Darcy nods and follows behind him, looking for her purse, which is sitting under his jacket, and makes a face when her original taser is missing. "Oh hell no. Where the fuck is Mr.Sparky."
"My flip flops were behind that dresser, and I still can't find my taser, my phone, or anything but my I.D cards and some cash. We need to get the hell out of her bro."
"I agree." Bruce said firmly. He had the feeling he wouldn't be finding his shoes - petty to take them, and he'd managed in worse, but definitely...worrying. "Get whatever things you can find and let's leave immediately."
"Sounds like a plan." Pulling on her hoodie (she was not going to tempt fate with a Silent Hill t-shirt in a fucking log cabin), and make sure her purse is not within grabbing range she nods at him, grabbing a heavy duty flashlight last minute.
"Oh for the love of god." She has to test it for herself, and cursing the fact that she stopped regularly carrying a screwdriver around somewhere in middle school (her mother told her to always be prepared) Darcy kicks the door, and starts swearing when the heavy wood meets bare toe.
"Careful." Bruce says, eyeing the door up. Rather than smash his shoulder against it, as the low animalistic voice in his head urges him to to, he turns his attention to the hinges. Dismantling those should be fairly easy, and only a matter of minutes for each hinge.
"We'll be out in a moment." He assures her. "Get the bottom hinge, please?"
"Right. And..I've no idea what's on the other side of this door, so stay by me, all right?" If nothing else, the other guy can get them out safely - if he remembers that Darcy is a friend.
"Th-oh Jesus Christ why are we in the woods. I swear to god if some inbred motherfucker comes at me I am going fucking Ash Williams on their asses." Darcy does not like the woods, and she likes that vaguely foreboding sound in the distance even less.
Bruce looked around, taking stock of their surroundings. "A little quieter, maybe, Darcy." He suggested, trying to find something that could at least pass for a weapon.
He settled for an old piece of firewood, and hoped it was enough to keep anyone from trying to see if he'd back up the threat with force. "Which way should we go, do you think?"
Every side seemed equally wooded, but they needed to make a decision anyway.
"Away from the sounds." Darcy gripped the flashlight tightly in her hand, it was useless during the day as a light source, but the heavy plastic and metal was issued to police for a reason. It made one hell of a self defense tool.
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"Oh hell no. Where the fuck is Mr.Sparky."
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"I can't find my shoes."
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He tries it again. Rattles it. Actually swears. "It's locked."
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"We'll be out in a moment." He assures her. "Get the bottom hinge, please?"
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"Yeah."
The lower ones are rusted enough the they almost peel off the wall.
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"Are you done? Can you help me lift the door out?"
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"On 3?"
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"One. Two..."
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Darcy does not like the woods, and she likes that vaguely foreboding sound in the distance even less.
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He settled for an old piece of firewood, and hoped it was enough to keep anyone from trying to see if he'd back up the threat with force. "Which way should we go, do you think?"
Every side seemed equally wooded, but they needed to make a decision anyway.
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