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Post by will on Jan 10, 2008 0:22:10 GMT
This smell..it was like something had gone rotten and nobody bothered to pick it up. Or maybe it was something that died. Either way he didn't like it. Opening his eyes a crack he wished he greeted by orange, yellow leaves of Sherwood forest. But the only thing he saw was bars and stone flooring. His brows farrowed in attemp to remember what had happened. Lifting his hand he rubbed at the back of his head only to feel a large bump starting to form. Wincing he pulled his hand back to eye level actually amazed there wasn't any blood on his finger tips.
Groaning he sat up from where he was guessed thrown and stood up with the help of bar covered wall beside him. Once he was standing up on his own two feet he shook his head a little trying to get the after effects of being knocked unconscious away. It only took him a second before he remembered everything that had happened. Well not all everything he didn't remember getting knocked out and getting dragged in to Nottingham.
Resting his back against the stone covered wall he rubbed at his now throbbing head. Looking around a little noticed that he was the person the dungeons. Some where he was actually glad for that. It meant that none of others had gotten caught. But it also meant it would take a matter of time before Guy finished what he started back in Knighton. Will knew that it wouldn't be anything like fun
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Post by guy on Jan 10, 2008 0:39:34 GMT
If for one minute, young William Scarlett thought he was the only captive, he was sadly mistaken. The peasants rounded up from this morning’s sport were still within the castle (albeit some were in bags) but if he was relieved by the lack of outlaws, then alright, he had a fair point. You see, Guy had chosen to empty the cells in order to have the carpenter utterly alone. It helped to add to the spirit of the situation, if he was alone, he had to suffer in silence, and if he was alone, he couldn’t start a rebellion.
Boots thunking on the cold stone floor, the subtle squeak of leather could be heard as he approached, the jailer following in tow, to allow for a little more fist contact as it were. He’d heard stories about the followers of Robin Hood, and he’d fought some of them, but strangely the talk of Will had evaded him. He was little more than an overgrown child, and for that, he needed taking down a peg or two. Finally his feet carried him to the cell in which his prisoner was kept, prismatic hues focusing on the small glimmer of light in the darkness.
It seemed the Outlaw was awake. “Nice to see you’ve forgone your beauty sleep, though I must admit you will be needing it in the near future.” Will reminded him a little of Allan, and while he was reluctant to really murder the poor boy, he was also angry. He was angry that he had been shamed by Marian, treated like a dog in the Holy Land, forced to live within the same walls as Saracens, and more importantly, that Robin Hood had once again evaded his judgement. None of the above of course, was Will’s fault, but he associated with Locksley, and therefore deserved the same treatment.
To a certain degree, you could argue that he had been plagued by the Crusader’s sickness, as it was only after his initial visit there that this war mongering had begun. Gesturing for the jailer to unlock the gate, Guy gritted his teeth in silent contemplation. He could simply talk to the boy, or make him bleed. But which to choose? Perhaps a little of both were in order. The gate moved forwards, exposing freedom for a brief second, before he advanced, moving into the cell and leaving the jailer standing guard with a look of malice in his eyes.
“So you’re what passes for an outlaw these days. I always thought you’d be….older.” The way he said it, made it sound like Will was a child. A misbehaving child at that! Sneering, Guy extended his arm and grabbed the young hero by his hair, pulling his already bruised head sideways. “I think you and I, need to have a little talk…”
(I am SO sorry Ash, I keep writing Blacksmith instead of Carpenter -smacks self- IDIOT!)
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Post by will on Jan 10, 2008 0:58:57 GMT
Hearing the clicking of boots beat against the dungeon flooring made the young Scarlett boy swallow hard. Lifting his head he caught eyes with the leather clad noble and suddenly the prison he was in started to feel a lot smaller then it naturally was. “Nice to see you’ve forgone your beauty sleep, though I must admit you will be needing it in the near future.” he wished he had stayed unconscious instead of having to deal with what was to come in the next couple of hours.
When he was grabbed he couldn't help but let out a tiny groan along the way. He tried to pull himself out of the Noble's grip but it useless to even bother. “I think you and I, need to have a little talk…” "I'm not telling you anything" he said trying to prove to himself that what ever Guy did he wouldn't talk. He was strong but torture was something that broke most men after only a couple minutes.
He had been through a lot in his life but torture was not one of those things. Personally it was something he never in his life did he want to go through. He just hoped he could hold out long enough till Robin and the others saved him. If he could hold on to that little bit a faith it would make the next couple of hours bearable in his mind. Allan had gone through Guy's torturings it was one of the reasons why he had betrayed the gang. Will wasn't Allan and he wasn't about to give up that easily not without a fight.
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Post by guy on Jan 11, 2008 23:22:35 GMT
Guy hadn’t been expecting co-operation by any means, in fact, he was almost counting on the rebelliousness of young Mr.Scarlett. It wasn’t that he was a sadistic persay, but more that he needed to vent his frustration, and this poor soul just happened to be sat (read: lying) there. He was angry about many things, some obvious, others not, but on a subconscious level, you could say that Gisborne simply wanted others to suffer like he had. Then again, when did he actually need a psychological reason to want to maim an outlaw?
"I'm not telling you anything"
Really? And there he was thinking he’d bare his immortal soul to the world in just a few minutes. A sharp tug was given to the hair once more, before Guy dragged the young carpenter to the opposite side of the cell. It was a wonder his hair wasn’t coming out, but that should be the least of his worries. Abruptly, the noble pulled him to his feet, the same sneer illuminating his features with a minimum of effort. He wasn’t even thinking, he was just acting, and in Sir Guy’s case, that could lead to anything from bruises to death.
“You say that now….” Came the callous response, as dulcet tones echoed around the dungeon, before his gloved hand closed around the slender neck of his prey. He couldn’t kill him, he knew that much, because in order to lure Robin into the castle he would need live bait, but Vasey hadn’t told him to let the wanderer escape unpunished either. “…but you’ll soon change your mind.” And with that, a glimmer of malicious intent twinkled in his eyes before he started his onslaught upon the helpless youth.
Exuberance wouldn’t save him, and neither would being uncooperative. He’d soon learn that, and the earlier he came to that conclusion, this less pain he was likely to endure. Tightening his grip on Will’s throat, Guy brought his knee forwards to collide with the carpenter’s ribs, before he decided to utter his first question of the day. “Where’s the camp?” It was simple, and to the point, yet he knew perfectly well he wasn’t going to get an answer, which was basically the main basis for it’s appeal.
If he didn’t answer, the leather clad sadist got to get far more violence-happy. Which of course, was no problem to him. Relaxing his grip, the hand moved higher to grasp his jaw, finger pushing tightly into the crevice between cheek bone and mandible. “I suggest you tell me boy, or I’ll be forced to start picking off your friends one by one.” He’d do it regardless actually, but it was a nice threat to get the ball rolling.
He would get answers one way or the other, even if he had to draw blood to do it.
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Post by will on Jan 12, 2008 0:17:02 GMT
“You say that now...but you’ll soon change your mind.” that was highly doubtful in Will's mind. There wasn't any chance that he was gonna tell Guy where the camp was. For all he knew even if he did tell him Guy would kill him anyways. The quick hit to his ribs made all the air come out and if it wasn't for Guy holding by the neck he probably would of fell coughing.
Breathing suddenly felt a little hard to do hearing Guy ask where the camp was Will had to take a couple breathes before speaking. "Good question" the young outlaw said between breathes. "When you find it, which you won't make sure to tell me" he said letting out a few faint coughs shortly afterwards.
“I suggest you tell me boy, or I’ll be forced to start picking off your friends one by one.”"You'd have to find them first Guy" he said shaking his head out of the Nobel's grip. Finding the other outlaws was like looking for a needle in a haystack. In a sense the haystack was Sherwood and trying to find anyone in there was doubtful unless you knew where to look.
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Post by Kevin Broker on Jan 16, 2008 23:51:45 GMT
Broker followed Gisborne up to the cell with an eager look on his face. It wasn't often they had outlaws in the dungeons and Kevin knew this would be a rare treat. His employers were so much more brutal when the prisoners were from Robin's gang. He hastened to follow Guy's silent instructions, unlocking the door and then standing back (but not too far because he wanted a view of the torture that was no doubt going to be painful) to keep watch. He was slightly disappointed when Gisborne and the prisoner started talking. He wasn't interested in information, which was one of the main reasons Kevin wasn't left to interrogate prisoners on his own; he always got carried away with the pain*, he rarely left the dungeons anyway. There was a dull thump and a soft groan from the cell and Kevin cursed himself for not paying attention, he'd missed the first blow! A guard came tripping down the steps to the dungeons, looking out of breath as though he had run the whole way here. ”Gisborne, sir! The Sheriff said he wants to speak to you right away!” The guard panted, no wonder he'd run, it wasn't good for your health to keep the Sheriff waiting. Guy did not look pleased to hear this news, he released his grip on the outlaw's face, making sure to push his head back to strike the wall, and turned to face the guard, glowering. There wasn't much the noble could do, a summons from Vaysey wasn't one you could ignore. Without saying a word he stormed from the dungeon, dragging the still breathless guard with him, and left Kevin to watch over the outlaw. Broker watched him for a moment, the door to the cell still open, and then took a step inside. He was sure Gisborne would not complain if he roughed the boy up a little, so long as he didn't knock him out, or hurt him so badly he couldn't speak. A malicious grin twisted Kevin's features and he lashed out with his foot, catching the outlaw in the kidney. He was going to enjoy this a lot. *Another reason being that Guy and Vaysey had a taste for torture themselves. (OOC – Ok Phoe I already feel bad for godmodding Guy's butt outta there but Ash has been waiting for 5 days (but who's counting ^_^;  . I've hopefully left it in a way that Kevin can beat up Will for a while but Guy can come back before the rescue and have his fun too. I asked Alsa first if I could mention Vaysey and she said sure, he just wants to know what happened in Knighton/how the torturing is going ^_^) |
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Post by will on Jan 17, 2008 3:02:16 GMT
”Gisborne, sir! The Sheriff said he wants to speak to you right away!”Thank God or Allah as Djaq would say somebody was looking out for him. The releasing of his face made him bring up a hand and rub at it a little. Soon as Guy left Will couldn't help but say a little prayer to himself. But for some reason it didn't help that much due to the jailer delivering a strong kick to his kidney. Which made him let out a yell before dropping to the stone floor once more in a fit of coughs.
This was going to be most unpleasant then he thought it was going to be. He figured Guy was going toy around with him for a little while. Now he had to deal with the jailer. Who's job was to cause one man enough pain to wish death upon himself. Letting out a couple more coughs he sat up slightly resting his back against the stone wall. His hazel green eyes glancing up to the jailer in front of him which he could tell even in the dim light of the near by torches that the man was enjoying what he did best.
(Ann ILU <3)
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Post by Kevin Broker on Jan 17, 2008 22:03:12 GMT
Growing in confidence Kevin leaned down over the outlaw as he was sitting up, so they were face to face. He let his breath puff out across the man's face and put a hand on his shoulder, pushing it back hard into the stone wall in case he got any stupid idea and tried to fight back. ”I reckon I'm gonna enjoy this a lot more than you do.” He said crudely, accent common and his face still spread into a leering grin.
Without warning he lifted a fist and struck the outlaw on the jaw, not releasing his hold on the prisoner's shoulder so there was no way he could move to lessen the blow. Kevin drew his arm back and repeated the punch, this time his knuckles smashed into the outlaw's mouth, splitting his lip and the skin of Kevin's fist on impact. Blood blossomed from the wound and it almost made up for the pain Kevin was feeling in his fingers right now. He scowled, feeling annoyed at himself for managing to get injured. He was better than this! Venting his frustrations on the outlaw at his mercy kick the outlaw in the side again for good measure while nursing his aching hand.
(OOC: Lol I feel so bad for hurting poor Will's face. Tis fun though ^_^.)
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Post by will on Jan 18, 2008 1:03:02 GMT
It all happened way to fast to really defend himself. First the shove to the stone wall caused shape pain to ride up his back then punches. The first hit wasn't that bad(he could take hit) but the sea0cond was a lot stronger the first. Strong enough to make black stars dance across his vision because of it. He closed his eyes waiting for the next punch but it never came thankfully. Though his thanks were cut off due to another savage kick to his side. Which made him let out yet another yell before going in to yet another coughing fit.
Feeling the odd taste of salt in his mouth made him turn his head to the side and spit. Raising his hand to his mouth he rubbed at his lip before pulling it back and noticing blood on his finger tips. Shifting his glance up to the guard he noticed he was favoring his hand. Will couldn't help but let a tiny smile form. At least in the end he would of caused some damage even though he hadn't really done it himself.
(You and your pain causing XD)
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Post by Kevin Broker on Jan 20, 2008 2:55:02 GMT
The outlaw spat, the colour a watery red mix of blood and saliva, that was the thing with torture it was messy. Kevin watched the prisoner for a moment, relishing in the discomfort the boy was obviously feeling. The enjoyment was short-lived, however, the illusion of power was broken, when the boy smiled slightly. The expression was made gruesome by the amount of blood still seeping from the boy's split lip, but it still angered Kevin to know that he was finding comfort somewhere. He was managing to construct mental barriers somehow, he was trying to escape the pain.
"Get up!" He ordered, kicking at the outlaws legs when he didn't immediately respond. Kevin grabbed him by the front of the shirt and hauled upwards, forcing the outlaw to rise or risk being strangled by his own collar. Releasing his grip, Kevin held up the prisoners slumping form into the wall by pressing his elbow into his neck. His free hand reach down to his belt and pulled out the dagger he always had at his side (because you never knew when a prisoner was going to go crazy in a bid for freedom).
The knife was angled towards the outlaw's hand and Kevin pressed the tip into his palm, blood swelling from the small nick. He pressed harder, forcing the prisoner's hand back into the wall and then drove the dagger forward with a sudden jerk. It sunk into the soft flesh, cutting through it like butter and missing the bones of his hand by what must have been a hair's breadth. When Kevin felt the knife connect with the wall he pulled back, withdrawing the weapon from the wound with equal brutality. As if in slow motion blood flowed from the wound, trickling down the outlaw's fingers and spattering crimson drops on the stone floor.
(OOC – Yes, that's right, I am very, very evil. Apologies for the mistakes that I'm sure are there, but it's too much like 3 in the morning for me to actually spot them.)
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Post by will on Jan 20, 2008 18:38:18 GMT
At first when he was told to stand up he didn't comply with the order. That was until the guard kicked at his legs did he stand up. When he was forced to the prison cell wall he tried to fight back as much as he could but it didn't help that much. With the man's elbow to his neck trying to move wasn't that simple. His eyes drifted to the dagger the man pulled out of his sheath and suddenly Will struggled a little more knowing the dagger was gonna end up some where.
Thing was he would of gladly taken it in the shoulder instead of his hand. His hands were the probably the most important things to him. At first the guard nicked at his hand which didn't hurt that much. The second the dagger was pushed in Will let out a yell and closed his eyes. It was like all of sudden there was this feeling of white hot pain flashing across his vision and not going away. When the knife was finally pulled out Will dropped to the ground cradling his now bloodied hand to his chest.
After the guard did what he wanted to he gave Will a another swift kick to the side before leaving. Will didn't respond to the kick with a yell he was more worried about his hand. The guard and Guy didn't care about his well-being let alone blood loss. Looking around the prison cell a little Will spotted what looked like left over cloth a little ways away from him. Shifting a little he reached forward with his good hand and grabbed it.
He carefully wrapped it around his bad hand the best he could with just one hand and his teeth to tie to off. Now all he had to worry about was that he didn't die in the dungeons because of the blood loss. It would be a slow death and the last thing he wanted to go through was slow and painful death. Resting his head against the stone wall he closed his eyes and prayed to who ever was listening to spare his soul at least for a little while longer.
If they could that he would be forever greatful. Robin and the others would be coming for him at any time. The thing he wanted was for Luke or anyone to find his corpse on the stone flooring of the dungeons. Oh god Luke...Will had almost forgotten that his younger brother was back in Nottingham. With that Will promised himself that he would not let himself die in dungeons for Luke to find and bury his body next to their Mother's in Locksley. He could hold on at least he hoped he could. His hand was already starting to feel numb and he knew if every thing else did after it wouldn't be long before he would be joining his parents....
(^^;; Wooot I had to make it kinda big since its the last post in here XD Anni you can move it now)
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. I've hopefully left it in a way that Kevin can beat up Will for a while but Guy can come back before the rescue and have his fun too. I asked Alsa first if I could mention Vaysey and she said sure, he just wants to know what happened in Knighton/how the torturing is going ^_^)