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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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[ 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.