Jay; Chris; Blake
Just as they had planned, the girl had dismissed the presence of the two immediately upon seeing that nobody appeared to be there. As she cursed under her breath and headed down the stairs, Blake penetrated the veil of shadows with his arm, holding the glass shard he had picked up earlier. Slanting it against the light, he shifted it until it shone perfectly on Chris's eye poking between the planks on the ceiling one, two, three times. The show had begun.
Chris swung down from the support he had been watching the girl from, dangling from his legs. "Boo!" Chris grinned, and flailed his arms.
The girl turned to see a young, white haired boy hanging from the rafters. She crosses her arms and scrunches up her nose in annoyance. "What do you want, kid?" She asks, adjusting her footing slightly due to the pain in her heel.
"I vant to dvrink your blud m'lady!" grinned Chris, and stuck out his tongue. "I'm the one who sent out the message! Did you hear it?"
She raises an eyebrow, looking at the boy. Internally, she was wondering how such an immature child could've survived this long in such a harsh atmosphere, yet outwardly she showed no sign of this thought process. Subconsciously, she moved to hoist up the backpack that no longer existed on her back and swore to herself. "Someone threw a noisemaker at me and caused me to lose any supplies I could've helped with, did they happen to arrive?"
Chris cocked his head to the side, and chewed on his thumb. "Uhh, nope. Nobody. All alone."
She eyed the boy with suspicion, moving all of her weight now to one foot as the other ached with pain. "Okay, well, did you happen to have any supplies, I kind of lost all mine. Unless you don't have enough, or any, to share- I'll just be on my way in that case," she said, stepping slightly towards the stairs. Something put her at unease about this boy and this place, almost as if she were being decieved.
Blake rested his face in his palm.
Get on with it... he thought exasperatedly.
Chris stopped chewing on his thumb, and grinned. "Nope, no supplies! Lies lies, all lies! This is in fact, actually a surprise attack!"
Taking his sign, Blake immediately sprinted towards the girl and jumped up, sending a flying kick into her skull. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious. The plan was complete. "Okay, Chris. Let's tie her up."
"Okie-dokie." Chris dropped from the rafters and laughed. "How was I, Blake?"
Blake pauses, taken aback by the question. "You... did well," he says, the words feeling odd on his tongue. How long has it been since I had someone to say that to? he wondered.
"YAYYYYY" Yelled Chris. "What shall we do now?"
"Like I said, tie her up." Blake gathered some rope and scooted a chair forward. "We'll set her down here. It's your plan, so you do the questioning."
Chris danced over to the chair. "You tie her up, and I'll question her. And then... uh... the plan will happen!"
Blake sighed heavily. "Fine, push the hard part onto me." He set to work, bringing the ragdoll-like body up to the chair and making complicated knots with skillful hands. He couldn't help but let the sides of his mouth turn up a little.
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She wakes up from her unconscious state suddenly, a scowl instantly surfacing on her face. "What the fuck?" she snarls, looking around with teeth clenched.
"Hellooooooo!" Chris saluted. "How did you enjoy your nap, murderous female?"
She froze, furrowing her brow. "Murderous female?" she muttered, confusion clear in her voice, "If I wanted to murder someone you'd have been dead the moment I saw you."
For a moment, Chris looked a bit uncertain. "Uhh." Chris chewed on his thumb, then looked over at Blake. "Blake?"
"Don't look at me," Blake replied, gesturing back to Chris. "Do what you wanted to do." Without telling Chris, however, he began to brace his body. He knew that tying the girl up to the chair was no good, and could only stall for a small moment of idle conversation. He prepared for her attack.
Chris turned back to the girl. "Uh- you aren't here to murder me?" Chris giggled. "I suppose there's been a terrible mistake then."
She snapped her gaze to Blake and narrowed her eyes. Someone could visibly see her calculating in her head, piecing information together. "No kidding," she muttered annoyedly, glaring at Blake. "And I guess you're the asshole who threw the noisemaker?"
Chris laughed. "I thought I heard something."
She wrinkled her nose in anger and frustration, scowling. "I lost all my fucking stuff because of that."
Blake cocked his head to the side, feigning ignorance. "I heard that, too. Who do you think that was?"
The side of her mouth upturned slightly and she gave him a look that conveyed the message, 'Do you really think I'm an idiot?' Before leaning backwards on the chair with a snarl that almost looked like it was permanent etched into her face.
Chris could see the conflict between the two. He had to intervene somehow.
Blake threw up his hands in mock-surrender. "There's no fooling you. I suppose I am that very asshole," he said matter-of-factly.
She bared her teeth and put her head down, letting her hair fall infront of her face. "Yeah, I thought so," she muttered, almost sadly. In a matter of moments, she leaned forward in the chair, planting her feet firmly on the ground before swinging around and slamming the chair into a nearby wall. The wood splintered into pieces and she moved as quickly as possible with tied feet and hands to a nearby place she'd observed her machete to be, turning to use it to cut her hand ties and then grab the blade to cut through the ropes binding her feet with it's sharp edge.
"Woah!" yelled Chris, who promptly turned and ran.
Blake grabbed Chris by the collar, which was almost to no avail due to the oversized coat he wore. "Don't run, I can handle this."
Chris groaned. "I really don't want to end up killing her." He rolled his eyes. "Don't you kill her either! We need her!"
She stood with feet apart, her large blade in her right hand and anger on her face. "I'm not going to kill you. Just maybe maim you slightly and leave you hanging from the rafters," she growled, bending her knees so she was lowered furthur to the ground and may have spring in her step if needed.
Blake let his arms fall into his pockets, exposing his chest to intimidate her. "Try, then."
Her eyes flickered to the boy, looking at him with a tilted head. "Let the kid go."
Chris' eyebrow twitched. "K- kid?"
"We agreed to team up mutually," Blake said, forcefully inserting laziness into his voice. "It's like you're antagonizing me."
Chris' eyes widened. "She called me a kid. Blake, she referred to me as if I were a child."
At the last comment, she stood up straighter and let out a forceful, sarcastic laugh. "Oh yes, I'm antagonising YOU. That's hilarious, you fucking moron, what the fuck do you think you've done to me. She turned her attention to Chris, who seemed astounded at her comment. "You are aren't you? You can't be older than sixteen."
Blake opened his mouth to protest, but then shut it again, thanking his luck that he hadn't referred to Chris as a "kid" earlier.
"YOU, MADAME, HAVE OVERSTEPPED YOURSELF. MAY I REMIND YOU, THAT YOU ARE TECHNICALLY STILL OUR HOSTAGE?" Chris threw is arms up in the air. "First, you call my friend names. Second, you destroy a PERFECTLY GOOD CHAIR. AND FINALLY, YOU CALL ME A KID."
Her gaze was dark as she peered at Blake, her jaw and fists clenched to the point that her knuckles were turning white. Looking at the child, who seemed to be having a tantrum, she smiled icily. "I'm not your hostage as long as I have the freedom to kill you, which I do," she grinned wider, venom seeping into her voice,"Also, your 'friend' is an oblivious moron, that chair was a piece of shit anyway and you ARE a child, so stop your whining, kid."
"AJDKHASKDJHJIWHJAHNKSDNKNDSA" yelled Chris. He took a flying leap at the woman.
She ducked under the leaping child, keeping her machete low as not to injure him. What? She wasn't going to hurt a young boy; she wasn't crazy.
Chris' momentum sent him flying over the woman as she ducked, and directly through the wall behind her.
She widened her eyes and ran to the wall, looking in through the hole, "Are you okay..?"
Before Chris had the chance to go on another rampage, Blake sprinted over to him and pulled him off the wall and next to him. "No more of that. Let's think rationally."
Her expression of worry turns cold as Blake runs over and pulls back through the wall. "Oh yes, let's fucking think rationally says the one who antagonises people for no idea like a stupid fucking moron hur fucking dur," she imitates coldly, "and oh yeah don't forget to throw a fucking noisemaker at someone you don't fucking know and cause them to lose all their shit."
Chris moaned and rubbed his head. "Rational- rational... raddish, dadrish... fish."
"You'd think someone who was telling someone else to act rationally wouldn't be such a fucking conclusion-jumping fuck," she muttered darkly.
"Yes, let's think rationally," Blake repeated. "Chris, you had a reason you sent that broadcast and I think it's time you told us
both what it was."
Chris spun around in a daze. "Oh yeeeeeesssssssss. The message. You both want food and supplies, yes?" Silence followed. "Okay... well- the reason I sent out the message was because I needed help."
She raised an eyebrow, twirling her machete. "What sort of help?"
"The shooty-stabby kind." Chris rubbed his head and looked at the two. "Which it looks like you two are pretty up for."
(( TO BE CONTINUED [ We ran out of time
] ))
