Snippet #1540674

Reap was knee deep in thought, his pencil jittering away as he wrote with a quick hand. A noise reached his ears, causing him to stop completely. His eyes drifted to the door, some of the people had taken animal morphs and were howling and scratching at the door. And now i have lost my creative thought. Sighing he slid the key-card from his pocket into the notebook, through a small slit in two pages that had been stuck together with glue, forming a sort of pocket made exactly for this reason. He got up and slowly walked over to the door, standing a few feet away from the anamals. One of them was sitting by the intercom. Why doesn't she just morph back? He thought briefly. His thoughts shifted as his eyes drifted to the camera. He began putting 2 and 2 together, the voice of the guard yelled that he was missing the game. The guard out there mans the intercom, has the only way to open the door and a T.V. Surely that T.V must also be connected to this camera and display whats happening so the guard can keep an eye on us. If he has the T.V tuned to the game then the channel for the camera is not on! The thoughts added a new perspective to his plans. For this meant that they could do anything in here currently. his mind would return o that later, but now it drifted back to the animals making loud noise. Honestly, some people are trying to rot in peace here. He thought grimly, with a calm face he moved as far away from the door as possible. But found himself closer to a small group of people cluttering about...one of them he hated even more than the noise. Marcello Reap thought, the two had disliked each other since day one. Marcello, so open and friendly towards there captors here. Thinking his shit didn't stink, the one person Reap would miss the least when he got out of here. He moved back, leaning against the wall, trying to drown out the noise of the room with raw willpower. Just a little longer, just a little longer. He thought, taking out his notebook as he sat down and began to write again.