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♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ Before he could decide how exactly to go about it, or if the girl was dangerous or not, Quentin took off into the darkness. He snuck up behind her and somehow managed to knock her out, standing over her unconscious form for a moment once obtaining the access key. Cane jumped up and down in her spot before scurrying over to Quetin and placing a hand on his shoulder. ❝Good job, boy! Not so daft after all! Right, what do you want ter do now? I know a way ter get us out of 'ere but I'm thinkin' that since Amber is dahn 'ere, your friends may be too. ❞ What friends? Oliver and Dennis walked out towards where Quentin and Cane stood. Did she mean the group who went to Patrick's? Or those involved in the Hide and Seek game? ... Or both of them? Oliver touched his shoulder again. This was uncomfortable. He tried to move it again and winced, frowning. He didn't know how much help he'd be with his arm so screwed up, but if there was a chance Pierce was down here ... ❝We should go.❞ He looked around at all of them, and locked eyes with Cane. Her expression was solemn and thoughtful. He wondered if she would get in trouble for helping them escape and started to feel a bit guilty. A few more seconds passed and Cane closed her eyes, sighing before lifting her vivid green gaze again. ❝... Right, then!❞ She said, with new vigor. She bent down to take the maid's flashlight and prompted them to follow her as she started down a path. They reached a staircase and eventually a large metal door. Cane swiped the card and it let them through.
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♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ They climbed down for a long while in this tiny space. He had to move slowly, considering his arm. He wondered if it was broken or just dislocated. If he fell, he would be bringing Quentin and Dennis down with him and that wasn't cool, so he took his time. When the other two had landed, he was still hopping down the ladder. Cane held her tongue about his pace but gave him a look of disapproval as soon as they were on their feet again. ❝Lessee ... ❞ Cane shifted around in the darkness, looking for something. The jingle of keys sounded out through the blackness, and a moment later their small group was dimly illuminated by a small light. Cane seemed disappointed. ❝Ah well. Come on, unless yer'd prefer ter be left behind.❞ Oliver followed after her, clutching his shoulder. The weight of his backpack was slung onto his right arm. He didn't feel he could take Pierce's bag holding so much junk, so before he planned jumped, he dumped a bunch of her stuff into his bag instead. It wasn't the same, but at least ... He sighed. The bag itself had been lost in the fire once he fell. Good stuff. He trailed behind Cane, who was stepping forward cautiously and mulling over things. She mentioned that she knew where they were, but wasn't sure if she could get them out. The more time dragged on the thicker her weird accent became. Maybe she was nervous. They walked on for a bit before Cane held out her hand and turned her light off. Oliver stopped, as did the others. The sound of footsteps could be heard from their place in the caverns ... it was a girl, holding a flashlight and walking past them. She was humming a song ... He recognized it. His heart started pounding. Cane took a small step forward, but then stopped herself, unsure. ❝She'll 'ave a key ter get out, I'd imagine ... If she's dahn 'ere, though ...❞ The black-haired innkeeper had to fold her arms over her chest to stop her fingers from shaking. If that girl had the key they needed, they'd have to stop her, right?
w e l c o m e, xxxxxxxUSER!‹‹ CONTROL PANEL OPTIONS ›› xxxxwearing • hair • music • ooc Running, running, running. Dakota had still been on the second floor hallway when the flames shot up around the inn. At first, she had sat there kind of mumbling to herself, wondering if what was happening was some kind of dream ... but then the heat intensified around her and she felt herself struggling to breathe as smoke began to billow up. That was enough motivation to shakily stand, grab her bag and head to a window. WAIT. Before she went, she ran through the hallway to another room. The 'adults' room. She searched briefly and found the keys to the yacht. Yes. Then she leaned out of that window instead. When she got the positioning right, she tossed her suitcase down and leapt into a group of thick bushes. Outside was crazy. There was a literal mob!! She knew that if she was caught, only horrible things awaited her, so that wasn't going to happen. The bushes didn't break the fall as effectively as she would have hoped. Her entire body ached with pain as she roughly grabbed the handle of her suitcase and began to sprint across the garden and down a colorful sidewalk. Her eyes blurred with tears and she shook her head back and forth to try and steady herself. Her thighs burned and chest heaved with wheezing breaths. She ran and ran. Whenever she felt herself slowing, she pushed even harder. She didn't stop until she reached the docks, where they had left their boat. Finally, she stopped running. Her body shook with adrenaline and she stumbled to a bush to empty her stomach. Tears spilled over again down her face. She felt awful, stumbling down the walkway and to the edge of the dock, right next to their yacht. She plopped down and buried her face into her hands, sobbing. The tears fell and fell. She thought about the kids in the inn, and Erik. Her stomach churned again and she clutched the fabric over her chest, willing her heart to stop and her body to calm. 『 Dakota-!』 Hastily, she began attempting to wipe the tears away. That wasn't the voice she was hoping to hear. She turned. 『 H-Hey, Glad you made it out. Zoey is my name... Freddie is my brother.』 Eyepatch girl. Dakota stared at her. Zoey took a seat. 『 So... what are we going to do now?』 Dakota blinked. Oh. This is where she was supposed to be an adult, huh? She sniffled, lowering her trembling fingers down onto her lap. Zoey was going to be so disappointed. 『 Home.』 There was nothing else to say about it, she was going back to Candlewood. It was a mistake for them to come, they needed to get back. She wasn't going to die here. At least if they got off of this island they could tell someone -- ... She remembered the police's refusal to get involved with Bentley and the tears started to well up again. No. If they went back, they would have to pretend nothing ever happened. No one would help. Dakota stood up and threw her suitcase onto the deck of the yacht. The shuddering was starting up again. She stepped onto the boat, pulling the keys out from her pocket. 『 Stay if you want.』
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The Inn is engulfed in flames and collapses soon after. The mob from before begin to cheer, but immediately clear out of the area as firefighters storm in to douse the remaining flames before they spread to another building.
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♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ Oliver had fallen asleep in the bathroom, but had woken up recently enough to smell the smoke. He blinked his eyes and sighed, resting back against the far wall of the bathroom and stretching out. Something was happening. It smelled like a fire, and there were people shouting from outside of the inn. ... Why exactly should he care, though? He wondered. He looked down at Pierce's bag. There was no reason to care ... ❝OLIVER! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE, NOW! THEY'RE BURNING THE PLACE DOWN! ❞ Oh. At least he could understand her. He really needed some sleep, huh ... ? ❝TURN ON THE SHOWER! QUICK! Throw some towels in there. WE NEED THEM TO GET OUT OF THERE. HURRY!❞ Why was she being so loud? Despite his apathy, he could feel his heart drumming in his chest. He pulled his knees into his chest. Smoke was coming up through the vents. ❝I know what happened last night! I was there too Oliver!❞ Fuck you. ❝WE CAN STILL FIND PIERCE. I think she's alive!..❞ ... Liar. That had to be a lie, right ... ? She was just trying to make him feel better. There was some fiddling with the door and suddenly Quentin. Of course he'd get up when his life was in danger. Oliver didn't really dislike him or anything, he just didn't ever seem very present. He stared at him. ❝We don't have time.❞ A moment later a wet towel was thrown over him. He shivered. He still didn't want to get up. And then Zoey and Quentin were out of the room. ... What if she wasn't lying? If she was, he might actually kill her. If Pierce was dead ... Oliver breathed in and stood up, grabbing his backpack and running out to his bedroom again. The flames were heating the room up, he had to get out, FAST. He looked at the window. Ugh. He lifted the window up and climbed over it, staring down ... The garden was beneath him. He was just about to suck it up and leap, when he saw Dakota beat him to the punch from the window over, landing in bunch of bushes. He gaped at her, watching as she recovered quickly and ran out of sight. That woman ... Before he could get another shot at it, the foundation beneath him gave out. He clutched the towel to him and flailed about for a bit before the air was knocked out of him. He shut his eyes, feeling the heat shoot up in intensity. The world went quiet ... he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness and then ... ❝Hey, BOY. Now's not any time to be sleepin'.❞ His eyes fluttered open and he groaned. He tried to sit up, but there was something weighing him down. A piece of the floor was crushing his left shoulder blade. He groaned. He was bleeding. The voice from before sighed. He turned his head, feeling pain shoot down his spine. It was Cane. He had landed on her ... desk? Her sharp green eyes were looking him over with slight concern. ❝You won't wake up, you know.❞ She said, in a much lower voice. Oliver winced as he tried to sit up again. Cane helped him and placed a hand on his back. Suddenly Quentin and Dennis, okay. They were running through the flames to the desk. Probably for Cane. She looked at them both and for a second he thought she was going to cry. Instead, she yanked both boys behind the desk with them. ❝Stupid bunch of kids ... ❞ She was fiddling around with a latch on what seemed to be a trap door. Oliver held his shoulder. He couldn't move his arm, ugh. ❝Can one of you dumbasses break this lock for me?❞ Quentin complied, using his lock picking skills to unlock the door. Once it was open, she breathed in a sigh of relief and shuffled the three into the trap door. Oliver used his good arm to try and carefully climb down the revealed ladder and into the darkness. Cane slipped through and closed the door after.
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