May 23, 2011 23:16
Crimes: Impersonating a priest of the Holy Church, slaughter of thousands, defecting during a war, murdering his brother, tempting others from their chosen paths, and lying.
Abel closed his eyes against the merciless sun that beat down onhim. He couldn't remember the trial or even if there was one, but now he was in the stocks, head and arms firmly held by the wood while his ankles were chained to the sturdy posts, not giving him much room to move at all. He had been stripped to just his pants, but he knew that could change in a heartbeat.
The list of crimes seemed to mock him as the occasional person wandered over to read them outloud, reminding him why he was in such a position. The sad part was he couldn't deny any of them, even if he was the only one who knew the circumstances surrounding each one.
Not that anyone would listen to him.
On the pillars that held the stocks hung a cat o' nine-tails for any who wished to punish him further.
((OOC: will you be the one to forgive him his crimes or will you punish him further? He won't be freed until lashed with the cat or sexed up. Open to all comers, male and female. Anything goes except bathroom stuff and death.))
pairing: m/*,
series: trinity blood