Nightmare (Rylan)

[elliot]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: solid 20px #002233; border-left: 20px solid #002233; width: 450px, btable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/fuckerwork.png); padding: 10px;] Merope's basement was dark and silent, the only sound the shivering of a small, scared boy. The boy had no pillow to lay his head on, instead forced to sleep curled up on the cold hard floor. His bad leg was sprawled out behind him, obvious to any outside observers as he tossed and turned. Occasionally he mumbled to himself in his sleep, sounding more nervous and uneasy with each passing minute. There were small, wet spots on the ground by his face: on closer observation, the boy was sobbing. It was obvious that the boy was in the grasp of a nightmare. Nobody tossed and turned in their sleep so suddenly for any other reason. Nobody, when sleeping, would have such a worried look on their face otherwise. But in this basement there was nobody for him. The nice woman he thought would help him proved violent and murderous. His Pokemon had followed him to this doom, but kept them in their Pokeballs for their own safety. He didn't even want to know what Merope would do to them down here. He didn't even know the white-haired slender man's deal, but he didn't even WANT to know. He was in a cell without much food, without any beds, without anything. Just the four walls and whatever horrors lied outside them. Occasionally he heard voices, and he didn't like the sound of them at all. It was frigid in the night time and sweltering in the day, as characteristic of a basement in the summer. And there were still wounds from where the Staraptor had grabbed him, which caused him pain every time his back touched the floor or walls. As he slept, he couldn't help but wonder. Was the real nightmare what he saw in his sleep, or what awaited him when he woke up? OOC: Now this is happening TAGS: Rylan WORD COUNT:uncaring

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[rylan]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:450px,bTable] but indifference [style=font-size: 15px] The opposite of love is not hate [/style]

Though he had a dim awareness of the possibility he might end up in this basement if he pressed his luck, Rylan couldn’t resist the urge for a late night ‘stroll’ of sorts. Unable to sleep in the unfamiliar bed, he gave up on tossing and turning, yanking on pants and heading down the hall. The cool air of the basement beckoned, and he quietly made his way down the steps, holding onto the wall lest he trip in the relative dark. He flipped on a light as he reached the bottom. Off he went down the halls, down to the cells. He hadn’t gone with any particular intentions (he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on one of Merope’s prisoners, not without her permission, he had at least that much sense) but he found himself drawn in by the soft sounds of movement. There was a boy in one of the cells, tossing and turning in his bed. Rylan idly paused by the bars to watch. He wasn’t all that interested, truth be told. The boy was young, too young to be on his radar. The hands tucked up near that pillow were small, would feel too undersized in his own. Children’s bones didn’t break with that satisfying snap, they only bent, and the feeling was so hollow. There was just nothing appealing about children. He had no soft spot for them, simply no interest in their destruction. Largely indifferent, he hung idly by the cell, watching the boy thrash.

[atrb=cellspacing,4,bTable][atrb=width,400,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,100%][atrb=vAlign,top] The world is mine for the taking, make me king Tags: Elliot Notes: Team: credits: katya and Lucius/Hippiecut of PRE & BTN

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[elliot]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: solid 20px #002233; border-left: 20px solid #002233; width: 450px, btable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/fuckerwork.png); padding: 10px;] Suddenly, Elliot felt a shiver down his spine. A great, almost overpowering discomfort surrounded him, suffocating him. It felt like he was being watched by someone unfamiliar, and it only made his thrashing and whimpering worse. Eventually, though, it seemed his nightmare had came to an end. The shivering and whimpering hit and abrupt stop, and for a few seconds the boy was eerily still. If not for the slight motions of breathing, it'd be easy to assume he was dead. Then his eyelids slowly started to open. Looking back and forth nervously, he soon found himself looking right at Rylan. It was dark, and he could barely make out the figure's identity, but he knew it was somebody he had never seen before. Sometimes he could hear the sound of a male voice as he slept: was it this man? He figured the man was here for nothing but his harm, and began instinctively shying away from him. There was fear in his eyes, which seemed to quiver slightly from the crying in his dreams. He averted his gaze for the most part, afraid to look directly at this new figure, and as he addressed the man he replied in a low mumble. "W-who are you?" OOC: Now this is happening TAGS: Rylan WORD COUNT:uncaring

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[rylan]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:450px,bTable] but indifference [style=font-size: 15px] The opposite of love is not hate [/style]

And now the boy was awake. He was tempted to just walk on, but the rest of the hallway was silent. He wasn't sure there even were any other prisoners- he hadn't thought to ask. There was the man who'd been locked away, the one trained to the clicker, but Rylan had no interest in him. Not that this boy held any more potential, but the boy was speaking to him. Could be a distraction. "How did you end up here?" It's a casual question, there's not an ounce of concern for the boy's wellbringing, simply curiosity. He ignores the question directed at himself, more interested in sating his desire for a distraction than in holding a true conversation. If Merope finds out he was questioning her prisoners it could be trouble, but what the hell. He'll take the risk.

[atrb=cellspacing,4,bTable][atrb=width,400,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,100%][atrb=vAlign,top] The world is mine for the taking, make me king Tags: Elliot Notes: Team: credits: katya and Lucius/Hippiecut of PRE & BTN

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[elliot]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: solid 20px #002233; border-left: 20px solid #002233; width: 450px, btable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/fuckerwork.png); padding: 10px;] The man looked bored and disinterested, and didn't even answer Elliot's question. But he asked a question in return: how he got here. The boy looked up, sorrow in his eyes as he remembered how he got here. Clearly he didn't want to relive that moment in time, but after a few minutes of silence he finally steeled himself enough to bring it back up. "I w-was just trying to look for my dad, and I f-found one of his friends, and later he called me and t-told me he knew somebody who could help me. S-she didn't help. She d-didn't help at all . . . B-but why would you do this to me, Feliks . . ." His voice sounded completely defeated, as if he could barely bring himself to speak anymore. He sighed sorrowfully, blinking back tears as he sadly slumped against one of the walls of his chamber. One of his Pokeballs could be seen shaking, as if the Pokemon inside really wanted to come out and comfort its trainer. But the boy refused to open it, out of fear of what would happen to the poor thing. In this basement, Merope was Arceus. Or, to be more accurate, Giratina. She could be anywhere, see anything, know whatever she wanted to know. Then she could take advantage of this to punish her victims in every way she wanted, a horrible beast disguised in a sweet mask. Judging by the fear in Elliot's eyes, it was already working. OOC: Now this is happening TAGS: Rylan WORD COUNT:uncaring

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[rylan]

Alright, a sob story. Rylan didn't so much as bat an eye at it. Sympathizing with a prisoner in Merope's basement? Not going to happen. There was a time and a place ,and while he might have been sympathetic had they met under different circumstances... It wasn't happening here.

"Hell if I know," he said with a shrug. To Elliot, this was his life, his safety, his happiness. To Rylan? It was just a boring walk on an unsatisfying evening. "Why don't you ask her?" There was no malice in his voice, but only because he held it back. He liked the idea of Elliot aggravating Merope with questions, but if Merope chose to retaliate? Well, it was no skin off his back. Might be skin off the boy's, though.

He didn't notice the pokeball moving. Luckily, since he would likely have had the sense to talk to Merope about it. Leaving a prisoner with Pokemon.. That seemed terribly unwise.

Since he didn't dare venture further into the basement, and had nothing to do elsewhere, he idly paced in a small circle, but came back to rest in the same spot. He had nothing better to do than talk with Elliot. "So, how long have you been here?"

[elliot]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: solid 20px #002233; border-left: 20px solid #002233; width: 450px, btable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/fuckerwork.png); padding: 10px;] "Ask her? O-oh no, you don't question Merope." Prison hadn't yet fully killed the boy's spirits, but being freshly awoken from a nightmare left him feeing oddly bleak and depressive. "The last time I questioned her, she . . . she . . ." He looked down mournfully, unable to choke out what happened. "Cruella, I'm so sorry . . ." He looked over Rylan, somewhat confused. Between the darkness and his slight nearsidedness, he couldn't make the man's features out too well. "What about you?" he asked, confused. "You don't look like a prisoner. Why are you here?" He shivered a little, both from the cold and from the fear. What was this man doing? Why was he just sitting here, talking to him? Was the man here to hurt him, or just to talk? He continued to scoot further away from Rylan, to the point where he was nearly huddled in one of the corners of the cell. He was pretty obviously rattled by the man, even if he hadn't done anything. Such is the power of suggestion, a la Merope. OOC: Now this is happening TAGS: Rylan WORD COUNT:uncaring

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[rylan]

The last of his questions hadn't been answered. Frustrating. He leaned him, approaching the light, nearing the bars of the cell. "How long have you been here?"

It was unlikely the kid had any useful information, but worth a shot. He was beginning to realize that things weren't going well. That Merope was getting under his skin, that he wasn't getting the recognition he'd expected, the sort of lessons he'd wanted. That he was likely to return home... Not shamefully, but without the glowing commendation he'd hoped for. Might as well salvage something from it.

"I'm not a prisoner," and that was telling, telling information he shouldn't be offering to a prisoner, but it was also repeating something already damn obvious. He was walking around, free and unharmed and unescorted, so it wasn't as though he were a prisoner. The kid himself had said it.

"Who are you?"

Because what the hell was Merope doing with a kid in her dungeons, anyway? What good was he?

[elliot]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: solid 20px #002233; border-left: 20px solid #002233; width: 450px, btable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/fuckerwork.png); padding: 10px;] The man stepped into the light, and looked surprisingly normal. He wasn't a devil in disguise like Merope, he wasn't a hideous monster, he was just . . . some guy. Bored, detached, but overall normal. Immediately Elliot was a bit confused: what was somebody so . . . ordinary doing in a place like this? He wasn't a prisoner, as he confirmed, and he didn't seem too violent or scary. He wasn't like the strange white-haired man who never did much of anything but just screamed of bad news. What could he possibly want with him? "Few days," the boy replied, awkwardly twiddling his thumbs a little. It seemed a little shallow to say, but seeing somebody so normal just made him turn from terrified to confused. "Could've been longer, could've been shorter. There's no clock and I haven't seen light in days, so its getting hard to tell." He could barely work up any struggle or fight, just a quiet, grim acceptance of his fate. He wasn't like his father, a fighter until the end. He was just a small, scared boy. "I-I'm Elliot. Just a kid from Unova. I have no idea what Merope wants with me, or what she wants to do, but . . . i-its scary, and I just want to go home . . . " OOC: Now this is happening TAGS: Rylan WORD COUNT:uncaring

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[rylan]

Rylan was getting bored of the boy, but he was beginning to wonder why he was even here. It didn’t seem he’d done anything to piss off Merope. So much for her “everything for a purpose” bullshit- looked like she’d snagged this boy just for the hell of it. On the off chance there was a reason, however, Rylan was going to get it out of the kid.

“That must have been very frightening,” Rylan’s tone with soft and silky, but there was an undercurrent of something unpleasant in him. He was trying to figure out how to approach this situation, how to get information out of the boy. Leaning in towards the bars in what he thought was a comforting fashion, he asked, “Where is home for you?”

[elliot]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: solid 20px #002233; border-left: 20px solid #002233; width: 450px, btable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/fuckerwork.png); padding: 10px;] "It's just Castelia," he admitted, looking down at the ground. Between the smooth tone in his voice and the fact that he wasn't some hideous monster, Rylan was becoming less terrifying and more . . . there. Literally just another person in the room, not trying to hurt nor help him. Just like in the real world. In a prison where everything revolved around hurting him, it was such a relief to see this. "It wasn't always home, though." Oh, Elliot, you fool! Why can't you ever just leave well enough alone? "We used to live in Hoenn. Dad still does, actually. Why do you ask?" To Elliot, it was just an innocent little question. Who cared where he lived, or when, or why? Castelia was just a city, Hoenn was just a place. Its not like anybody important lived there. Except, you know, his dad. Nox leader, terrorist to some and hero to others. Kind of a big deal. OOC: Now this is happening TAGS: Rylan WORD COUNT:uncaring

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[rylan]

Maybe he'll offer to help. Yes, he'll definitely offer to help even if he doesn't mean a word of it.

"Who's your father?" he's leaning in now, and usually his face curls into a snarl when he gets close. He's not really sure what to do when he's not being looming and intimidating, actually, so he settles for just.... being there. No particular expression, really. He looks almost dopey. "Maybe I can see about reaching out to him- let him know you're here."

[elliot]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: solid 20px #002233; border-left: 20px solid #002233; width: 450px, btable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx133/kyarra_arrayk/fuckerwork.png); padding: 10px;] Elliot should've known better after the nice red-headed man ended up sending him into a prison. Elliot REALLY should've known better after the sweet blonde lady ended up being his word nightmare and torturess. And yet, as soon as Rylan offered to help, Elliot's face lit up like a Christmas tree. God damnit, kid. "I'm not sure if you'd know him or not, since you're from Johto and all that. But his name's Terran." It wasn't Elliot's fault, really. He had no knowledge of the scope of Nox politics. He figured a Nox leader was important to Nox of that region and that was that. Surely the Hoenn papers didn't get all the way to Johto, did they? "How'll you be able to help, though?" he asked, innocent of Rylan's manipulations. He was, however, just loud enough to earn Rylan some odd looks if Merope happened to walk in. "I don't think Merope would like that very much. And she's really scary." OOC: Now this is happening TAGS: Rylan WORD COUNT:uncaring

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[rylan]

Terran.

Rylan doesn't give two shits about Lux. Doesn't care about much aside from the tunnel and the hunger, the anger, the impotence that drives him. But he knows /that/ name, oh yes he does. And now he understands why Merope is keeping this kid here.

"Don't worry about it." He's already plotting. If he can get his hands on Terran, he won't need these lessons. Won't need Merope. Won't need anything to show he's earned a promotion. "I can't stay any longer- it's suspicious. I'll be back."

He turns. He leaves.