[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] ???
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] The Cloaked Figure, The Nerd [@Morose][/center][hr]

As the stapler did nothing, Liam let out something of a frustrated sigh as his shoulders went slack for a moment. [color=686F91][b]"Can't I just get one brea-"[/b][/color] He was cut off of course as he was flung across the room, groaning in pain as his head slammed against the wall and he coughed, the breath knocked out of him for a moment as he tried to push himself off the wall, only to feel those chains begin to wrap around him as he turned to face the nerd again, groaning as he was trapped there against the wall. Coughing a little as he recovered his breath, he groaned and rolled his eyes as the nerd continued speaking up. [color=686F91][b]"Oh, [i]please[/i], monologue away."[/b][/color] He groaned.

In reality, Liam hoped that the nerd would begin monologuing for as long as possible, an hour, two, ten, if he knew anything from movies, he knew that the longer the villain monologued, the more time he had to find some statistically improbably way of escape. As he remained trapped in the chains, he shifted his arms and hands idly, attempting to reach whatever he could in his jacket or pockets, and in the softest whisper he could utter, he began to do something he had only done once before in his life. He prayed. Well, it was less of a proper prayer, more of a desperate call for help from the big man upstairs. [color=686F91][b][i]"If you're up there, you help get me out of this and i'll stop drinking, I swear."[/i][/b][/color]