Pripovednik

The Birth of Naroe ~{(!-!)}~

@ArenaSnow Really well! Its obviously still in progress, but well :)

~*~They're Coming...~*~ (Walking Dead Rp)

@Error

Dust splashed across the room as three shots slammed into the apartment wall. They weren't warning shots, they came from the same direction as his saviour, what was he shooting at? Looking out the window the figure had gone, as the fire-escape had, and no zombies were in sight. Although Isaac did hear some movement below him still.

Walking over to the bullet holes he turned 180 and confirmed, it was the same shooter. Stepping on the bullet tips Isaac stepped aside and bending down to one knee, picked them up.

A message.

It seemed he had friends after all.

Far Cry?

@LPFan@BelatedGamer This is still on, just need a few more to be interested.

So, what do you guys want from this if it goes into RP status?

Any questions?

@Chunko

~*~They're Coming...~*~ (Walking Dead Rp)

Yes it was only a minor concussion along with a sprained wrist

@RumikoOhara

Hope your okay. sending Prip loving your way

~*~They're Coming...~*~ (Walking Dead Rp)

@Error I did, just wasn't sure which all you shot at. :)

~*~They're Coming...~*~ (Walking Dead Rp)

@Error Where you firing your rounds at buddy?

Thornwood Institute for the Mentally Insane.

@Jangel13 As we are short on doctors feel free to have a guard interact with your patient (Not ending in his escape from his cell like Neo's) but an interaction none the less. Its morning, so he may be receiving breakfast.

Also on that note, the guards here are professionals so please no more saying a guard did a dumb thing like stick his stick through the cuff hole and such like.

The escape in the plot will be made through posts of myself and Haley as well as PM issued twists and events to you all. Please DO NOT try it yourself.

PS- Not a dig at you Neo :) The action started the thread off well.

Thornwood Institute for the Mentally Insane.

@BlackCat
"Candy, music, or markers?"

Picking it out of his pocket, being careful not to lift his pass card or wallet out with it, James held the stick of candy between his thumb and finger. Unwrapping it carefully and making sure Zuzu keep see him do so, he put it gently up against the window.

"Just what you asked for. Strawberry right?"

As he spoke to Zuzu James heard the alarms sound with a small high pitched whizz, someone downstairs was in trouble. Remaining calm, James turned away from Zuzu for a moment putting an index finger up to the window to say 'One second'. Pulling his walkie talkie from its socket, he tuned it onto guard frequencies.

"What's going on?" he asked quickly.

"It's the big guy_t of his cell and_think the new guys_oing down there now."

Switching the walkie talkie off, James turned back to Zuzu. They could deal with it, it wasn't the first time the alarms had rang and it wouldn't be the last. With the candy still in his other hand, James held it back up to the glass again.

"Now, where were we?"

Thornwood Institute for the Mentally Insane.

@Neo Anderson

Running and turning around the corner sharply, his shoulder scraping against the concrete, Anderson slammed into the door and quickly shot a glance up at the camera.

"Open the fucking door!" he yelled desperately.

As the door moved into the wall, he ran through unholstering his trusty taser and taking out his walking talkie from its socket. Tuning it up as he ran, he mashed the on button until the green light appeared on the side.

"I think the big guys out! Someone get Robert, he'll still be in the rest room."

Turning around the corner that led up to Kazlov's cell, he saw a guard on the ground unconscious, two parts of his stick jammed into his legs. Kazlov was slapping the guy in the face, telling him to wake up before he killed him.

"Hey dickhead..."

As the patient turned and stood in one fluid motion, already taking a stride before Andersons sentence had finished, he shot the taser from his hip. Striking Kazlov in the chest he stopped in his tracks, his body shook and his face grew red and pinkish. Anderson was about to stop the current when his arm began to move from beside him up to the taser wires, shaking as it went.

Just as his twitching fingers reached the electrified wires, Anderson switched the current higher and watched as Kazlov flopped down to the floor.

Thornwood Institute for the Mentally Insane.

Making it to the door James rapped upon the glass with his knuckles, peering in at the young girl sat on the floor with her doll.

"Zuzu. I got that thing you said you wanted in exchange for a little chat."

Leverage was necessary, this one wasn't an easy break.