Twenty-Ninth Entry [Action]
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reckless_eagle[Poland has built a trebuchet.]
[I'll repeat that, to let it sink in.]
[Poland has built a freaking trebuchet. In the foyer by the main entrance.]
[For the first two nights, he more or less kept his grip on things. But he is tired. He is unsettled by all that screaming. And, between arguing with like half of his friends, the Major being the Major, not being able to find Ryohei's sister, and Elaine blowing up, by nightfall this time, he simply didn't have the sort of mental strength left to resist the paranoia.]
[If he were thinking straight, he'd recognize that more or less everyone has tried and failed to bust out of here in the past few nights. But... he can't. All he can think is that everything is being lame, and he needs to get out now.]
[So he's been pulling heavy things out of the closet in the nearest room, wheeling them over in a cart, and flinging them at the veil with a gorram trebuchet.]
[It's not working. And after growing more and more frustrated and freaked out thanks to the absurd levels of stress, he's forced to take a break so he can move the pile of assorted heavy things that's accumulated in front of the totally unharmed veil from his failed attempts. Because they're getting in the way.]
[He slumps down next to what appears to be the engine of a car (not that he recognizes it), beginning to pound his bare fists against the veil.]
Let me out. LET ME OUT!
[I'll repeat that, to let it sink in.]
[Poland has built a freaking trebuchet. In the foyer by the main entrance.]
[For the first two nights, he more or less kept his grip on things. But he is tired. He is unsettled by all that screaming. And, between arguing with like half of his friends, the Major being the Major, not being able to find Ryohei's sister, and Elaine blowing up, by nightfall this time, he simply didn't have the sort of mental strength left to resist the paranoia.]
[If he were thinking straight, he'd recognize that more or less everyone has tried and failed to bust out of here in the past few nights. But... he can't. All he can think is that everything is being lame, and he needs to get out now.]
[So he's been pulling heavy things out of the closet in the nearest room, wheeling them over in a cart, and flinging them at the veil with a gorram trebuchet.]
[It's not working. And after growing more and more frustrated and freaked out thanks to the absurd levels of stress, he's forced to take a break so he can move the pile of assorted heavy things that's accumulated in front of the totally unharmed veil from his failed attempts. Because they're getting in the way.]
[He slumps down next to what appears to be the engine of a car (not that he recognizes it), beginning to pound his bare fists against the veil.]
Let me out. LET ME OUT!
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[video]
Date: 2010-06-03 07:29 pm (UTC)....Um?
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Date: 2010-06-03 07:39 pm (UTC)The red mist appears in the foyer, collapsing together into a roughly human shape which then becomes Cohen. The eyes are the last thing to reform - they remain a flat red for a second before returning to normal.]
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Date: 2010-06-03 07:45 pm (UTC)[What.]
...Okay, so usually I'd care if you're like a demon or something, but right now? If you're gonna help me get out? I'm down. [Desperate times, desperate measures, and there's always Confession for these sorts of situations, right?]
Like, what can you do against that? [Indicates the veil with a sweep of his hand.]
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Date: 2010-06-04 11:54 am (UTC)Have you thought about adding fire to the mix?
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Date: 2010-06-04 05:39 pm (UTC)I was like, kinda taking this in more of a "smash shit" direction, but I could be all over that.