Scott McCall (
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paradisalogs2012-10-05 04:05 pm
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Who: Scott McCall and you!
What: An open nightmare log
When: Now and going on throughout the rest of today and tomorrow
Where: Scott's... mind zone?
Rating: I'll give this a hard R for gore.
[ It's nice, the woods are thick, misty and dark. The moon that's in the sky is barely moer than a tiny sliver, though if it's waning or waxing is hard to tell. Scott's breathing ragged and heavy as he hangs from the trees by ropes binding his hands. He was struggling earlier when he first found himself several feet off the ground with his arms strung up uncomfortably above his head, but a quick jolt of electricity throughout his body put a quick end to that little attempt at breaking free. It's not like it's the first time someone has zapped him with a taser, but the experience doesn't get easier with time.
In fact, considering the old man with the unpleasant smirk on his face is the one holding the taser, Scott actually feels a lot worse about this entire situation. There's a broad sword sitting on a large rock nearby. It's precariously balanced at the moment, but it doesn't look like it's about to tip off. It's way too far away for Scott to reach, even if he had it in him to swing out and try to get it at the moment. Unfortunate, considering Scott knows exactly what that sword is going to be used for soon enough. He'd really rather be able to kick it nice and far away.
The old man walks back and forth between Scott and anyone else who might be strung up next to him, eying them carefully, coldly... He doesn't exactly look like he's thinking of letting anyone free any time soon. ]
Gerard....
[ The old man smirks wider and starts to make his way over to where the sword is laying on the rock. ]
Mr. McCall. Not very wise of you and your friend to be wandering out here alone.
((OOC. The NPC, Gerard, will be writing in red for this log. If you want Gerard to be able to pick at the failures or insecurities of your character just PM or IM me to let me know what sort of things he should say to them/insecurities he should pick at.))
What: An open nightmare log
When: Now and going on throughout the rest of today and tomorrow
Where: Scott's... mind zone?
Rating: I'll give this a hard R for gore.
[ It's nice, the woods are thick, misty and dark. The moon that's in the sky is barely moer than a tiny sliver, though if it's waning or waxing is hard to tell. Scott's breathing ragged and heavy as he hangs from the trees by ropes binding his hands. He was struggling earlier when he first found himself several feet off the ground with his arms strung up uncomfortably above his head, but a quick jolt of electricity throughout his body put a quick end to that little attempt at breaking free. It's not like it's the first time someone has zapped him with a taser, but the experience doesn't get easier with time.
In fact, considering the old man with the unpleasant smirk on his face is the one holding the taser, Scott actually feels a lot worse about this entire situation. There's a broad sword sitting on a large rock nearby. It's precariously balanced at the moment, but it doesn't look like it's about to tip off. It's way too far away for Scott to reach, even if he had it in him to swing out and try to get it at the moment. Unfortunate, considering Scott knows exactly what that sword is going to be used for soon enough. He'd really rather be able to kick it nice and far away.
The old man walks back and forth between Scott and anyone else who might be strung up next to him, eying them carefully, coldly... He doesn't exactly look like he's thinking of letting anyone free any time soon. ]
Gerard....
[ The old man smirks wider and starts to make his way over to where the sword is laying on the rock. ]
Mr. McCall. Not very wise of you and your friend to be wandering out here alone.
((OOC. The NPC, Gerard, will be writing in red for this log. If you want Gerard to be able to pick at the failures or insecurities of your character just PM or IM me to let me know what sort of things he should say to them/insecurities he should pick at.))
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His eyes are still closed, but he can tell he's outside. He opens them, looking up and spotting his arms tied to a branch and down to find himself dangling over the ground.]
What the fuck?!
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Especially considering Gerard had decided to come after them on his own. Not that Scott really thought anyone would even want to team up with Gerard after everything he'd done.
He tried to ignore the old man giving them a critical look, and just keep him in his peripheral vision to see if he went for the sword, while getting the man's attention. ]
Hey! Are you okay?
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Do I bloody look okay?! I'm tied to a tree and it feels like my arms are about to pop out of their sockets!
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So... that's a no then?
[ Gerard sighs and walks towards Stuart, looking less than impressed. ]
No, Scott. I think it's quite safe to say he's not okay. Soon neither of you will be.
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[Excuse him. Mini freak-out over here.]
Listen, mate. I'm sure you can find a much better person to torture than me. I'm no-one. Just an EMT.
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Oh, Stuart, I'm sure you can think of a few reasons why someone might want to torture you. But this? This isn't about torture.
[ The smile vanishes from his face, and his words are harsh and biting. ]
This is retribution.
[ Scott looks confused by that. What did this guy even do to upset Gerard that much? Well, admittedly, nothing... and it's not like Scott believes for a minute that the people Gerard wants to kill actually deserve the death the get.
But considering he doesn't even seem to know Gerard, that's sitting even worse than Scott than... well than Gerard's murder attempts normally would. ]
Look, he has no idea what's going on here. He doesn't have anything to do with this! Just let him go!
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[Trying to keep his voice calm, but there are hints of terror creeping in here. I mean, who wouldn't be scared when you wake up tied to a tree with some nut-job saying he wants retribution.
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Scott, meanwhile, seems to be looking around wildly, and looking slightly baffled. He'd just... he'd died. Gerard had cut him through with a sword. This girl hadn't been there, it had been a man. An EMT? He's positive that it had been a guy hanging next to him, and he's almost certain Gerard had sliced him in half.
He tries to wiggle and it doesn't do him any good at all, the ropes are tight. ]
What's going on?
[ Gerard doesn't look away from Ino, and doesn't reply. ]
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What do you mean, what's going on? Isn't it obvious? This creep has some sort of perverted plan for the both of us!
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What? No. He killed me.
[ He looks down at his stomach and... yep, it's intact. His legs are still there. He even kicks them experimentally. ]
He just killed me. This all just happened, only you weren't here.
[ Gerard looks away from Ino now, cocking his head to the side as Scott rambles on. ]
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Huh?
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Gerard killed me before now! He sliced me in half while I was hanging here. There was another guy where you were. An EMT.
[ He's looking around wildly to see if he can spot the body of the other man, but he doesn't see anything. ]
Now that's quite the story. It sounds almost prophetic, doesn't it?
[ Gerard smiles widely at them both. ]
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[Guess who doesn't appreciate being tied up? That's right. This guy. He's struggling, flailing, kicking. Anything he can do to try and escape.]
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What the hell?!
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No you fuckin' don't! Y'ain't comin' nowhere near me with that thing.
Hey! Ya touch me with that, an' y'all be eatin' it. Got it?!
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Either way Scott is now tugging against his restraints and calling out. ]
Hey!!
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Hey! Th'fuck did I just say?! Let me th'fuck down!
[And he's just going to start kicking at Gerard.]
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Should have gone with the cattle prod.
[ Scott's looking back and forth between this new man and Gerard. ]
Why are you even doing this?
[ Gerard looks at him, smirks, and continues to ignore both of the two in the trees. ]
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[Then over to the boy next to her, grey eyes sharp.] Don't answer him. That's what he wants.
[She knew about old men, and trying to play for weaknesses. She pulled on the rope instead, trying to get the old man to focus on her.]
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Not that it meant he was giving up on trying to escape. This wasn't exactly how he wanted to spend the rest of his existence. Sliced in half over and over again by Gerard. ]
What he wants is to kill us both.
[ Gerard grins a little and looks over at Katniss. ]
Scott's right, Ms. Everdeen. I'm more than happy to kill you now if you're not interested in a chat.
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Get in line.
[She shifted, stretching her bonds, testing her arms.]
However, since I don't know you -- and I don't know Scott - kind of lost why a complete stranger wants to kill me.
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[ For all he's been egging on the people he's been dragging here, he hasn't said anything to indicate any of them did anything to him in order for him to feel he needs to kill them. The first man apparently was a shitty friend? The girl wasn't in time to save her teacher's life? The guy after that had some sort of weird family thing going on?
That didn't exactly spell out good motivation as far as Scott is aware. Unless Gerard's flipped his lid and just enjoys the killing. Which honestly? Scott could believe. Especially considering that grin stretched over his face as he turns to look at Scott. ]
Almost a shame I have to kill this one, isn't it?
[ He raises his voice now as if he's speaking for an audience. ]
Unfortunately she's done more than enough in her life to warrant being killed. Letting a little girl die?
[ He makes a tsking sound. ]
Absolutely unforgivable.
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What do you know about that? You don't know anything.
[Her grey eyes flash, as she grabs ahold of the rope, and starts to pull herself up. Slowly.]
When I get out of this, I'm going to beat that condescending smirk into your face.
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I wouldn't do that, Katniss.
[ He holds up his taser, and frowns. ]
I can promise you it won't end well.
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