Room 429 - Thursday Night

[once_a_traitor]

Edmund really did try to avoid doing stupid things now. He was a much more grave and sensible person that he had been as a young boy and he thought things through, often too much. That didn't mean that he never did stupid and inappropriate things, like fiddling with his girlfriend's handcuffs (which, yes, made him blush just thinking about them).

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[didntneeda401k]

Bill had been waiting outside a door further down the hallway, but you couldn't really call yourself a hunter if you ignored a call for help, so he wandered down towards the source.

"Something wrong, kid?"

[once_a_traitor]

He'd been expecting a student, probably one of his classmates, definitely not an adult. "Small problem, sir," Edmund replied, lifting his handcuffed arm to demonstrate. "I don't suppose you could fetch the key for me?"

The key, of course, was no longer where it had been and was nowhere to be seen.

[didntneeda401k]

Well, this was the kind of small problem Bill was more than familiar with. Occupational hazard. Still, it wouldn't do to laugh at the kid.

He looked around for the key, and couldn't find it. "Afraid I can't," he drawled coming over to take a proper look at the cuffs. "But luckily I know a thing or three about picking locks."

[once_a_traitor]

He looked back to where the key was supposed to be and glared. Whether it was squirrel, gremlin or some other beast, Edmund was not pleased with them. It wouldn't do to dwell on it right now, so he turned back to his would-be rescuer. "I would pretend to be surprised, but around here it seems to be a common skill. Unfortunately, it's not one I have myself. I'm grateful for you even stopping to take a look. I was afraid the first person along would be a classmate with a camera."