Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-25389303-20190129221402

"We can't afford to let this go loud!" Arthur hissed, but doubted his words had been heard by his fellow conspirator as he was led away.

The doctor's words were interesting, though. The plan had been to reach their target without the entire asylum noticing, but should things go sour an impromptu prison riot could be a potential distraction for their escape. He had his doubts regarding the combat ability of weakened and half-starved criminals, especially when matched against a small army of well-equipped, battle-ready guards...but, at the very least, victory was not something they needed. Only to escape alive.

Pocketing the syringes with a grimace, Arthur turned back to the task at hand. Even if he wanted to, the location of the asylum's control room was a mystery to him. Not only that, but he doubted the security room and cell door controls were in the same place.

While Alexander investigated the lower level, Arthur proceeded with the original plan - reaching the resticted sections of the asylum. For that he would need the right authorisation card, which unfortunately meant finding someone of sufficient station. With nowhere better to start, Arthur took the elevator to the first cell block.

Stepping out through the elevator doors, Arthur bristled again as the oppressive cold swept over him. Even the cruel elements outside felt welcoming in comparison to this, and it was hard for Arthur to even comprehend the thought of living in this frozen hell for a single day, let alone one's entire life.

Being careful not to slip on the black ice covering sections of the corridor floor, Arthur made his way down the first hallway. Passing through many bulkhead-like doorways, he eventually came across the first of the cells...