The clouds darkened as he walked up the hill. All of a sudden the bottom seemed to have fallen from the dark puffy clouds causing rain to pour from above with such might that he was nearly instantly soak. His fur stuck to his skin making his cold and uncomfortable, let alone cranky. He had always liked the water, when it was warm and nice out not in the dead of winter when he was at an already frightening place in the dead of night. Miles listened to his heart beat as the emails he had read played over and over in his mind. His team was doing an investigation of this place and needed some evidence from the scene to prove that the owner was treating the patients unfairly and had poor living conditions. Miles was nervous about scouting out this setting, but then who would be after the stories that came from this place? The news team decided that it should be a one man operation to keep thigs low key and unnoticable. At the top of the hill was a huge building. It looked eerie in the sudden bursts of light coming from lightning flashes behind it. The place looked run down and there were no cars in the parking lot. Miles trotted up to the gate opener though it looked as if no one had been there in years. He decided to continue his exploration. They desprately needed the evidence and proof to get this guy behind bars and to save lives. Miles grabbed his small video recorder camera, his compact notebook, and he put on his special watch that was also a voice recorder. He stood in the gate opener's office looking around for supplies when he found some batteries that fit his camera. "Nice, I might need some of these... I forgot my extra pack at home." He wagged his tail before slipping under the gate. This place was even scarier on this side. Miles shook not only from the cold but from fear as he walked ever nearer to the doors. There was no way they were unlocked, not a chance. He needed another way in and out of the rain. He searched around to be rewarded with a small hole in the chain link fence just big enough for him to pass under. He lowed crawled through it, even then it was a tight fit. One step closer to the inside now he only need to find an open door or even a window. As if answering his prayers a flash of lightning brought the open window to his attention. It was on the second floor though yet there was a messy pile of boxes that led straight up to it. "Guess that's the way forward then." Miles said with a bit of a smile. He ran up to the boxes and jumped up on to them camera safely clasped in his jaws in an attempt not to break it if he was to fall. The boxes swayed under his weight before they began to lean. Miles jumped through the window right as the boxes fell. He let out a sigh of relief before jumping in fright as the window too slammed shut. "Great guess I'll have to find another way out when I get done." With that he walked forward into the darkness and horror beyond.

Hey could i join this seems like a cool rp

(Yes you can! There's a sign up form over in the finding role players section to the thing (perfect English). It's under the same name as this one.)

Fawn Curled up in the corner of her cell. She sat head on her paws whispering to herself "who are you" she asked obviously hallucinating "can you help me out of here?" she asked no one in particular "BE QUITE" shouted one of the employees to her "STOP ALL YOUR WHISPERING" they screamed again. Fawn lifted her head and scowled "i'm just talking to him." she called back and received a series of laughing as a reward. she flattened her ears against her scull and put her head back down. She didn't know why the voice was a him it just felt like a him to her. She was just starting to drift into sleep when she heard a crashing sound it sounded kind of faint but she definitely heard it. She stood up and padded as quietly ash she could to the edge of her cell and peeked through the bars.

(they have cells right, that seems the most wrong to me so i'm gonna go for it, if not then i'll edit it later.)

(They have cells but they are padded cells. As for the employees most of them are dead, and the ones that are left are just trying to escape. I'll send Waylon to help her out.)

The sounds of the rain were soothing, if his shattered nerves could ever be soothed. Footsteps echoed down the hallway as the patient walked closer to him, club in hand. It was all Waylon could do to stay silent as the man passed him yet he prevailed. He let out a sigh of relief as the footsteps grew silent and faded all together. That was a close one, too close for anyone's likings. Slowly he crawled out from under the bed and dusted his already dirty clothes off. He took a breath and stepped towards the window opening it to let the fresh air in which was again a sad attempt to calm himself down. There was no way down from this window either, no ladder, or even ledges to grab onto to reach the ground safely. The jump would kill him if he tried though it seemed like a good choice right about now. No he needed to get out to tell the world of this horrible deed that was done to him and the others, though who would believe the word of one? That's why he had sent the message to the press, but in return that had gotten him to this point. Well maybe that's why they say you win some and lose some. Then he saw it, the small sylestia making their way over the top of the hill before jumping through the window and trapping himself in the already hellish trap. Could it be? Maybe, just maybe it was the break he had been looking for! Finally someone had found them, and hopefully they planned on helping. Waylon turned away from the window one last time before hiding yet again as the patrolling man passed his resting point for a second time. He waited for what seemed like forever before making his out from the under the bed again. He needed to get a move on before the man came back around. Waylon made his way down the hallway. "Who are you?" It was a females voice and it was calling to him. Should he answer? What if they needed help? He krept up to the cell and peered in. "Hello? Are you in this cell?"

Fawn looked up in surprise she hadn't expected this. She looked up at the face of what looked like a Vulynx staring down at her he had strange looking horns on his head too. "Yes i'm here." she replied bracing her forelegs on the door it sounded like the voice and this stranger was definitely a male. "Are you here to save me?" she asked hopefully

Was he here to help or was it more of just curiosity? He was here now in the least, he should try and save her if nothing else but how would he do that? He needed a key, which would be on a guard, which meant he had to press his luck even more and try to find the blame key. "Do you know which guard had the key?" He asked before looking behind himself to make sure the patrolling sylesti was not there.

"Yeah i think it's the gaurd that keeps walking in front of the door." Fawn replied quickley "He's threatened to come in my cell and make me shut up quite a few times." Fawn explained hopes raising

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Waylon looked back again. "I assure you that is no guard. Alright you stay here alright?" It was not like she had much of a chose in that matter. "I'm going to go find the key, stay quiet alright?" He warned then turned to leave. Where would the key be? On a dead body or with the patrolling sylesti. Great just great. Waylon began his search by looking at each of the guards bodies yet came up with nothing. The. He heard it, the click of keys as someone walked by. '****** he does have the keys...' Waylon growled as he crept up to the unsuspecting sylesti and gentle removed the keys. 'Nice and easy.' He turned to leave and ran back to the cell. "Alright I got them." He mumbled as he put the keys in the keyhole and turned them. "Come on we need to get out of here."

(New character, prepare for drastic personality switches...)

Fallen Hawk growls slightly, repeatedly ramming into the door of his cell. He'd been doing this for a few hours. He charges the door again; it groans slightly but doesn't do anything else.