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Post by Russel Jefferson on Dec 5, 2020 6:59:34 GMT
He was hearing Dorian mentioning that everyone is on the first floor, while the second and third floor doesn't even have a door at the moment and he felt sweat coming down his face. Was the place where everyone was trapped in that old? He hoped that no one was dead or crushed at least. Honestly, this was getting a bit weird, yet damn terrifying. First the Asian bitch killing everyone, and now the place crumbling? At this point, this was really fucked up. He had to calm down and make sure that he was clearly hearing everything that Dorian was saying. He was hearing that if there was a window to get out, that would be clearly a way out. He thought of that but, he wasn't sure if that safe enough. What if he jumped out the window and crushed something worse? Heck, along with Hannah, he was looking at the windows and shook his head. He looked at Hannah and sighed. "To be honest, I think jumping out the window would not be a good idea. We don't even know how high we're above with the ground. Too dangerous in my opinion. But, if we were to do it, than it might be riskiest move, but, we'll be out of here." He said, with an honest tone in his voice.
He then heard Dorian answering his question on finding something else while being in the room and he thought that was a safer idea. "To be honest, searching would be safer than forcing the windows. I personally rather be safe than make giant bold move like that. Too soon to make that decision, you know what I mean? We don't know if the windows are safe to open." He repeated to him as he was slowly starting to look through the room. Hopefully something else would pop up. He still had his lock-pick that he found from the basement but, he wasn't sure what to do with that item in a time like this.
(Perception check = Russel does a perception check to look around the room to see if there was anything useful besides the item he has right now).
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Post by Maria Baker on Dec 11, 2020 19:53:51 GMT
PERCEPTION CHECK: Russel does a perception check to look around the room to see if there was anything useful besides the item he has right now.
RESULT: 9 – Slowly, but surely step by step Russel scanned the room from top to bottom until- What's this? He picked up from the ground a pair of old rusty pliers. The man had to use quite a bit of force to push them open and close back up but in the end with a loud squeak, the tool's jaws moved, obeying its new master.
Despite its current state, this old granny could bite off some good chunks of metal!... And, unfortunately, no, there is no way to use them at the moment since the door's hinges are on the other side of the wall BUT... perhaps Russel will find another way to use this handy tool very very soon.
Russel got a pair of old pliers (5 uses in total; after the 5th attempt to use the tool - it shall break in half).
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Post by Dorian F. Blund on Dec 19, 2020 15:39:25 GMT
“We don't even know how high we're above with the ground. Too dangerous in my opinion.”
“From what I’ve seen on the second floor, I think this level should be close to the ground. Safe enough to jump. Probably why She blocked the windows in the first place.” He glanced towards said windows. Those walls seemed sturdy enough for now… hopefully, trying anything wouldn’t cause another disaster. That’s definitely what Russel seemed to be thinking as he kept talking, and Dorian nodded along. “Well, we can attempt other things for now, but keep that as a possibility.”
With that said, the search continued, dread still weighing heavily on the air. Yet, it wasn’t long before Russel stopped in a corner of the room, accompanied by the squeaky sound of metal that hadn’t been greased in quite a while. Dorian turned over to the source of noise with a raised eyebrow.
“What do you have there?”
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Post by Hannah van de Berg on Dec 20, 2020 2:36:42 GMT
Hannah could not help bit to feel sort of out of it. She was looking at the debris of the room. Russel might be right about the whole windows thing. Even if they were not high of the ground they could still be in danger.
So many thoughts were going through her mind. For how long had they even been here..hannah had tried her best to sort of keep track of time with dorians watch but.. The thing she feared was.. What if people had stopped looking for them? After two weeks the victims of a missing persons case were presumed dead. What if they were as well.
Staring at the watch she looked at dorian who spoke up. Apparently russel had found something as well. Hannah sighed as she bit her lip slightly
"hey.. Uhm.. Guys.." she said softly. "Do you think they are still looking for us..? I mean there would not be anyone looking for me, and I am sure Tia and the kids would not stop, and dorian you are pretty important too.. But.. We have been gone for months.. Do you two think help is coming?"
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Post by Russel Jefferson on Dec 21, 2020 5:50:56 GMT
As Russel was digging throughout the room, he picked up something that a gardener would use in their garden. It looked like old pliers and he scratched his head. It did look pretty old but, at least it was better than nothing. If Hannah could find a knife that could possibly work, so could he. It was pretty obvious that maybe that Asian bitch was stupid enough to find tools like this for possible victims to get out this horrible hellhole. "Why would someone leave something like this here?" He thought to himself as he was looking at the pliers. Was she that stupid? But, yet was smart to marry him and that other lady, whom he only shared a room with once and she didn't even get up. He didn't know on where to put the rusty old tool, so, he put it in his pants pocket. "Could be useful after all" He murmured to himself. He was about to tell Hannah about what he found until he heard Dorian speak.
He was saying something about the second floor being close to the ground, so, it could be safe to jump out of the window. Russel raised his eyebrows again, and thought that it was still risky. Better to ask questions about it. He turned around towards the blond man and sighed. "Do you know how far is this floor from the ground specifically? I ain't risking if its really high from the ground. I think we need to find another way out of this room. I still don't think that the window isn't a good idea." He said.
He was also hearing that the Asian woman locked the windows. She must be more clever than anyone else in this building, knowing that she would have a plan up her sleeve. But, him and Hannah finding other items around the room was a bit suspicious. Was she planning this for God knows how long? "I think having alternative ideas would be good. If worse comes to worse..." He looked at the windows and gulped. "We have to jump." He finished in a determined, no fearful voice. He had sweat down his face, but, even if he had to risk his life, he really wanted to see his wife and kids again. Whatever it took.
He then heard Dorian asking him on what he found on the ground. He pulled out the pliers and showed it to him and Hannah. "I don't know on how useful this is, but, maybe these old pliers can take care of business. Any idea on what to do with this?" He asked and raised his eyebrow. He didn't want to waste the pliers right away, same goes with the lock-pick tool that he still had ever since he found that item in the basement. He was hearing Hannah asking if anyone was still looking for the victims in the building. That was a good question indeed. Russel didn't know on how long everyone was stuck in the building for. He heard her mentioning Tia and the kids, and he gave out a long sigh. He truly missed them and wanted to see them once again after all these months. "I hope someone would come soon. I would like to think that. Maybe Tia could be calling the police. Our faces could be on the news for a while now. Who knows? I would say so. Hopefully help could come." He said, with a determined look upon his face. "Whatever it takes, if God is my witness, I'll get out of here. Now, we need a plan." He said, feeling determination.
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