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Bloody was happy to hear Nikko's voice echo through their prison after having only communicating with grunts and moans for so long. He wasted no time shimmying up the wall behind him - listen, it's hard to stand up with hands tied - and approached Nikko. The red-head leaned forward and pushed his shoulder against his friend's, pinning him against the bars, their faces now mere inches away from each other. Bloody's cheeks were flushed as he leaned in close and put his mouth right up against Nikko's, their noses bumping against each other at first before Bloody angled his head better. His topknot had come loose during the tussle earlier so red strands of hair brushed against Nikko's face but they didn't obscure Bloody's earnest celadon eyes from peering right into his friend's beautiful blues. He stopped abruptly and waited for Nikko to do what he wanted him to do. It was simple, really, but he didn't understand was why his heart was beating so fast all of a sudden.
"Umm actually, too much screaming can change the quality of your voice, your ability to use it how you want to, and even put you at risk for losing your voice's natural sound*," Creek-chan replied, leaning in close to Lucistic, his eyes suddenly burning with curiosity, "Which is funny, you scream all the time and do such a skillful mimic but I don't detect are raspiness to your voice. Is your throat ever sore, like if you scream too long do you feel like you have to cough? Do you lose your voice often? Ya know, maybe I should study vocal pedagogy more as well as acoustics, could be very useful in the long run and is extremely interesting in its own right. So yeah, what you are going to do to those prisoners sounds a lot more fun than playing Minecraft. I'm going to tag along."
Nikko watched as Bloody struggled to his feet and watched as he approached, "Wh-" He didn't get to ask the question feeling himself get pushed up against the bars with an comfortable small grunt escaping his mouth. This was just like the restaurant... Just another meaningless- Bloodyrondo's lips moved closer to his and he could feel Bloody's pale soft face pressing up against his as his heart roared with more strength than it ever should possess. He blushed, but didn't shy away, logic won over reason, he understood what Bloody wanted him to do, but for a small fragile moment, he thought it was something else. But he wasn't going to get closer with the tape over his crush's mouth. Nikko carefully bit onto the tape, slow at first, but once he got a grip he was quick to pull it off.
Nikko spit the tape out looking back at Bloody, but still had a sorry hopeless look in his eyes. He had no confidence they would be able to make it out of here, his mom was one of the strongest people he knew, but even she couldn't escape out of prison. He was going to rot here just like she was destined to.
"Ugh, yeah, I get that a lot, but I take care of myself. I have multiple cold air humidifiers every night, I don't even know how to sleep in silence anymore, then I have to drink yucky tea all the time and to top it off I gotta warm up my voice every day. Some days I know I scream more than talk, just part of the job though," He shrugged, seeming more at ease when they got to the subject of voices. He snapped his fingers in realization at the question and walked into the kitchen before placing a chart on the table. "I really like to get personal with my prisoners and find out what makes them tick so usually I give them a buffet of pain samples. Some people feel more tormented by humiliation then pain and vice versa. I think for them though I'd like this to be a bit quicker. So I think what I'll do is torment Nikko anytime Bloody doesn't comply. Since Nikko's already going to be fed to Innocentia there's no point in mutilating her prey more than necessary. I'll hurt him so bad that he won't be able to do a thing when his friend is taken and then he'll go back to SunClan destroyed. What do you think Senescence?"
"You're the best ~ ♥," Bloody gave Nikko the widest, most honest grin and kissed him on the cheek. It was little more than a peck and over in seconds as he quickly turned around to present the next task at hand. He didn't give himself any time to see the other guy's reaction and maybe that was the point, "Think you can get my hands next? You're clearly better with this kind of stuff than I am. Once you're done, I'll untie you and we can figure out a way out of here before those freaks come back."
Creek looked deeply impressed by the chart Luc had materialized. He pulled up a chair climbed up, sitting on his knees so he could get a better view, "I'm got to hand it to you, Luc, I had no idea you thought things out this far. You sort of struck me as a meathead type." His gray-blue eyes turned to Sen next, he was curious to hear what her answer was. to her brother's question. In learning moments like these Creek tended to quiet down and observe a whole lot more than he talked. He'd never been present during a torture exercise and the last thing he wanted to happen was to be left behind because the torturer thought he was annoying.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 10, 2020 23:32:35 GMT -5
Wherever Moonlit and Berry are, they're fine.
But they weren't the character about to waltz onto the scene, uninvited. Really, it was his place, he may as well be. The typical scuffle with SunCult was nothing new, nor was the loud talking coming from the makeshift prison. Some new crew brought in. Probably be Sen or Luc again. For as much as they defied routine, they fell into one pretty easily. Normally they were always prizes, some sort of betting or blackmail fodder. Which had become boring after the 50th time. Now, a nobody that wouldn't be missed and Funk could try his new medicine on? That'd be fun. A mumbled voice held some promise, though as he casually kicked open the door, dragging a computer chair with him, he was sorely disappointed.
The Nemesis was tall, though spent too much time hunched over to appear it. A mop of wild auburn hair that shone gold in the florescent lights above. Tired green eyes and deep dark bags were hidden behind the black frames of his glasses. Bobby pins of different colors kept his bangs from falling into his face. He wore a sort of embroidered tank, littered with glittery designs that were better suited to an elementary schooler rather than the mob boss. Though must of it was covered by a garish coat, one that was bright and clashed with everything else. Combined with dark blue flannel pajama pants and he looked like a mess, but he was also not the one in the cage.
Spinning the chair around, he sat in it's backwards. Resting his hands on the back, he leaned forward a bit. One hand fiddling with a loose strand of hair, he let out a sigh followed by a dry laugh. "Pretty gay there sport."
