Trust Me RP

Auberon
Auberon fidgeted with his chains, though everything felt slow and meaningless to him, so he resumed his listening to everyone's breathing. Once he was out of his chains again, he got up and paced around the room out of boredom and nervous excitement. 

Parker
"Do you want help?" Parker glanced over at Auberon briefly before looking back at Outlaw. He wasn't sure if she would accept help but he might as well offer.

Outlaw 
“No I don’t, but I should take it that way we can get goin” she mumbled, still working away at the laces. Why was there so many anyway? 

Parker
He mentally shrugged and stooped next to the other boot. Working with one good hand and the other broken was difficult, but most definitely easier than having both broken. Several times, however, the laces slipped through his distorted fingers. "This boot's done," he said after a couple minutes and straightened.

Outlaw 
“Thanks” she mumbled as she got the other one off, she pulled them off and produced two pistols equipped with top of the line silencers and also pulled out 2 clips of magazine, each holding 10 bullets. She clicked the magazines into the pistols then pulled the boots back on, laced them up halfway then just gave up and tied them directly through the top holes. She took the pistols, making sure they where still in good condition. 

Auberon
Auberon finally sat down not too far from Parker and Outlaw and quietly wondered why no one had come to ask him for info yet. He looked over at the two and managed to ask again if either one of them needed help.

Parker
"Crap," he muttered, reaching into his back pocket. He pulled out the recorder, broken. "Venus," he mumbled to himself, guessing as to when that had happened. "That was expensive, and now it's broken. Great." Parker slid the pieces back in the pocket - maybe he could fix them later.

Last edited on 2018-06-06 at 23:36:33 by Oswin

Outlaw 
She pulled herself to her feet after having figured out how to hold the pistol with her crippled hand. She slid the other into her pocket. Might need an extra. “I’m fine” She muttered in reply to Auberon as she kneeled to pick up her wrench from where Parker had left it. She heard the faint sound of footsteps. “Question. Do we chain ourselves back up for this whoever’s  comin or do we deal with em?” She questioned of the boys, leaning against the wall for extra support. 

Auberon
"I don't even care anymore, so I'm just gonna sit here and do nothing," Auberon muttered, moving his legs into crisscross position.

Parker
He groaned and moved back over to the wall. "Chain up. We don't want extra attention if we can avoid it. Keep them loose so we don't have to go through that again." Parker glanced at Auberon and then the door and then made a decision, crossing toward him and crouching. "I know this is hard right now. But sitting here and getting in trouble isn't going to help anything. First, she would probably want you to escape. And second, when we get out of here, we can put these people behind bars." Parker glanced at the door again and quickly went back to his chains, putting them back on.

Last edited on 2018-06-07 at 04:40:05 by Oswin

Auberon
Auberon felt like objecting, but for once he forced himself to comply and got back into his chains. He semms nice enough. Might as well take his advise and not get killed...
"Behind bars... good luck," he mumbled back once he was reset in his chains.

Outlaw 
She moved back to her position after securin the wrench and other pistol in her pocket and swiftly loopedcthe chain around her legs then slid her hands in as well. 

Parker
He glanced at Auberon. "I know the chief of police. I know what these guys look like. With my testimony and yours it's enough evidence for an investigation, which will lead to them being uncovered. And us witnessing in court will basically seal the deal." Parker shrugged and looked to the door. So someone was coming in again, this never meant anything good.

Brooklynn 
Brooke ran her fingers through her blonde hair, effectively undoing what she'd done to it, but she was too distracted to care. This is bad, Brooke. Really bad.

Outlaw 
She had better not be included in this plan to go to the chief. He would probably as soon throw her in jail as them. She looked at the door as Sly entered and headed towards Auberon.