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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.))

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[ Scott's still trying to recover enough to respond to what's going on. Gerard doesn't seem to be having the same problem though, and is aiming that taser at Daryl and firing. Here's to hoping he can wiggle enough to avoid it. Gerard is at least far enough away that it could be possible if he really gets moving.

Either way Scott is now tugging against his restraints and calling out. ]

Hey!!

[Luckily, Daryl is feeling quite mobile, managing to swing just out of the way.]

Hey! Th'fuck did I just say?! Let me th'fuck down!

[And he's just going to start kicking at Gerard.]

[ Gerard moves a step back, looking completely unfazed by the kicking, but a little disappointed the man dodged the taser. He sighs and checks it before pulling back in the wires. ]

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. ]

Cattle prod?! Come back here an' say that! I'll swap ya face for my foot!!

[More struggling, now concentrating on trying to flail free from the ropes.]

[ Gerard makes for the sword now, and Scott's starting to realize if past experiences hold true that he's not going to have much longer, and he's got no idea how much time this guy is going to have once Gerard gets done with him. He's yet to see what happens to the others after Gerard offs him for pretty obvious reasons.

He looks up, trying to get a nail into the ropes, but it's not working, he's tied up in a way that even with claws he can't reach it. ]

None of these people even know why they're here! None of them have done anything to you!

[ Gerard picks up the sword, looking over it carefully. ]

And yet they've all done enough, haven't they? Just look at this man. Not exactly the shining example of civility, is he?

... You tied him up in a tree.

[ Gerard just chuckles at that and walks forward. ]

I'll be as civil as ya fuckin' want when I'm done beatin' ya wrinkly ass, old man!

[Nope. Daryl'll be the first to admit that he's not the most civil of folk.

...Still doesn't stop him from being offended. He is, however, starting to tire in his flailings. Slowing down...]

A man like you wouldn't know how to be civil if your life depended on it.

[ He runs his finger very carefully down the edge of the blade, and even just the light touch still draws blood. ]

Unfortunate in this case.

[ Scott starts wiggling around, trying to reach the ropes when he realizes what Gerard is threatening the guy. ]

Lots of people aren't civil! That isn't a good reason to kill someone!

[And Daryl realises what they're talking about, too.]

Come near me with that thing an' I'll fuckin' kill you!

[ Scott's trying so hard to claw at the ropes, but he can't seem to get them. ]

I don't believe you're in the position to be making threats, Mr. Dixon.

[He's going to go back to kicking.]

I can still move, asshole. Fuck my position, ya come near me with that an' ya gettin' ya head caved in!

[ It's a nice idea, but Scott's not sure it's really going to help him in the long run. ]

Well... a man with your home life, I can't expect much from you, can I?

[And he stops for a second...

...Oh, if looks could kill.]

Th'fuck did you just say?

[ Shit... Gerard's doing what he did before. Scott stays quiet this time though, figuring this might buy him a few more minutes. ]

I believe you heard me just fine.

Th'fuck's that gotta do with anythin'?

[ Scott keeps trying to claw at the ropes, not even bothering to try and hide the fact that they're not human nails. ]

I think you can hazard a guess.

Piss off.

[ Gerard walks slowly over towards Scott, and taps him lightly on the side with the broad side. It won't hurt him, but it does a good job at making him freeze in spot. ]

And you wonder why people remark on your manners.

Like I give a shit what folk think 'bout me.

[ That's... good, right? This guy isn't falling for Gerard's trap. Scott's not totally sure, but he doesn't sound as agitated as the others. ]

I don't imagine your family thinks much more of you than I do either.

[See this look, Gerard? Pure. Hate.]

Th'fuck d'you know 'bout my family?

[ He smirks at it, and Scott feels his stomach drop. This definitely isn't going to end well for him, and probably not for this other guy either. ]

I know enough.

Bullshit. You know jack shit.

[ At least the other guy seemed like he was doing a pretty good job not falling for the bait too much. ]

You sound defensive, Daryl.

Ya got me tied to a fuckin' tree. 'course I'm fuckin' defensive, idiot.

[Thrashing around a bit more.]

An' yer gonna regret tyin' me up.

Oh... I don't think I will. Though I do regret letting this conversation go on for as long as it has.

Don't you think it's time to end it, Scott?

[ Oh... shit. ]

No? You guys sound like you're doing fine talking to each other right now.