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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...
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?