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locker_rooms2016-01-11 12:37 am
dangle) wrote in locker_rooms2016-01-11 12:37 am
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closed » just one mistake is all it will take
[Nate paced the small room that he was locked in, looking for ways out and trying to distract himself from the aching pain at his side, and face, and just everywhere, really.
About an hour ago, he'd been strapped to a chair and beaten with all sorts of items within the pirates' reach. The butt of a handgun, a plank of wood. Heck, there were even a couple of fists being flung at him earlier and nowhere to go for him to dodge them.
It didn't matter if he'd been in similar scrapes in the past, being beat up for information was not something he would ever get used to, nor did he want to. Sure, he's gotten better at keeping what he needed to know to himself and revealing just enough to keep him alive, but the methods of torture he'd gone through was always different. It wasn't something you could ever be ready for. Hell, he's still lucky to still be alive at this point.]
Go on one last adventure, I said. We might as well go out with a bang, I said. I've really got to stop listening to myself one of these days. [He let out a dismissive snort as he licked a cut on his lower lip.] Maybe Sully was right to sit this one out. Lucky bastard.
[Continuing to survey the room, he took note of what little information was available to him. There was a door with the smallest of windows to peek out of... and that was about it. There wasn't even a window for the room, making it harder for him to tell how many hours it had been since he was caught.
His brow creased with worry as the thought of Elena crossed his mind. Where was she? Was she safe? Was she coming to get him? He honestly wished that she wasn't doing that last one because he'll be damned if anything happened to her. Even if he knew that she could take care of herself, he couldn't help but blame himself for getting them here in the first place.]
I really hope she's not doing something stupid right now...
About an hour ago, he'd been strapped to a chair and beaten with all sorts of items within the pirates' reach. The butt of a handgun, a plank of wood. Heck, there were even a couple of fists being flung at him earlier and nowhere to go for him to dodge them.
It didn't matter if he'd been in similar scrapes in the past, being beat up for information was not something he would ever get used to, nor did he want to. Sure, he's gotten better at keeping what he needed to know to himself and revealing just enough to keep him alive, but the methods of torture he'd gone through was always different. It wasn't something you could ever be ready for. Hell, he's still lucky to still be alive at this point.]
Go on one last adventure, I said. We might as well go out with a bang, I said. I've really got to stop listening to myself one of these days. [He let out a dismissive snort as he licked a cut on his lower lip.] Maybe Sully was right to sit this one out. Lucky bastard.
[Continuing to survey the room, he took note of what little information was available to him. There was a door with the smallest of windows to peek out of... and that was about it. There wasn't even a window for the room, making it harder for him to tell how many hours it had been since he was caught.
His brow creased with worry as the thought of Elena crossed his mind. Where was she? Was she safe? Was she coming to get him? He honestly wished that she wasn't doing that last one because he'll be damned if anything happened to her. Even if he knew that she could take care of herself, he couldn't help but blame himself for getting them here in the first place.]
I really hope she's not doing something stupid right now...
this took forever, I'm so sorry.
He presses against the wall for a moment, trying to piece together what had happened outside. A shot had rang out and there was a thud soon after, but only silence followed soon after. Had there been someone else trying to make it through the compound? That seemed to be the only answer that made sense.
The next question was whether or not whoever it was had survived that shot. Although the thud seemed rather telling, he decides to sneak a peek through the window at the door anyway. What he sees however isn't a body. Instead he sees a shadow peek through the window before he's able to look out. Then came the jingling of keys.
Pulling back, he let out a dismissive snort as he shook his head.]
If this is the end, it sure is disappointing.
[With both hands balled into fists, Nate gets ready to put up a fight against his attacker, whoever it may be. As soon as the door is opened, it takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light filling the room but he doesn't need his sight to know exactly who it was who entered. His stance changes, and his hands drop to his side.]
Elena?
[Like her, Nate looked a lot worse for wear, what with a cut on his lip, a bruise forming around his eye and cheek—he's 100% certain he'll have quite a shiner there in the morning. Or evening. He's not sure about that last part—and a few other cuts here and there. All that on top of the dirt and grime he'd been rolling through on the first part of this grand adventure. It's not something he wasn't used to but damn if he didn't ache like a mother right now.
But there were more important things to deal with. Like the matter of his rescue. And his rescuer. His brows knit together at first and the words leave his mouth before he is able to have any second thoughts.]
How did you get here? I mean, seriously, how? Did anyone see you? Actually, forget that for now. Why the hell did you have to do that?
[He asks not wanting to scold her for what she'd done. He was grateful, more than he could probably say. But that didn't mean seeing her here left made his heart drop to his stomach due to worry. Nate was more than glad to see Elena right now, but the risks she probably had to take to get there was more than he could bear right now.]
[It's not long before his expression softened. Now that he's able to look at her, really look at her, he noticed the state she's in as well. Her clothes had seen much better days, and her hair had begun to fall loose around her shoulders. But what struck him the most is her face. Aside from the grime lining the creases, there had been blood smeared across her cheek.
Closing the gap between them, he reached out to her, trying to see if there had been any other telling signs of her being hurt. This is exactly why he had been worried about her, but this time, he hoped against hope that his worries were wrong.]
Where did this come from? ...Crap, please tell me this is from someone else.
[That seemed to be a much better option than knowing that it was her own right now.]
it's no worries!
[ Elena grins cheekily and then it slips as he fires off question after question. They're not the kind she wants to answer, she knows how freaked out he'll get if she answered him straight. Nate doesn't need to know that she's been shot and that the back of her shirt has a dark stain spreading over the back of her shoulder. He might notice when she turns around but Elena would prefer to put him in front of her and pass off the gun. It isn't sitting well with her that she'd had to actually kill someone with it.
She begins to frown then, gun waving as if that'll dismiss his concerns. Not that she means to be dismissive at all, it's just that there's a bullet embedded in her shoulder that she would really appreciate getting out. ] I'm here, aren't I? Why else would I be here? Someone's gotta bust your ass out.
[ Ah, crap. Elena would love to touch him, she'd love for nothing more than to kiss and hug him, to look him over for anything she can't see. But as soon as he moves in and reaches for her, Elena takes that hand to stop him. It gets squeezed and she forces a smile, not wanting to worry him. He needs to focus not on her but on helping her get out, cooperating. ]
It's nothing. Look Nate, we need to get you out of here. That's the whole point of me comin' in here to get you. Don't make this all for nothing, alright?
Here, you in front. The sooner we get out of here the better. [ The gun's going to be passed off, gratefully, and she hopes to God that he'll take it and not ask anymore questions. That he'll go along with whatever plan she's got.
First, however, she does give pause and her brows knit. How could she be so inconsiderate? She had been so, so worried all this time, and now finally she's gotten to him... ] I'm sorry, are you alright?