forum {COPY} "Diagnosis: Anxiety, Depression, and Mental Illness." Small Group 2/5 OPEN RP

Started July 27, 2019 by @saor_illust school

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Cerulean heard a couple voices outside his room and groaned. He dove under his covers and calmed his breathing, pretending to sleep. The door to his room was unlocked and so anyone could come inside and see his bed first.

"Hey, uh, hello?" Gracie called out into the crack of air between the door and the doorframe. She didn't want to go inside until Seo Hyeong came over and she shared the details of her discovery with her.

Deciding that shes been gone enough, Seo Hyeon walks down the hallways, noticing Gracie and walking up to her
"hey, did you find him?"
She whispers to him as she tries to peek through the door.

"Could you annoying people be any more louder?" He yelled sarcastically from his bed, getting up and slamming the door behind them.

"Hey pretty boy! We wanna talk to you!"
She says knocking on his door once again.

"Sucks for you, I dont!" He called and went back into the warmth of the bed

Pausing time itself as she opens her door, walking in and standing in front of his bed with her arms crossed.
"You wanna break out?"
She says as time unpauses and she looked him dead in the eyes.

"Heh. Good job," Gracie responds. "I did call you, y'know…"

He looks at the serious look on her face and bursts out laughing. "You guys are going to escape?" He laughed

"not trying, we will…and we want you to help us"
She says as a smile crosses her face

"I have tried escaping this place. Even managed to once. But they have trackers that immediately found me." He muttered, playing with a small orn of water

"Okay, well we can get out again then! And we can get the trackers out…somehow. Wait are they like….inplanted in us? Or like….something else?"
She asks him tilting her head sideways a little, making her white hair fell to the side and in her face, tickling the back of her calves.
i should cut this….

"No, they have people like us that work for them and have a tracking ability."

"Well, yeah! Duh. I vote we kill all the staff," Gracie replied, staring Cerulean in the eyes.

"oh yes! Im excited!"
She says bouncing up and down a little bit, her hair seeming to be dancing with her movements as it also bounces.

"yay!" Grace said, tilting her head at Cerulean with a questioning look that said Are you with us or not? For her sake, she hoped that he would pick up on her silent question.

"If I see you have any benefit to your cause, I'll side with you or else I'll just leave you when we get out." He said

"hmmm, nice!"
She says having to think about it a little bit. Walking up to him she held out her hand with a sweet smile
"We can be like the three musketeers!"
She says with a slight head tilt, really hoping he wouldn't leave her hanging.

"Hmm, I don't really care if you stay with us or not, but more people we have the easier it'll be to get out of here," Gracie replied, a distant look in her eyes.

"Not sure about that." He said and grabbed a water bottle, heading out the door and into the open garden

"So, are you gonna help us or not?" Gracie questioned as Cerulean brushed lightly past her.

Her smile fading as she lowered her hand. She hated rejection, mostly just…..felt really rejected when anyone did something like that. But she was fine.
"Suit yourself, but we're gonna burn this place down with or without you in it."
She says a tad angrily, but she regretted what she said.

Turning to Seo Hyeong, Gracie had a surprised look on her face. "We're burning this place down?" she asked, clearly alarmed.

"oh! Yes! Good idea!!"
She says snapping out of her sad state, turning around with a slight bounce

"I… that wasn't my idea, it was yours…"

"oh….okay! Lets start planning then!"
She says as walks towards the doorway to her

"Okay…" Gracie says nervously

"okay, so first! We need a place to go away from….. others. Do you know anywhere?"
She says looking down the hallway

"Well, seeing as the staff aren't paying much attention to us we probably could step outside for a bit…" Gracie replied.