Trust Me RP

Cora
"But it would be helpful- that is, if it's true they can plant Hoboxine into someone's body."

Outlaw 
She gave another nod. Think I know why I blacked out. She mused to herself, feeling her low heart rate. 

Cora
Cora sighed. Why does the world have to be so cruel?

Auberon
Auberon sat down on his bed, deciding against going to the luxury room next door.

Parker
He felt himself starting to not off. He wasn't sure what time it was, but he was sure tired. Besides, he didn't feel his wounds when he was asleep. Parker allowed his eyes to close and drifted into a blissful oblivion.

Sly
He entered Auberon’s room again. “One more session there lad. Then your done for the night” he said. 

Outlaw 
She coughed into her shoulder to muffle it, holding back a “ow” at the pain her jaw was causing her. 

Auberon
Auberon nodded tiredly and stood up.

Parker
He stirred but fell back into deep sleep.

Brooklynn 
Brooklynn had sat there, thinking of her session. What was different? Obviously the part where I 'escaped,' but why did he let me?

Cora
Cora looked around the room for a minute. "Hmm... I could get ahold of that dude through my dad..."

Outlaw 
She was rather suspicious of what Cora was talkin bout. Hopefully Cora didn’t know who she was. There was a reward if people caught her and brought her in to the police, and she had a feelin Cora would turn her in in a heartbeat. 

Cora
Cora tapped her knee in thought. "If he'll accept the money..." she snapped her finger triumphantly. "Figured it out."

Outlaw 
“Figured what?” She mumbled, eyes closed, half unconscious again. 

Last edited on 2018-07-06 at 22:40:28 by Midnight Outlaw

Cora
"Well, obviously there's a creator of this drug, of which I have a pretty good guess of who that could be," she started explaining. "If I'm right, this guy can and will make a drug to outrule Hoboxine- but he'll only make it with a price, obviously. If this gang has ahold of it, and ahold of enough to give Auberon some every time he does a session-" she counted for a second how many sessions Auberon had done, "-that would be, what; six injections already?- this dude is making lots and lots of money off this. I'm guessing he's making people pay a pretty high price for it, considering this is the first gang I've heard of that actually has it. If we could give him a price that he's willing to take to make and sell a remedy- we just need money."
Cora thought for another moment. "My dad's-" she chocked on the word as it came out, "-pretty rich. Getting money is no biggie. It's finding this drug maker and giving him a reward great enough to actually get the remedy, and without him ripping us off." She traced her knee, careful not to look uo at anyone. "If we do get out, I think it could be worth it to go find this guy... although I doubt it'll be easy. Gangs want their 'warriors' to be tough- monster like. If we go and try to get something to prevent it, we'll probably have a lot of issues along the way..." Cora looked up slowly, raking everyone with her gaze. "But you guys could just go on your way and let someone else do that... if you were planning on getting Auberon out of here too- that's not going to happen if he's influenced. That drug doesn't just make him violent, it also makes him much like an abused animal. If he has an owner, he'll run to it. And I have a feeling the gang's gonna enforce leadership against him; he won't leave without his own free will to do so."

Parker
He had woken up partway through and listened with his eyes closed. "We'll have to do it when the affects are gone," Parker murmured. 

Cora
Cora looked at Parker, surprised he was awake, and nodding in agreement.