(Anthony my bad peoples)
((That's fine :) And yes, we are a rare breed that can survive without liquids)) Celia rushed over and tugged on the door with all her strength. Even with all of them pulling, it didn't so much as budge. She let go of a frustrated sigh after one last attempt, then stepped back, pushing her long purple hair out of her face. "Well," she began, "on the bright side, there's windows to climb out of." She gestured to one of the large bay windows to her right. "Let's see if we can't break one."
"Alright. Step back, girls. Mr. Man has got this handled." He grabbed the broken of leg of a chair and slammed it against a window. He stood back, completely flabbergasted when it didn't so much as crack.
"Holy crap," Celia whispered, staring at the window in awe. "It's like that one scene in The Haunted Mansion, you know, where he keeps bashing the window and it won't break..." She trailed off, walking to the other side of the room and picking up a broken brass rack. She swung, the piece of metal hitting the window with a dull thump, and nothing more.
"Holy firetruck," Celia said, staring at the window in awe. "It's like that scene in The Haunted Mansion, you know, where he keeps hitting the window and it won't break..." She trailed off, and walked to the other side of the room, returning with a broken brass rack of some sort. "Try this," she said, and handed it to Ben.
"Alright." He took the rack from Celia and swung it back and forth a few times. He stood a few inches from the window and swung as hard as he could. No luck.
"What in the world?" Celia wondered out loud. She turned to Z. "Do you... how..." She sighed. "Okay, so they have Plexiglass or something. Big deal."
Ben scratched his head and sat almost plumped down, before realizing he would probably break it if he did that. Instead he sat down gently.
(Sorry I wasn't here when this began; just pretend I've been keeping to myself.) Isabelle gulped. "So the door won't open and the windows won't open or break. That's not a good sign, guys. SO not good."
"Well, just, just don't panic yet, okay?" Celia said, trying to sound reassuring. "Just, um, maybe there's a servant entrance or exit somewhere. This building looks pretty old. Or like, a chimney we can climb up, or, or..." She paced, gesturing frantically. "We just can't panic."
Issabelle began pacing. "Yeah don't panic," she said, "Just calm down and wait for the MASKED PSYCHOS TO ATTACK!!"
"Isabelle, please!" Celia said. "We cannot panic just yet. It's probably some losers from school pulling a prank on us. It is the beginning of summer, after all, prime pranking season." She closed her eyes, putting a hand to her forehead. "For now, let's, let's just look around. Okay?"
Isabelle breathed slowly and repeated "Okay, okay." She stopped and said, "So, if this is a prank, they're SO dead. But if masked psychos jump out and kill us I will declare with my dying breath I TOLD YOU SO!" She began to breathe slowly again and pace.
"Have to say I agree with Isabelle, Celia. Unless there's some type of glue out there that can keep windows together. Because if there is, I need that." He laughed, raking his hands through his hair again.
Zoe watches as all the others start banging on windows and nearly panicing. "Guys, maybe we should look around for some other door. But we need to stick together. And even I can tell this is no time for jokes, so nobody jumps out from any corners saying BOO, OK?"
August walked around by the door was a frog and a turtle so he lifted them both up, under the frog was a key, so he took it. he then put it in the door and turned the look he jiggled the knob and the door didn't budge so he just kept the key in his front pocket of his shirt
((Sorry, but I believe I clearly stated in the beginning that there is no way out after they get inside, remember? Otherwise what would be the point of all this?))
(For the key to go randomly missing and the door shutting)