Daisy Hughes (cyberblonde) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-11 20:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, ! plot: horror, conner lewis, daisy hughes, ~ horror: college party |
WHO: Conner Lewis & Daisy Hughes
WHAT: TIED TO A TREE. The beginning of a serious restraint complex, basically.
WHEN: Day 2 of Horror Plot!
WHERE: College Party Group; in the mysterious woods.
WARNINGS: None, other than... the fact that they're tied up to trees, which is kind of disturbing.
STATUS: Complete!
He ached everywhere. That was Conner's first coherent thought that broke through the haze of unconsciousness and flashes of memory as his brain tried to tell him where he was and what had happened. Flashes of the fight, the giant freak with the chainsaw, the fucking frat boys and the weirdo with the knife fetish, the flash of metal, the feel of a baseball bat crashing down against his back and his knuckles pounding into someone's - a frat boys - face, and the smell of blood, the pounding of adrenaline, it all flooded back to Conner in an instant. His eyes snapped open as he remembered the danger they were in, and then realised that it all got worse. Ropes were tied tightly around his body, trapping him to a large tree whose bark dug into his back painfully. Worse of all, for Conner, was that he wasn't alone. Daisy was trapped with him. Conner liked Daisy, she was one of his closest friends at IVI, and he never wanted to see her get hurt. Never wanted Daisy to be in any kind of trouble. Conner would rather think that she was safe and have anyone else here waiting with him for whatever was going to happen next. He thought it was a fucking cruel punishment to have him tied here, completely unable to help her. "Daisy!" Conner said, his voice barely louder than a stage whisper, not wanting to get the attention of anyone apart from her, and who knows what the fuck was lurking in the forest. "You awake?" Her eyes fluttered lightly at his words. Daisy's mind fought against the light of consciousness, begging to stay in the darkness. It was easier there, she knew. But she came back to reality (or whatever version of reality this was) slowly, accepting the way that the cold forest air felt on her skin. Why on earth was she wearing a tank top in this weather? Hadn't it been hot once? She remembered a blistering heat, but it seemed distant and far away. Daisy could only shiver as she opened her eyes. "Conner?" She tried to take in the situation. It was only then that she realized that she was unable to move. "Oh my God," she said, panic beginning to set in, her voice edging on hysteria. How Conner had managed to avoid hysteria - which was perfectly normal in this situation - was beyond him. Something had kept him calm, possibly the lack of immediate danger because being tied to a tree was very obviously different to fighting for your life, but there was very little time for introspection and honestly, Conner didn't care why he was calm while Daisy sounded like she was freaking out. "It's okay." He said, trying to keep his voice as calm and level as possible. "We'll be okay. You'll be okay." How exactly they would be okay, he had no idea, but he'd figure it out. He had to, if only for her sake. Daisy was struggling against the ropes. They bit into her skin, causing her to grimace in pain. She could feel her fingers tingling, falling asleep. She tried to wiggle them and found that she could not. For some reason, it was this, the smallest of things, that awakened a new surge of mania inside of her mind. "We're not," Daisy answered. She was not even trying to keep her voice quiet. They were going to die and there was nothing that either one of them could do about it. A sob broke out before she could say anything else. She felt hot tears on her face but could do nothing to wipe them off. The ropes creeped up as far as the base of her neck, she could feel their itchy fabrics scraping on her skin. "He's going to kill us," she finally managed to get out, gasping. "Daisy!" Conner snapped, loudly. He wanted to reach out and hug her, comfort her in some small way that would make this shitty situation a tiny bit better, if he could get her to stop crying and to calm down then everything would be fine. Or everything would at least be a tiny bit better. He struggled against the ropes, putting his weight into moving them but they didn't budge, they just pressed into his skin, pressed against fresh bruises and created new ones. There was nothing he could do. No way to reach his friend and help her, and that caused more pain than the ropes ever could. "Daisy, look at me." He said. "I promise that nothing is going to happen to you. He is not going to kill you, okay?" Daisy stopped struggling against the ropes for long enough to take in Conner's words. It was difficult to see him now, her vision was blurry with tears. She tried to blink them away, but more just seemed to take their place. "How can you know that?" She asked. "He'll come back, and we can't -- how are we going to get out of here?" "We'll think of something, okay?" Conner tried to keep his voice even, tried to stay calm for her sake. "We're both smart, there's got to be a way out." If he ever got back to the waking world, Conner was going to read several books on escapology just in case anything this fucked up happened again. However right now, he had no idea how they were going to get out of this but his first step would be calming Daisy down. Daisy took in a deep breath, her eyes orienting once again to the darkness of the night. If they ever got out of this awful nightmare, she was never going to take daylight for granted again. "Okay," she finally said, although it was followed by another broken cry. She was trying to calm herself down, but it was slow going. She felt herself about to dissolve into another fit of sobs when a familiar ping sounded in her head. There was a voice that followed, a voice that only she could hear. Was that -- Daisy gasped. "Conner," she said, finally lowering her voice. "My phone, it's in my pocket." Even as she said the words, Daisy was already sending off frantic messages to the others. Relief flooded through Conner and he let out a quiet, quick laugh as he realised that yes, it was possible that the two of them would make it out of here. Or would at least get rescued - and Conner had the feeling that Mike would never, ever let him live that down. "Daisy, have I ever told you that I love your power?" He knew the answer, of course, but right now it needed saying. "See, I told you we'd be okay." "Yeah," she said. Daisy tried to laugh -- or at least smile -- but all that came out was a hiccup. She wasn't entirely convinced that they'd be okay, not yet, but at least there was hope. Now the countdown would begin, a race to see if their friends could reach them before the masked man returned. Daisy could feel the ropes cutting into her skin, and for a moment she thought she might suffocate before anyone showed up at all. Conner looked over at her and offered a small smile. "They'll come and get us." Or they would die a horrible death at the hands of a slasher flick villain. He wasn't about to voice that outloud, it was hanging over both their heads. However, Conner had some faith that the other members of the group would find them, or that they would at least find Daisy because he wasn't about to let anything happen to her. No matter what. |