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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 7:37 pm
The blood from his wounds had dried onto his face and hardened onto his clothes. He no longer wore his jacket and shivered from the bitter cold air that filled the jail and made the cries of the others who had been taken with him even more pitiful and… frightening.
Jet, despite his tough guy act, knew very well that he was just a kid. Sixteen years old and all on his own. He was just thankful that it seemed as though Aquamarine and Seraphinite had been spared. It was lucky that he went on patrol on his own instead of with one of his friends, otherwise it wouldn’t have just been him. He did wonder who else was there, though.
“Don’t just stand there… Do whatever you’re going to do,” he said when he could hear someone approaching and stopping in front of his cell, but he didn’t bother lifting his head from where he sat. He was too tired to try and fight.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 12:54 pm
For has much as Baikal hated being here, he was spending an awful lot of his free time at the prison. He wanted to help, he wanted to get the people held captive out of there, he just wasn't sure how yet. It wasn't right, what the white moon was doing, that much had been clear from the start, but he'd discovered one agent he had a fondness for already, and now it looked as though maybe he'd found another. Granted, it was hard to tell with his head down, jacket off, but the young man in the cell he was standing in front of looked an awful lot like Jet, the other agent that had been with Amphitrite at the carnival with them. He hadn't been the nicest, not really, but he hadn't hurt any of them either. So far, none of the Negaverse had... When addressed, the page let himself into the cell, closing the door behind him. It would have been so easy to just open all the cells, let the prisoners get out on their own, but Baikal had met some of the stronger senshi running all this, he didn't stand a chance. He was going to have to come up with something clever. "I brought you some water, if you're thirsty." He gave the bottle in his hand a little shake, then offered it out as he came to a stop in front of the tired young man.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 7:19 pm
Water?
Jet slowly raised his head up, both cautious and hopeful when he heard the cell door close behind the page. On one hand, he hadn’t had anything to drink in days. He was convinced he was going to die there if it kept going on like it was. On the other hand… he wondered if not eating or drinking and just starving to death would be more merciful than whatever it was the White Moon had in store for them.
He tried to shift to a more comfortable position, but it only aggravated his already raw and bloody wrists from where he was tied to an exposed pipe, causing him to wince and give up.
“Right… are you going to put a rag over my face and pour it on top of me?” he asked bitterly, surprised that he could still speak with a mocking tone, even though he could hear the strain in his own voice. “Maybe leave me to freeze after suffocating for a while? Sounds wonderful…”
From experience he knew that if it seemed too good to be true, then it was. The knight may be offering water, but Jet wasn’t stupid. Not after what the rest of the White Moon visitors had done to him and the others they held there.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 4:53 pm
Baikal stopped at the accusing question, brows shooting up in mild shock a split second before he was schooling his features back to careful neutrality. "No, I'm not here to hurt you." It seemed somebody else had already done that, if the bruises were any indication. Unscrewing the cap, the page held the bottle up again as he resumed his approach. "I'm assuming no one's brought you anything to drink or eat." Water first, that was critical, then perhaps he could circle through again later, sneak in a bite to eat. It wasn't much, but it was something, at least. A delay, while he tried to figure out what else he could possibly do for these people. Maybe he needed to ask Babylon...The knight didn't seem the sort to back this sort of thing. It was too barbaric. If he asked, would Babylon help him? Would others? Lips pursed, he held the bottle up so Jet could take a drink, tipping it up slowly until the agent made some sign that he'd finished.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 9:10 pm
”I don’t want anything to eat or drink,” Jet growled, shaking his head and trying to lean as far away from the knight as possible. It wasn’t that he thought it was poison, but he felt as though it were crueler to try and keep him alive, rather than just letting him starve to death. He didn’t know how much longer he and the others would be kept there before being disposed of, but he would rather end his suffering by wasting away than being brutally tortured and murdered.
“S-stop,” he whimpered as he gave into slight panic as the knight approached, pushing himself back against the wall he was tied to, the exposed pipes to which the ropes were knotted were cold and uncomfortable against his back and arms, the pain from his broken arm almost enough to make him pass out again. He tried to turn his head away from the knight, not wanting to accept the water.
If this knight was serious about making sure he had something to drink, he would have to force it. Which, Jet realized, would be simple enough seeing as how he was unable to move.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 7:31 am
Baikal frowned, the bottle lowering as he looked at the panic in Jet's face just from sheer proximity. And he had to remind himself that he wasn't the civilian he'd been when they'd met before. That he was a member of Order, and what the rest of his side had done to the young man in front of him, as well as the others being kept here. "I'm really not here to hurt you." He couldn't say why, but he hoped the sincerity was clear in his voice. Capping the bottle again, the page set it on the ground to free up his hands. Maybe if her untied him he'd drink. Why were they all bound anyways? They were already trapped. "Keep your voice down," he ordered softly, moving around to the pipe so he could see how the agent was tied. It wouldn't be the first captive he'd untied, and so far he hadn't caught any heat from it, but he wasn't in a Harry to alert anyone else to what he was doing. "And hold still."
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 7:36 pm
Jet kept his head turned away, even as the knight insisted that he wasn’t here to hurt him, and he heard the plastic bottle being set on the ground. What was he going to do now? Despite being told he wasn’t going to hurt him, Jet somehow very much doubted his words. And then he was being told to hold still and keep his voice down, and Jet looked over his shoulder in surprise.
What did he think he was doing? He wasn’t seriously thinking about untying him, was he? Even still, Jet was surprised with himself when he did as he was told and kept his voice down. He didn’t trust this nice guy act in the least, but if this meant he could get a look at how bad his arm was, he supposed that would be okay for now.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked quietly, pain in his voice as he strained to move away from the pipes to give the knight better access to the ropes around his hands. “What do you want from me?”
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 3:55 pm
He couldn't really blame any of them for not trusting him, not here, not after everything they'd been put through. Still, he wished they'd be just a little less suspicious of him. It would have made it so much easier to help. "I don't believe in what's happening here, it's wrong." And I owe you. It took some picking, but he finally got the knot loosened enough to untie it. "Careful, don't move your arms too quick." Even if he hadn't been injured, being bound for a long time like that, unable to move, it'd hurt to move. It just would. "And I don't want anything. I'm just trying to help." He grimaced as he caught a look at Jet's wrists, wincing inwardly at the discoloration and bruising, a careful hand on his wrist to keep him from jerking it around now that it was free.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2016 8:29 am
Jet could feel his heart rate pick up when he felt the ropes become loose around his wrists. He could hardly believe that his knight was untying him. But it wasn't like he could do anything, what with the state he was currently in.
He did his best not to let out a pained whimper when the ropes that bit into his hands were released, but tears still filled his eyes despite him. He could feel the warm hand on his wrist; it was surprisingly comforting, but also made him very aware of just how cold he was, sitting on the floor of a cell in the middle of winter, his jacket already removed and thrown to the side by one of his previous visitors. He wondered when he ended up getting used to the cold, or maybe he was already hypothermic enough to stop shivering.
Jet didn't usually have an issue with Knights, unless they were trying to attack him. Senshi were more his concern than anything, but it sickened him that these seemingly gentle knights were associated with the Senshi in the first place. They would be better as officers in the negaverse.
"I... I think my arm is broken," he said lamely, his voice pained and exhaustion quite obvious now that he'd allowed himself to relax for a moment. Being tied up made it very difficult to sleep, so he doubted he had more than a handful of hours for the entire time he'd been there. At first he thought about making a break for the door... but he doubted he would be able to stand, much less run.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 2:41 pm
It probably was broken, but the looks of it. Baikal winced, not that the young captain could see it, his hand slipping away as the arm was settled at Jet's side. "I don't know how to set it, but it probably shouldn't just be hanging like that." At the very least, it needed to be taken care of in a way that kept it from moving more than it had to, to prevent further injury. Rolling back to balance on his heels, he gave the arm a long, thoughtful look, debating how he was going to rig up a sling. There weren't sheets, and the jacket he saw in the corner, well, the kid looked kind of chilled. "Ah," he said after a moment, an idea striking him, and he reached up to unwind the long scarf from around his neck. The initial move to lean forward was thoughtless, but he stopped with the scarf held half way between them, eyes rising to Jet's face. "I'm going to tie this like a sling, to keep your arm from moving, okay?" Please don't make this harder. Moving much slower now, he reached out, attempting the slide the soft fabric under the young man's arm then up so he could tie it at the back of his neck, bringing the arm up at an angle that would keep it close to his chest. Well, assuming Jet let him, of course.
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 11:19 am
After what he and the others had all been put through so far, Jet was surprised that he'd kept himself as calm as he had for this. It probably helped that he was dazed with pain and exhaustion. And hungry, thirsty, and probably hypothermic, but he would continue to refuse food and water for as long as he could.
He saw the movement out of the corner of his eye and immediately flinched back, his eyes wide with betrayal as the knight said something about tying the scarf--
Whatever it was, Jet wasn't exactly in the right mindset to listen, and he jerked backwards in fear, away from the man now that he was freed. He tried kicking out as the knight moved forward to try and put the scarf around his arm and neck. He didn't know if he even made contact as he fought, seeing as how weak he already was, but he didn't exactly want to find out what the knight had in mind. Jet should have known he was just luring him into a false sense of security.
He made a move as though he would try and get up to make it towards the cell door. But the pain in his arm and chest was overwhelming, and he crumpled to the ground before he could even try to stand, coughing and wheezing in pain as tears of anger and pain and fear filled his eyes.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 3:16 pm
"Wait!" It was a hissed whisper, urgent, but not too loud. Baikal really wanted to avoid drawing attention to what he was doing, if at all possible. "Wait a second, just hold still." But the captain was trying to get to his feet, eyes trained on the door, and the page had to act. He reached out, ready to wrap his gloved hand around the captain's uninjured arm, but instead of stopping his escape, he ended up catching him as his legs gave out. "Wooh, easy." His other hand moved to Jet's back, and as gently as he could he set the captain back on the ground, back against the wall. "You're weak and you're hurt, and there are eternals and knights patrolling those halls." It was why he hadn't just started releasing the prisoners. They'd just be captured again, hurt worst. "You have to stay put, for now." Baikal's voice made it obvious he wasn't happy about that either, and pale features were earnest. "Just let me bind your arm so you don't hurt it more."
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 8:05 am
Jet had his eyes closed and good arm trying to protect the broken, prepared to hit the ground, but the knight managed to catch him. His eyes opened slightly to look at the other in surprise, despite still glaring.
Why? What could this man possibly gain from helping him, other than to lure him into a false sense of security and then make whatever he had left of his life even worse.
"I can take 'em," he wheezed pathetically, even as he was helped to sit back on the ground and made no movement to get back up. His legs were shaking too much. He could hardly breathe after the last attempt at escape.
"I can... fight them..." he coughed, his naturally darker toned face turned white from the pain and blood loss.
"You're all... cowards..."
Jet didn't look at the knight as he grumbled the last bit, guiltily glancing away to glare at the floor. Of all the people to insult, of course he would insult one of the only ones who was actually trying to help him. Maybe.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2016 11:41 am
"You can't," he corrected, words a little sterner. "Not right now." Not only was the agent weakened by his injuries ad his stay here, but he was incredibly out numbered. As awful as it was, this was the safest place for him to be at the moment. Baikal didn't take the insult very personally. Hell, he sort of agreed. Not just that the group of senshi and knights running this whole show were proving every bit as evil as they accused the negaverse, but himself as well, for not being able to do anything more to help those stuck here. So he didn't say anything about it. Instead reaching out to move Jet's good arm, so he could work on getting the broken one secured so it wouldn't keep moving. He didn't know that his scarf would disappear when he powered down later, hadn't been a page long enough to have figured that out. It had just been the only thing around that would work for this. So he looped it over Jet's shoulders, tying the arm against his chest at an upward angle, and securing it around his middle. "There, that'll keep it from getting any worst." I hope...
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 7:18 pm
As much as he wanted to fight, as much as he wanted to get out and go home and not have to worry about what was going to happen to him, Jet knew that he was entirely in the hands and mercy (or lackthereof) of the senshi and knights that came to his cell.
He kept his head down, his eyes staring hopelessly at the floor as he tried to breathe and caved to the ease of the knight doing whatever he wanted to him. If it was killing or torturing him, well… he didn’t have the energy to fight as he would have liked.
Strangely, the knight didn’t seem to want to hurt him. Instead, he seemed… surprisingly gentle as he looped the scarf around Jet’s shoulders, and adjusted his arm so that he wasn’t in danger of being hit against anything and cause the injury to get worse.
Jet told himself he was crying because of the pain and frustration and anger and hate he felt. He told himself that the tears that fell from his eyes wasn’t because he was humbled from being beaten and broken, only to have this knight who didn’t even know him to come and bandage him up as best he could. He swore that the reason his body shook was from fatigue, and not from the silent sobs that made him ache all over.
Slowly, Jet nodded, keeping his face turned away from the kindly, stupid knight trying to hide his tears and the humiliation of actually being thankful for what a knight did. His efforts were pointless, because Jet was sure he wouldn’t get out alive. He was a kid and inexperienced, despite his rank, and would probably be one of the first left behind in favor of others, should they be rescued.
“You… should leave,” he said in a strained breath, wanting to be left to his misery, and also not wanting the knight to get in trouble for helping him, even if it was just to make him slightly more comfortable.
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