"Sounds like it," Claws agreed standing up and staring at the walls, "You know I hate how boring it is in here, how fast do you think it would be to break out of here?"

"Itd take you 100 years, a million lives, and a complete makeover."

Aaron walked into the courtyard and sat down, watching some other people go about their regular routine. She quietly started singing, with nothing better to do, why not?

Shade decided to just go about,knowing nothing better to do,and dragged himself up out of the bed and carefully slipped out. He used the stairs as he'd seen humans do and walked down from the sixth level,walking about with a cold glare and listening closely to if he heard that buzzard bell thing.

(I will personaly keep prodding you if you let this die right now XD)

(Sorry, I'm waiting on a reply. @Navi--did you forget??
Orca, I'll keep the rp rolling gimme a couple minutes)

((Aaah, sorry!! I was busy Im so sorry))



Jessie nodded, and slowly walked out of the cell. They placed their hand on a wall to keep themselves from falling over, as they were exhausted and were having a bit of difficulty keeping themselves on two feet, and patiently waited for Jack. They were, while they were waiting, taking in everything around them. Every little detail, every cell and the people that occupied them.

(Don't worry about it, it happens to the best of us xD Just making sure you didn't die or anything)

"This place isn't right," he went on, following Jessie. "You're never safe here because one day it will be your turn to be taken--maybe a week, maybe years, maybe tonight. Some go quietly, some don't. Adam didn't, he went screaming and clawing at the wall and fighting for his life. In the dead of night they come for you, Jessie. Sooner or later they come for everyone."

Nicote and Lio were....well, goodness knows whered they'd gone. All Cole knew was that he spotted the two walking off to the caverns. Which meant that they were going to do some nerdy repairwork.

he sighed. "Man, hope that dinner bell rings soon..."

(This will not die! Yet!)

Jack led the way down the stairs, to a chamber of bare rock. This one was full of tables and benches, most of which were currently empty. At the far end of the room was a deserted canteen. The ceiling here was much lower, bearing down on them as Jack walked to the nearest table. "Welcome to the trough room," Jack said. "This is where you get your three tasty, nutritious meals a day. Steak, salmon, venison, champagne truffles. The works!"

Victoria had wandered down and overheard. "Really?" She asked, a flicker of hope igniting inside her like a drug.
"Sure, I guess. Trouble is you can never be too sure what you're getting because it's blended up with about a ton of sawdust and served as a paste. I like to think that we're eating used to be real food."
The flicker died, along with her appetite.