LOCKED // Riful + Crowley
Who: Riful and Crowley
What: The kidnapping begins~
When: Today, May 27th
Where: Riful's pimp mansion. DIS IS A SEKRIT ICly.
Rating: PG-13 to R for violence? IDK YET.
Things had been easier than she expected, Riful noted as she watched the fallen form of her much older-looking guest. Well. Perhaps "guest" wasn't really the appropriate term for him given the circumstances but if things went along smoothly and he retained an agreeable nature then things would surely be easier for him.
It was a bit easy to capture him though she mused, drawings her knees up to her chest and leaning her chin forward on the idly. It was the only piece of furniture in the cool, dank cellar in which they were stationed. The air was moist but not uncomfortably so, although the scent of dust and the beginnings of water damage did linger. The only light in the spacious room came from the candles that had been built into the walls by whoever had designed the house and the two large candelabras that sat at either side of Riful's perch, illuminating her youthful features and soft, serene smile.
Her thoughts thoughts remained focused on the man before her. He hadn't put up much of a fight... Perhaps he wouldn't be as strong as she hoped? Things were so much more difficult when her ability to sense and measure yoki was resigned to only two residents of Paradisa. So annoying. Still...she hoped he would wake soon.
[[ooc; The Plot ; Crowley's Post]]
What: The kidnapping begins~
When: Today, May 27th
Where: Riful's pimp mansion. DIS IS A SEKRIT ICly.
Rating: PG-13 to R for violence? IDK YET.
Things had been easier than she expected, Riful noted as she watched the fallen form of her much older-looking guest. Well. Perhaps "guest" wasn't really the appropriate term for him given the circumstances but if things went along smoothly and he retained an agreeable nature then things would surely be easier for him.
It was a bit easy to capture him though she mused, drawings her knees up to her chest and leaning her chin forward on the idly. It was the only piece of furniture in the cool, dank cellar in which they were stationed. The air was moist but not uncomfortably so, although the scent of dust and the beginnings of water damage did linger. The only light in the spacious room came from the candles that had been built into the walls by whoever had designed the house and the two large candelabras that sat at either side of Riful's perch, illuminating her youthful features and soft, serene smile.
Her thoughts thoughts remained focused on the man before her. He hadn't put up much of a fight... Perhaps he wouldn't be as strong as she hoped? Things were so much more difficult when her ability to sense and measure yoki was resigned to only two residents of Paradisa. So annoying. Still...she hoped he would wake soon.
[[ooc; The Plot ; Crowley's Post]]