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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:11:55 GMT -5
After ripping open the mattress and feeling inside you would find...nothing. There doesn't seem to be anything in there...wait...what's this? There's something cool and small in there, probably metal. It doesn't feel like a spring...
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:13:03 GMT -5
I grin, taking the pocket knife to cut a bit more of the mattres, so I can get at this 'metal thing' a little bit better.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:20:56 GMT -5
When you pull it out you find...another key.
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:22:59 GMT -5
I blink. Another key? Could this possibly be the key to the jail cell? I take it out, slipping my hands through the bars, and trying to see if it'll fit...
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:26:09 GMT -5
Dismay! Alack! This key does not fit the cell door!
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:30:05 GMT -5
Tear. I pull the key out of the lock. Well, it had to open something, so I made sure to keep it on my person, for when I'd need it. I stand back, looking around the room again to try and see what else there might be....
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:33:09 GMT -5
You see your room. Nothing new has happened between the time you tried the key.
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:35:59 GMT -5
I decide the best thing to do is go back to the west wall, where the prisoner's left their markings, and see if they left any other clues.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:40:55 GMT -5
Even though you stare at the wall with a scrutinizing ogle, you cannot seem to find anything else that might help you!
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:42:49 GMT -5
I sigh, tired already. Maybe sleep would do me well. Except, I didn't know how much precious time I'd have to make my escape. I rise again, pressing my hands along the bricks, trying to feel for anything loose all along the wall.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:50:32 GMT -5
After spending a good while pressing every single brick in the room, you find them all to be rock solid. They are obviously replaced to prevent such things.
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 16:52:24 GMT -5
I slump over, fiddling with the pocket knife, feeling defeated. Then I wonder if there is anything in my pillow, so taking my knife again, I open it.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 7, 2008 16:55:24 GMT -5
Probably much to your frustration, the pillow is empty.
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Post by Seven on Dec 7, 2008 21:22:08 GMT -5
Yes, it is much to my frustration. I sigh, going back to the lockbox. For some odd reason, I decide to relock the lock box with the first key, and then try to put the second key into the key slot. Who knows, maybe it's special somehow....My cynacism kicks in. Or maybe it's just a replica of the same key...
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Post by Rojo on Dec 9, 2008 14:43:02 GMT -5
Nothing of real importance occurs apart from the key getting stuck once or twice.
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