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Post by Rieev on Mar 24, 2013 12:13:28 GMT -8
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Post by Helix on Jun 23, 2013 22:12:12 GMT -8
Like any other day, the Pit inmates were scattered on the island's beach waiting for specific orders. It wasn't quite yet time to start the detail, but Moort was as vigilant as ever. He knew that with Emim off at therapy, and her sort of not being interested in this whole scheme, it was up to him to shape the intel that would come out of work today. His thought process went through all sorts of strategies, like feeding false information or simply just omitting facts. It all relied on what he'd find though, and he'd need to set his bearings. Who knows, his findings might even benefit from telling the truth.
Directly from the large entrance, the main shipping dock was not visible though it couldn't have been far. Moving inmates, after all, had to be done as quickly as possible but putting the main entrance near the main dock was just asking for disaster. But then again, this larger entrance was a must for the inmates going to the Pit; if there was an alternate doorway for the other creatures then they could afford putting the dock even further. He'd have to start his movement away from the Pit then, so he decided to venture clockwise on the island for the day. He'd set his pace slow and deliberate so as not to attract attention.
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Post by Helix on Aug 24, 2013 19:33:59 GMT -8
It had been several hours now, and Moort was halfway through his work shift. Unnoticed he scoured the shore of the island for trash and dead animals like usual, slowly but deliberately. At last something in the distance caught his eye, and noticing that there seemed to be no one around, he continued as he was.
Much to his content, he came across the very dock that helped shuttle the inmates. It was sturdy, wide enough to hold even the largest giant in the Pit, and ran at least fifty yards out to sea. As he expected, there was no ship present, and none visible in the distance. There was no door across from it either. "Is there really only one entrance? Or maybe it's a concealed door..." he thought to himself. He'd have to get lucky and watch a shipment come in, but that was always after work hours, usually during or after dinner.
He walked straight past the dock, a sense of disappointment washing over him. "What would happen if I just tried to leave now? Could I float to shore like a stray log? Or does the fabled leviathan need a toothpick? That Midori and Meela came in four days ago, and inmates come in every week. I could just try to do this myself and get in trouble on the job so they'd lock me outside," his mind raced. He had never thought of escape more than he did now.
Moort hadn't even yet rounded half the island, and there was no sign of another visible door. He got as far as he could without letting the dock out of his sight, but eventually decided to turn back. He had to go around the opposite way tomorrow. He must.
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