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(Posts of more fail that is comprehend-able here)

 
It was a cell. It was cold and wet and boring. To make matters worse, he was inside it. It smelt of damp. The black mold was a permanent fixture along the stone walls.

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It wasn't the first time he, Dorian Raynsford was in this position. No, this place was slightly familiar to him. He wasn' t too worried though. He'd get out. He always did.

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Dorian rest his head against the mold ridden stone wall. His thoughts were going over the many escape plans he could use. He wasn't quite sure how he'd escape yet. He was going to get out sooner or later though. Hopefully sooner.

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It had been about an hour since he'd been dragged to this hell hole. Dorian couldn't help but wince at how smug the navy men had looked at his capture. Perhaps next time he'd get caught in a less humilating manner. You know, like not getting a bucket stuck on his head.

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Not getting caught at all would be better still. Nevertheless, he'd better look on the brightside. His cell wasn't too damp. He wasn't stuck with some crazy person. The food wasn't rotten, well it was only slightly rotten, but it was better than the food he was usually stuck with on the Adelhard.

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o top the good pile of things off, he had atleast a full week before his exacution. Well before it was supposed to be his exacution. Dorian wasn't so stupid as to let himself be hanged. He was much better than that.

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Dorian sighed. It was almost nightfall. Ideally, he should think of something about now. The best escapes were always planned at night. Though nothing was coming to mind. It was rather fustrating.

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Unless... Unless the brick work was so rotten he was able to move some of the stones. Creating a hole he could hopefully slip through. It was an old trick. He'd tried it before. Not in that particular prison obviously.

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Dorian's nimble fingers searched for a weak spot in the wall. Anywhere the morter might come off and he might be able to move one of the bricks. No suck luck. Even through the mold the wall was a solid thing.

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That was a little troubling to say the least. A small flutter of panic was quickly supressed. He's get out. Somehow. Though things were begining to look a wee bit sticky.

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Dorian awoke the next day with a massive head ache and a stiff back. Panic was begining to cloud his thoughts. He should have been out by now. Infact he should have been scaring Takoma on the Steadfast at this moment in time. This wasn't good.

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His only other option was to try and bluff his way out. It was risky. Seriously so; it would have several 'ifs' in it too. Infact it depended on how supid the guards were. Also it depended on how supersitiusious they were.

EDIT: Pulling him out. XD;