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Post by Jim Hawkins on Jul 18, 2012 23:02:19 GMT -8
((Closed to Jim, The Ring Master, and the Workers and some cast. Set June 22))
Jim was quietly sneaking around the circus after hours. He'd cased the circus grounds for over a month now. Posing as as customer and making mental notes as he went a long. He was almost postive he could free them....or at least some of them, and get away.
Jim crept into one of the tents they kept on of the attractions, pliers and bolt cutters in hand. Silently he began working applying pressure on the lock as hard as he could.
If he could just find the weak spot he'd be able to get whatever act was inside there loose.
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Post by miku on Jul 19, 2012 13:59:14 GMT -8
The skinny, bedraggled mutant girl who used to be Miku Hatsune was laying on the ground, emptied of constant tears for now. She had already lost track of the days she had been here. Whether it had only been weeks, days, or month, she did not know. A never ending nightmare. And recently it had been worse of all, Some lucky, curious customer got to have his hands on her for a bit, this deformed beauty, so sensual to touch...it was simply awful...
A sudden noise caught her attention. right outside the door, a clink or rattle. She weakly listed her head and called "Is someone there?"
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Post by Jim Hawkins on Jul 19, 2012 21:37:44 GMT -8
"A friend." Jim said pulling harder on the pliers. Clearly these weren't working at all. But luckily for the girl in the cage he brought backup tools. He went through his pockets and took out a lock picking kit. "Now please, be quiet so I won't get caught."
Jim began to fiddle around with the lock with a long skinny metal tool. Testing it out, there were several locks on the cages. But if he got one done the others, he was sure would me a cinch, he just had to figure out how they all worked first. Beads of sweat were forming on Jims forehead, and his eyes strained in the dark. Finally he heard a light click. One down four to go.
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Post by miku on Jul 20, 2012 10:13:26 GMT -8
It sounded like the voice of a boy. A friend? Those clinking noises, was he trying to unlock the door?
As she heard the first click, she dared let a feeling of hope come through. Perhaps finally, she would be free. She nodded at his request and magaed the sit up, the extra chain around her bent ankle rustleing.
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