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Unsafe Safe (Mayari/Rose 1x1)

Discussion in 'Freeform Roleplays' started by ShadoeMayari, Jul 10, 2013.

  1. This is a one-on-one between myself and @"Rose Swan". Enjoy the read!

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    “Take care of yourselves, will ya?”

    The man chuckled, scratching the back of his head. He looked much older than he really was: his hair turned white overnight due to stress and fear. His face was tired and droopy. The only part of him that still looked alive were his fierce, green eyes, a trait he had passed down to both of his children. He stood, straight and tall, for his stubbornness refused to allow him to show any weakness, no, not in front of them.

    He looked at the eldest and the tallest of his children and strode towards him, ruffling the boy’s messy blond hair. The teen’s face was filled with determination and confidence, with a hint of fear in his eyes. His white dress shirt was dirty and wrinkled, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show how his wrists were wrapped up. Around his shoulder and at his waist was a large duffel bag, filled with all sorts of things necessary for survival.

    In his hands he dropped a strange pistol, made out of a black metal with gold accents. Gold gears jutted out where the hammer was supposed to be. It tapered a bit towards the barrel, but then it widened at the end, forming a small cup of sorts. “Take care your sister, Kyle. You know how she can be sometimes.” He rested his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You need to live on. It doesn’t matter how painful or lonely it can be…just remember, you have each other.”

    He backed away, closing the screen door of the elevator and pressing the button to go to the basement. As it began to descend, the sound of glass breaking and metal bending filled the air, followed by a series of rusty but fully-functioning humanoid robots filed through the doors, surrounding the man. Kyle began to panic and tried to stop the elevator and bring his father with them, but he was already out of sight, out of mind. Silently, he backed away from the elevator door with his head down and his eyes wide with fear and realization. It was silent now, save for the echo of the elevator’s gears.
     
  2. Katrina was crying as her father pushed her and her brother into the elevator. "Come with us, please..." she begged again, but her pleas were unheard once more. She hugged him before he backed away and closed the screen door, pushing the button to go down. As the elevator descended, she was pressed against the screen, trying to open it and climb up to him as Kyle pushed to button to try to stop the elevator and snatch their father from the robotic jaws of certain death. But there was nothing they could do. The elevator was too far gone, and they couldn't see him anymore. She gave a final bang to the screen before sinking to her knees. It was just them now.

    Katrina's hair was a lot neater than her twin's, pulled into a braid. She wore a white shirt as well with a tight brown vest with brown pants and boots. While Kyle was a lot more stoic with his emotions, Katrina let her fear show. She adored her father, and without him around, she didn't know what they were supposed to do now. He was their stake in the ground, the leader. Now she looked to Kyle for support. It was all she could really do since he was all she had left. "We have to go back for him." she said, breaking the silence in the elevator. "We need to go get him...maybe he's still there... He could come with us, or we could at least get his body and give him a proper burial... Kyle, please..."
     
  3. Kyle stiffened and shook his head, raking a hand through his messy hair. "It's too dangerous. We have to keep going." He glanced at his twin, his eyes fierce but kind. "We'll have to come back later." If they could, anyway. The chances of that happening were pretty slim.

    There was some notable turbulence on the way down, but the elevator continued to safely descend. They managed to get down to the basement unharmed, but a bit startled. It was dark and moist, with only the lights from the elevator illuminating the room. Kyle cocked his gun and motioned Katrina to stay behind him. The room was small but was filled with boxes and crates. There was a small table in the center of the room, with a spinning wheel and a pair of shears surrounded by golden threads. Kyle wiped away a pile of thread on the table, revealing something embedded into the table: a small timepiece on a chain. Using the shears, he managed to dislodge the timepiece and examined the design on the cover: a serpent eating its own tail. He glanced at his twin and shrugged before pocketing it, searching the room for any way out.

    Unlike the rest of the room, the back wall was clear of any sort blockage in the form of crates.
     
  4. Katrina took the timepiece from him, eyeing it in curiosity before returning. She also kept the shears as a potential weapon.

    She noticed the back wall was clear of all crates. She went to the wall and started patting and feeling it, wondering if there was a door. Katrina remembered that oftentimes, in movies or books, there was a door behind these things. "Come here, Kyle. Maybe there's something behind this. It's weird that it's clear unlike the rest of the walls." she commanded, beckoning him with her hand.
     
  5. As Katrina began to search the wall, she may have found a loose brick with the same symbol that was on the timepiece carved into it's surface. Pulling it out revealed a pair of broken glasses: the left lens was in fine enough condition, but the bridge was broken, along with the right lens. Glancing through the left lens would behold an unnatural sight: Instead of showing the dark, dank room they were currently in, it showed a much cleaner and brighter place, a workshop of sorts. It showed three young women at the table, one spinning thread, one knitting, and one folding and packing the finished products into boxes.

    "May I see...?" Kyle asked, taking the glasses away from his sister. He looked through, but the room he was shown was completely empty. He pointed them towards the wall and saw a young man fall through the wall and into the room. A portion on the wall was spinning like a revolving door as he fell through. He lowered the glasses from his face and began to push the wall at where he saw the door. It began to budge the tiniest bit, accompanied by a horrible creaking sound.
     
  6. Katrina started to walk towards the women in an entranced stupor until Kyle pulled her out of the stupor. "There's something over there." she said as he took them from her. He probably saw what she did, since he started walking towards the wall in the same direction where the women were. But that thought was dismissed immediately when he started pushing on the wall and that awful creaking started. "Is that... a door? Let me help you." Katrina offered, and started pushing on the wall where it had budged and he had pushed.
     
  7. Kyle gave her a quick nod as they pushed open the creaky door, making him flinch. He glanced back just for a second and he heard a loud crash: The elevator's rope had been cut. He shuddered and motioned Katrina to slide through the gap they made; they needed to get out of there, fast. He slid past after her, although not as gracefully due to his larger physique. They appeared to be in an underground sewer of some sort, blocked from sunlight and covered with moss. Elevated walkways relieved them of having to trudge through the murky brown water. "Watch your step." He motioned for her to stand back as he was going to close the door. Pulling out his gun, he messed with it a bit until the cup at the end turned into a claw of sorts. He shot the claw at the door, pushing it a bit farther than it should be, then tightened the rope attached to the claw, pulling it back into place. "That should slow them down. Let's go."
     

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