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<blockquote data-quote="scranford" data-source="post: 3437202" data-attributes="member: 19141"><p><strong>ickle</strong></p><p></p><p>Ickle springs the surprisingly easy lock and opens the door a crack looking in. He seems to be in a small hallway of some sort with a door on the right, two doors on the left, and a large metal door with a strange locking mechanism inset into a small opening to his immediate right. He hears voices, and strange beeps and whirs coming from the brightly lit front of the building. There seems to be a clothing rack of some sort right in front of him with several of the strange uniforms he saw Deric wearing. Sliding into the shadows he grabs the smallest of the uniforms and puts it on. It smells strangely like some kind of cooking grease, and the material is one he does not recognize, but its better and less conspicuous than the white smock he had been wearing. It was still too large for him and drug the ground a bit, but after rolling up the sleeves it would do. </p><p></p><p>He steps closer to the front and notices Deric standing over some same contraption, which seems to be torturing him. He touched the machine then drew back his hand with a gasp of pain, exclaiming excitedly in some unknown tongue. Ickle surpressed the impulse to rush to his companions aid since he seemed to be OK, and besides he liked the guy well enough, but he liked his own hide better. He looked into a box of some strange material next to him on a shelf made somehow of wire, and pulled forth some packets made of a material similar to the lid on the foul smelling box, but much thinner. Inside was some strange green liquid. He opened one of the pouches, and took a big whiff. Surprised at the potent aroma of the liquid inside, he had to surpress a sneeze. PIcking a likely hiding spot he filled his pockets with this strange liquid, and waiting till nobody else was looking began to lob the small packets one at a time towards Deric's back; hoping to get his attention.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="scranford, post: 3437202, member: 19141"] [b]ickle[/b] Ickle springs the surprisingly easy lock and opens the door a crack looking in. He seems to be in a small hallway of some sort with a door on the right, two doors on the left, and a large metal door with a strange locking mechanism inset into a small opening to his immediate right. He hears voices, and strange beeps and whirs coming from the brightly lit front of the building. There seems to be a clothing rack of some sort right in front of him with several of the strange uniforms he saw Deric wearing. Sliding into the shadows he grabs the smallest of the uniforms and puts it on. It smells strangely like some kind of cooking grease, and the material is one he does not recognize, but its better and less conspicuous than the white smock he had been wearing. It was still too large for him and drug the ground a bit, but after rolling up the sleeves it would do. He steps closer to the front and notices Deric standing over some same contraption, which seems to be torturing him. He touched the machine then drew back his hand with a gasp of pain, exclaiming excitedly in some unknown tongue. Ickle surpressed the impulse to rush to his companions aid since he seemed to be OK, and besides he liked the guy well enough, but he liked his own hide better. He looked into a box of some strange material next to him on a shelf made somehow of wire, and pulled forth some packets made of a material similar to the lid on the foul smelling box, but much thinner. Inside was some strange green liquid. He opened one of the pouches, and took a big whiff. Surprised at the potent aroma of the liquid inside, he had to surpress a sneeze. PIcking a likely hiding spot he filled his pockets with this strange liquid, and waiting till nobody else was looking began to lob the small packets one at a time towards Deric's back; hoping to get his attention. [/QUOTE]
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