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 Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 8:59 pm
Here lies the insanity....one evening, in a little jail cell...
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 9:20 pm
How the hell he'd even ended up here, he had no idea. Sitting on an icy bench, faced with two other cellmates, all he'd done is let himself fade back into the walls, in a shadowed corner. Despite his best attempts to hide, though, he couldn't help his own brightly colored eyes that stood out. Petite as he was, it didn't help that his clothing was quite elegant as well. Why it was, well, that was thanks to the man with whom he lived. Right now, he was just praying to GOD that the stories he'd heard about men...and jail...were far from true. Especially since the other would manage to either kill them, or tan his hide for allowing anything to happen. Soft brown hair fell into jade eyes as he gently let his fingers touch a golden stone on a black leather band about his neck.
Pale tan skin stood out against the deep purple of his robe, gold embroidery sparkling eagerly against it. He was truthfully worried because most of his fighters training had been lost in long years under a single man's hand. Though he could still hold his own, he was no longer the scrapper he once had been. Used to be he could take a man twice his size down with nary a problem. Since then, though, he'd become soft, the sort of youngling who'd become used to....NOT doing physical labor quite honestly.
Well...Not the kind of physical labor that actually required work, if one could understand.
And so, here in this cell, he really found himself contemplating just what he'd done to have an officer bring him in. Was it the fact that, sitting here, with the robe hanging half off one shoulder, revealing a glimpse of a...rather attractive body, he looked like a 16 year old hooker, when he was really in his mid twenties? Probably.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 9:36 pm
He really ought never have given into the urge. Honestly he'd never seen the appeal in the very mortal tendency to imbibe strong drink...to take leave of one's senses and stagger about like a lunatic. That and singing at the top of a body's lungs also seemed to be part of this tradition. Whilst he wasn't inclined to sing, he certainly had been inclined to start a very uncharacteristic fistfight with a gentleman who had made some very pointed slurs as to his appearance. One did not often see a body who was corpse-pale, possessed of a mane of dark, riotous hair, or who sported the sort of scars that this individual possessed.
Cross-pupiled eyes sourly considered the rest of the cement-walled cell, glowering at the inhabitants therein. He'd honestly rather not be sober just now, he was too close to losing his sanity as it was, and being tossed in a bottle with the dregs of humanity and shaken was not his cup of tea. Yes, he'd rather be in the beautiful part of vodka-induced insanity that still didn't give a damn. Tapping claws on the hard metal of the bench he was currently perched upon, he pushed himself up...staggering as he rose to his full 7-foot height, long ebon coat swirling about him in a villianesque fashion. Examining first one and then the other of his brand new roomies...neither of which looked like they had too much hope of getting bailed out of this situation, he leveled a death glare with his good eye. "Neither o'the two f'ya had better start singin'...or I will be so gracious as to pluck out your vocal cords..." The words were not exactly enunciated beautifully, but he got the point across.
He was in no mood to play with children...which all humans seemed to him at this point in time. In fact, he was quite close to regaling them with tales that were not unlike the 'Back in the day...' fables that every grandfather enjoys, even if the audience should rather desperately wish for a pair of earplugs, or better yet, a different location entirely. Huh...that was interesting. Lifting one foot, it came to his attention that he'd lost a shoe somewhere over the course of the evening, somewhere likely between the C*nstellation and the Ol' Irishman just down off of main street. Hell...where exactly all had he been tonight? The computation made his head hurt...as the last thing it could recall with any clarity was the four policemen who had manhandled him off to jail, as he'd tried to focus his gaze in on them and inform them that they'd best unhand a god. Or an ex-god...right. That made perfect sense...the look that they'd given him had said exactly what they thought of the matter. "Too many humans 'round here..." He muttered aloud, "Just n't like it used to be..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 9:50 pm
Sounds of typing and the clicking of a bored officer made its way down the silenced hall. Every jail cell lay empty and had been uninhabited through the course of the day he had been here. The proceedings caused him to grimace every time an officer came to announce an individual was relieved of their sentence in the jail.
The only time he smiled, the only time a grin cracked his face is when an officer had earlier pronounced a man to be transported to the state penitentiary.
With locks of twig tangled hair draped messily over his shoulders the cloaked character plucked mindlessly. His mind had lay far from his mates and far away from how long he had been here in the first place. No, it had been a while since his thoughts had dared to count the days he had been imprisoned in this cell. He was bound to be shipped off next.
Every officer knew his sadistic face, and every officer knew very well what he was capable off. The blood stained coat and crooked smile only enhanced the simmering fear that the county officers had for him.
Leaning forward from the shadows his eyes met the attractive figure of a boy, cloaked very daringly in embroidered robe, and the badgering drunk who slurred his words and hailed accusations between the two warranting mates he possessed. Sadly the distressed figure leaned forward on his hands and rolled his eyes under closed eyelids in a silent response, hopeful and wishing that the other would just shut up.
Till now, each of them had kept wisely to their own. With eyes drawing lines and connecting the three individuals together- he came up with only one similarity- they were in jail. Personally he found the lack of similarity rather irritating and wearing on his nerves.
Lowering his hands and tapping nervously with long fingernails on the edge of a vaulted bench he pushed himself back into the shadows and laughed. This would be fun.
Let the games begin.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 10:17 pm
The blood-stained man in the corner of the cell was the one that set Raisa duFern on edge. The other...he was just a blithering drunk, and one....one simply screamed insanity. Curling beneath his robe, the youth found himself murmuring, softly
"Do not even bring up humans." He and his people hadn't been human for some time, aging slowing when they were only children. Raisa himself had ceased aging around the tender age of 15, hence why he looked like an underaged hooker now....Well, not the hooker part, but whatever.
Glancing again at the one now laughing, he huddled himself tighter into his corner, fingering the collar, worriedly. Gods above, he HOPED that Ayrvette would come for him. His Master was the only real safety he had, since he'd been all but abandoned by his caravan, and trained to be a submissive thing. Though beneath the silent stares that pale jade eyes were giving the other two was a fire that he would eagerly display. After all, the young Pet belonged to only one man,
"It's not like it's their specific fault you've landed here, anyways." He intoned calmly to the drunk, seriousness coloring his words. What? He was probably the ONLY one not at fault for being in this damn place!
He pulled on the guise of a haughty air, sitting back on his cold corner of bench, letting the rich robe drape around him, like he was some form of high-and-mighty princeling (though he most certainly was not), and had every right to be as forwards and rude as he was being.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 10:36 pm
For a moment, he simply stared, dumbfounded at the reactions of both his cellmates. The first of which, the child, seemed exactly the sort to put on airs whenever he was in a tense situation, and thus, the man raised a brow, just staring at the other as though he were a youngling to be set aside and ignored. Whilst he claimed to be something other than human, his aura was still wondrously youthful. "Mmm. Mayhap...though I think it is the changed rules of a tormented 'ciety." Cute, but misguided in such a place as this. But the other...the other...
He caused the once-gods hackles to rise, eye to narrow and the spines along his backbone to make soft crackling noises as he shifted. Despite the situation, Ondys'dumalik was still trying to avoid sobriety as though it was a plague. Slowly, he extended a finger towards the more dangerous of the two, a distinct sense of 'predator' emanating from him. Oh he was a pretty enough thing, nice on the gaze, but Ondys had learned long ago that from the loveliest of things could arise the most vile of natures. "You..." He advanced on the shadows, they seeming to dissipate before him, respecting their better. "What crime against the state did you commit to be exiled thus?" His tone was becoming slightly more clipped, a reluctant sort of intuition beginning to drive away the delightful haze that he'd been swimming in since shortly after seven this evening.
"And you..." He actually laughed softly, a strange expression on his harsh features. "I think I know why you're in here..." The boy looked as though he were 'plying the trade' and whether or no that was true, well, if he'd been walking along the street alone and his situation had been a bit compromised. Well gods, they tossed people in for just about anything these days. Including having a good old toss under the influence, twould seem.
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