Kidnapped or Rescued? OPEN

[Jillian Rafael Riggins]

Raffy staggered through the doors of the Ghastly Comedy Club, leaning against an unfamiliar figure. She opened her mouth to ask where they were going, but was shushed and allowed in by the bouncer who eyed her suspiciously.

"It's alright, she's just a little tired, that's all." the person told him, holding her hand firmly. She didn't really want it there. Raffy wasn't exactly sure who this person was, she wasn't sure who anyone was, wasn't really sure where anything happened to be, but she didn't like being suppressed at this moment.

What was happening? "Remember, Raffy, remember..." she muttered, holding her forehead in her palm. Nothing was really obviously coming to her mind, but snatches of things kept coming up every once in a while. She remembered... a party. She hadn't really wanted to go, but there was this... this peppy blond girl who wanted her to. She had never really been introduced to the girl, but somehow the girl liked her anyway and wanted her to come. She'd gone... She just wanted to talk a little, meet up with some people from last year, but she'd sipped something... Then it went blurry. What was in the drink? Why were there so many drugs around this campus? "Not very safe..." she muttered.

The club didn't look very safe either. Jill wondered why the stranger had brought her here, but the person just hushed her again and told her something about Friday being... Karaoke Night? What did that mean again? They might want to sing, but why'd they bring her here? Oh...

Raffy didn't want to. Maybe she'd help in a duet or something, but not a solo, no. Not while in this condition. This was bad. She had to leave.

She tried to leave, but the figure grabbed her hand, not painfully but firmly. She looked back. She couldn't see them, they were blurry and the lighting was dark, but her empathy kept her again.

"Nothing bad will happen... Nothing." she murmured, and leaned against them. She was so tired. So tired.

[Midge Kirsten Dearivus]

Yeah, Midge did it. She wasn't ashamed either. The girl would have been raped or something if she hadn't intervened. Mew held some great parties, but why did she have to invite those dang shady guys? They were always screwing people over, mostly girls. Why did guys never get spiked? It was really sexist. Midge had been pulling these girls out of parties for ages, usually sending them to the hospital or to their dorms, but Midge had plans tonight. She wasn't going to let her own god damn sympathy for these victims get in the way of her plans tonight. She had LOTS of them, and she knew Jill could deal with them. A pit stop at the dorm could be done at midnight, but until then the Junior was going to stay with her. The Club was the first bit, Midge ALWAYS came for Karaoke night.

She had planted a tomato gun to go off about halfway into the first song, shooting perfect little juice bombs into the stage. The second would get a nice dropping of sandbags from the top of the stage, third a malfunctioning of the microphone. Midge was going to perform for the fourth song, she still wasn't sure what. All she knew was that it was going to be epic. It usually was.

Raffy leaned up against her, snoring a little. The girl was so dang tall, it was really annoying. Why did she keep doing this? These people were older than she was, shouldn't they be more responsible? It would be so much easier for her to, but she supposed that her good deeds must count for something in the future. Could you get community service hours for helping people be safe? Midge didn't think so, but still kept doing it.

[Jillian Rafael Riggins]

Jill breathed out, causing a small bubble of spit to come out of her mouth. It took her a few seconds to notice it, but when she did, she popped it. She felt kind of embarrassed, but decided that no one really cared. She noticed that the person she was leaning against was quite a bit shorter than she was and tried to shift her weight toward the seat she was occupying. She didn't want the person to regret rescuing her, Raffy definitely had needed it. "Thank you," she tried to say, but it came out more like "Tank dude...". She was way over her head right now.

"Hoot er doo?" Raffy asked, tripping over her own tongue. She blushed more, and it seemed to alter her vision. Red wisps EVERYWHERE. She reached toward one and, to her own surprise, felt something. It was... wet. She pulled her hand back and sniffed at it. It smelled red alright. Like... three. Three smelled terrible.

What was happening? Erk, she didn't feel great. Couldn't she just go home? Red things were at home, but not three things... she wasn't thinking properly. She wanted to sleep. She guessed she could sleep here, but at home, she had a bed...