#semdecamp

[ofrosa]

      “Now now, don’t be such a downer, we can still have fun.” Rosa chimed, a smirk lacing its way onto her lips as she approached the other. She was not one to remain pessimistic. The time was now, and she was not going to stop on account of the Order. “Live a little.” She whispered in the individuals ear with a smirk.

[wildnesson]

      “Cheer up, we’re alive, aren’t we?” She rolled her eyes, sighing deeply at the expression of the other. She could not bare being brought down, not now that she was free, or somewhat free. Being a Death Eater again had not truly been her intentions, she was not about this life, but if it meant not being a prisoner, than it was certainly an upside. “We should celebrate, and then tackle the Order once we’ve had our fun.”

[ravenillyria]

Illyria couldn’t help but feel that this was the calm before the storm. So far, this infiltration had been both better and worse. Better in that she’d experienced far less pain than the first time around, and she was glad for that. But that very experience had been what had landed her in the hands of her captors. Illyria had panicked, and even with her wand she had been unable to suitably respond to their advances. Yet, she knew that being thrown in a room with her fellow Order members was not the worst of what was going to happen to them. “What do we do now?” She looked up at her fellow prisoner. She felt helpless.

[quidditchjones]

     “Your pity isn’t needed.” Gwenog spat at the other, leaning back against the wall she sat by, staring at the other with empty, tired eyes.

[merry-macdonald]

Mary shivered, feeling cold in the dark and damp cell. Most of the other prisoners were asleep, but her mind was darting around eluding her from sleeping. She sat there cursing herself for not wearing something warmer or even just a top with sleeves. Although her eyes were directed at the floor she could feel someone’s gaze on her, looking up she gave a glare. “What are you looking at?” She could only imagine what she looked like. The brunette was pretty sure she was covered in dirt, grime and blood. Parts of her clothes were torn, her lip was split and bruises littered across her skin - it was safe to say she put up a good fight.

[owen-jones]

“Are these really necessary?” Owen asked raising a brow, gesturing to bonds around his wrists.

[troubledhayden]

“I’ve asked you once, I won’t ask you again....remove your fucking hands.” 

[ofwilks]

“You know you can’t keep us here forever, right? The others will be looking for us and we will make it out of here.”