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Post by jack on Jun 4, 2016 4:33:54 GMT
It was a funny thing to say the least, being caught in some undeveloped storage area under the train platform. Jack was surprised that their kidnapper had even found this place and brought them there undetected; it was smack in the middle of a bustling mall, and boasting a crowd around them to boot.
Damn these mutants and their various powers, really. Jack had barely survived a dude with arms that could morph into blades, and now he had to deal with a teleporting kidnapper that literally blocked his way when he was walking home from school. (See, that's precisely why school is a bad idea, thought Jack to himself.)
In the makeshift hideout was another person, whom Jack couldn't really make out in the dark. He hadn't bothered to strike up conversation the first few hours he was thrown in; he was too tired, and too busy complaining about how shitty his life had been in the past two weeks.
Finally, when the kidnapper warped back in with bread (that he tossed at them like they were dogs), Jack caught a bun in his mouth with surprising accuracy. And then the man was gone again, leaving the two of them in this weird hole under the platform.
tina
(( idk, have fun with the setting/kidnapper? ))
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Post by tina on Jun 4, 2016 6:31:59 GMT
 She'd been walking home. Alone. That was probably not the best idea she'd ever had, but it was the middle of the day, and Tina didn't actually travel everywhere with bodyguards. The Initiative had taken to telling her that she should, not because of her status as a minor celebrity but because any reasonably intelligent villain would know the best way to weaken the Initiative was to cut off its money.
She'd struggled, but not for long before her memory stopped. Everything went black.
Tina woke up when the kidnapper returned. She was confused, but she saw the bread land close to her. Before she could say anything to the kidnapper, he was gone. That didn't mean she was alone though. Tina squinted into the darkness and saw that Jack also had a bread bun similar to her own. She took that to mean Jack was another victim rather than someone left stationed here as a guard.
"Who are you?" Tina asked. She meant to ask kindly, but it came out with the regular grumpiness of anybody who just woke up to the start of an awful day. She sighed. This time, she did manage to speak kindly: "Are you okay? Do you think there's a way out?"
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Post by jack on Jun 4, 2016 7:04:41 GMT
Jack tore the top off the packaging, and took a bite out of it. It didn't have anything in it - not even cream - which kinda sucked, but people who got kidnapped weren't exactly in a position to argue. He looked over at Tina when she spoke; her kind voice was easy to respond to. It wasn't a strange question to ask, but to ask if there was a way out ...
"I'm Jack," he said, chewing on his bread. "I don't think I'm hurt -- I mean, I've been through worse."
He leaned back against the cold stone wall of the space. It wasn't that cramped for two people, but the darkness felt oppressive. It was as if the kidnapper was hoarding anime figurines in a box for the sake of having them.
"I think we're sealed in somehow. I don't know. I was grabbed on my way home from school."
Jack tried to get a better look at her, but it wasn't easy. From what he knew, her voice sounded a little older than some of the girls in his class.
"What about you?" he asked.
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Post by tina on Jun 4, 2016 7:18:21 GMT
"I'm Tina. Nice to meet you--I wish it were under better circumstances though."
Tina, for one, did not like the bread buns with cream inside. Plain bread was best, so at least the kidnapper had done one thing right in her book.
Worse, Tina noted. She hoped it only meant that he was looking on the bright side rather than that he had a troubled life. She could worry about that later; for now, they needed to focus on the present.
"I was just heading home. I think I'd been... shopping? No, I was at a museum. I had some things from the gift shop, but I don't where they went." She looked around her and found the bag. It hadn't gone so far. "Ah, actually. Here it is. There's... um. I think this is some sort of modern art glass lamp. And here's a scarf. I remember it; it's got A Starry Night on it."
She stood, a little wobbly at first but fine after she found her footing in the dark. "Have you heard anything? Trains above, maybe?"
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Post by jack on Jun 4, 2016 7:34:56 GMT
"Cool, nice meeting you too," said Jack, extending a hand into the darkness. He retracted it after realizing that she probably couldn't see it anyway.
Tina sounded like she was one of those people from the better side of Kingsport, what with the museums and modern art and ... Starry ... what? Jack didn't know what it was, so he remained silent. It wasn't like Tina had a flashlight stored somewhere in that bag of hers, and all he had with him was a bunch of books and a pencil case. Oh, and a bottle of water.
He heard her shuffling about, and figured that she had stood up. So he stood as well.
"I don't think so," he said, "I've heard like a sort of rumbling, yeah, but it seems kinda far away. Not from above? More like ... to the side."
III61G74 <50 it happens again
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Post by tina on Jun 5, 2016 6:55:33 GMT
The rumbling began almost as soon as he mentioned it. Tina walked towards the sound and, not very surprisingly, was stopped by a wall. "Maybe there's a door facing the tracks?" she wondered, but she followe the entire length of the wall to find nothing. It wasn't a terribly thick wall though. The average superhero would be able to beat it down. It seemed that neither of them were the average superhero though.
"So, why do you think you're here?" she started, because talking kept her calm. She figured she'd be reasonably calm for now even if she didn't have anyone to talk to, because it was a little bit early to panic, but Tina hoped Jack didn't mind her chattering away.
Tina followed the wall around to the other side, tapping on it with her knuckles in hopes of finding a way out. "I might be taken for ransom, but that wouldn't be smart. I can pay a big ransom with my own account, but I haven't authorized anyone else access to it." It's also possible that an enemy of the Initiative kidnapped her, but she didn't want to mention that to Jack until she knew more about him.
b4v1nFz0 < 30 there's a door
< 50 it actually opens
"Hey! There's something here!" It's a door. She felt out the doorframe and the hinges, fumbled until she found the handle. The handle didn't turn. "I... think it's stuck. It's not budging."
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Post by jack on Jun 5, 2016 7:04:57 GMT
In the darkness, Jack could barely make out anything. He finished the rest of his bread, and shoved the plastic packaging into his pocket. Even in this situation, he would rather not litter.
As carefully as he could, he made his way over to where Tina's general location was. He actually bumped into her purse before he found her.
"Probably because harmless kids are easier targets," said Jack, reaching out to feel for the door, or some sort of gate or window that Tina had apparently found. "Bunch of kids at my school do weird stuff with their powers, you don't really wanna grab those."
Jack inched his fingers across the door's hinges, and eventually found the handle. He too tried turning it, but to no avail. Remembering the incident at the Borgata - "Actually, I got into trouble once and just barely got away. A superhero lady helped me out. But that's not nearly as good of a reason as money is." - and the door that he encountered during the incident, he tried both pulling and pushing the door.
K9YeGC51 <10 it opens
<50 push door, >50 pull door
"It's a pull door," said Jack, gritting his teeth as he yanked at it. He didn't dare pull too hard in fear of trapping them in here forever. "But -- ugh."
He let go, frowning.
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Post by tina on Jun 6, 2016 7:15:38 GMT
Tina didn't think she was randomly captured. Who just randomly kidnaps one of the richest people in the country? That'd be an incredible coincidence. It followed then that Jack also probably wasn't randomly whisked off the street.
"There are that many kids with powers at your school?" she asked, genuinely curious. These days, mutants were popping up everywhere, so she wasn't that surprised. She didn't have any mutant classmates though--or maybe Tina just never knew about them.
She was cheerful enough when she added, "Well, if you got away last time, maybe that means you're lucky. We might need a bit of luck to get away this time too."
She touches the door, wondering how sturdy it was.
r5BEMGdE0 = paper; 100 = adamantium
It was a wooden door, presumably strong at one point, but now it was old and had seen better days. "I'm going to try running into it. Step back." Tina's far from an expert from beating down doors, but maybe if she put her shoulder into it?
< 30 success
She felt it give a bit with a strong thud and an unpleasant creak, but it doesn't break.
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Post by jack on Jun 6, 2016 11:22:19 GMT
"Yeah, I've been lucky recently," mused Jack, as he stepped back and let Tina ram herself into the door. He'd seen a car crash and a man die in the aftermath, he'd snuck onto the Borgata for business and survived -- what else would stump him? Short of an attempt on his life, he didn't think anything else would come to close to scar(r)ing him. This kidnapping was nothing.
He heard the door creak unhappily in response. Ramming into it was probably a push action, and the door was a pull door, so ... maybe if he gave it a shot as well?
"Oh yeah, the kids at my school? If I were as useful as one of them, I'd have blasted us out in no time. One of them like, melts stuff on touch if they wanted to," said Jack, shaking his head.
As he approached the door, Jack jiggled the door handle for a bit, and figuring that it was probably worth a second shot, promptly did so.
Sxvb9u5Q <30 yes
The door burst open with much complaint from its rusted hinges and broken wood.
Jack groaned; his shoulder hurt, and probably was going to be bruised. At least the door had opened up.
He turned back to look at Tina, and waited for a response.
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Post by tina on Jun 13, 2016 6:16:37 GMT
Tina giggled. "Melting stuff on touch would be really useful right now, certainly." She watched the door clatter to the ground. "But at least we can still do things the old fashioned way. Is your shoulder okay?"
Cautiously, she ventured through the doorway. The floor was stable, probably solid concrete. She paced all the way left, then turned to go all the way right. It was a wide tunnel but still only a tunnel.
"This is perpendicular to the noise from before. I don't hear an echo... so I guess we're not parallel. It can't be that long of a tunnel. Maybe it'll lead us to a station?"
MHoWSS1N = length of tunnel, 1 = haha what tunnel, 100 = hope you brought walking shoes
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Jun 14, 2016 10:36:40 GMT
Post by jack on Jun 14, 2016 10:36:40 GMT
Jack rubbed his shoulder. It hurt, but it didn't feel like anything had cracked.
"I think it might bruise," said Jack, shrugging his shoulders once or twice to test it out. "But it's not a big deal if it means we got out." He grinned.
He followed Tina off to the right, and kept walking. The tunnel seemed to span an unknown length; Jack figured they had quite some distance to walk, as the air was rather musty. Was it even safe to breathe? (There wasn't a choice, really.)
After Tina expounded on her theory, Jack frowned. "I don't get it? You mean like, we're actually wallking away from the operational lines, or ... this is actually some smuggler's tunnel from way back when?"
tina
(( dammit that roll ))
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Post by tina on Jun 18, 2016 4:42:36 GMT
"We should be going closer, in theory. Um. That's what I would've thought if this tunnel weren't so long anyway. We ought to run straight into the train tracks like this."
The actual scenario became quite obvious the moment the train passed again though. Whereas the sound was from the side before, as they continued, the sound obviously came from below.
hMeDu3Pi below < 50 < above
Periodically, she heard the sound of a train passing underfoot, and it became almost comforting after a while. She wasn't sure where they were going, but after a while (a good long while--she was going to need water very soon), the tunnel seemed to open up.
< 50 door
< room
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Post by jack on Jun 18, 2016 4:55:25 GMT
The ground rumbled slightly when the train passed through. Jack kept walking, eager to find the end of the tunnel. After a while, his eagerness dissolved into lethargy, and by the time they reached a chamberlike room in the tunnel, he could barely muster the energy to seem excited about it.
It was decently-sized, much larger than the one they had been held in previously.
QQ3X0XF7 <40 useful supplies
It was also devoid of anything useful, which was something of a disappointment. Jack was glad for the bread he had earlier, but he could use a drink of water.
<50 kidnapper pops in
The kidnapper warped back into the room, and suffice to say, he was not expecting his hostages to have escaped their dark prison. He stared at them for a bit to get over his moment of surprise.
Not wanting to get shoved back into some corner with no escape, Jack made a mad lunge for the kidnapper. He went straight for the abdomen, because that was theoretically easiest to hit. But the kidnapper was also ready for a dumb kid.
<30 he actually transforms a bit
Jack's eyes gleamed a faint yellow as pale black lines streaked from the elbow that he intended on using to strike the kidnapper, and to cushion the blow, a scaly covering started to grow from the tip of his elbow.
It wasn't much of a full-scale armor, though, so its usefulness was debatable. Also, the kidnapper was a teleporter.
<30 it fuckin works
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