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paixaorpg2007-05-08 09:09 am
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When did this happen? [Experimentation, Experimentation subjects, feel free to respond]
Character(s): Jazz
Content: Jazz finds herself all of the sudden thrown into a dark cell, in an unknown place. Panic ensues.
Setting: Unknown
Time: She's not sure
Warnings: Hyperventilation.
One moment she had been with good company, the next, she was alone. It was enough to make her head spin, even though she had somewhat experienced the feeling of being one place one minute, another the next. However, even that had been punctuated by sleep between.
The place that she had been thrown was dark, though it wasn't wet, dank, or any sort of nasty. It was perhaps a little dusty from disuse, but it was generally a well-kept holding area. It was certainly unlike the prison cells one saw in the movies (but she knew that the movies tended to be inaccurate about a lot of things). However, what was very upsetting about it was that she was the one inside the cell.
She was the one in jail.
And it was cold in that area, or perhaps she was upset, because she started shivering, as she ran to the door of the cell, and shook it as violent as her tiny body could. "Hey! There's gotta be some mistake here!" A pause. "Hello? Anybody?"
She could feel panic setting in with each passing moment of silence. "Danny! Valerie! Are you guys out there?!" She stepped away from the bars and pulled out her journal. She'd make sure Danny knew what had happened to her, because the last thing she wanted to do (even through her panicking) was make him suffer more because of her.
She typed on the journal, face focused and intense. Because it was the only thing keeping her sane by then.
Content: Jazz finds herself all of the sudden thrown into a dark cell, in an unknown place. Panic ensues.
Setting: Unknown
Time: She's not sure
Warnings: Hyperventilation.
One moment she had been with good company, the next, she was alone. It was enough to make her head spin, even though she had somewhat experienced the feeling of being one place one minute, another the next. However, even that had been punctuated by sleep between.
The place that she had been thrown was dark, though it wasn't wet, dank, or any sort of nasty. It was perhaps a little dusty from disuse, but it was generally a well-kept holding area. It was certainly unlike the prison cells one saw in the movies (but she knew that the movies tended to be inaccurate about a lot of things). However, what was very upsetting about it was that she was the one inside the cell.
She was the one in jail.
And it was cold in that area, or perhaps she was upset, because she started shivering, as she ran to the door of the cell, and shook it as violent as her tiny body could. "Hey! There's gotta be some mistake here!" A pause. "Hello? Anybody?"
She could feel panic setting in with each passing moment of silence. "Danny! Valerie! Are you guys out there?!" She stepped away from the bars and pulled out her journal. She'd make sure Danny knew what had happened to her, because the last thing she wanted to do (even through her panicking) was make him suffer more because of her.
She typed on the journal, face focused and intense. Because it was the only thing keeping her sane by then.
no subject
The Overlord never got to hear the rest of Rosette's question. "O-oi! Sto--" he mustered, but there was nothing he could do. Before they knew it she was gone, and Laharl could do nothing. He let out a damnit of his own. Before they barely had a moment, more of them had appeared to take Jazz, and again there was nothing that could be done.
"Great... just... great," Laharl muttered, his frustration glaringly obvious. With a sigh, that sounded more like an angry growl, he tilted his head to look down the cells again. Well, so now there were only four of them.
Finally after a few moments of silence he spoke up again to answer Link's question, "You.. don't even know anything yet...? Gah, figures. I'm...ah, never going to escape these questions... Paixao. A blasted island, probably in another dimension from your own... that you can't leave."
He'd answered it enough now, that even in this state he was able to pull it from his mind fairly easily, despite being incoherent.
So what would happen to them? Would they come back looking like him? Or at he had 'special treatment'. What were they planning to do to them? Questions like these bounced through his head, and he had answers to none of them. Well, whatever it was he'd fight it with everything he had. He'd make them regret thinking they could possibly kidnap a demon overlord. Now, just how he was going to accomplish this he wasn't sure yet, but hopefully he'd find a way.