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ataraxioff2013-03-25 12:38 am
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and raise an arm he does. only it's so he can take a closer look at those numbers that'd been etched in to his skin without his consent.]
Guess using our names would be too simple.
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Does yours mean anything to you?
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Guess we should... [a motion to the lockers; to the ones with matching numbers. he takes the lead this time, purposely stepping between gretel and his locker. he has no idea of what's inside, so he isn't going to risk gretel being front and center if its a trap. though judging by the fact others don't seem to be having any problems with hidden explosives, he could be overreacting a little. still, better safe than sorry. especially where gretel's concerned.
another glance to his number, and hansel finally tugs his locker open. carefully. he only breathes again once nothing seems to happen; no trap being tripped. neither of them are the sudden recipient of an arrow to the face. no, it seems that there's really...nothing to worry about here. which is the strangest part of it all. a look to gretel, a shrug, and he steps to the side so they can both check the contents.
clothes. and more importantly-] My gun?
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Small favors, I guess. [ it's muttered under her breath as she steps over to her locker and opens it. clothing is indeed there, along with her crossbow and a quiver of arrows. she glances over her shoulder at her brother, raising an eyebrow. ]
At least whatever's trapped us wants us to be comfortable.
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pulling his gun out the locker, he leans it against them instead, giving himself space to sift through the rest. shirt, jacket, pants- ah, there. his fingers wrap around his thighs holster, tugging it free so he can take a quick check inside. there's still a couple of full syringes, which means they've still got time to get out of there before he ends up slowing gretel down.]
Think the kid and the troll are here? [as difficult to miss as edward would be, he already doubts it. people are acting far too calmly right now for there to be a full grown troll walking amongst them. and ben, well, who knows with that kid.]
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I think either one would have found us by now if they were. [ she nods to the syringe case. ] How much have you got?
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it becomes a little easier to hide that concern once he finally pulls out a familiar leather satchel. the rest of the locker contents go ignored then as he flips it open, breathing a sigh of relief at the small collection of bottles sitting inside. it's those he shows to gretel then, grinning slightly as he does. with those, he has a little more time. weeks instead of days, and that's exactly what they need right now.]
Guess we should go see about finding a way back before they get each other killed. [not that he's particularly concerned about that. but as long as gretel gives a damn about them, he will too.]