Nyther

Of Monsters and Myth

DarkStarLove90 said
Hurry back BoBo. And I see Nyther is online! :D

I'm always online. Judging. lol

Of Monsters and Myth

@Bluebe123 @DarkStarLove90 @fer1323

Darrken grined at Grankle. "No, I won't eat it all." With the Darrken puts a large rock he had fished out of the river and placed it in the fire. He had never cooked Sasquatch, but it appeared to be a thicker meat. He didn't feel like holding this meat in his hand over the fire for as long as it would take to cook. "I'll be back Grankle. Don't YOU eat it all." Darrken joked. He hoped Grankle would understand he was joking and not take him seriously.

Darrken sprinted up toward the hotel room and entered. He noticed that both Araile and Remes were gone. He had told Remes he was making breakfast and wondered where they would have went. He then noticed the note. "Maybe they wanted modern food instead." Darrken shrugged and walked to the restaurant. He saw Araile and Remes both sitting at a table. He walked over and sat down next to Araile. "Didn't want my cooking?" Darrken joked to Araile. He looked down at Araile's coffee and frowned. He wasn't a fan of coffee. "Let's go ahead and eat here and we'll have Sasquatch meat for later. Possibly days."

I'm gonna catch you! ( Peachperfect and Nyther)

Peachperfect said
Ooh, just noticed I am between your current RP's. Brings me joy you like other people to see what we're writing!

I do. You're a great partner so it makes the whole story really flow.

I'm gonna catch you! ( Peachperfect and Nyther)

As Flynn's mind wandered from exhaustion he began to remember his childhood. He had been orphaned as a child. He couldn't even remember having parents. He lived on the streets stealing what he could to survive. If he hadn't joined the marines, who's to say? He could have ended up like her. His eyes were slightly opened as he watched Alyson curl up on the little sofa. He figured it was just to keep an eye on him, but part him thought otherwise. All this security she had. All these high tech devices. Surely she could keep an eye on his without physically being there. He smiled to himself. She probably knew he was a dangerous man and shouldn't be left alone for a second. He chuckled softly. He wasn't defeated just yet.

He awoke a few hours later. More of his strength had returned and he slowly sat up. He looked out and saw Alyson, still asleep on the sofa. He felt a little sadness inside. He knew how it felt to sleep alone. He hated it, which is why he never slept for more than a few hours at a time. He stood up and shook his head. He couldn't believe he was empathizing with this woman who was probably going to kill him. "Why hasn't she killed me yet?" He wondered to himself. He wasn't worth any ransom. He furrowed his brow as he continued watching her.

He quickly changed gears and began looking at the cot he was sleeping on. It was a simple piece of wood with a flat pad for a mattress on top. He grabbed the wood and shook it slightly. It seemed like it would break off the wall fairly easy. Though he didn't think it was that strong to be used for more then a few hits on the door. It would save his hand and he might be able to use it as a lever and pry the bars. All this would have to wait until he was left alone in the room.

With a little renewed hope he examined his hand. It had healed and stopped bleeding completely. He unwrapped his shirt from his hand and threw it on the small cot. He needed to keep in decent spirits if he was to ever get out of here alive. With that in mind he did a little exercise. He did a little running in place, sit ups, push ups. He did anything to keep his mind off being in this cell. After a few minutes of this and with renewed spirit he laid back on the cot and closed his eyes. He heard an alarm go off minutes later.

I'm gonna catch you! ( Peachperfect and Nyther)

No. It's only too much if it doesn't help the story any. Which you do.
Just posted. Had some character development going on. Get excited. lol

I'm gonna catch you! ( Peachperfect and Nyther)

Flynn laughed as Alyson seemed to get jealous when he asked her about the girl who had brought him in. "No. I don't like her. She's the one that brought me in here." Flynn grinned slightly. "Do I sense some jealousy?" Alyson didn't reply and went to walk out. Flynn eyed her as she punched in some code to open the door. He couldn't tell what she pushed, though. He waited several minutes until he was sure she was gone.

He got up and frantically ran his hands over every inch of the cell. He felt a small recess in the middle of the back wall, but it wouldn't budge. After an hour of searching he went to the cell door. He examined the bars and noticed that part of the door frame was still in tact and wasn't pure concrete. He slammed his fist against the top corner of the bars. Little pieces of drywall fell down. It wasn't much, but it gave him hope.

For the next several hours Flynn slammed his fist, full force, against the top corner of the bars. Each time a tiny bit of the drywall fell to the ground. As he kept going it felt as if his hand bones were breaking. He didn't care, he was going to get out of here. Another hour later his hand felt wet. He looked at it. Blood flowed down his hand onto his arm. He lifted it back up and kept banging at the bars. He used his anger at getting caught to drive his strength. After an uncertain amount of hours, his arm fell limply at his side.

He examined it closely. No bones were broken, but all strength had left his arm. He had lost a lot of blood out of his arm. He took his tank top off and wrapped it around his hand. He examined the floor and wiped up all traces of blood and drywall there was. He took his left hand and brought it up and shook the bars. The moved a little more freely. Flynn fell backwards against the wall defeated. Sure if he kept at it he might be able to push the bars out, but it would take weeks and he didn't know when the strength would return to his arm. Exhausted and feeling dejected, he fell over and passed out.

He awoke hours later to the sound of the outside door opening. He sat up as best he could. A little strength had returned to his arm, but he still felt weak. He quickly took his shirt off his hand to avoid suspicion and held it to his chin. He heard a soft voice call out to him. It was Alyson. She had brought him a towel. Her soft words were oddly calming after the day he had. He noticed the lights dimming and she placed a bottle of water within his reach. He normally would have though it was some sort of trick, but he was too tired and thirsty to care. He grabbed the water and chugged it.

As he drank the water he heard a soft "whirring" noise behind him. The small recess he had found in the wall earlier hid a small cot. He was too weak to even think about using this as a tool for escape. He slinked onto the cot and laid down. He rolled onto his side and faced the cell door. "Thank you. So much." He whispered. Slowly closing his eyes. In his broken down state Flynn, for the first time, was genuinely thankful.

Of Monsters and Myth

@Bluebe123

Darrken snapped out of his trance and looked up to see Grankle trodding back through the woods with his prize in tow. Darrken stood up, still a little dazed from his ordeal. "Grankle!" Darrken exclaimed as he saw what Grankle was dragging behind him. "That's a damned Sasquatch!" Grankled looked at him confused. As if he didn't see what Darrken's surprise was. Darrken was going to have to make sure he didn't piss off Grankle. Not unless he was ready for a fight apparently.

Of Monsters and Myth

WOO!

I'm gonna catch you! ( Peachperfect and Nyther)

Chat times!

Of Monsters and Myth

Yes please. I'm hungry for some bear stew.