"Sweet Jesus Have Mercy!!!" Desmond yelled. He tried to sit up but his head felt like it was ready to explode. He laid back down, wandering where he was. He was with some random people. He got up as best as he could, leaning up against a wall, "Do ya'll folk by any chance have a bottle of advil or somethin'?" Desmond asked with his texas accent.
(I'm sorry to be such a hard ass, Blade Runner, but that is your first grammatical offense. The correction would be... "Sweet Jesus, have mercy!" Desmond yelled. He tried to sit up, but his head felt like it was ready to explode. He laid back down, wondering where he was. He was with some random people. He got up as best as he could, leaning up against a wall, "Do ya'll folk by any chance have a bottle of Advil or somethin'?" Desmond asked with his Texas accent. I just had to make seven corrections in a 6 sentenced post. You have one more chance, okay?) Ellie looked up as she heard a cry of pain coming from a room. "You guys heard that, right?" she inquired. "I'm not just going crazy prematurely, right?"
(Also, Texan here, NOBODY says "y'all folk". It's pretty much a redundancy. Just to explain, it's like saying "you all people" or something similar) Allen nodded to Ellie, "Yea, I heard it too." He said, "And it worries me...But makes me think there's somebody else in this damn place." He stated. "Anyone wanna go check it out?"
(Small correction. "Y'all folks" is acceptable if it comes after the word "all." ex. "All y'all folks are about as useless as a screen door on a submarine!") Jack wasn't sure why, but he felt like he should be doing something other than wandering aimlessly. It had disturbed him greatly when he had realized that, though he knew a great deal about security cameras, he had absolutely WHY he knew what he knew. Even more disturbing had been the instinctive reaching for his hip when he had awakened. Was he expecting something to be there? He quickly realized that the only way to find answers would be to find whoever was responsible for taking away his memories.
Desmond sat against the wall, trying to find out why he didn't remember anything. He heard people talking, but couldn't see a thing in the darkness. Desmond sighed and stared at his shoes for a good while. Desmond felt a little dizzy and his stomach was screaming for food.
Ellie sat against the wall, pondering the situation. Finally, she sat up straight. "I have an easy solution to this problem of finding where everyone may be.." she said tentatively to the group.
Allen tilted his head curiously at Ellie, "And what would that be?" He asked, genuinely intrigued about her idea and to see what she had in mind.
Jack laughed derisively. "Okay, kid. Let's hear this brilliant plan of yours." Only half listening to Ellie, he continued examining the camera in the room. He had already disabled the microphone, and was trying to find a way to stop the video feed.
She reddened slightly. "It's not brilliant." she protested. "I know that. I'm just saying.." She bit her lip. "Well, if they're anything like us, they'll want to find us, right? So, why don't we just walk, and shout?" She looked down at her feet. "It sounded smarter in my head, but it's better than sitting her and talking, right?"
" I hate my life!" Desmond yelled, hoping someone will hear. He got up and started walking down the dark hall, until he noticed a camera watching him. Desmond walked up to it, observing the device very carefully. He grabbed the camera by the neck and yanked a couple times on it, causing it to break away from the wall. Desmond threw the camera half way down the hall seeing how far he can throw something so light.
Allen shrugged, "She's got a point." He said, "I'ld much rather do...something than just sit around doing nothing...and who knows, maybe we'll find a way out along the way!"
Jack said nothing, and continued inspecting the camera. A few moments later, he reached up, grabbed it with both hands, and twisted it from it's mount. "Sounds like as good a plan as any. You go on ahead. I'll catch up soon." After breaking the camera loose, Jack managed to pull almost ten feet of wiring from the wall. With a quick, hard tug, he broke it loose, and began braiding the wires together into a makeshift rope.
Jeoff wasn't buying it. Such a plan felt too luck-based to be effective. "And if our shouting attracts attention from our captors?" He inquired. "Your sweet little face won't be enough to stop us being thrown away again." Jeoff huffed and glanced to Jack, where a sudden wave of surprise flashed over his previously cool demeanor. "Where'd you learn to do that!?" He exclaimed. "And more importantly, how?"
Desmond could here even more chatter as he walked down the hallway more. He could tell that he was getting closer and closer, but there was one problem. "How many hallways are there?" Desmond yelled his loudest out of frustration and anger.
Eliie flinched at the sound of a pony yelling nearby. "Well, the cameras already know." she argued at Geoff, walking down the hall, her footsteps loud against the tile floor.
Allen looked to the others to see if they would do anything, and decided he couldn't let that Ellie fall into a trap, last thing their group needed was to already lose someone, and he already knew it would probably take all the man and womenpower they could get to get out of here. So he ran after her, though not quite near as fast...
Jack looked over at Jeoff and shrugged. "I have no idea where I learned any of this. It just feels like it's what I should be doing." Braiding the cords only took a few minutes. Jack tested the makeshift rope with a few quick pulls, and smiled. He was confident that it would support several hundred pounds, at least for a short while. Coiling the rope over his shoulder, he reached for broken camera, and began pulling off the metal casing.
"Why do I even care? I'm probably hearing things again." Desmond said to himself, continuously walking down the hallway. "If anyone can hear me which I doubt, please follow the continuing screaming noise!" Desmond yelled as loud as he could with his anger and hate towards the fact that he didn't want to be in some maze.
Kate awoke in a cell nearby, grasping her head due to a really bad concussion. She had been knocked out for a few day's and so was still a bit unbalanced and hazy. As she got up she struggled to balance on the seven inch strappy platform heels on her feet. She honestly didn't know why she was wearing them as from what she remembered they were typically worn by strippers or anyone with a similar profession. Though she carried on walking to the door; slowly getting used to walking in the heels. Kate finally made it to the door before hitting on it weekly the more she hit it and shouted the more she became defeatist. Finally scrunching up on the floor crying and trying to remember.
