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Day: 75
Characters: Radu Barufon (flammenschwert), Alyss Heart (carbonrose), Hush (onesoulintwo), Altair ibn La-Ahad (birdperch), Kaito Sai (mimickedly), Sibrand (contradictist), Kanda Yuu (lotusofsteel)
Summary: Jogging's cancelled; prepare to play prisoner, instead.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: DAY, right after breakfast
Status: Closed, incomplete
( 'Evil brings men together' - Aristotle )
Characters: Radu Barufon (flammenschwert), Alyss Heart (carbonrose), Hush (onesoulintwo), Altair ibn La-Ahad (birdperch), Kaito Sai (mimickedly), Sibrand (contradictist), Kanda Yuu (lotusofsteel)
Summary: Jogging's cancelled; prepare to play prisoner, instead.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: DAY, right after breakfast
Status: Closed, incomplete
( 'Evil brings men together' - Aristotle )
He'd been listening for any sound from the hallways, in the first place, and so when the guards had approached, he'd done everything he could to keep the door firmly closed, and when the outsiders had entered-- well, he certainly wasn't rusty with his hand-to-hand, old strength making up for any true gaps. And yet, they cheated (he told them so, in between snarls and threats), having small clubs to raise and usher him along with. It was humiliating. It was demeaning.
It was a lead up to death.
Yes, he settled down when leaving wasn't an option; yes, he only suffered a small bruise from an abrupt yank on the arm; yes, he bided his time. It was only when the actual location became apparent that he renewed his struggles, digging his heels in and hissing comments that would have made his Knights flinch, and this time, it did take a blow to the back to get him moving, have him stumble through the doorway and he immediately went silent, an abrupt quiet as his eyes scanned the room-- when first laying eyes on the thing circling about the other side, he couldn't help but pause, deflate a bit, because, really, the assassin had failed (once), in a somewhat pathetic way, as well.
Still. Terror gripped long and well, and his struggles to turn tail were renewed, eyes flashing around to the other occupants (even a woman? just like that giggling-) in an apparent frenzy to find some sort of help. It took his vocal cords untying themselves to finally bite something that wasn't too garbled out. Thoughts of where they were, the exhaustion from the night before, even the odd emptiness of the room or promise of what was actually in store from the doctor - hah - had completely left him. It was an unbridled, frayed-tempered sort of terror.
"- HE WANTS ME DEAD. And you're going to lock me in a room with him--!"
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