"Whew. Better you than me boys. Looks like I got away scott free." Icarn muttered under his breath. "Might want to stay here until I sober up a little though. Maybe take a nap."
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Rich watches in amazement as Thomas topples to ground in front of him and Alison comes charging through the door.
Panicked, Richard can feel his heart rate rocket. He clenches his fists at his sides and tries to calm himself. Bringing his head up to make eye contact with Alison he lets out an awkward laugh.
A stern look of intense anger passes over his young face. "Looks like you found me. But let's get one thing straight. If you whip me, I will break your fucking nose."
He holds his hand out to Alison, "Give me the Whip." adding after a short pause, "Now."
Panicked, Richard can feel his heart rate rocket. He clenches his fists at his sides and tries to calm himself. Bringing his head up to make eye contact with Alison he lets out an awkward laugh.
A stern look of intense anger passes over his young face. "Looks like you found me. But let's get one thing straight. If you whip me, I will break your fucking nose."
He holds his hand out to Alison, "Give me the Whip." adding after a short pause, "Now."
Struggling to his knees, Thomas holds his head and addresses Alison.
"Ye heard 'im lass, Give the laddie the damn whip..." Pulling himself to his feet, Thomas stands beside Richard and shrugs his shoulders.
"Shite...I'm surprised ye managed t' barge thro' the door like that...I'm def'nit'ly atleast three times as broad as ye...and ye look a little flabby, if'n ye don' mind me sayin'"
Taking a step towards the trembling girl, he nods to Rich "Naw, we dinnae wanna hurt ye... But I'm no sure if we can handle a whippin'...No when we're in a position t' stop yez."
Now, just gotta wait fer the wee lassie's decision...I'm always feckin' waitin'!"
"Ye heard 'im lass, Give the laddie the damn whip..." Pulling himself to his feet, Thomas stands beside Richard and shrugs his shoulders.
"Shite...I'm surprised ye managed t' barge thro' the door like that...I'm def'nit'ly atleast three times as broad as ye...and ye look a little flabby, if'n ye don' mind me sayin'"
Taking a step towards the trembling girl, he nods to Rich "Naw, we dinnae wanna hurt ye... But I'm no sure if we can handle a whippin'...No when we're in a position t' stop yez."
Now, just gotta wait fer the wee lassie's decision...I'm always feckin' waitin'!"
Allison stood agape as a realization hit her; there was no way she could fight two fully grown men, at least one of whom actively wished to hurt her. At least, not here.
"Wh-what?" She said at last, stalling for time. "I-I can't do that... You know I can't." Still, she backed up a bit, whip at the ready.
"Come on. let's- I can be quick? Besides, How much damage could I possibly do? Think about it!" She was practically pleading at this point.
"Wh-what?" She said at last, stalling for time. "I-I can't do that... You know I can't." Still, she backed up a bit, whip at the ready.
"Come on. let's- I can be quick? Besides, How much damage could I possibly do? Think about it!" She was practically pleading at this point.
Exchanging a wry look with Richard, Thomas shakes his head.
"Ah've been in wars lass. Ah've done things ye likely wouldn't even dream of happenin'...."
He takes a deep breathe and looks to Richard. Ah cannae hurt a woman. No' again...No' ever.
"Ahm no' gonna hurt 'er, but...." As he trails off, Thomas strikes like a snake, moving with unbelievable speed to grab Alison at the shoulders and spin her around to face the door. Pressing her against it, he wrenches the whip from her feeble grip and proceeds to tie her hands behind her back. He hums to himself as he does this, attempting to ignore her violent screams of protest.
As he steps back and admires his handiwork, Alison's struggles subside as she begins to weep against the door. Ah, ye're naw good, Old Man... Naw feckin' good at all.
"Ahm sorry..." He turns to Richard, who stands gaping at the scene. "What now then lad? Tha' Feckin' M ain't gonna take kin'ly to oos feckin' up 'is game, eh?" As he says this, Thomas examines one of the mannequins and pulls off it's left arm. Hefting it onto his shoulder, he grins at Richard. "Ahm gonna need a weapon if ahm gonna start ma own game."
Mebbe I can convince these two t' 'elp. Shouldn't be 'ard considerin' M's against us all.
"Ah've been in wars lass. Ah've done things ye likely wouldn't even dream of happenin'...."
He takes a deep breathe and looks to Richard. Ah cannae hurt a woman. No' again...No' ever.
"Ahm no' gonna hurt 'er, but...." As he trails off, Thomas strikes like a snake, moving with unbelievable speed to grab Alison at the shoulders and spin her around to face the door. Pressing her against it, he wrenches the whip from her feeble grip and proceeds to tie her hands behind her back. He hums to himself as he does this, attempting to ignore her violent screams of protest.
As he steps back and admires his handiwork, Alison's struggles subside as she begins to weep against the door. Ah, ye're naw good, Old Man... Naw feckin' good at all.
"Ahm sorry..." He turns to Richard, who stands gaping at the scene. "What now then lad? Tha' Feckin' M ain't gonna take kin'ly to oos feckin' up 'is game, eh?" As he says this, Thomas examines one of the mannequins and pulls off it's left arm. Hefting it onto his shoulder, he grins at Richard. "Ahm gonna need a weapon if ahm gonna start ma own game."
Mebbe I can convince these two t' 'elp. Shouldn't be 'ard considerin' M's against us all.
M watched in amazment as Thomas took the whip and tied Alison up. He starts the PA.
"Thomas, you have one minute to either give Allison the whip back, or proceed to hurt her. If you do not, consequences will be unleashed" M said, still smiling but with a little frustration.
Damn old people, can never get good results from them!
"Thomas, you have one minute to either give Allison the whip back, or proceed to hurt her. If you do not, consequences will be unleashed" M said, still smiling but with a little frustration.
Damn old people, can never get good results from them!
Thomas glares at the floor as he listens to M over the PA.
Ah...Ah cannae do it...
"Why the feck are ye doin' this, ye sick ****!?" Thomas screams, thrashing the mannequin arm about. "Ahm no gonna hurt 'er! And Ah'll be damned if ye think I'll stand by 'n' watch someone else 'urt 'er."
After a moments contemplation, Thomas growls venemously and hurls teh mannequin arm across the room.
Stalking furiously over to Alison, he unties her and shoves her towards Rich. "Ahm no' bein' part o' this any longer!!!!" Gripping the whip in a trembling, white fist, Thomas storms into the corridor.
Shite...what the feck am I doin'?? Shoulda jes' hit her once...jes' to save yer skin, Old Man.
"Ah hope the wee lass appreciates this..." Thomas sighs to himself, waiting for the inevitable consequences.
Ah...Ah cannae do it...
"Why the feck are ye doin' this, ye sick ****!?" Thomas screams, thrashing the mannequin arm about. "Ahm no gonna hurt 'er! And Ah'll be damned if ye think I'll stand by 'n' watch someone else 'urt 'er."
After a moments contemplation, Thomas growls venemously and hurls teh mannequin arm across the room.
Stalking furiously over to Alison, he unties her and shoves her towards Rich. "Ahm no' bein' part o' this any longer!!!!" Gripping the whip in a trembling, white fist, Thomas storms into the corridor.
Shite...what the feck am I doin'?? Shoulda jes' hit her once...jes' to save yer skin, Old Man.
"Ah hope the wee lass appreciates this..." Thomas sighs to himself, waiting for the inevitable consequences.
M smiles and presses a button on his desk. As an alarm goes off, the doors slam shut and are locked. Two guards run out from behind Thomas and point guns at him.
"Thomas, you have five seconds to get back in the room. 1-2-3" M starts over the PA.
Learn some proper language Thomas
"Thomas, you have five seconds to get back in the room. 1-2-3" M starts over the PA.
Learn some proper language Thomas
Hearing the alarm, Thomas sighs wearily and shakes his head. He feels two gun barrels against his back.
Still gripping the whip, Thomas contemplates his options.
Wonder if ah ken...naw. No way can I get outta here alive....
Shrugging his shoulders, Thomas whips abrubtly whips round and grins at the guards.
"Ye're in ma way, guys." The guards step aside and allow Thomas to entry back into the mannequin room. The door slams ominously behind him.
Staring at the trembling Alison and dumbfounded vacant-eyed Richard, Thomas allows the whip to uncoil by his side.
After sighing, he takes a deep breathe and closes his eyes for a little longer than a blink.
No choice.... Gotta be me...
Thomas pulls his arms out of the jumpsuit and pulls the top down to hang around his waist. his body is toned for a man his age but dirty, and covered in bruises and scars. He throws the whip down at Alison's feet.
Spreading his hands wide, with a hopeless look on his face, Thomas waits.
Still gripping the whip, Thomas contemplates his options.
Wonder if ah ken...naw. No way can I get outta here alive....
Shrugging his shoulders, Thomas whips abrubtly whips round and grins at the guards.
"Ye're in ma way, guys." The guards step aside and allow Thomas to entry back into the mannequin room. The door slams ominously behind him.
Staring at the trembling Alison and dumbfounded vacant-eyed Richard, Thomas allows the whip to uncoil by his side.
After sighing, he takes a deep breathe and closes his eyes for a little longer than a blink.
No choice.... Gotta be me...
Thomas pulls his arms out of the jumpsuit and pulls the top down to hang around his waist. his body is toned for a man his age but dirty, and covered in bruises and scars. He throws the whip down at Alison's feet.
Spreading his hands wide, with a hopeless look on his face, Thomas waits.
Slowly rising from the ground, Alison silently takes the whip in her hands.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! She thinks frantically as if she could speak telepathically with the large man.
She closed her eyes and turned away as she raised the whip, and unleashed. Spazzing at the feeling of the weapon hitting flesh, and the sickening crack that resounded through the air, she dropped the whip and dropped to her knees.
"There! There, he's whipped! Are you happy now?!" She shouted, angry at both M and herself.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! She thinks frantically as if she could speak telepathically with the large man.
She closed her eyes and turned away as she raised the whip, and unleashed. Spazzing at the feeling of the weapon hitting flesh, and the sickening crack that resounded through the air, she dropped the whip and dropped to her knees.
"There! There, he's whipped! Are you happy now?!" She shouted, angry at both M and herself.
M smiled to himself before making the bell go off.
"That's enough for now. Please leave your hiding and go back to your rooms. You will be allowed thirty minutes of socialization and then food will be at 7." he said still smiling.
Glad that damn old man was whipped
"That's enough for now. Please leave your hiding and go back to your rooms. You will be allowed thirty minutes of socialization and then food will be at 7." he said still smiling.
Glad that damn old man was whipped
"AHHHHh SHIT. Now I gotta get down. Shit shit shit." Icarn said as he climbed down and tried to avoid the broken glass." He walked into the hall and said, "My you guys sure look like you had some fun. Join me in my room in 5 minutes adnd we can finish off this bottle," he said, raising the Vodka. "It'll help numb the pain. And you," he said pointing at the young man "What the hell are you doing letting this old man get whipped? Its a fuckin' horrible experience. Why would you put an old man through it?" Icarn waited for an answer.
As the bell went of Mikael crawled out of his hiding place, his legs cramping as he did. He didn't know what had happened but what he had heard had made his stomach lurch. He slowly opened the door and peered out, making sure it wasn't a trick. He stepped out into the corridor and walked towards the others, the old man had a large cut across his chest.
Poor guy He thought to himself.
Poor guy He thought to himself.
Richard watches as Alison cracks the whip over Thomas? bare back. He wants to lash out, to hurt someone, to do something. His frustration reaching levels he hasn?t felt in such a long time. As the blood gushes out of Thomas? open wound, Richard lashes out and smashes a mannequin from a chair. The release helps to calm him. With deep breaths and tears streaming down his face he moves over to Thomas and places a hand on his shoulder.
Leaning in his talks quietly into the old man's ear, "I'm sorry old guy, I froze up, I can't cope with this... pressure." Richard casts back a hard glare at Allison before turning back to Thomas. Leaning in as closely as possible, he whispers "We can't play into this sick fucker's games. We need a way out."
It is at this point that Icarn walks in, reeking of alcohol. Richard looks up to see Icarn pointing a finger at Richard and saying something that is hardly understandable due to his drunken slurring. Richard catches the last sentence clearly. "Why would you put an old man through it?"
Rich takes a moment to think, to attempt to calm himself, but it is no good. Shaking, he rushes Icarn un-expectantly, pushing him out into the hallway and slamming him up against the wall, pushing his forearm against Icarn's throat, his right hand with a firm grip on the collar of his jumpsuit.
"You fucking drunk bastard. Don't go pointing the finger of blame at me..." Richard trails off, as if realising what he is doing. Letting go of Icarn he storms off down the corridor towards their rooms.
OOC: The snow is mental in England right now. Who else here is British?
Leaning in his talks quietly into the old man's ear, "I'm sorry old guy, I froze up, I can't cope with this... pressure." Richard casts back a hard glare at Allison before turning back to Thomas. Leaning in as closely as possible, he whispers "We can't play into this sick fucker's games. We need a way out."
It is at this point that Icarn walks in, reeking of alcohol. Richard looks up to see Icarn pointing a finger at Richard and saying something that is hardly understandable due to his drunken slurring. Richard catches the last sentence clearly. "Why would you put an old man through it?"
Rich takes a moment to think, to attempt to calm himself, but it is no good. Shaking, he rushes Icarn un-expectantly, pushing him out into the hallway and slamming him up against the wall, pushing his forearm against Icarn's throat, his right hand with a firm grip on the collar of his jumpsuit.
"You fucking drunk bastard. Don't go pointing the finger of blame at me..." Richard trails off, as if realising what he is doing. Letting go of Icarn he storms off down the corridor towards their rooms.
OOC: The snow is mental in England right now. Who else here is British?
I'm British Kenobi! LOLOLOLOLOL
I didnae cry oot....No' let that fucker get the the satisfaction o' hearin' ma pain.
Fingering the stinging gash across with trembling fingers, Thomas bites back the pain. He smiles weakly at Alison. "wasnae yer fault lass..."
Richard walks over to him and whispers in his ear; sentiments that mimic his own. A drunk guy suddenly bursts in and lets rip on Richard in an indistinguisably slurring language before Richard explodes in rage, his face contorted into a ferocious mask of hate. Thomas watches in disbelief as the two figures catapult out of the room thanks to Richard's momentum.
Shite...what happened must've hit tha' kid pretty 'ard, if he's reactin' like that... Ah should calm 'im doon if we're gonna 'ave any chances of workin' t'getha
Sweeping a sullen glance over everyone else, he follows Richard to his room.
"Shit ya crazy bastard. You think you're the only one who has it hard? Huh? But seems we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Icarn. Who are you?" Icarn said following the angry one. "Do you want a drink?"
I'm Scottish, I've been off school for 4 days because of the snow!
Mikael yelped and jumped out of the way as two men flew out of the doorway he was standing at. He stood there dumbfounded, what had he missed?
After the situation died down he went into the room where Alison stood, trembling. He put his hand on her shoulder.
"You didn't have a choice" he said quietly, trying to comfort her.
Ignoring the drunk guy, Thomas slams the door in his face and blocks it with his great bulk.
He folds his amrs and watches Richard for a while, waiting for him to say something. The gash across his chest hurt like hell but he'd been in worse shape over the years. Right now he couldn't bear to deal with the, he just needed to see where Richard stood on things.
Ah know we cannae talk too openly here...Ah guess 'e knows that too. Jes' see wha' the guy 'as t' say....
"Y'alreet lad?" He says in a somewhat comforting tone. Thomas was never very good at comfort.
Shaking his head, Thomas wonders how Alison is feeling.
"Ah hope the wee lass doesnae take things too hard... Ahm alot harder than Ah look" He chuckles attempting to break the tension in the room.
Feeling The door slightly move, Thomas presses his weight harder against it.
Ah willnae get caught by surprise...no' like last time.
He folds his amrs and watches Richard for a while, waiting for him to say something. The gash across his chest hurt like hell but he'd been in worse shape over the years. Right now he couldn't bear to deal with the, he just needed to see where Richard stood on things.
Ah know we cannae talk too openly here...Ah guess 'e knows that too. Jes' see wha' the guy 'as t' say....
"Y'alreet lad?" He says in a somewhat comforting tone. Thomas was never very good at comfort.
Shaking his head, Thomas wonders how Alison is feeling.
"Ah hope the wee lass doesnae take things too hard... Ahm alot harder than Ah look" He chuckles attempting to break the tension in the room.
Feeling The door slightly move, Thomas presses his weight harder against it.
Ah willnae get caught by surprise...no' like last time.
lewism247 said:
Hope my Scottish dialect isn't offending you lol...