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-29- [Private to Captain Harkness] -- Set after the flood

Jul 11, 2010 17:24

Captain Harkness, I think I am ill. I am not happy asking this, but you must come and help me to the infirmary.

(ooc: Vidal's so good at asking for help :| look at him; he almost didn't explode! ...Also he's totally faking it. Poor Jack D:)

going to make you regret this later, jack, not as simple as he seems, double-talk

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boeshane_boy July 11 2010, 22:34:06 UTC

[Jack'll take a moment of hm, that's new.] All right. I'll be there soon.

[And he is. Probably because he feels bad that he didn't even check on Vidal during the fear gas thing. Knock knock, Vidal.]

SPAM captain_vidal July 11 2010, 22:35:38 UTC

[Hesitant voice.]

It...is open, Senor.

SPAM boeshane_boy July 11 2010, 22:55:10 UTC

[Jack opened the door, idly wondering if he should have told Martha to expect them as he stepped inside.]

SPAM captain_vidal July 13 2010, 01:57:15 UTC

[Vidal's room was fairly easy to hide in, as it was pretty much his workshop from home -- complete with stacked crates, light coming in only from the high windows and a few lit lamps (at night), and the immense curvatures of ancient gears, likely belonging to some great mechanism that had fallen into disrepair some time ago. It had appealed to him initially because of his love for his father's watch.]

...

[Vidal was not hiding however; instead seated at his table, leaning back against it for support and looking dazed and displeased.]

SPAM boeshane_boy July 13 2010, 02:19:49 UTC

[Jack whistled lowly, looking around as he walked inside. It took a moment to spot Vidal at the table; his attention was drawn toward the gears, first. approaching his inmate, he clapped the other captain on the shoulder, before reaching for his arm.] All right Sergei, let's get you up.

SPAM captain_vidal July 13 2010, 03:36:29 UTC

[He breathes his answer] Si, signor. [When he takes his arm, Vidal begins to shakily stand -- only to grasp his chair with his free hand and swing it at the other man with surprising speed.]

SPAM boeshane_boy July 13 2010, 03:43:44 UTC

[The surprise is the important part; it catches Jack off guard completely, and and he takes the chair in the back. It drops him, almost knocks him out completely. On his hands and knees, Jack blinks, reaching blindly for something to help him stand.]

SPAM captain_vidal July 13 2010, 04:22:05 UTC

[Vidal is quick to counter that, moving around to aim a steady kick at Jack's face, all the while having gone from tired and vulnerable to stoic and methodical.]

SPAM boeshane_boy July 13 2010, 04:42:44 UTC

[That was enough to knock him out, though he had a few very brief seconds to wonder what the hell was about to happen - and dread it. Vidal wasn't the Master. He hadn't considered that Vidal could be worse.]

SPAM captain_vidal July 13 2010, 05:16:23 UTC

[Vidal very calmly shuts and locks the door, then quickly searches Jack's person for what could be his Warden item or his journal and other communication devices. He hasn't really planned this out in too much detail, but this is meant to occupy him, so he intends to take his time.]

SPAM boeshane_boy July 13 2010, 05:45:51 UTC

[When he woke, Jack was almost immobile. He groaned at the ache in his face. Had he been kicked? Yeah, he'd been kicked. Shaking his head, he tried to roll to hisfeet - it wasn't until he was able to turn and look that he found himself tied to the gears. In Vidal's room.

Oh, this was going to go well.] What the fuck.

SPAM captain_vidal July 13 2010, 05:57:44 UTC

[Vidal was working within sight of his Warden, impeccably cleaned and dressed as always, cleaning the inside of his pocket watch as he tended to do when he had time to kill. It had taken him less time than he first anticipated to make the tools he supposed he would need. The ropes he'd used to bind Captain Harkness had been made from one of his bedsheets the night before. He tore it into great strips and braided them together for greater strength. On the table next to him were not only cleaning implements for his watch, but also a record player (presently silent and unmoving), some strips of linen he had not yet used, boot laces, and a shattered mirror, still framed. Honestly, it was a clutter, but he would deal with that shortly.]

Buenas tardes, Signor Harkness.

[He sounded pleasant enough.]

I was not expecting you to sleep so long.

SPAM boeshane_boy July 13 2010, 06:10:06 UTC

[Oh, no, this was bad. Jack sighed, working his jaw as he looked up at Vidal.] Yeah, well. Man gets kicked in the face, he likes to take a good nap.

[His head was clearing, at least. Jack eyed his inmate, and smiled dryly.] What is this, Sergei? If you wanted to tie me up and have your way with me, all you had to do was ask.

SPAM captain_vidal July 13 2010, 06:16:43 UTC

[The hand moving the cleaner over the gears in his watch paused briefly. After a pregnant moment, he turned the watch in his hand to examine it in the light.]

We are leaving it to a dog on four legs to assume a man on two feet will roll in the same filth, Signor, and it is not so.

[Satisfied, he closed the watch and pocketed it.]

SPAM boeshane_boy July 13 2010, 06:27:22 UTC

Now, am I the dog in that lovely metaphor, or the man? [Jack flexed his arms, testing those braided sheets, trying to tear them.]

SPAM captain_vidal July 13 2010, 06:38:28 UTC

[Vidal turned his chair to face him, leaning forward, hands joined together in front of him, and he watched Jack with interest. He didn't expect he could tear them; that was why he made them the way he did, but he was smart; he'd give him credit.]

I am a man of my word, Signor Harkness. If I am making a promise, then I have the full intention to keep it. You have read my file. Do you believe me when I say this to you?

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