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located in Hallowbrook, Illinois 1925, a part of Torture Circus, one of the many universes on RPG.

Hallowbrook, Illinois 1925

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Character Portrait: Ezekiel Felton Character Portrait: Mark Williams Character Portrait: Evangeline Davis Character Portrait: Ester Pradin
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Ester stopped pacing when she saw Evie going over to Mark. She didn't have time to warn her about his personal space issue before she had reached down to unlock his leg shambles. He began to tremble and Ester just stood there as it happened. In moments though Evie was up and Mark was, more or less, fine. Disbelief filled Ester's face as she looked from Evie to Mark then back at Evie. He had just met the dame, yet he reacted as he might have if Ester herself had gone up and done the same thing.

There wasn't much time to ponder on the subject, and she was quickly reminded of that when Evie mentioned the next move. Yes, they musn't dilly-dally. "Well, is this all of us? We should regr-" She was halted midthought as she heard Eziekiel's voice speak over her own. "Well, aren't we a bunch of eggs?" Ester looked over, trying to mask the suprise on her face. There was a girl with him, one she didn't recognize. Must be one of Evangaline's. Reading into Ezekiel's mind her thoughts were confirmed, unless there were two break-ins going on in one night. She almost laughed though when he thought it was an actual operation. This was no operation: this was last minute, heat of the moment, heroic attempt kind of act performed by a group of kids. No offense to them, what they were doing would be the kindest thing anyone ever did for Ester, or anyone else they were breaking out for that matter. But the honest truth was, they had no idea what they were doing.

Ester had stopped paying attention to Eziekiel long ago, lost in her own thoughts, dimming her high hopes of escaping. That was a mistake. In the time she had been spaced out, he had managed to put himself in the worst spot her possibly could. She saw Mark's hands go free, him falling to the ground. She put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from betraying the silence that they were relying on right now. She wanted to run to him. To tell him her would be fine. Comfort him until he calmed down. But she couldn't, and she would never be able to.

She hurried as close as she could to Mark, ignoring the pebbles and other things floating off the ground beneath her feet. She needed to get closer. She stopped about five feet away, but only because the debris was moving towards him and she didn't want to be caught in one of the item's paths. She waited there as he began to calm down and wiped at her eyes, realizing she had been crying a bit. She didn't even realized it. Hopefully it wasn't too noticeable. Slowly Mark got back up and smiled at her, she faintly smiled back, but her own smile was probably as fake looking as Mark's had seemed. They weren't okay, but they would deal with it.

Taking a deep breath, Ester tried to change everyone's train of thought. "Is there any more of you? We need to regroup and get a wiggle on if we ever plan on getting out of here." What if they were caught? What kind of horrors would Mr. Torture have in store for them? Surely they would be worse than anything Ester had ever recieved from him. After all, nobody had ever been so close to escaping. It would have been thrilling, if the current circumstances did not apply.