- “Do you know where he is?” She asked.
“He was in the hallways, I passed him. He wont be hard to find”
((uhm hate to be the killjoy but 096 doesnt need to know you’re looking at him to bring him into a rage. a couple pixels in a picture is enough to trigger it. perhaps for now he saw 096’s reflection in the blood?))
((my character was sneaking on the edge of the room, so i think it was a pretty big puddle of blood))
Allured by the page’s contents, Alecia flips through the rest of D-140’s journal searching for any information that can help bust her (and possibly the others) out of here, unable to help her growing fascination and concern if the journal isn’t lying.
“Okay, this is getting weirder and weirder. I hope to God this isn’t real…”
- An entry caught your eye. Day Twelve. Oh god, they’re lying. The Foundation. They say they let you go at the end of the month but they’re lying!
No, said a small voice in the back of his mind. I expected nothing else.
“But,” Leo protested. “You said it was air!”
“Would you have done it if we said it was acid? No, you wouldnt have”
“That’s no excuse,” Leo growled. “Besides, I can obviously determine why it isn’t working.”
“It is an excuse, if that cunt down there somehow gets out you will wish you wouldve died in that acid” Simmons looked dead serious
“He can get out when he wants to, trust me”
Serenity now, the voice said in the back of his mind. He could shoot you right now.
Leo sighed. “Fine,” He said irritatably.
“Oh these lying, traitorous bastards… Why did I expect anything different?”
Alecia’s grip tightens, crumpling a few pages before storming out of the cell to the locked door, using the keycard to open it.
(oof so what’s going on?)