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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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Eliot
[info]_thatswhatido
2010-01-07 01:01 pm UTC (link)
He felt something like defiant pride that this guy couldn't read him as easily as he wanted to. He knew more than others did without him having to say a word but that there was something about him that he actually had to hear to know. That he was proud of.

The talk about making a project out of him, that unnerved him all over again. "I don't make a good project," he replied, wondering what the hell that question was going to be with a lead up like he was giving. He exhaled, weighing his options quickly. Tell him where to shove it or buy a few more seconds of torture-free time by at least hearing it, even if he wasn't going to consider it.

The moment of silence ended. "What's the question?"

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