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Post by Seven on Nov 3, 2008 17:45:37 GMT -5
The left hand is mysteriously gone.....
And as Rojo is looking for it, a large, heavy, blunt, metal piece suddenly comes down onto the back of his head while he's turned away....
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Post by Rojo on Nov 3, 2008 17:50:45 GMT -5
Rojo half-turns
"Huh?"
WHAM!
He goes down like a Spanish whore (Like my simile XP).
"Ahhh...don't make the purple monkeys come back..."
Then everything goes black.
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Post by Seven on Nov 3, 2008 18:05:12 GMT -5
((*tear* No fun! I'm part Spanish myself!))
Salzar stands in full humanoid form above him. At last he was free of that wench! He might have thanked the English boy, but he was too much of a risk. Surely he'd just revive the girl and send him back to his imprisonment. He grinned maliciously. But he couldn't kill him yet. No, not after the humilation he forced the hand...thing to endure.
And so, when Rojo would wake up, he'd realize he was securely tied down to a chair and gagged.
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Post by Rojo on Nov 3, 2008 18:13:25 GMT -5
((Hmmm...I'm feeling descriptive...))
Slowly, the world came into a half-arsed groggy shape. Though further objects in the room were blurred. Jack realised his glasses had been lost somewhere along his journey to this...wherever he was. A rather shoddy lightbulb swung back and forth a few feet above his head, spreading dim lazy light onto the floor.
Ropes were cutting into his hands and feet, and something was shoved in his gob, forcing his mouth muscles to scream in pain. And he was aware of a painful throb on his head. He tried to yell, but all this produced was a sound similar to a drill underneath fifty pillows.
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Post by Seven on Nov 3, 2008 18:16:05 GMT -5
He could hear a few footsteps coming confidently from behind him. They came closer and closer. "Well well well....what do we have here?" the voice, clearly Salzar's came in it's dark and spiteful tone.
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Post by Rojo on Nov 4, 2008 14:57:43 GMT -5
Jack's eyes widened.
"MMF MMMMF MFF MF MFFFF! MMMMF MMMF MMF MFM MMMM!"
He said.
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Post by Seven on Nov 4, 2008 16:00:54 GMT -5
A dark chuckle came coldly from Salzar's lips. "Come again, I couldn't quite hear you..." he taunted.
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Post by Rojo on Nov 4, 2008 16:10:53 GMT -5
The boy glares at the brick wall in front of him, trying to imagine it has Salzar's face plastered on it.
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