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paixaorpg2006-03-27 12:38 am
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On the bad end of a bad beginning. [Closed/Completed]
Character(s): Zexion, the Cheshire Cat, Anti X.
Content: Zexion is kind of coming around and trying to escape, the Cat pops in for a chat. While trying to convince the cat to help him get free, Anti X decides to show up. He frees Zexion, makes a big X on the wall, then poofs.. and then Zexion leaves too!
Setting: Akinky room in the Ecos na Catedral.
Time: Sometime Saturday night, while Zexion's alone.
Warnings: Aftereffects of being drugged up, vaguely mentioned bondage, blood, and NEKIDNESS. That's all~
In a way, Zexion was thankful Axel had drugged him. Or, he would have been, if he had a clear head. Then again, if he did have a clear head, he would most likely be shaking with rage right about now. And why wouldn't he be? He was, after all, abandoned in a room (in a whorehouse, no less!), stripped and bound in some sort of disgusting bondage toy. Him, one of the elders of the Organization! He was a person who demanded respect, someone who was used to calling the shots and giving direction... but here he was, trapped and restrained like some sort of common animal, by one of the very same people he supposedly had control over.
What a slap in the face. Literally. Or, rather... a punch, to be exact.
The Nobody heaved a heavy sigh, frowning at the fact that his jaw continued to ache. He hadn't thought much of Axel's parting gift at the time-- hadn't even really felt it, honestly, because he was so lost in the comfortably numb fog of his mind. But, that fog had begun to slowly clear away. That meant one of two things; either Axel had given him a very slight dose of Lumen's blood (he hated to think of what would happen if given more, in that case), or a significant amount of time had passed since he was injected. Whatever the reason, all Zexion knew for sure (or cared about) was that he could now pick up and piece together his scattered thoughts more easily. And his first goal?
Get out of this ridiculous contraption. It was quite uncomfortable, really. His muscles had begun to cramp up long ago, although he had been forced to suffer through the soreness as his awareness gradually trickled back to him. The thing was impossible to sleep in. He had tried quite a few times, so he knew this fact well. Every time, as soon as he had begun to doze off, he would relax and let his head hang, which in turn would cause the collar around his neck to choke him..
Yes, it was time to get out. But how?
Experimentally, Zexion twisted his cuffed wrists this way and that, testing for any signs of weakness in the bonds, or if there was enough free space for him to slip his small hands through. Sadly, all that got him was raw skin, and the clanging sounds of metal against metal only further aggravated the migraine that was threatening to rear its ugly head at any minute. Growling softly, he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting and worrying at it as he pondered. Then, out of the blue, he cursed at himself. Evidently, he was still caught up in the stupefying effects of the Lumen blood-- he was painfully aware that it had taken him far too long to reach the most obvious answer. Teleport out.
His desire to kick himself for his delayed realization was abruptly overridden by a feeling of triumph. Oh, yes. Soon, he would be free, and Axel would receive rightful punishment for this! A smirk played at the edge of his lips as he closed his eyes, focusing on first moving himself over to his pile of clothing.... only to have nothing happen. Brushing it off as a fluke, Zexion tried again.. and again, over and over, all to no avail. A few times he managed to catch himself fading, but he instant he thought he was going to be successful, the familiar black mist around him disappeared. Without him.
Though, finally, after dozens of botched attempts, there was progress! Sort of. Zexion ended up laying on his side on the floor, left wrist and ankle still cuffed to their respective bars, but atleast he was.. mostly free. It didn't come without consequence, however. The young Nobody noted, with no lack of unease, that he felt incredibly.. drained. He was also panting for breath, as though he had just finished a mile-long sprint rather than teleported roughly a foot or two, his chest burning with an almost unbearable pain.
Puzzled by these reactions, he decided to let himself rest for a moment as he rolled himself onto his back, letting his free arm stretch out beside him as he waited for his body to calm itself, and also get used to its new range of movement. Exhaling shakily, he turned his head towards his extended arm, taking a moment to study it. It was no longer its usual pale color-- now, it was bathed in an array of colors, as most of the room was. Muted blue, red, yellow, green... all the result of the artificial moonlight pouring in through the enormous stained-glass window. Head tilting far enough back to allow him to peer back at said window, he trailed his gaze over it, even if his view was rather slanted and upside-down from such an angle.
The distraction did atleast answer one more question. It was night time in Paixao. But that didn't answer the plethora of others. Had he really been here that long? When was Axel coming back? Was he coming back? Was he going to be drugged again? Was anyone looking for him? Was Lexaeus looking for him, or had he moved on with the rest of the Organization? Were there locks on the cuffs, or could he undo them by hand now? Why did his clothes have to be so far away..?
Groaning in frustration and exhaustion, Zexion shook his head to clear his mind, deciding that, for now, he would relax. A few short moments of rest wouldn't hurt.. it wouldn't take long, and as soon as he was feeling better, he would free himself the rest of the way, get his clothes on, and then leave. Yes, that was his plan. It would work. It had to work.
With that, Zexion shut his eyes, reminding himself that it was 'Only for a second...'
Content: Zexion is kind of coming around and trying to escape, the Cat pops in for a chat. While trying to convince the cat to help him get free, Anti X decides to show up. He frees Zexion, makes a big X on the wall, then poofs.. and then Zexion leaves too!
Setting: A
Time: Sometime Saturday night, while Zexion's alone.
Warnings: Aftereffects of being drugged up, vaguely mentioned bondage, blood, and NEKIDNESS. That's all~
In a way, Zexion was thankful Axel had drugged him. Or, he would have been, if he had a clear head. Then again, if he did have a clear head, he would most likely be shaking with rage right about now. And why wouldn't he be? He was, after all, abandoned in a room (in a whorehouse, no less!), stripped and bound in some sort of disgusting bondage toy. Him, one of the elders of the Organization! He was a person who demanded respect, someone who was used to calling the shots and giving direction... but here he was, trapped and restrained like some sort of common animal, by one of the very same people he supposedly had control over.
What a slap in the face. Literally. Or, rather... a punch, to be exact.
The Nobody heaved a heavy sigh, frowning at the fact that his jaw continued to ache. He hadn't thought much of Axel's parting gift at the time-- hadn't even really felt it, honestly, because he was so lost in the comfortably numb fog of his mind. But, that fog had begun to slowly clear away. That meant one of two things; either Axel had given him a very slight dose of Lumen's blood (he hated to think of what would happen if given more, in that case), or a significant amount of time had passed since he was injected. Whatever the reason, all Zexion knew for sure (or cared about) was that he could now pick up and piece together his scattered thoughts more easily. And his first goal?
Get out of this ridiculous contraption. It was quite uncomfortable, really. His muscles had begun to cramp up long ago, although he had been forced to suffer through the soreness as his awareness gradually trickled back to him. The thing was impossible to sleep in. He had tried quite a few times, so he knew this fact well. Every time, as soon as he had begun to doze off, he would relax and let his head hang, which in turn would cause the collar around his neck to choke him..
Yes, it was time to get out. But how?
Experimentally, Zexion twisted his cuffed wrists this way and that, testing for any signs of weakness in the bonds, or if there was enough free space for him to slip his small hands through. Sadly, all that got him was raw skin, and the clanging sounds of metal against metal only further aggravated the migraine that was threatening to rear its ugly head at any minute. Growling softly, he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting and worrying at it as he pondered. Then, out of the blue, he cursed at himself. Evidently, he was still caught up in the stupefying effects of the Lumen blood-- he was painfully aware that it had taken him far too long to reach the most obvious answer. Teleport out.
His desire to kick himself for his delayed realization was abruptly overridden by a feeling of triumph. Oh, yes. Soon, he would be free, and Axel would receive rightful punishment for this! A smirk played at the edge of his lips as he closed his eyes, focusing on first moving himself over to his pile of clothing.... only to have nothing happen. Brushing it off as a fluke, Zexion tried again.. and again, over and over, all to no avail. A few times he managed to catch himself fading, but he instant he thought he was going to be successful, the familiar black mist around him disappeared. Without him.
Though, finally, after dozens of botched attempts, there was progress! Sort of. Zexion ended up laying on his side on the floor, left wrist and ankle still cuffed to their respective bars, but atleast he was.. mostly free. It didn't come without consequence, however. The young Nobody noted, with no lack of unease, that he felt incredibly.. drained. He was also panting for breath, as though he had just finished a mile-long sprint rather than teleported roughly a foot or two, his chest burning with an almost unbearable pain.
Puzzled by these reactions, he decided to let himself rest for a moment as he rolled himself onto his back, letting his free arm stretch out beside him as he waited for his body to calm itself, and also get used to its new range of movement. Exhaling shakily, he turned his head towards his extended arm, taking a moment to study it. It was no longer its usual pale color-- now, it was bathed in an array of colors, as most of the room was. Muted blue, red, yellow, green... all the result of the artificial moonlight pouring in through the enormous stained-glass window. Head tilting far enough back to allow him to peer back at said window, he trailed his gaze over it, even if his view was rather slanted and upside-down from such an angle.
The distraction did atleast answer one more question. It was night time in Paixao. But that didn't answer the plethora of others. Had he really been here that long? When was Axel coming back? Was he coming back? Was he going to be drugged again? Was anyone looking for him? Was Lexaeus looking for him, or had he moved on with the rest of the Organization? Were there locks on the cuffs, or could he undo them by hand now? Why did his clothes have to be so far away..?
Groaning in frustration and exhaustion, Zexion shook his head to clear his mind, deciding that, for now, he would relax. A few short moments of rest wouldn't hurt.. it wouldn't take long, and as soon as he was feeling better, he would free himself the rest of the way, get his clothes on, and then leave. Yes, that was his plan. It would work. It had to work.
With that, Zexion shut his eyes, reminding himself that it was 'Only for a second...'