Trust Me RP

Outlaw 
She heard another person being brought in, and by the person’s voice it was a girl. Probably some well-to-do cheerleader by her voice. Outlaw made no move to explain anything to the girl. Not that she really could move anything either then her mouth, but still. Silence was her policy. She didn’t like to talk. She hardly ever talked. Her voice had developed Avery harsh ring to it when she did use it, from her hardly ever talkin. 

Aline
She came out of her reverie at the sound of movement. The door was opened and sunlight poured in, momentarily blinding her. Just a couple minutes later it was opened again. Aline shrank back against the wall, afraid it was them again, coming back to hurt her. Her bruises from last time were still painful to the touch. Her face was untouched, but they had yanked on her long hair enough times that her scalp was raw. When the door flanked shut and silence had fallen for several minutes after the second girl arrived, Aline allowed herself to glance over at the other two. Older girls. Were they prisoners, too?

Parker
His unconscious form was battered around in the back seat of the vehicle, not buckled in. His hands and feet were bound and a strip of cloth had been stuffed in his mouth in case he woke up. The car came to an abrupt stop and the two who had captured Parker - as old as him, maybe a little older - pulled the limp body from the car and carried it unceremoniously down the long set of steps. They threw Parker against the wall roughly, laughing at the crack of his head against the wall. They made short work of fastening him to the chains, jeering the whole time, poking fun at him. Then they left, locking the door and driving away. Parker woke, a bit disoriented, a few minutes later. His head was spinning and hurt like mad. They had been sloppy at first in their rush, and he was able to spit the gag from his mouth. 

Outlaw 
She studied the others from her one good eye as another was dragged in. One girl looked no older then 13, way to young to be caught up in this mess. The other looked like a cheerleader, and had also sounded like one so it stood to reason to believe she was one. The newcomer was a boy, probably around her age. She turned her eye away from them and stared at the far wall as she carefully began to mess with the chains to see how easy it would be to get out them. 

Last edited on 2018-06-04 at 21:00:29 by Midnight Outlaw

Parker
He glanced around the room, eyes adjusting to the dark. There was a young girl, and two older ones. Parker leaned his head on the wall, finding the coolness soothing to his headache. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation yet. His eyes landed on the younger girl. "Did they hurt you?" Parker asked her gently, noting the scared way her eyes darted from one person to the other. She nodded mutely and glanced away nervously. Parker's mouth curved slightly downward in a frown and his jaw clenched. He turned to the other two girls. One seemed fine, but the other was practically dripping blood. "Did they do that to you?" Parker knew exactly which gang this was. The voices of the guys who had kidnapped him he had heard before on his own recorder.

Aline
She didn't care talk to them. The people had told her over and over that "snitches get stitches," and "nobody likes a tattle tale." She squeezed her eyes shut at the thought. What if these newcomers were a test? Aline wouldn't dare say a word. Besides, if she was keeping track right, it probably wouldn't be long before supper- and the accompanying taunts and occasionally blows - came.

Outlaw 
She suddenly realized the boy had spoken again, seemingly at her. She turned her gaze in his direction as she figured out what he’d asked, then gave a slight nod. No use talking unless absolutely necessary. She could feel blood dripping off her face and numerous other areas, but there wasn’t much she could really do about it. 

Parker
He leaned his head against the wall again, eyes fluttering closed in thought. His hair was in his face, slightly annoying, but with his hands bound there wasn't much he could do. Thoughts drifted in and out of his mind, ideas and comments, plans and doubt. "I guess since we're all stuck down here together, we may as well get each other's names. I'm Parker." His eyelids opened and green orbs glanced around the dark room. His main concern was the younger girl, but he knew conversation could help keep anyone's mind off the current problems. 

Aline
She stared at him a moment, weighing her choices. Saying her name shouldn't be an issue. She wasn't informing anyone about anything the people did. "Aline," she said softly, the name still spoken with the accent she had been born with. The boy smiled at her and said hello. Nice voices were a welcome change.

Last edited on 2018-06-04 at 21:31:16 by Oswin

Outlaw 
She pondered for several minutes. She was wanted by the law and the gang, so wasn’t sure if she wanted to let her name slip. Although she was already in a muddle really, hah. “Outlaw” she mumbled in her low, harsh voice. 

Auberon
Dashing around a corner, and by doing so almost slamming half of his body across the cement wall, Auberon quietly talked to himself about how much trouble he was in. Was that weird? Not really; he often went through all the pros and cons of escaping or running from gangs. Normally on any occasion he'd have more pros; this time he had more cons.
After he had mnaged to clear the corner, he ran face first into a different wall. Auberon grumbled and backed up to examine the wall. He sighed and ran his fingers through his blood-stained reddish brown hair, mentally freaking out over the fact he was now cornered. 
"I'm not getting home tonight," Auberon muttered to himself as he turned around and slumped down against the wall to catch a breath.

Parker
"Nice to meet you, Outlaw." Parker's headache was a little distracting. He tested the binds of his ropes. The gag had been sloppy. But no such luck. They were tied tightly. The chains were bolted to the wall. If he didn't have such a pounding headache he might have been able to think of something. I wonder what they want us for. Obviously to punish me. But what about the others? What could they have possibly done? And why lock us up? It would have been easier to just get rid of me. 

Outlaw 
She stared at the boy a second then turned her gaze back to the far wall. Seriously, nice to meet her in these conditions? She didn’t get people. She just didn’t get em. Her head snapped up as the door opened and three gang members came down, Scarface, Sly, and, O’Reilly?! On the outside she looked completely expressionless, but her mind was turning at a speed that made her headache almost unbearable. How the flip had he made it outta the building after she’d blown it up. He smirked slightly at her. “What, no hello, how nice to see you?” He leered. She didn’t respond, and then Sly started talkin again. “Two options. You other join us up front right now, or you will tortured until you join or you die. And” here Sly fixed his gaze on Parker “we want the information. NOW. And from you as well” he flickered his gaze to Outlaw to clarify who he was talking about. 

Last edited on 2018-06-04 at 22:09:23 by Midnight Outlaw

Auberon
"Well, well, well, you put up much of a chase," a low voice talked in the shadows. Auberon looked up, wiping a drop of blood out of his eye in the process. 
"Oh, hey- it's-it's you... ya, definitely you. Long time no see, I mean, twenty minutes just isn't long enough," Auberon said between gasps. He wanted to say more, but his vision went black as he felt something hit him across the side of his head.

Auberon woke up as he was literally being dragged to a building. He huffed and stood up, but falling over unsuccessfully when he felt dizzy. Someone was talking to him, but he didn't bother to make out what they were saying. He just figured they wanted him to go inside and he did so, although he really couldn't see where he was going.

Parker
Parker shrugged, lifting his head off the wall and focusing on the three people with flashing green eyes, the emotion hidden by shadow. "I'm not sure what you're talking about. I think you guys have the wrong person."

Aline
She felt her palms grow sweaty in nervousness. They were back. That wasn't the message they had given her. Aline swallowed thickly, nervousness twisting her stomach into a knot.

Outlaw 
She watched to see what would happen. Scar swiftly moved over to the boy and gave him a hard punch in the face. “You know what we want. And we will get it or your going to die down here” he hissed. He spun on her next. “Well?” He demanded. She realized then that she still had all the information from every single one of their electronics from hacking into them, and they had no way of getting them back. Hah. She stayed quiet, calmly taking he hard punch he threw at her face again. Sly and Scar looked between her and Parker again, waiting to see if one would crack. 

Parker
He blinked and licked the blood off his lip. He couldn't do much about the rest of his face. "A bit feisty, are we?" Parker muttered to himself. Even in the movies they threaten to kill you. But I guess they have a little problem - what if I don't care? He dryly noted that getting punched did not help headaches, which wasn't very funny but it still triggered a small laugh. 

Aline
She stopped herself before she squeaked. She hated seeing them like this and she was afraid they would turn on her next. So she stayed as quiet and still as possible, trying to stay shadowed.

Auberon
Auberon finally regained his senses, although he wished he hadn't. Oh... I hate these places, he thought as he pretended to pass out again. No use in being beat up all because your conscious when you can simply be put at the right place, in the right position, probably at the right time, but that wasn't important. 
Auberon hit the floor hard, keeping his eyes closed and his body limp, then felt the wonderful (ha, not) feeling of being dragged somewhere; he didn't dare to risk opening his eyes to find out. He listened to the two people talking amongst each other, but he could only make out parts of what they were saying. So I'm gonna be dragged, then chained, probably tortured for information I doubt I have, and then srarved and threatened cause that's fun too.