Jazzlednightmare
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Post by Sketch on Apr 16, 2019 9:25:35 GMT
''No... NO! LET ME GO!!'' Sketch screamed and kicked the big thug, but her size next to his was tiny and her kicks did absolutely nothing except put her in more pain. ''No! No, please let me go! Please!!'' she begged as she screamed and attempted to lash out at the big thug while she was slung over his shoulder. Her screams and pleads ceased when they approached Puzzles, who clearly looked pissed off. She frowned and tried to push the gun away as it was used to lift her chin up so he could look at her. She screamed in agony when Puzzles held out her hand and slammed the gun down on her hand and broke several fingers. A bone was protruding through one of the broken fingers and blood began gushing out of the open wound. Sketch gritted her teeth in an attempt to fight back tears and then spat in Puzzle's face in response. The teen landed harshly on the cold, hard floor of the cell she was thrown in. Grunting in pain and nursing her broken fingers as she sat up, Sketch felt completely dazed and hopeless. The teen sighed as she tried to fight back tears as she heard what the thug guards said about how Puzzle's might want her for himself or to just sell her off to a buyer. She sat against the cell wall and tucked her knees under her chin, ignoring the searing pain from her broken fingers and her injured foot. She didn't even notice the young boy that had brought some food in to the cell, she only heard the other two thugs complain about the sight of the food and how it looked. The distraught teen only lifted her head up to look at the food when the thug, Sparkplug, addressed her and told her she's lucky the boss was being ''nice'' to her. Sketch huffed and kicked the food, causing it to splatter everywhere. It was only then that she noticed the note that was wedged in the sandwich and read it. Looking over at the boy as he was pretending to read the book he had, Sketch raised an eyebrow. She didn't believe that someone - anyone - in this hell hole wanted to help her in the slightest so she sat down and used her good hand to start drawing in the fresh blood that had spilled from her broken hand and on to the floor. Puzzles
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Post by Puzzles on Apr 19, 2019 1:53:03 GMT
As camshaft left to get the food, it left Sparkplug alone to guard to the cage. A chance that was all too perfect for the new guy. Tapping the "guard" on the shoulder, the teen quickly moved over to the right as the druggie looked to the left. Realizing nothing was there and putting his head back, a powerful blow caught him right above the jaw, knocking the man unconscious. Scrambling through the man's pockets, the kid pulled out a set of keys. Sifting through them, he tried to find the right one to fit the lock before a successful CLANK was heard, as the cage opened. "Look, don't have time to explain, but we need to get you out of here. My name is Travis. Don't ask why I'm here, just know I'm going to get you out." Looking at the woman's finger, the teen gently grabbed them. "Breath deep. On the count of three. One, Two...." Before getting to three, the man yanked on the limbs, trying to help set the bones. Dragging the unconscious man, Travis put him in the cage before locking the door and running out. Reaching into his own pockets, the savior pulled out a set of car keys before tossing them to the girl. "There's your ride, it's the black Camaro out there. Don't worry about me, I have my own ride" He said, holding up Sparkplug's keys. Nearing the end of the hallway, yelling could be heard as Camshaft returned to his post, only to find the woman missing and his partner locked in the cage. The yelling only brought more attention as the entire hideout was now aware of the woman missing. Running out to the cars, he climbed into the old racer that was his former colleague's and turned the key. It chugged and cranked, not wanting to start. Twisting it once more, again it chugged and cranked but finally roaring to life. Throwing it in reverse, he tried to back out, only to feel like he hit a brick wall. Big Boy was standing there, holding the car from moving as tires just squealed. Seeing a car turning to head out in hopes of a chase, the teen whipped out his pistol and fired, popping one of the tires. A second gunshot was fired, this time, piercing through Travis's hand, forcing him to drop the gun. He could feel it, the cold, angered glare of his "boss". Dean walked up to the traitor and put his gun against Travis's head. " Hope her looks were worth it, B*tch. You've earned yourself a one way ticket to hell." "I didn't do it for looks, I did it beca-" his response was cut short as the pistol was fired, causing his body to go limp. Sketch
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Played By Jazzlednightmare
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Post by Sketch on Apr 26, 2019 5:03:43 GMT
Sketch sat in her cage, feeling lost, frightened and alone. She kept the note that was given to her in her hand despite not believing that someone would willingly help her. Feeling a bit lightheaded from the injuries sustained, Sketch used her good hand to draw on the blood stained floor to calm herself down. The teen paused when she heard a thud and looked up to see the thug that was left now unconscious on the floor. Standing up, she made slowly made her way over to the side of the cage where she saw the teen boy from just a few moments ago now standing over the thug's unconscious body. Her head was in such a spin that she didn't even notice the cage doors now swinging open. ''Uh?'' Sketch snapped back to reality when the teen introduced himself as Travis and promised to get her out. Feeling a bit weak, she held out her injured hand and shoved some of her jacket into her mouth so she could bite on it when Travis set her bones that were protruding from her hand and she could muffle her scream from the pain. Gritting her teeth as she bit into the jacket, Sketch let out a muffled yelp as Travis set her bones.
''Wh-what are you---?'' before Sketch could finish her sentence, Travis had tossed her a set of car keys. She clutched the keys in her hands and nodded when he told her of the car they belonged to. ''Th-thank you...'' she sighed as she was worried she would get caught again and locked up, or worse this time. The young teen nodded as Travis assured her that he had his own ride and she ran off in the direction of the garage, grabbing her pack along the way. Almost holding her breath, Sketch found the black convertible right where it was described. She jumped straight in, quickly adjusted her seat so she could reach the accelerator, and sighed with relief as the engine started up with ease. The panicked teen could hear shouting echoing down the hallway as clearly she was discovered to be missing from her cell. ''sh*t!'' she cursed out loud and pressed her foot hard on the accelerator, the car screeching before speeding off out of the open garage door. Sketch's adrenaline began to rise when she looked in the rearview mirror and saw someone attempting to chase after her only to have their car tires bust out by the teen that helped her. A second gunshot fired soon afterwards and Sketch knew in the pit of her stomach that the teen was caught and killed for helping her. The distressed teen eventually found a place where she could lay low for a while to heal and recuperate from what just happened.
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