#rfrpdollhouse

[rosewoodsfinestrp-blog]

Alright loves, as of last night, the escape plot can fully be unraveled as I’ve gotten around to posting the neatchat link in the form of Hanna’s starter. Here it is again for reference.  Please post all your replies in the chat if you can so that everyone can interact with everyone there. I’ll still be stuck at uni with poor wifi and an even crappier elderly netbook for another 4-5 hours but I’ll get back to anything posted from then on so don’t be shy to simply participate whenever you get around to it.

Originally posted by thegoodvybe

[fcknhannamarin-blog]

"Okay, I think I finally know how to get us out of here - but it's now or never. Are you in?"

[fcknhannamarin-blog]

Lazily munching on another cookie, Hanna could no longer keep herself from slightly glaring at the surveillance camera pointed on her and everyone seated beside her. “I really don’t know how long I can keep acting mellow before I go mental and lash out at this freak.” She whispered under gritted teeth, hoping she wouldn’t be the only one feeling like they’ve had about reached their limit.

[little-wesfitz]

Trapped || Wesley & OPEN

Wesley arose from his dark and dreary slumber. He was on the floor and his face was bruised from whatever -A must have done to him. He had little energy and his stomach was growling loudly. His vision was still blurry as he sees a fluorescent blue light from somewhere. He didn't know where but it had to be better than the matt black darkness that had in covered like a blanket. "H-Hello? Is anyone there?" He asked, hearing scurrying like noises. He assumed they were rats at first but it couldn't have been. And whatever that noise was, it was coming closer. His biceps tense as he attempts to stand up but fails due to his lack of energy. "W-Whose there?!" He raised his voice as he makes out a figure approaching. He assuming it was the person who had taken him. "Stand back!" He says loudly.

[fcknhannamarin-blog]

In her state of disorientation, it took a Hanna a few more blinks before she realised she was staring at a ceiling. How could she possibly be staring at a ceiling? The last thing she remembered was being on the hunt for a promised cupcake and now she was lying on her bedroom floor apparently? But... this wasn’t her ceiling now, was it? No, it definitely wasn’t. Sitting up, she let her eyes wander across what she could see of her body and she was wearing an outfit she had most definitely thrown out ages ago, post-weight loss. What ever mess she was currently in, it had to be bad - and it had A plastered all over it. Scrambling back on her feet, she did a 180 to take in her surroundings. Perhaps it was her room after all? The resemblance surely was uncanny. Hesitant steps carried her to her door - which was locked. Instantly, panic took control of her body as the doorknob wouldn’t turn time and time again. Panting, she found herself banging against the door with her bare palms, screaming at the top of her lungs the longer she did not receive any hint of a reply. “Help! Somebody help me! Please, is there anyone who can help me?” The blonde cried out in desperation.