Kidnapped! - A domestic dog RP

[This is a domestic dog RP about stray/loose dogs that were taken to a testing facility for cosmetics etc, and have to make their escape.]

Schizophrenia snarled and slammed her body against the door of the cage. The door moved a little, but not much, even her own pit bull strength wasn't doing good enough. She pawed at the lock. "Damn!" she growled "My paws are too bulky to get through the bars of the cage and flip the lock." She paced back and forth, anxious and distressed. Isn't there anyone here who has a heart? This is insanity! she thought to herself.


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Sharman the collie was curled into a tight ball at the back of a small, metal cage, like many around him. He had been here for a while and had watched friends die or go mad and new dogs come and go. "It's no use" he said quietly to the new pit bull in the cage above him, lifting his head, then placing it back down.

On the other side of the room Cyanide lay in a highly secured cage,"He is correct. I've been here a year. The cut of my ears and leg and replaced it will metal, it caused me to become strong. When i thought i got away they shot me with a dart and it was a black out. Next thing i know I'm in this cage. Now i can't even move the door. They made altercations so you won't escape. Next thing you know you will be here for more than a year."

Schizophrenia sighed and laid her head down on her paws. "There's got to be a way out. There's always got to be some flaw in the mechanics of things." She looked up at the locked cage door "If I had something thin enough to get through the cage bars I could lift the lock on my cage. My paws are just too large."

Cyanide looks at the bar in front of her cage. She reached her paw out and managed to get part of it in her cage and grabbed it in her mouth, then flipping the lock on Schizophrenia's cage,"There..."

Razor, a young but very beat up and weak German shepherd/husky mix lay against the corner of his cage. He lay in the dark in a curled up ball. He took a deep breath and sighed.

Cyanide turned away.

Her small cropped ears stood up in a joyous stance as she leaped down from the cage. She nosed everyones loks, lifting the latches and opening the cage doors letting everyone loose. She looked everyone over and barked "We have to be careful, The people here won't hesitate to hurt us or recapture us. This is all about strategy.... One I don't have."

Sharman lifted his head as his door opened, but lay it back down, "there is no use...you are only forlonging the inaviodable future...we will all die here" he said quietly, the collie had been in this place for two years, he was now four and was in his prime age but testing had withered him, beatings had scarred him and now he was skinny and ragged from lack of food and sleep.

Razor didn't even notice his cage door open. He simply stayed in the curled up ball.

A collie -german sheperd mix stay squeezed into a cage. She was collie colored, with shorter fur and big ears. Her eyes, hazel, peered out into the gloom of the kennels where she was kept, and she growled slightly. The female was still young, between pup and adult, and was dubbed Kayce. She had been sold to an evil man by the farmer and farmworld she had been born into, and run away. But these...criminals had stolen her away and now she was a test subject.

Cyanide krept out and looked into the testing room,"Quick they are comeing!" and ran back to her cage and curled up.

Kayce's keen hazel eyes stared out of the bars of her cage as she closed the door, but did not lock it. This newbie may not have strategy, but she did. She was the daughter of a collie named Jane, a rough and tough once-stray turned to a good cattle dog, and Jane always had a plan...ALWAYS. One of the handlers whom usually worked with Kayce began to bend down to pick her up and at a silent count of three she bolted through the door, sprinting between his legs, and out the open door, where she skidded on the linoleum floor, her paws screeching, and turned down a meek hallway.
"C'MON!" she shouted to the others, naming herself as the distraction, she looked for another doorway to enter. The handlers and several others started to run after her, but she just laughed. No one could outrun Kayce.

Cyanide torn her cage door off and wedge it on the door so the people couldn't get out,"It's still worth the try to get out of here!"
And caught up with Kayce,"We have a chance to get out of here now. I wedged my cage door on the door so they can't get out."

Kayce turned to see Cyanide behind her.
"Where's the exit?" she barked sarcsatically, skidding to a halt a dead end and bursting through another door to another hallway.

Cyanide looked around,"Follow me." and lead Kayce to the door and busted threw the wooden object.

"You've got my vote!" kayce followed Cyanide through the busted door and out into the darkness of the night. She laughed as once more she caught sight of the glorious stars.
Oh, how I've missed you

Razor sighed, "I might as well try..."

Kayce looked back to see another dog, Razor she thought his name was, following. Good, so they all weren't cowards.

Razor left his open cage and limped slowly, trying to make less of a clicking noise with his nails.

Schizophrenia took up the end of the line, she was strong and still young yet, and had a lot of power. Her cropped ears flicked back and forth picking up all sounds as she nudged Razor gently with her large blocky snout "Hurry, there isn't much time, don't worry about sound"

Kayce looked back to see Razor was limping, and a handler was coming straight for them! She pounced on his and bit into his hand, angered.

Schizophrenia snarled and leaped up, taking the handlers throat into her jaws and locking down on them. She snarled and whipped herself around, making sure the damage was extreme. She let go, watching the handler drop to the ground. She looked back at razor again "I know you're hurt, but we need to hurry!"

Razor watched shockingly and more scared than ever as the events happened. He liiped quicker, now in a side ways jog.

Schizophrenia made her way to a door labeled with the word "EXIT" on it. But she was excited too soon, as a handler made his way at her with a tazer, sticking the prongs in her back. She screamed and yelped and slammed herself against anything around her trying to make the electric pain go away.