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SECURITY - Julie Payne - Civilian

It was the young girl's scream that awoke her from her slumber - wait, when had she even fallen asleep?

Blue eyes fluttered open as she attempted to rehash the last moments she could remember. She'd been at work...she'd left around three in the morning....she remembered climbing in to her worn out Beetle, but everything after that, memory-wise, was gone. Where was she and what was she doing here?

Voices were arguing, or rather, a voice was yelling back at the screeching one that had woken her up. And, judging by the fact her wrists seemed to be tied tightly together, she was beginning to suspect why the girl was screeching so loudly, even if her reasoning sounded absurd.

Her head turned as she attempted to identify her surroundings. She saw the screaming girl, tied a few feet away from her. A few feet away from her sat a shadowy figure, tilted back on what appeared to be an office chair. The mysterious figure (surely that had been the owner of the other voice, as there was no one else in the room aside from a surly looking feline) looked villainous to say the least. Strands of purple peaked out from beneath a hood, eyes covered by some sort of black paint. Was this some sort of gang thing?

Julie hadn't been living in Destiny City for long - a month, at best. She knew there had been violence in the city, but kidnappings? What would they want with a nurse and some yowling brat?

It was a peculiar comment - human. Of course she was a human, they were all humans. Now yiffer was an unfamiliar term for her, but judging by the disgust used with the context, Julie didn't really want to know the definition. There was something she did want to know, though.

"What are we here for, then?" Her voice was raspy, her throat and lips dry. Her purse was nowhere to be seen, nor the stethoscope that had been casually tossed around her neck. "If it's ransom you're after, you'll be a bit disappointed, at least on my end."

She didn't know if the brat was worth anything - hell, Julie would pay the woman just to get away from the screaming!

GAME STAND - Pat O'Ryan - NEGA / CIVV

God his head hurt! It was the first thought that drifted through Pat's head when he slowly drifted back into consciousness. He tried to rub his aching temples but found that he couldn't move his arms. Groggily his eyes cracked open and rather than seeing his bedroom the violet eyes made out a ramshackled building and two figures. Again he tried to move his arms and this time he realised that he was bound... hand and feet were tied and his head hurt likely from whatever had knocked him out.

"The hell?" It was hard to think when a marching band was parading through your head but Pat was trying. He figured something was seriously messed up since he was tied up and a closer look showed that the figure closest to him was also tied. The man, boy really, still looked pretty out of it which Pat was beginning to wish he still was after eyeing the only other person in the room. A blond kid in some weird uniform stood guard over himself and the other boy in the rundown space. Where was he? Why? The questions built in him as he slowly tried to work everything out.

He had been out running like he did pretty often, he had stopped for some coffee since the fall air had turned chilly, and after that... nothing. The redhead had no memory from after grabbing the cup of coffee and leaving the cafe. He must not have made it home since he was still in his running shoes and sweets. His pockets felt empty so that meant he didn't have his cell phone and he wasn't due back to work for another two days. No one knew where he was. Pat was on his own and he could only pray that someone would notice his absence. In the meantime however he needed answers, "Where..." His question was broken by a coughing fit which sent lightning spiking through his brain.

CAROUSEL - TOLLIVER ST. JAMES - CIVILIAN


It was extremely hard to form proper words. Tolliver could hear the low, rough voice of the man beside him, and he turned his head, his heart clambering in his chest. His gaze swept over the other's appearance - tied, like him, and looking just as uncomfortable. But his voice seemed level, more so than Tolliver's when he said tremulously, "I'm - fine - I think - "

But the rest of his words died in his throat at the sound of footsteps. In spite of her appearance, he sucked in a sharp, terrified breath -

- and then she was untying them, the ropes around his chest and legs falling free and leaving behind reddened skin and an extremely confused Tolliver. He cast a petrified look at his companion, and then hesitantly accepted the offered hand, staggering unsteadily to his feet.

"I'm - I'm Tolliver, are you - " He swallowed hard. "Were you two t-taken too? Where - where are we?"

SWINGS - OLGA - CIV

Olga was about to answer Lily, but instead her mouth hung open as she stared at the other captor dancing around Cheetohs. If she wasn't in the middle of a, yanno, kidnapping situation, she would have a huge appreciation for the types of characters that currently held them captive, and she'd be taking notes. The exact types of characters that made scenarios like these interesting! From the safety of a book, of course.

"I was..." She tore her gaze away from Haüyne briefly. "Walking home from the DCU library, er....late." Black eyes drifted back towards them. Geeze. Holing them up somewhere to die? She looked around, and thought it'd be morbid to be shut up in the middle of the swings stack. "The or else part...you let us go? No hard feelings~?" She knew better. She had an agent plunge his hand into her chest to get her star seed, and she had heard from Corey that one agent stabbed him, among other things. She sighed and then grimaced. Was she going to be able to keep her promise at this rate? Was she going to live at this rate?

"Too bad I don't have any ruby slippers, huh?" She asked Haüyne. "Maybe if I had some like yours---" Olga stared, and then squinted. Was that...blood...? "...Er. Nevermind." Olga looked back at Lily, her brows furrowing, before she choked. "Well, they aren't right now, yeah? Haven't you heard anything? They can steal your soul!" And she really wondered if that's what happened to that taller one...with a hole in the chest...

GAME STAND - Fionan Wright - NEGA / CIVV

What in the hell hit his head? His head was throbbing as he fought against the pain to open his eyes. It felt like he'd taken a hurling stick to the back of his head, not that he'd ever done so before, and he would know what it felt like to be struck by one as it wasn't uncommon for him to be bruised from practice or a game. But this felt like he'd been hit in the back of the head with a hurley rather than his leg or arm. Shifting to stretch he found himself unable to and taking some moments he finally figured it out - he was tied up. It wasn't just his arms but it was also his legs were bound...what the ********? He'd been coming home from practice, he had been hurrying to get home so he could get his homework done for the night, and suddenly nothing.

Shifting around to try and get a look around them he spied someone else...wait two other people. both seemed awake, one was unbound and in some odd clothing. Well, this was interesting as the one standing looked like those terrorists did. Was that what this was? Had they been grabbed by the terrorists? This was looking really bad.

His parents would notice him gone, likely already had, and would be worried. They were likely to call Fiona and see if his girlfriend knew where he was or if he was at her home visiting. It wasn't a terribly uncommon thing for him to do, drop by Fiona's home after practice to see her, what would happen when she gave them a negative answer? No doubt it would send worry spiking through them all and then what? They wouldnt' find him, he felt pretty sure about that, so what would they do? Would he make it out of this alive and return to them?

"What's going on?" He questioned as he moved and rolled on the ground, uncaring of becoming dirty, as he focused his hazel eyes on their apparent holder.

{Roller Coaster} Empressite – NEGA

Empressite was never, ever going to be volunteering for a kidnap and hold mission ever again. There was just no way she was suited for this type of mission. All of the waiting and inaction caused her temper to be shorter than normal, and she longed to snap at the captives who were really, really getting more and more annoying, though none of this showed in her demeanor. She had a part to play still, and damnit all, she would not fail or let her mask to fall.

She listened and watched as Dahlia worked her own type of magic on the most timid of the three.

Having – in her mind – dealt with the most troublesome of the captives, she turned her attention to the females. She longed to simply reach into their chests, and simply rip out their starseeds, ridding herself of the headache this mission seemed to be becoming. But that was against orders, so she would hold back - for now at least, but she wasn't making any promises if the captives remained the way they were.

She thought she would just help out with Kayden, before addressing the other problem captive, the combative female. She tossed her hair as she walked over to the scared female, trying to look as friendly as she could, given the circumstances. 'Are the restraints too tight honey? They can't be all that comfortable, but they are still necessary I'm afraid. At least until we are done talking.' Suiting actions to words, she carefully loosened the bonds, just slightly.

She paused a moment, both for effect, but also to wish, just briefly, that there was someone else there with Dahlia and herself, to help maintain control. Someone higher up, so she didn't have to bare the weight of responsibility for the captives herself.

'I used to be like all of you. I knew something was going on around us. But I didn't know what exactly it was, and I didn't know how to deal with it. How to protect myself, and those I care about. Then I was chosen. I became who you see now. I am stronger. I can protect what is most important to me.'

WATER RIDE - Fangite - Nega



This wasn't the first time Fangite had heard of holding people hostage in places meant for fun. However, this was his first time in being involved with it. The last time something like this had gone down, it had hurt someone close to him. So the Captain was bound and determined not to let that happen again. He didn't like how things had to go down mind you, but things had to be done. Regardless of if he liked them or not. Oddly though, Fangite found himself thinking that it was at least a smart idea that they had been spread out throughout the park, and not clustered together like in the Fun house.

Gently he nudged the two left in his care with his foot. "Hey, are you guys alright. Are either of you hurt?" Well, beyond the fact that they were being held hostage... against their will. Fangite left the cat, Lyssa, to do as she pleased. It was easier that way. She would alert him if anyone was coming. "I'm sorry that you both have to be held like this but there is not much I can do about that at the moment. My name is Fangite, the cat you see walking around is Lyssa. We just want to talk, that's all. I don't want to hurt either of you. You have nothing to fear from me." Well... nothing at the moment anyway. Time would only tell what was in store for his captives down the road.

GIFT SHOP - Flo Beaumont - CIV

Flo started as she heard something large and heavy rustling around, doing her best imitation of a fish out of water as she flopped about and over onto her stomach with a low oof! Tossing blonde hair out of her eyes, she found the source of the noise and the fear that froze her features slowly warmed to something almost hopeful.

It was an Adult! A man, with long red hair. He was bound up in ropes too, but it was a comfort just to know she wasn't alone. That there was someone older and presumably more knowledgeable there. She couldn't help wondering who he was, a thousand scenarios running through her head. Most of them were patently impossible, such as a kidnapped prince being held for ransom like she was, or a thief caught while trying to break into the treasury! The most plausible of them was that he was simply a man, as unremarkable as she was. That wasn't nearly as interesting though.

Flo pulled herself out of her wandering thoughts when he asked his questions and lifting her chin off the floor, she nodded, paused and shook her head. Squirming again and glad that she had tights under her Meadoview uniform, the young girl pulled her knees up under her and squirmed up to sit, though it was awkward with both wrists and ankled tied. Her new position gave her a better vantage point to look around them and get a feel for their surroundings.

Old, like she thought. Run down. Abandoned. Entirely too spooky for her liking. Sadly, there weren't any real clues as to why they were there or even where there was... Biting her lip, Flo wiggled her wrists again, trying to somehow maybe loosen the ropes enough to slip them off. Or something.