Trust Me RP

Parker
"Come on, guys!" Parker beamed into the backseat. "Trent is super nice." He glanced up at Brooke. "You can go up to the house now. He might want to talk to you and assess injuries and stuff." Parker turned back to the other three. "Auberon, don't worry, it'll be fine. He's my friend and won't hurt you. Outlaw, don't try to run away. And Cora," he tilted his head sideways to see her, "you need to go in, too."

Brooklynn 
"No use putting it off any longer," Brooklynn said quietly to herself, walking up to the small cottage. She stood in the doorway and glanced back at the others. 

Trent
He glanced over the girl that approached. "Hello. I would question you on your own injuries, but I must inquire - how many, exactly, of your party have been drugged?" He could sense it, but couldn't figure out which. Parker, obviously, for his behavior was different. But Trent knew none of the others.

Auberon
Auberon bit his lip and forced himself to get out of the car, grabbing Cora's hand and dragging her out too. He could use the emotional support anyway.

Brooklynn 
Brooklynn sighed. "Two."

Trent
He nodded and moved from the doorway. "Do come in. Just walk straight down the hall and you'll see the sitting room. Help yourself to the pitcher of ice water there. Cups are next to it."

Parker
"Alright," he glanced at the two's entwined hands but ignored it, "let's go see Trent. He'll get us all fixed up. I'll follow so nobody slips off."

Outlaw 
“No running away? But vats the fun in that?” She mumbled, opening the tail gate of her truck and sitting down on it since her legs didn’t wanna cooperate and hold her up. Actually nothing wanted to cooperate, but that was besides the point. And she didn’t wanna go into the house til she needed too. 

Last edited on 2018-07-23 at 22:59:08 by Midnight Outlaw

Parker
He frowned. "Trent!" Parker called, not removing his eyes from Outlaw. "Do you have a wheelchair?" The response was affirmative, and Trent stepped briefly into the house before wheeling out a chair and joining Parker by the truck. "Need a hand, miss?" Trent asked.

Outlaw 
Her gaze shot up when Parker called for a wheelchair. What the.. “no, I’m good, thank you very much” she muttered to the guy. Trent, apparently. 

Parker
He laughed, bouncing slightly on his feet and completely oblivious to the concerned look Trent kept shooting his way, though trying successfully not to be seen. "Well, you need to come, so it's either in the chair or you walk." Parker noticed her injuries and thought the wheelchair would be best, but she could be stubborn.

Outlaw 
She gave a sigh of annoyance and slid of the tail gate, pushing it shut and putting the cover back in place. “I’ll walk, for goodness sake” she mumbled. 

Parker
He gave a quiet cheer and followed Outlaw to the house. "Just go straight through to the sitting room," Trent instructed.

Outlaw 
She was tense, wanting to bolt but realizing she wouldn’t get far. She followed Trent’s directions, limping into the sitting room. 

Auberon
Auberon squeezed Cora's hand tightly, his eyes clouding over with fear and anger. He followed them around, tensing himself and basically almost dragging Cora everywhere he went.

Parker
He took up the rear, Trent beside him, and walked through the hall. He was chatting with Trent, not like him as he often would simply stay quiet and listen. Once in the sitting room, Parker settled on a couch. Trent waved toward the others, offering all the seats for their disposal. Trent studied Auberon and Cora, pinpointing which was drugged. "Here." Trent pulled a small wrapped thing from a pocket. It looked like a cough drop, with a blue color instead of the typical red. He offered it to Auberon. "It'll help you. It makes it easier to focus, to actually think without so much of an influence." It also had a calming effect, but from experience Trent knew some people didn't take kindly to that, whereas others were relieved. "Unfortunately I recently used the last of my antidote, and my order hasn't come in yet for restocking. I had a group in here where most had been affected." You could see he was truly sorry he was unable to completely help Auberon. "And here's on for you, for the pain." Trent handed one to Outlaw, a purple one. He also gave one to Brooke. To Parker he gave a white one. "You won't understand this yet, bud, but that'll help slow the deterioration of your brain until I get you all fixed up." Parker shrugged as Trent moved on. "And what ails you, miss?" Trent asked Cora. He couldn't quite figure it out yet, with so many injuries.

Last edited on 2018-07-24 at 06:24:50 by Oswin