resume_rookwood (resume_rookwood) wrote in resumption_rpg, @ 2011-05-27 00:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: augustus rookwood, date: may year one, place: the putus manor |
RP: I may be bad...
Date: May 27, Year One, morning
Characters: Rookwood & NPC
Location: Manor dungeon
Warning: very minor torture (cause Rookwoods a nice guy :P)
Public/Private: Private
Summary: Rookwood tests out the iron maiden.
Status: Complete
Rookwood knocked his fist against the tall iron cabinet, making a thick echoing sound. "Still in there, I presume?" He grinned. It was the first time he used the iron maiden in the cellar. It was such a medieval device, but seemed to do the trick. Of course he wasn't looking to kill the poor soul inside, though the young man didn't know that yet. No, Rookwood was only looking to scare the hell out of him, teach him a lesson that he wouldn't forget anytime soon. It wasn't lost on him that he was someone's son, perhaps no different then his own? He wasn't here for melancholy though.
He had been in there for two day's now with spikes surrounding him. One false move, and he'd be pierced. "Now, you're not going to be following the council members into the restricted area of the manor again, are you?" He arched a brow, peering into the small opening to look into the scarred wide eyes looking back at him, hearing the short quick breaths. "Haven't you heard of the phrase, curiosity killed the cat boy? Next time, we'll see if that's true."
With a quick flick of his wand, the iron door flew open, the young boy spilling out and falling to the floor from exhaustion. A few blood stains forming on his shirt from where he had been pierced. Rookwood turned on his heels, walking away past the slumping boy, summonsing a house elf to his side. "Get him cleaned up and out of here," he ordered the creature. "Can't have our resident's looking a fright now, can we?"