(WHERE WHAT)
Thatcher shifted over to the two, brow furrowed in concern. “Jesus Christ, um.. I don’t know, just press tight. I have no idea, it’s not like we have any ear plugs,” he said quickly.
(It's a reference to a show that's honestly directed at kids but screw that)
William shut his eyes and tried to focus on individual sounds instead of the sounds. There was Thatcher and Dwayne…. Charlotte… and footsteps? "Someone's coming!" William hissed, scrambling backwards.
"Ookkk." Dwayne whispered, hoping William could not hear him, he pressed harder on his ears, but he was still scared he would break the teens skull because he was so thin. "We're going to be ok!"
The door swung open, revealing four guards.
"Ok, never mind, forget what I said…" Dwayne said, staring at the incoming guards.
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Thatcher, being larger in size, shifted so he was in front of the two, a defiant expression on his face.
"Put your hands behind your back." One of the guards ordered, and the other three moved towards them with handcuffs.
"What if we don't?" Dwayne challenged, stepping over William so he was on top of him.
The guard smirked and pulled out a small device. He pressed a button on it, and it let out a high pitched noise that was mildly annoying at best. William screamed.
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Thatcher’s eyes widened a tad, and in an instant he was up, hand on the guards collar. “Turn the f**king thing off!” He shouted.
"Shi- Fine! Just don't hurt him!!" He cried, letting the guards take him, "Please down." He muttered, looking down at William.
The guard pressed another button on the device and the noise stopped, but William still looked in pain.
"Hands behind your back." The guard repeated.
Doing as he was ordered, he let out a deep sigh as a guard came forward and picked William off the ground, "Poor guy." he muttered under his breath.
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Thatcher roughly shoved the guard backwards, a hateful look in his eyes, but he still allowed himself to be cuffed.
William was grabbed by a guard and cuffs were forced on his wrists. The first guard's smirk remained on his face as he led the three of them and the guards down the halls.
'Is this the end?' Dwayne thought, glancing at the others. Keeping pace with the guards, Dwayne felt like this was all his fault, like he was the one that pushed the others forward in this idea and made them get captured.
The guards led them through long endless hallways, seemingly trying to get them lost. Finally they arrived at three doors, and each of them were pushed through one. The door locked behind them.
(You guys can decide what happens in the room you're in)
(the rooms are like globs, there is only one window and that in on the door, the only way to talk to the others is by a small air vent placed at the top-side of the room. Idk what color the walls should be)
(Have to go, don't know if ill be able to get back on soon, but most likely I will)
(Alright bye)
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(Alright)
Thatcher stumbled into the room, looking around. “The hell is this?”
William stumbled in his room and leaned against the wall. He glanced at the air vent, wondering if he would be able to unscrew it with his bare hands.
//still pretending to no longer exist
Guess we’ll pop in at some random point xD
Charlotte took a deep breath and felt something being pressed upon her nose and mouth. She felt a slight movement, and then felt weightless, her senses dulled by the chemical they’d forced her to breath in. (She’s being carried. I’m thinking she’s put in the same room as the guys? They can flip out and she can say “you’re dead”? Somethin like that?)
//sure
(I'm back!)
The small room reminded Dwayne of one of those globs the teacher has on their desks, round and boring. "Hello?" He called, not expecting a replay, he made himself comfortable on the curving ground.
(I am so sorry but who is Gwayne again?)
(Not to be rude or anything i just cant remember)
//Dwayne
It was a typo
