The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

No matter the exhaustion he felt Kipp wasn't able to sleep. Instead he laid curled up in his small cubby hole his eyes open but vacantly staring far past the stone wall in front of him. Their attempted escape played over and over in his mind, leaching away all hope of ever leaving this place.

Kipp flinched at the imagined screams of pain, tightening his hands over his ears in a pointless attempt to block it out. He'd accepted the overwhelming guilt he felt had been rightfully earned. He'd spent most of his life avoiding conflict, he knew better than to stand up for himself. And in this one instance he had selfishly only thought of himself and roped everyone else in with him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, begging his mind to stop. That it was enough. He knew he was wrong to have tried, to have had any hope at all of escape. They were going to be here forever.

The low rumbling of voices and movement from out side his small alcove slowly drew his attention. He had no desire to eat, but knew he had to go to the cafeteria, or be accused of trying to avoid work. Kipp crawled over to the edge sliding sideways onto the rickety ladder to climb down, his wings jumping out to keep him balanced as he descended.

The odd stillness in the large room, had him on edge, but his sleep deprived mind wouldn't supply an explanation.

Fred looked up as Kipp approached the table “hey. You okay?” Fred winced as he turned to look at Kipp. The deep slashes that the violent Whip has caused were very painful, even after a few days they still were weeping and bloody.

 

[Amer]

Noah carried a bowl of soup and stared glumly into it, gulping it down. The soup there was starting to taste plain, and exhaustion hung over him like a veil. But at least he didn’t have to experience the pain of those who had tried to escape.
Noah nodded off, faceplanting in the broth.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Fred looked up as Kipp approached the table “hey. You okay?” Fred winced as he turned to look at Kipp. The deep slashes that the violent Whip has caused were very painful, even after a few days they still were weeping and bloody.

Kipp stopped on his way to the food line. Making brief eye contact his face paled seeing Fred in pain.

"I'm fine." He answered quietly casting his gaze back to the floor. He didnt really feel like talking. Nothing he said could take the pain away. At this point the only thing he could come up with was to stay away from the rest of them. He couldn't hurt them if he wasnt near them.

"Are you?" He asked returning the question to be polite. His gaze though was drawn to anything other than Fred.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Kipp stopped on his way to the food line. Making brief eye contact his face paled seeing Fred in pain.

"I'm fine." He answered quietly casting his gaze back to the floor. He didnt really feel like talking. Nothing he said could take the pain away. At this point the only thing he could come up with was to stay away from the rest of them. He couldn't hurt them if he wasnt near them.

"Are you?" He asked returning the question to be polite. His gaze though was drawn to anything other than Fred.

“Yep.” Fred’s eyes narrowed on Kipp’s face, he didn’t buy Kipps facade of being fine. Not even a bit.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Emma silently sat while drinking her soup. She was in pain, her back stinging from the lashes she and the others had recieved for trying to escape. She was exhausted and wanted to go home, not to be stuck in the cold, strange place. She wanted her mother and her father and her Aunt Blair and her grandparents. Blair would hurt these people...she would get me out.
She didn't think of her Aunt as a violent person, but she'd seen the way she had reacted to the kids that had bullied her one time. She had hurt them and sent them away crying. Emma didn't know what her aunt was, but she knew she was powerful. She'll come. She'll be here soon, I know it.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Noah carried a bowl of soup and stared glumly into it, gulping it down. The soup there was starting to taste plain, and exhaustion hung over him like a veil. But at least he didn’t have to experience the pain of those who had tried to escape.
Noah nodded off, faceplanting in the broth.

“Yep.” Fred’s eyes narrowed on Kipp’s face, he didn’t buy Kipps facade of being fine. Not even a bit.

Kipp bit the inside of his cheek, shooting Fred an uncomfortable look. He felt he couldn't just walk off, but he also didn't want to stay. His eyes strayed to Noah who was seated across the table from Fred. His eyes widening in concern. He fought his inner thoughts telling him it would be better this way. And lifted a finger to point.
"Is he ok? Or?"

 

[Rose Quartz]

Chion sat silently eating her food watching how the boys were acting. Something was definitely going on, but she couldn't figure it out. She wondered if Kipp and Fred just didn't like each other. They hadn't gotten along as far as she could tell since Kipp had gotten here. She wished she was a linguist, or that she could read thoughts so that it wouldn't be so difficult, but then she did appreciate the fact that unlike the others she was able to heal her injuries by changing to her mimicked form and back again.
Chion's eyebrows knit together as she poured the remaining contents of her bowl into her mouth. Maybe it would be better if she was able to mimic a guard. Then she could lead everyone out of here safely. But she didn't want to do that if her current alternate form would be more helpful. But she had no way of asking. No way of telling them what her idea was.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Emma silently sat while drinking her soup. She was in pain, her back stinging from the lashes she and the others had recieved for trying to escape. She was exhausted and wanted to go home, not to be stuck in the cold, strange place. She wanted her mother and her father and her Aunt Blair and her grandparents. Blair would hurt these people...she would get me out.
She didn't think of her Aunt as a violent person, but she'd seen the way she had reacted to the kids that had bullied her one time. She had hurt them and sent them away crying. Emma didn't know what her aunt was, but she knew she was powerful. She'll come. She'll be here soon, I know it.

Take slid in the empty seat in front of Emma, placing his bowl down on the table carelessly as he narrowed his eyes at her. It was almost like he was glaring with hatred, but it was just his face observing her features. Blair’s words repeating in his mind:
‘She's got dark blonde hair and like...green and blue eyes.’

Of course Take didn’t realize his appearance could possibly scare or make the girl uncomfortable by how rugged and thug-like he appeared. Like those shady guys that are up to no good and are contemplating whether to rob you or not; and his roughly cut up hair definitely added to the angst.

“You’re Emma.. right?” he asked hoarsely, not noticing the other kids that sat around them.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Take slid in the empty seat in front of Emma, placing his bowl down on the table carelessly as he narrowed his eyes at her. It was almost like he was glaring with hatred, but it was just his face observing her features. Blair’s words repeating in his mind:
‘She's got dark blonde hair and like...green and blue eyes.’

Of course Take didn’t realize his appearance could possibly scare or make the girl uncomfortable by how rugged and thug-like he appeared. Like those shady guys that are up to no good and are contemplating whether to rob you or not; and his roughly cut up hair definitely added to the angst.

“You’re Emma.. right?” he asked hoarsely, not noticing the other kids that sat around them.

"Hey! Leave her alone." Kipp growled stepping closer to the table in a meager attempt to look intimidating. He didn't recognize Take at all with his pink hair cut so short it was barely noticeable against his orange tinted skin. Plus the facial hair and dried blood that was flaking off his shoulders and arms. All he could imagine was that this was some one looking to cause trouble.

 

[Amer]

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"Hey! Leave her alone." Kipp growled stepping closer to the table in a meager attempt to look intimidating. He didn't recognize Take at all with his pink hair cut so short it was barely noticeable against his orange tinted skin. Plus the facial hair and dried blood that was flaking off his shoulders and arms. All he could imagine was that this was some one looking to cause trouble.

Noah wiped the broth out of his face, and licked his dirty hands. Every last bite was important nowadays, and he was five and didn't have any napkins. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing at Take. Sure, the stranger was a little ugly, but he seemed friendly enough, and actually... "He speaks English..." he whispered into Kipp's ear. And speaking of ugliness, Kipp was kind of ugly too. They all were, after the harsh treatment and the dirt that obscured their features.