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 Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 8:56 pm
"He gotta come eventually, y'know?" Chel snarked at Chris, back against his door, looking at the rope in his hands. When the cousins had a goal, they absolutely couldn't be stopped.
Of course Chel was on the more docile side of things. She had three hours total to kill until her next duty, and she brought some DVDs hoping to kill it after they'd been given what they came for.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 8:58 pm
Chris was just antsy. They'd been standing still for too long now. He could be working out right now.
He shifted his weight back and forth. "Maybe we shouldn't have warned him. He's probably holed up in hiding."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 9:05 pm
He'd made his final tweet. An all caps Queen song pun. Truly that was the best last message he could leave the world before he was forcibly evicted from it.
While technically Dawson didn't have to return to his basement room soon, about an hour or so after the initial threat had been made, he started to make his way down the stairs. After all, what was the worst thing that could happen? (Besides his food and wallet were in his room; he really couldn't stay away for very long.)
"Ya'll still down here?" he called down the dark hall, lighting his way by his phone. "Guys?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 9:08 pm
"Naw. S'messed up f'we don't warn him. We gave him warnin' though, so it's fair-"
Along came Dawson's thundering footsteps and Chel grinned, pushing herself off the ground so she could greet Dawson properly. "Sup D-Man? You gonna come quietly or nah?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 9:13 pm
Chris's head shot up and he peered down the hallway to the source of the dim light. He stood up with Chel and swung the rope idly.
"Might be more fun for us if you don't, bro."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 9:16 pm
He took one look at the two of them and considered just giving up, since really how bad was answering a few questions, not to mention both of them were annoyingly higher in rank--
He zeroed in on the rope. Nope.
Nearly dropping his phone in the process, Dawson turned tail and ran. "HAYLP!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 9:21 pm
There was only one part that Dawson underestimated and that was that Chel was a sun.
And suns?
They chased.
She hurdled down the hallway and wasn't the slightest bit afraid to jump onto Dawson's back to topple his weight. She'd certainly jumped on things much bigger than Dawson, and Jack was a taller jump anyways. Dawson was easy as pie and Chel had a vice grip.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 9:27 pm
Chel was much faster than Chris, but even still he wasn't far behind. Instead of launching himself into a piggyback like her, though, he kept himself low until he collided with Dawson's legs.
"You ain't gettin away from us ********."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 9:31 pm
"HAAAAAYLP!" he wailed again as he was thoroughly pinned to the ground, wriggling uselessly. The cousins clung worse than super glue, but he still tried to crawl, if by inches. Dawson was used to rough play thanks to having two brothers, but he'd never had the distinct pleasure of being attacked by two people who felt like they were made of rocks instead of skin. Plus this wasn't a game: this was a takedown.
"What the--hell? Ya'll--Ya'll brought ********' rope?!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 9:37 pm
Dawson's dream of having his head between a woman's thighs was finally coming true.
Only his nose was smashing into the ground and Chel was on the backside of his neck, not the front. "Get his legs and arms man!" Chel called, holding down his head and pinning what she could of his arms down with her shins. "Go go go."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 9:39 pm
He didnt need to be told twice. He made quick work of wrestling Dawson's legs under control and tying them up.
His arms were another story.
"Stay still, Daws, I'm tryin' to do somethin' here."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 9:47 pm
Dawson devolved into a loud series of protesting noises and whimpers because <******** ow. He was lucky he didn't tear up from the sharp pain of his nose colliding with the ground.
His rebellion didn't last for very long at all, though he did try to aim a kick at Chris before his legs were bound because such moonbro very friend wow.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 10:03 pm
With Dawson's legs down, Chel didn't have to worry as much about him running away, so she relented her vicegrip on his head and instead went to restraining his legs in a way that prevented him from wiggling so Chris could get his arms.
It also provided her with a face full of Dawson's a**, which was really a thing she had been expecting.
She couldn't complain though.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 10:08 pm
"Hold him down, don't eat him out," Chris complained, pulling an exaggerated face as he straddled his arms to keep him from moving.
He wrestled the rope around Dawson and tied it tight with a final tug. He patted his wrists with a s**t eating grin that Dawson couldn't see. "You ain't goin' nowhere, bro. We have so many questions."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 10:16 pm
The trainee made a final indignant, bearish growl before finally falling flat, face scrunched. This was not his idea of getting banged up by someone. Or dungeon play.
He was helpless, but he did have one last weapon to use.
He let out a rank as hell fart. Eat Burger King Whopper and Onion Rings Gas, bitches.
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