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mods! ([info]wariscomingmod) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2009-12-29 00:59:00

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Entry tags:alastair (npc), andrea rojas, atlanta, cal leandros, damien thorn, eliot spencer, jason stackhouse, john jones, needy lesnicki, rose weasley

WHO: Alastair & his victims.
WHAT: Torture times!
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: An abandoned warehouse.
RATING: High. Violence, blood, etc. It's torture, people!



The warehouse was the kind of place that most people only saw in really bad horror movies. Windows broken, cobwebs hanging all over the place, items hidden beneath tattered tarps, doors hanging off their hinges. There were three different levels to the building, each of which Alastair strategically placed those that he had managed to abduct. The abducting, of course, had not been simple. He had to get a team out there, each team including one of the demons that he'd had spying on the humans for weeks. They knew who their targets were. They would find them. They would trap them. They would haul them back and then Alastair, rather gleefully, would get to play with them.

Once they were brought in, each person was chained down. Some on top of tables, others to walls, the rest in cages. The good thing about an old building like this one was that most people wouldn't give it the time of day. It was easy to slip in, place a few cages and locks in place, and prepare it for the friendly little visit he had been planning on for quite some time. No one would find them here, Al was confident of that. The place was so far out of the way that no one would be able to hear them scream. And, oh, they would scream. Al wasn't the type to play with gags and silencing instruments. Every single person he'd gotten hold of was free to yell and scream and do as they pleased.

He liked the noise. It was music to his ears.

[OOC: Comment with your characters names in the subject of each subthread and Al will drop by and visit each accordingly. Also, if you aren't comfortable with threading out violent scenes feel free to give it the old skip and we'll assume your character was here playing with everyone else!]


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Jason
[info]justadrop
2009-12-29 08:21 am UTC (link)
Jason Stackhouse did not like small spaces. He wasn't the biggest fan of them in the first place, but after being chained locked in a small, dark tool shed like he had been about a month before being sucked back to crazy!Lawrence, he liked them even less than he used to.

So when he woke up with a splitting headache in a cage, Jason couldn't help freaking out just a little bit. Okay, maybe it was more than a little bit, but it was well deserved. It didn't take him long to realize that the room was cold and it was on the way to getting dark outside, which seemed to make it even darker in the room itself, and it reminded him more and more of that horrible shed that he hated so much.

He lifted a hand to feel his head where the pain was at it's worst and, really, he wasn't all that surprised when it was slick with blood. "What the fuck is going on?" Jason muttered to himself.


[ooc: if anything is wrong with this, please let me know. I'll fix it. :)]

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Re: Jason
[info]wariscomingmod
2009-12-29 04:41 pm UTC (link)
Alastair was a genius when it came to the art of torture. It was what he had been branded for in Hell; it was what he lived for. Most of his kind jumped off the rack to rip each other apart because it was the only alternative away from the pain. Kill or be killed, that was the rule in Hell and the wise and, admittedly, those who were driven insane were very, very keen to follow that rule without question. Yet Alastair never had to be asked. He never had to be invited to come and play. To be quite honest, he had enjoyed where he was during his time perfectly fine. Being tortured in Hell had been pleasurable to him. It was when they realized that he enjoyed it too much that they knocked him down and told old Al that the rules were changing. He went from prey to predator easily. All it had taken was a simple word.

The cart of instruments rolled into the room first. No one had physically touched it, yet it wheeled it's way over to the wall, reversed, then straightened itself out so that it was neatly positioned. Then Al himself walked in, hardly paying the young man squirming around in his cage any mind. This wasn't new to him. He wasn't some amateur criminal looking to make a name for himself or to exact revenge. Alastair was a professional and it showed quite easily as he began to roll the sleeves of his shirt up, quietly walking across the room in his meatsuit of the week.

"My, my," he began, plucking a scalpel from the cart, "you have such a nasty mouth."

[ooc: All is good! :D]

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Re: Jason
[info]justadrop
2009-12-30 05:06 am UTC (link)
Okay, that cart rolling itself into the room? That was weird. Jason had been getting used to a lot of weird stuff over the last couple years, from vampires to becoming a shifter, and demons here. But he hadn't actually seen things move on their own before, so for just a moment it took his mind off the situation.

But when a guy followed the cart into the room his thoughts were right back where they should be. Right back to the cage in the darkening room, and hey, the guy was looking over a scalpel. That couldn't be a good sign.

Sadly, Jason was never the brightest of bulbs. He couldn't help snapping back at the comment the... thing, judging by the spell, made. "Yeah? Well you've got a nasty stench. So I guess we're even."

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Andrea
[info]avengingwarrior
2009-12-29 08:49 am UTC (link)
She’d been awake for a while. Which wasn’t the worse thing ever. Not in her current frame of mine. No. Being awake gave her plenty of time to get a good view of the situation. See what was going on. And to dither between despairing and being pissed off. Seeing as she was given the name the Angel of Vengeance and not Angel Who Freaks A Lot, saying that she was settling on anger would not be off the mark.

We have under control, he said. Or something to that affect. They knew what they were doing. It wasn’t his or his idiotic brother’s responsibility to watch over the people at the complex. They weren’t babysitters. Why would they waste their time sitting around? He was wasn’t going to show in Lawrence.

Andrea paced as much as she could in the cell she had found herself in, replaying her conversation with Sam and Ruby. One thought imminent on her mind. If she died here? She was going to come back and haunt all there of their asses. And if she didn’t? Dios. If she made it through this. Oh, … Andrea couldn’t quite contemplate what she would do but it would involve the ass kicking of their life time. Or at least a very good punch in Sam’s face. Sam mostly because it was his annoying voice running in her head right now. Him, her brain was currently mimicking. Him, she was blaming for the civilians that would get hurt. Him, she was blaming for the people who had the nerve to ask to trust him but he had held out on. Andrea’s mind went immediately to that snaky kid who had been iffy about trusting people. And then her mind went to the other kids. She didn’t dare to even hop that this demon hadn’t found them because her grandmother had raised her with some superstitions and she didn’t want to jinx anything. If she still had faith she would have been praying at the moment.

As it was, she was blaming Sam. Sam, Dean, and Ruby. Friendship was fine and dandy and yes, people made mistakes. But right now? It didn’t matter when who knew how many of this demon’s minions were about the city. Minions! Nothing had been said about fucking minions!

She was so fucking irritated with herself. She was pissed as hell, irritated, but she wasn’t scared. Okay. That was a HUGE lie. Possibly the biggest lie, ever but she wasn’t focusing on the fear. Because then she would actually start to acknowledge just how in over her head she was.

Just suddenly, Andrea stopped pacing, crossing her arms and glaring through her mask. While she was patrolling, cue in more self-irritation. Pacing was taking up energy she would very likely need.

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Re: Andrea
[info]wariscomingmod
2009-12-29 07:11 pm UTC (link)
Clothes soaked with blood - blood that, quite frankly, belonged to anyone but himself - Alastair strolled into the room that the little Angel was holed up in. His cart of instruments, each painted red from his previous encounter with the redneck boy, rolled in behind him as though it had a mind of it's own. As it had in the former room, it positioned itself carefully along the wall, almost like an obedient pet. Alastair calmly strode over to Andrea's cage and flashed her an eerily wide smile. The noises that he had made the Jason boy make had been easy to hear from all over the building. He imagined that every single one of the people they'd captured were desperately trying to free themselves from their bounds. Terrified. They were all afraid. Because they didn't know who was going to be next.

"Mmm." Alastair examined her, curiously taking in the odd costume that she was wearing. What was she supposed to be? Halloween had already passed. As had Samhain, he'd heard. It was pretty pathetic how the bastard had crawled out of Hell only to get thrown straight back into the pit all over again. Sad for him. All of those religious nuts wouldn't be able to worship him like Samhain had planned. Ha. Ha. Ha.

"Having fun, are we?" He ran a hand along the bars of the cage as he walked, that creepy smile of his greeting the woman as he stared her down.

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Re: Andrea
[info]avengingwarrior
2009-12-29 08:14 pm UTC (link)
Oh, Dios. Oh shit. Oh she was scared. Andrea was near frightened. Everything she'd gone through. Everything she seen. Nothing compared to screams like that. Not a one. Not .. She'd grown up in the Slums. Where you heard gunshots and abuse nightly. To say she had heard different types of screams? That wouldn't be a lie. And demons? When they were exorcised ... it was. It was a chilling slight and some made an even chilling noise. But none of it compared to ... her brain refused to even process it. She wasn't, she refused to even take any of it in. Even though her heart started beating faster than it ever had before.

Even tighter Andrea wrapped her arms around herself. She heard him come and she refused to give him the satisfaction of looking when he entered. It was bad enough that he knew how scared she was. She wasn't going to show it. She was too stubborn for her own good but he would have to pull it out of her. ... which luckily enough for him, Andrea thought bitterly, was his plan any way.

"Sorry. It's not a real party without any refreshments. And you mister, are missing some good dip." Yeah, she said Mister. If it helped any, there was a part of her brain-that she was ignoring-that already telling her to shut up. "No dip, no fun."

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Needy
[info]hellisagirl
2009-12-29 08:51 am UTC (link)
Needy didn't remember much before waking up on her back. She remembered bits and pieces here and there between blackness, almost like she had been in and out of consciousness for the last... while. There was no way for her to know how long it had been, or even where she was.

With a groan she tried to sit up, but instead found herself chained down by her wrists and ankles, and that discovery only made her eyes fly open. Needy seemed to be on some sort of table, completely unable to move aside from an inch or so with her arms and legs. She did the first thing that came to mind. After taking a deep breath, she let out a cry of, "Help!" as she started tugging at the chains holding her in place. Needy was sure that if she pulled hard enough she would be able to break them. After all, she managed to kick the iron bars out of her asylum window once. These chains couldn't be much harder.

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Re: Needy
[info]wariscomingmod
2009-12-29 10:03 pm UTC (link)
Perhaps Needy would have been able to make an efficient escape if not for the pair of eyes that were glued upon her struggling form. Alastair was standing just out of sight, quietly cleaning the blood from the blade of one of his most prized knives. He had been waiting for her to wake. The girl had been sleeping for quite some time now - in fact, she had missed out on some of the other torture sessions. It was quite the shame. Alastair rather enjoyed it when he had people to talk to after. Constructive criticism was a pleasant thing to hear, after all.

"I do like it when you scream," he admitted, turning the knife over in his hands. "Louder and louder. Makes a good impression on the rest of the company." He moved over to the table she was sprawled across, examining her body. Now, where was he going to begin? The fingers? Her stomach? Hmm. Decisions, decisions.

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Needy
[info]hellisagirl
2009-12-30 03:55 am UTC (link)
Needy looked over quickly when she heard someone talking from the other side of the room, eyes narrowing on a guy when she spotted him. "Then I'll make sure not to scream too much," she said, lowering her voice from her earlier shout.

"Where the fuck am I?" Needy asked, eyes never wavering from the guy. It was obvious that this was a really, really bad situation, but she was trying to keep her panic on the inside. And really, she was focusing more on tugging at the chain that held one of her arms down. It was harder from the angle she was stuck in, so it was taking a lot more effort than she was used to by then.

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Cal
[info]aupheling
2009-12-29 09:34 am UTC (link)
Cal had been on his way home from work, or to work, no, he was pretty sure he remembered a full shift, or at least most of a shift. Right now all he could focus on was the splitting headache, that and the half-numb sensation in his limbs.

He dragged his eyes open, only to realize that there really wasn't much to see, mostly because it was dark, and it took him a long moment to realize that it wasn't that things were stuck to the ceiling, it was that he was upside down. Well that explains the headache he thought to himself. He lifted his head to get a look at himself, only to let it drop a moment later with a grumble, he was pretty well chained, not only that, but the padlock was huge and made of cast iron.

Iron didn't have the same effect on the Auphe that it was fabled to on elves, leaching their power away and making them defenseless, the reaction was somewhat more volatile than that, something more akin to slugs and salt, not that it ever really stopped them, pain was something the Auphe cherished, it was one of the things that drove them. With Cal it was more like a bad allergic reaction, and at the moment he was glad that there was shirt between his skin and the lock.

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Re: Cal
[info]wariscomingmod
2009-12-30 03:25 am UTC (link)
The others had made him happy. The girl with demon in her, not of this world. The one that healed like them, She was fun. Of course he had to be more careful. These little mortals didn't heal and he wanted to keep them here for as long as he could. As long as he could enjoy the screams.

This one, he went by Cal.

"Well hello" he said simply, moving up to the chains holding Cal, watching the man. The chains had been a good idea. Needed. Most definitely needed. But there was something Alastair needed to know. "Are you planning on screaming like the rest, only, I did promise the young ones a show, first time out of hell for some of them, so I very much hope you do."

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Re: Cal
[info]aupheling
2009-12-30 04:03 am UTC (link)
Cal had heard the screams, and he'd been bound and determined not to let them rattle him, after all, for all he knew it could all be an elaborate production. The one thought running through his mind was: What would Niko do? closely followed by: not get himself in this situation in the first place, and with those two thoughts chasing each other around in circles, there wasn't a whole lot of room for anything else.

He tilted his head, trying to at least get a look at the man sideways, since he knew he couldn't get totally right side up, "The service in this resort sucks. Just thought you should know." Okay, so that was definitely not what Niko would have done, but it was all that Cal could bring to mind.

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Tim
[info]red_bird
2009-12-29 09:52 am UTC (link)
Once again everything was dark in Tim's world. That seemed to happen a lot in Lawrence twice by his count which really made him like the city even less. Arriving he'd woken from a rare crash with his motorcycle. And now he was waking from..god knew what, his memory was still a bit fuzzy on the replay. He knew one thing, he was in trouble. Back in Bludhaven Tim knew the score. It was filled with crime lords, mob bosses, murderers, and the occasional super powered nut job one taco short of a combination plate plotting world domination, but still there was a silver lining a world existed in that equation. Demons were a new playing field for him. He didn't know what they wanted except in some lore they literally did mean "end of the world badness".

Normally Tim Wayne did just fine without super powers, but against demons he didn't stand a chance. They'd beaten him down with little effort which was only part of what was frustrating as Tim's eyes began to open. A bit of crimson liquid trailed down the side of his face and neck from where those things had hit and knocked him out hours ago. He flinched. That was going to leave a mark. Tim had to get a better look at things. He raised his head, but quickly discovered it was the only thing he could move. The rest of his body was shackled down to a table. Yanking at the chains Tim panicked. What was this? Where was this? Breathe stupid. You don't get answers by passing out. He mentally tried to calm himself down and closed his eyes. Trying to listen for clues.



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Re: Tim
[info]wariscomingmod
2009-12-30 04:33 am UTC (link)
"Bleeding already. Well thats just rude. I didn't intend to have you bleeding for, oh quite a while yet. There's all sorts of other things to get through before we get to blood", the drawling taunting voice of a man still dressed in a pristinely clean light blue shirt echoed through the warehouse he'd chosen.

"Tim, isn't it. My name is Alastair, forgive the rudeness of my not having said but you know how these things go. Busy busy all the time". The demon moved to stand beside where Tim was looking through what appeared to be a table of torture instruments. Flames, blunt things, cold things. And the razors. Oh he liked those. Shallow cuts, good for the soul.

"Now...what are you in the little menagarie the Winchester boys have managed to pick up? What role do you play young man"

He went for cold. Cold was a good start. Cold could burn just like fire. "And try not to scratch my table with those chains, I do try and keep a clean um...studio I suppose you might say"

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Tim
[info]red_bird
2009-12-30 04:56 am UTC (link)
At least for half a second he got air into his lungs. Until his eyes fell on the instruments and his chest tightened again. This wasn't going to end well, not well at all. He didn't have powers, but he was strong. He was built for agility rather than brute strength, but he was strong enough to hold his own in a fight. "Sorry for the inconvenience. " He said bitingly. Full of snark. Even in the face of unmatchable odds, it was the Robin way. It was rare that a Robin got away with the intimidation route.

"How do you know me?" He glowered. His wrists were starting to sting from the metal rubbing against them. If he had his suit things would be different. He could have escaped. He saw at least two visible exits. But they meant nothing since he couldn't get his arms and legs free. "Like I'd tell you." An actual smirk crept to his features. Even if he knew why he was there he wouldn't spill.

He didn't like a mess? Tim thrust his wrist into the table and dragged the metal cuff along the softer table metal until it screeched like nails on a chalkboard. Rule number three. Make them mad. When they get angry, they get sloppy Batman's direction playing in his head. Shifting away from him as he came closer, Tim tried to be out of reach but there was only so much wiggle room. Literally.

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Eliot
[info]_thatswhatido
2009-12-29 02:12 pm UTC (link)
He knew he was in trouble before he even opened his eyes. An attempt to brush the hair out of his face was cut short as he realized he couldn't move his hand more than a few scant inches in either direction. A sinking feeling settled into his stomach and he opened his eyes, turning his head to find his arms chained down to the table. "What the fu-"

The last thing he remembered had been - well, it'd been sometime after he'd left the diner. There'd been a group of men, a throw down, and that was where it got hazy. He yanked on the chains again, throwing his whole body into the effort. His ankles hit resistance. Eliot lifted his head to look down and swore again.

He quit struggling, the back of his head hitting the table with a thump. He'd picked up a few things from Parker but the petite blond thief's unnerving ability to get out of improbable situations was not one of them. He pulled on the bonds on his right arm, then left, looking for any weakness. Hell if he was going to stay there long enough for whoever wanted him tied down to come back.

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Re: Eliot
[info]wariscomingmod
2009-12-30 04:43 am UTC (link)
As it happened Elliot did stay just long enough for whoever wanted him tied down to return. And Alastair was not pleased at what he heard.

"Now now, there's no need for such language, and no need to struggle, you really are quite securely locked down I'm somewhat of a, professional. I assure you you're in very capable hands. Elliot isn't it. You did put up quite a fight when we took you down. You are quite capable it seems but all the same, I'm afraid you'll go the same way as the others when we get started here. Everyone breaks my friend, everyone breaks. And I want to see what makes this town tick, don't you see."

He looked down at his table of instruments and rather magnanimously in his opinion decided to give Elliot first choice. He was happy with anything the man chose, the razors as always closest to his heart. But of course that was just by prefrence. Hurt was hurt to Alastair

"Now, I don't usually do this but lets try something new, how do you want to begin?" he asked, "And believe me when I say failure to choose will incur heavy penelties"

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Rose
[info]pressured
2009-12-29 06:57 pm UTC (link)
The thing that really pissed her off was that she had been cautious. She wasn't about to offer up her own ass to demons. Hell no, she wasn't taking any of them on, she was being careful, so very careful, and she annoyed James into going out with her when she needed to pick some things up. Her wand was always close, she was always so aware. Of course that wasn't going to be good enough. One minute she had been walking out of the ladies room at the mall, the next she was cold. Very cold, and laying something even colder. By the pressure around her arms and legs she knew she was in deep before she was fully conscious.

Slowly, Rose cracked open her eyelids to look around, and then her eyes went huge. She was strapped down to some sort of table, unable to move, though her mouth was free. She was already aware screaming wasn't going to do any good. Panic filled the front of her head, but she forced it back, or tried to anyway.

"Shit." she said, her head only able to move a little to get a look around. Well, dammit. So much for the theory that they were going to be alright, and that nothing was going to go wrong, that they wouldn't be targets. Because this sure as hell looked like the perfect place to torture the hell out of someone and no one would even hear it. A piece of red hair fell in her eye as she sucked in a breath, trying to make herself go as quiet as she could. Could she hear anyone else? Was anyone coming this way?

She couldn't reach her wand, but maybe, maybe, she didn't need it? She focused her attention on the ropes tying her down. Maybe she could break them.

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Re: Rose
[info]wariscomingmod
2009-12-30 05:43 am UTC (link)
That always seemed to be what people did when they first woke. Struggled against their bounds, cursed, screamed, cried out for help. A different combination between each party, yet every single one of them reacted the same. When would Alastair be offered something different? Something more thrilling? When would one of them escape and make a run around, giving those lazy minions of his something to do beyond play watchdog? He did enjoy having an audience to his work, but it was far more entertaining when things went unexpectedly. Mostly because Alastair knew that he would win.

"Don't waste your energy, little one," he warned, moving away from his cart and over to the girl strapped to the table. Alastair calmly examined the knife in his grasp, looking down at Rose with that same interest he had expressed with the others. "You're strapped in for the ride. Fighting would be a waste of time." She probably wouldn't listen. They never did.

"Ah, introductions." He cleared his throat, extending a hand in almost a formal manner. Rose couldn't move to shake even if she might have wanted to, but that didn't stop Alastair from doing so. "Alastair. And you are?"

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Re: Rose - [info]pressured, 2009-12-30 06:24 am UTC
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John
[info]red_eyed_hunter
2009-12-30 02:50 pm UTC (link)
John Jones was not expecting this. Well.. perhaps a little. Kidnapping wasn't a new thing for anyone on Earth, or any other planet for that matter. He just had not expecting someone to get the drop on him. Zor-El would have probably loved to see him like this. Probably Zod too, but if that were the case, he'd have been ordered to kneel first. Perhaps John should have left his mind more open to hear evil thoughts while he was out. But as it was, the attack had caught him by surprise. Mostly the object that struck him from behind. He had only seen black afterward. He probably would have flown off if he had another minute or two of consciousness. But he didn't have that, unfortunately.

The next thing he remembered was waking up on a slab, the coldness on his back. His ankles and wrists were bound by chains and shackles, and a leather strap held his waist. He considered becoming invisible. But if whoever did this was close by, he or she would only need to strike down in his direction to find him. He definitely had his suspicions as to the culprit. It could very well be Alastair, which made him disappointed that they weren't told of a weakness. John would definitely have some questions later. Assuming it was the demon himself. It could very well be another one, or maybe even a band of humans that got lucky and had seen torture movies too many times over the last summer.

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Re: John
[info]wariscomingmod
2009-12-30 06:55 pm UTC (link)
This one was unusual, like so many of the others he had powers that made him different, It facinated Alastair who had never seen mortals with otherworldly power beyond the occasional psychic or whore of a witch. Or the younger Winchester, or the now dead special children but that was a different story entirely.

But this one had fallen like the rest, taken by surprise, they'd put up some kind of a fight, every one but they'd all wound up here bar one. And Alastair would get her eventually.

"Are you comfortable?" asked Alastair with a smile, stepping into his workroom, his studio and looking down at the man. So much hurt just in that one day and this man was no different. None of them, it was a great equalizer, was torture. He was almost helping them all, building teamwork.

"I do try to, make my guests comfortable, no sense in being uncivilized now is there. You're all going to be here for the forseeable future so we might as well get along, what do you think?"

He looked down at his instruments trying to decide. Perhaps hot, perhaps the red hot metal sitting in the coal. Or some kind of injection to cause low level pain all over, that usually bothered mortals a great deal.

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Re: John - [info]red_eyed_hunter, 2009-12-31 06:36 am UTC
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Damien
[info]ex_bornofaja490
2009-12-30 03:56 pm UTC (link)
Damien was not very pleased at the moment. He'd been shocked by the attack. Literally, really. One of them had a stun gun. Seemed to like using it. The next time he opened his eyes, he was in a very unfamiliar room. Probably the sort of place he'd have invited Ron to for breaking stuff. Nothing like a little harmless destruction for fun. Though he could have done without the screams. Damien had, during these times, tried to figure out who those voices belonged to, but found it difficult. It was a pretty big place. They were probably all separated. He wasn't exactly completely afraid. He was used to fear before. He had seen it in several people's eyes when they saw him, when they recognized what he was.. mostly a nun or priest. But these screams, the yells he had heard.. they could very well be from those he knew were living in the same place as him. He still couldn't believe it. But then on some level, he probably could. It will all be fine, my hot ass, he thought to himself.

He was also concerned that he would get his turn at some point. He was stuck in a cage. He had tried to focus. To somehow cause the lock to bust or move. But.. no, it had to be complicated. He also wondered if he should try making a car crash in. But that was a no-go as well.. he had no idea what place he was in, and knowing his luck, it might make an opening somewhere on the other side of this place. Still left the problem of him being closed in here. He was so not looking forward to this. He definitely wasn't up for being strapped down somewhere if it came to that. He had already had that experience when he was five, being dragged into a church by his foster father, held down on the altar. It was only the intervention of a policeman that had saved him.

He somehow doubted the cops would be coming this time around. Though he did know that those who were here, the leaders of the residence, they were far more gifted than an officer on the street. Did they know he was missing? That anyone else was missing too? Just how many of them had been taken away? He wasn't certain a rescue was coming, but hoped so anyway. Though he wasn't keen on needing to be rescued. He would prefer to not need help, but at this point, he would take anything. He continued to pace in the space he was given, shaking his head. There had to be a way out of here. There just had to be. "I bet the Nazarene would love to see me now," he mumbled to himself.

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Re: Damien
[info]wariscomingmod
2009-12-31 01:44 am UTC (link)
"I'm certain a lot of people would love to see you now," Alastair responded from his place at the door. He took pleasure in watching his victims pace about and panic while they waited for the bitter end. Bitter end? Maybe. But it wouldn't be coming along for quite a while now. Twirling the knife that he had taken to carrying on his person since the last three rounds, Alastair stepped into the room that contained Damien and began to walk to his cage. His weapons, as always, were wheeling their way in behind him. All it took was a few pushes of his mind and he didn't even have to touch the cart of instruments. Blood stained. He could do a lot more with them. Create more paint. More art.

"I'm sure your friends are looking for you," Alastair explained, moving to fiddle with the lock at the cage. "They're probably very, very worried." He said that last line without any sympathy. Truthfully, it was because he didn't have any. Not for anyone.

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Re: Damien - [info]ex_bornofaja490, 2009-12-31 06:21 am UTC
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Atlanta
[info]speedy_red_head
2009-12-31 01:20 am UTC (link)
When she woke, she felt like Prometheus, as she was strapped to a table awaiting her torture. How could this happen? She had been so careful lately. She hadn't even been too far from the apartments when she saw the demons. Somehow she hadn't been able to get to the apartments in time though. She took a look around her, while praying to Zeus and Hermes to find a way to get her out of this situation. She prayed to Artemis wishing for some new strength she had never had before. She struggled against the chains, trying to move her leg so fest it might break them, but unfortunately she just wound up injuring herself instead.

She knew this type of situation, and she knew calling for help wouldn't work. If help came it came, otherwise, she would have to find a way out of this herself.

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Re: Atlanta
[info]wariscomingmod
2009-12-31 03:43 am UTC (link)
"Pagan Gods...they call that a sin around these parts you know, old gods, old magic. Those pesky Celestials, they don't like it"

The voice was cold, crisp and taunting. Alastair was amused by the girl, the young woman calling on such old gods. It was entertaining to him, Although so was what he intended on doing to her, he thought with a shrug lifiting a metal cylinder from the coals. Burning, red hot.

"Tell me, why do you call on Artemis, the Huntress right?"

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