Hank Blues: strums guitar D-d-do you think we'll e-ever get out of here?
Whispering "Not as long as he's alive."
leans in close, lowering his voice I know, right? The only thing more endless than these fields are the songs I have to sing every damn day.
she shrugged I don’t know, but i hope so…
sighs Yeah...me too...
strums guitar again
I just wanna go home, y'know? Y'know, hug my momma, play some blues at the juke joint...but that all seems like a distant dream now...
looks at hank I don’t know, but as long as we stick together we might have a chance
chuckles bitterly
I wish it were that easy... I've been stuck here for months. That damn man never lets me leave without singing a song for him. He gets some sick pleasure out of it, I swear.
whispers back Maybe someday...but for now, let's focus on getting through this shitshow together, one sad song at a time.
he looks at you, nodding his head in agreement You're right. We gotta keep our spirits up somehow. Otherwise, we'll just go insane. strums a few more chords on his guitar
No I don't looks at him sadly
Hank Blues sighs, setting his guitar down on his lap. He gazes out the boarded up windows of the old farmhouse, as if searching for an escape route that isn't there. "Me neither," he murmurs, "I've been stuck here for months now. Singing those damn songs."
I don't know.. I pluck my banjo but I do know one thing... We're gonna make this son of a bitch regret taking us!
Hank nods, a small smile on his face as he continues to strum. "Damn right we are." He looks over at you, admiring your banjo. "That's a fine instrument you've got there."
I don’t know…I look at him
strums guitar again
I hope someday soon we'll be free... But I doubt that'll ever be...
he looks up at you and continues strumming
How long have you been here, anyway?
The next day they came back
Hank looked up when he heard the door open. He continued strumming his guitar, trying to keep up his stoic look but failing.
I’m a girl my name is Anna I wish… my eyes were teary I missed my family so much…
he glances at you, noticing your tearful eyes I hear ya... I miss my family too. It's hard being away from them, especially when we don't even know why we're here.
I look at him I don’t know
he stops playing and looks up at you
Do you really think he's ever gonna let us go?
I don’t know…I sit next to him
strums guitar It feels like we've been here forever. Every night, that guy comes in and makes us sing those damn songs. It's driving me insane. I just want to be free.
I don't know... She looks at him her body trembling slightly.
strums guitar I've been here for three days... Three long days. I'm getting sick of this place already. What about you? How long have you been here?
I have long blonde hair and pretty green eyes and I am wearing jeans and a crop top idk
Hank's eyes widen at your entrance, and he can't help but stare at your appearance. "Damn," he mutters under his breath, quickly averting his gaze and pretending not to notice. He continues strumming his guitar, his fingers moving deftly over the strings as he tries to focus on his music.
She looks at him then looks away I don't know...
Hank continues strumming his guitar while staring at her. It's been days, maybe weeks since I've been here. I have a feeling we're just gonna be here forever. he mutters under his breath.
Hank turns around to see the stranger, she had long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, wearing jeans and a crop top no clue
Hank raises an eyebrow as he looks at the newcomer. He sets down his guitar and studies her for a moment.
New face here. What's your name?