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Korazon
don't make me cactus your bitch-ass to death
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Trent nodded at the idea. If these two were willing to come along with him while in this deathtrap, he was all for it. It meant two people out of his graduating class wouldn't be looking to kill him, which meant the world. Of course, when someone with a grudge stumbled upon him and decided that it was an ideal time for revenge...he couldn't see that his two new companions would necessarily enjoy being around him very much. He'd just keep that whole detail to himself - at least, for now.

We'll deal with that if it ever comes up...I dearly hope that it doesn't, but then again, when has fate not been decidedly specific in its plan?

At Jane's question, he shook his head. The name rang a bell, but he couldn't immediately place the face. Sounded French, so if she ran into them, he was pretty certain he'd recall her. Absentmindedly stroking his goatee, Trent glanced around the area.

"Teaming up works for me. I'd far prefer to have some backup if things were to get...well, hairy."

Considerably calmer than he'd been moments before, and having had time to adjust to his new situation, Trent began to formulate a plan in his head. If there was one thing that he was unprepared to do, it was die. Fate had been far too forgiving with giving him a second chance - his life was SUPPOSED to take on some form of meaning. He could hardly believe that it would be to die in some sort of horrific game. Absolutely not.

"Notwithstanding any of that, though...I don't know about you two, but I feel like the only way out of this situation is the one way that everyone's got to be thinking about - escaping. As far as how we do that...I'm not really sure. I'd need to know a bit more about the lay of the land before..." He stopped. "...fuck, who am I kidding? I don't know what I'm even saying. I'd love to escape, but we need to really think carefully, and get someone who's a far better planner than I could ever be."

Exhaling deeply, Trent scratched the back of his neck. It wasn't like him to stumble over his words, but...the truth was, he was downright fucking terrified.

"Outside of Cyrille, do you two have anyone...people you'd like to find?"
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