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Post by baha on Jul 9, 2006 23:15:44 GMT -5
He might have kept his eyes closed, for it did nothing. Either that or his eyes had fallen out, but that as unlikely. The darkness in the room was so heavy, it felt like it was pressing down on the boy. Remembering Darishan, he spoke, "Darishan? Are you in here, too?"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 9, 2006 23:20:59 GMT -5
There was a slight flicker from the other side of the room, and then Daishan's eyes opened, sending a thin beam of light that didn't reveal much at all. It seemed like the darkness was more than the norm. His head hurt like Hell...and he couldn't see anyting. "Yes," he answered Elliot quietly. If there were people watching them or listening in, he didn't need to notify that they were awake. And now they knew why students were forbidden out here. Now they were captured.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 10, 2006 0:29:03 GMT -5
And so far away, Darishan heard faint popping noises. He lifted his headpainfully, looking past the bars of the cell. He could faintly make out fireworks over the trees. It would be a long night.
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Post by baha on Jul 10, 2006 12:23:57 GMT -5
"EEEHHH? Whosh in here?!" A slightly cracked voice broke the silence. A stronger beam of light appeared. Instead of from his eyes, it was like an aura around the man. Just like the two students, he was chained by the wrists and ankles, yet had enough space to sit, "Speak!" He had a long, filthy beard and ragged clothes. For some reason, he smelled faintly of lilacs. --------------------------------------- Elliot stared at the man, "Erm, tell us who you are first."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 10, 2006 12:41:53 GMT -5
Darishan stared at the aura of the the other prisoner, wondering how long he had been here. It was hard not to wonder about your fate when you look at prisoners like that.
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Post by baha on Jul 10, 2006 12:58:25 GMT -5
The man examined the two, one of his eyes bulging out more than the other. He spoke again, "errr, I don't remember my name.... I've been in here for about...err...fourty years, I think. Well, that's what the guards always say when they talk about me, '60 years old, that old man is!' they say. I was twenty when I was caught.... Yoush can calls me.. Jaq! So, can I get your names now?" His eye bulged out further. It seemed to not be a normal eye, as a normal eye would have 'sploded by now. ------------------------------------------------------------ Elliot edged as far away as he could from the man, "I'm Elliot..."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 10, 2006 13:06:29 GMT -5
"Darishan," he replied shortly. Though this man's case was sad, Darishan was still a bit suspicious. It was all too common for spies to be put in with prisoners for information. A prisoner was much more likely to share any info with a fellow prisoner than to reveal even a little bit to known enemies even under torture.
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Post by baha on Jul 10, 2006 13:13:01 GMT -5
Jaq laughed, "I see the suspicion. I thought ol' Bult over there was a spy, too. I guess not, since he died a few weeks ago and the guards laughed." He pointed at a now-noticible corpse in the far corner of the room. He was wearing a Twilight Moon uniform. The man shook his head, "I'll tell you now- I'm not a spy, and I never will be. These freaks are disgusting."He hit the wall angrily. ------------------------------------------------- Elliot stared at the man, "If you're not a spy, then tell us everything. How'd you get caught, and why? Where were you? And why is there no information at all about this place?! The HM should know about this!!"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 10, 2006 13:17:23 GMT -5
Darishan looked over at the corpse. He couldn't sense it very well since it was only recently dead. It didn't really matter what this man - Jaq- said he was. Still, he agreed with Elliot's statement and waited for the story.
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Post by baha on Jul 10, 2006 13:41:01 GMT -5
The man sighed, and settled into a more comfortable spot, "Fine." He cleared his throat, then began:
"I was hunting. Simply that. Me and my pal Tran were in the Dark Forest, trying to find the legendary Steel Wolf for a School project. We wandered a bit too far into the woods and found the Trick Bridge. Tran didn't want to go across- since he can sense Negative Auras. I thought it was an animal, so I went across to check the woods out. I saw a huge burst of dust, then I woke up in here, with him. The next day I was pulled out for questioning, but I refused to anwer anything. So they said they'd keep me in here until I talk."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 10, 2006 13:48:11 GMT -5
And so Jaq supposedly had not talked for forty years. "Impressive," Darishan said.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 10, 2006 14:00:19 GMT -5
Two people came into the cell, holding cruel leather whips. The whips had heavy looking rocks on the end. "Hey you, shut up," one said, flicking his whip with force at the old man. The other guard came up and together they pretty much beat the crap out of the chained Darishan and Elliot. Darishan swayed, holding onto his conciousness barely, in much pain.
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Post by baha on Jul 10, 2006 14:13:12 GMT -5
Elliot snarled, and transformed into a wolf. To his surprisement, the chains also changed with him, now smaller. As the rock collided into his head, he fell to the ground in an impossible amount of pain. Yet he still remained concious. Was this a cruel type of magic?
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Post by baha on Jul 11, 2006 22:34:10 GMT -5
The assumed guards laughed between themselves, but instantly ceased as a third voice sounded, "Get out." A frightened look splattered across their faces as the ran away like whipped dogs. The tall, darkly tanned man walked into the dark cell, staring at the two students. He was dressed in a ton of formal clothes, giving the impressiong that he was the 'tribe''s leader. He spoke again, "Who sent you?"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 11, 2006 22:39:59 GMT -5
"Sent?" Dairshan asked, staring at the tribal leader coldly. He could hardly move, but he wasn't going to let him see that.
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