May 29, 2010 12:48
CONSIDER THIS TO BE THE ELECTRONIC VERSION OF TALIB'S LITTLE BLACK RAEP BOOK!
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Want a character to die? Be raped? Be tortured? All of the above, possibly to Talib?
Here is where we'll RP something out!
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[Liquid's boots echoed on the cold floor as he led the way back into the room where Talib had been left, blindfolded and gagged. His pace wasn't quite as steady as usual - with the lack of activity that Miller had prescribed, his leg was rather stiff - but he refused to allow that to hinder him. He paused only to affectionately pat the nose of the dinosaur before heading into the room. Whirling the chair around, so that Talib could not be distracted by it, he glanced over at the other man.]
Good morning, Talib.
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[He took a position a few feet away, letting Liquid start the show.]
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Is it morning, Liquid Snake? Time flies, I suppose. How many days has it been?
[He wants a cigarette.]
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It doesn't matter how long it's been now, does it?
[Liquid's voice was dry and sarcastic. He lifted a hand to rest over the bandage covering Talib's eyes, smoothing it down in an oddly gentle gesture. The scent of the dried blood was still there, only noticable when you got close.]
Ocelot, you know more about these things than I do. Do you think he's waited enough?
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But it's not like we're going to release him anytime soon. We have plenty of quality time to spend with him later, too.
[He dropped the gun into a holster and strode a few steps closer.]
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[He caught Talib's chin in his hand, studying him intently.]
I think... we need to wipe that smile off of his face.
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Want to go first?
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...hm. I suppose that can be done.
[His hand seized Talib by the hair, slamming his head back against the back of the chair.]
I hope you're comfortable, Talib.
[He tilted Talib's head back far enough to make it difficult to breath, holding it there as his fist struck out. Liquid didn't hold back - much, at least. The most he did was to keep his blows non-fatal - just painful. He knew where to hit, after all. His blows were somewhat weakened by the fact he wasn't using his dominant arm - he was still a little wary of straining it - but not by much.]
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Heh... you've got a lot of style, Liquid. It's like watching art.
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What Nngk! happened to your Geh! arm?
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[He glanced over at Ocelot, smirking a little.]
Thank you, Ocelot. I like to think so, at least.
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Curious, that's all.
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[His voice was, as usual, filled with sarcasm. He leant over, speaking quietly and coldly in Arabic.]
/Let's just say that what you had to force me into, he gets to do willingly./
[Liquid's fist struck him sharply in the face.]
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