Intro // No Event // Possible Aphro
“Get the hell away from me, you perv!”
The silence that had once filled the endless hallways now had a rival to its silence. And that rival was Zell Dincht. The fancy yet subtle walls would not receive the appreciation that they would have normally received by the history and factorial addict. Alas, he was dealing with bigger problems. Like being a possible captive.
Waking up in a dark room, with his hands cuffed; only to be welcomed by an unknown assailant? Zell’s awakening was far from pretty (within his eyes.) Male or Female, regardless of what age; The SeeD was far from interested in listening to the person, as they were obviously one to blame! …Right?
He had even yet to process what the figure could have been saying. All that had mattered was that there was light emitting from under what appeared to be a door, which was an exit. What he had also learned was that running full steam in to an open door would hurt. A lot.
From what he knew, Zell was still in his SeeD attire. The navy blue base mixed in with that aristocratic silver pattern. As much as the blonde hated wearing uniforms, he loved looking stylish whilst handing someone’s head on a silver platter. Sadly, that wasn’t the case right now; thanks to Seifer.
Yeah, great fucking joke, Seifer. Dress me up in my SeeD uniform then knock me out from behind. Real fucking smooth, asshole. Wait, was it even him? Goddamn, this hallway is long!
Dashing through the endless hall had left the individual out of breath, heaving lightly as his seldom heavy boots were beginning to take toll on his remotely exhausted body. Zell’s chrome had flicked to look over his shoulder, trying to comprehend whether or not his ever so fun possible captor had decided to join in on the running game. Needless to say, the clumsy SeeD would find yet another problem occurring. One that a SeeD of his caliber should have known by now: Staying aware of your surroundings.
“C’moooon, gotta keep going! I need to jog more or somethi- ARGH!”
The cuffed tribal would be sent straight to the floor, running in to someone or the way it felt; a wall. Erratic jangling from the cuffs would stir some sense in to the blonde; pleading with himself to regain some form of consciousness to at least make eye contact with whatever the hell he had just assaulted.
“What the hell was that?!”
[OOC: Male, female and anything in-between are welcome for actual RP. Any play containing ‘naughty body parts’ is for females only. Sorry, My Zell only roams down the one way street! Either way, if you have any questions leading towards the post, feel free to send me an OOC message. Other than that? Be creative! I've left many parts open. Mainly three components: The person in the room, the individual who he had run in to, and of course; the possiblity of Seifer not being the culprit.]
The silence that had once filled the endless hallways now had a rival to its silence. And that rival was Zell Dincht. The fancy yet subtle walls would not receive the appreciation that they would have normally received by the history and factorial addict. Alas, he was dealing with bigger problems. Like being a possible captive.
Waking up in a dark room, with his hands cuffed; only to be welcomed by an unknown assailant? Zell’s awakening was far from pretty (within his eyes.) Male or Female, regardless of what age; The SeeD was far from interested in listening to the person, as they were obviously one to blame! …Right?
He had even yet to process what the figure could have been saying. All that had mattered was that there was light emitting from under what appeared to be a door, which was an exit. What he had also learned was that running full steam in to an open door would hurt. A lot.
From what he knew, Zell was still in his SeeD attire. The navy blue base mixed in with that aristocratic silver pattern. As much as the blonde hated wearing uniforms, he loved looking stylish whilst handing someone’s head on a silver platter. Sadly, that wasn’t the case right now; thanks to Seifer.
Yeah, great fucking joke, Seifer. Dress me up in my SeeD uniform then knock me out from behind. Real fucking smooth, asshole. Wait, was it even him? Goddamn, this hallway is long!
Dashing through the endless hall had left the individual out of breath, heaving lightly as his seldom heavy boots were beginning to take toll on his remotely exhausted body. Zell’s chrome had flicked to look over his shoulder, trying to comprehend whether or not his ever so fun possible captor had decided to join in on the running game. Needless to say, the clumsy SeeD would find yet another problem occurring. One that a SeeD of his caliber should have known by now: Staying aware of your surroundings.
“C’moooon, gotta keep going! I need to jog more or somethi- ARGH!”
The cuffed tribal would be sent straight to the floor, running in to someone or the way it felt; a wall. Erratic jangling from the cuffs would stir some sense in to the blonde; pleading with himself to regain some form of consciousness to at least make eye contact with whatever the hell he had just assaulted.
“What the hell was that?!”
[OOC: Male, female and anything in-between are welcome for actual RP. Any play containing ‘naughty body parts’ is for females only. Sorry, My Zell only roams down the one way street! Either way, if you have any questions leading towards the post, feel free to send me an OOC message. Other than that? Be creative! I've left many parts open. Mainly three components: The person in the room, the individual who he had run in to, and of course; the possiblity of Seifer not being the culprit.]