Marcus Cullenway
Marcus groaned softly, slumping back into his seat. His request was ignored, not that big of a shock, but still. He glanced around the room one last time, hoping to see someone approaching him. Which, to his surprise, someone was. Adrin Mullen. She was a prize, alright. His eyes looked her up and down, almost hungrily.
"Hey there, sweet cheeks." Marcus greeted her, despite the risk of her just turning back around, leaving him with the ropes still bound around his hands. She didn't, and instead she dug out a pencil sharpener from her pocket. Marcus looked at it, questioning it silently on whether or not that could free him. He shot a puzzled look to Adrin, but she took no notice as she fumbled with it.
"You tell anyone, I'll kill you."
She hissed at him, before placing the blade from the pencil sharpener into his hand. He grinned, looking up at her. "My lips are sealed, thanks, darling." Marcus said to her, not even caring for the possibility of her grabbing the blade back. He was never the smartest subject. But nonetheless, Marcus started to slide the blade against the rope, laughing to himself as it cut away the rope.