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The halls in the prison were as dark as ever, even with the sun beaming in the sky mere feet away from them. Whoever put the crypt together did it well, light green eyes blinked as they got used to the darkness. It was hardly a surprise for the Nemesis to show up in the prison. Normally, an unlucky prisoner would be dragged back to his lab to be experimented on. But it hasn't happened lately, and the fact that it wasn't made everyone's guards go up the instant he stepped into the room. Sure, a few glared at him, but he rarely paid it any heed. He walked like a king, head held high before he came to a stop in front of one of the cells. "You've been here for an awfully long time, haven't you?" He tilted his head. Most prisoners didn't make it longer than say a week or two. So really, if you lasted longer than that, you may as well have been here forever. The days drag on, and the pain never helps.
A black shape was on the ground on its side, breathing shallow and quiet. At the sound of a cat coming toward him, he slowly slid his head across the floor so it was bent back, allowing him to glimpse the newcomer. Two blue eyes, one bright and one blind, looked at the Nemesis with apprehension. This was yet another sign of Jinx's chronic bad luck. He could hope to die all he wanted but it would just never happen for him. He might even live forever. It absolutely wouldn't surprise him.
The sound of Funk's voice made him shiver. "Yes-" he tried to say, but his mouth was so dry that his voice barely croaked out. He tried again. "Yes." There. It was faint but at least audible.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 29, 2020 20:35:02 GMT -5
Funk's ears twitched, straining to hear him. Though his expression didn't change. They were always the same here, and it was one of the places that somehow quickly bored the Nemesis. Maybe he saw Funk disappear for a minute, maybe not. But when he came back, he was carrying a small cup filled with water. For any other prisoner, he wouldn't have bothered. But this one looked so ill-equipped to move, he took the chance and slipped his head through the door to place the cup on the ground. Rattling chains could be heard from next door. "Go on then. Take a drink. It's a little stagnant but that's about it." The Nemesis purred, not that he expected to be believed.
Jinx tried to not let himself be filled with hope. He tried to push himself to his paws but slipped twice, no, three times. Pathetic, wasn't he. But the allure of the water made him move. Finally he reached the container and stuck his paw in it, yanking it toward him in case someone tried to pull a fast one and take it away at the last minute. He was so scared to lose this opportunity that he didn't smell the water, instead drinking it all up quicker than he probably should of. Jinx began to retch from his stomach being so full of water and he threw out a paw to keep his balance, knocking the cup over and sending it rolling across the cell. His body twitched as he tried to hold in the water and finally the feeling went away, leaving him just a normal level of nauseous. Jinx once again collapsed onto his side, sighing in relief. Please let this be poison. Please let him die now.
In his typical slow voice, he asked, "It wasn't just water, was it?" There was that stupid hope again. Had being in here changed him that much, that he actually felt hopeful for the first time in his life?
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 2, 2020 17:43:27 GMT -5
They really ran them into the ground. No wonder it was better to just grab someone off the side of the road then come here. Funk could bet these guys would only be able to take one test from him before keeling over. It was good he had other ventures to focus on, but now they were being unleashed onto the world.
So Funk's gaze didn't waver even as Jinx struggled, pushing the cup away when it began to roll towards him. Paws reached out to the spilled water, a few managing to grab a few drops while the rest struggled fruitlessly. "If you believe hard enough, it might be." Funk purred, "Ever heard of the placebo effect?"
He rolled his blue eyes up to look at Funk. "There's not much I believe in besides my own misery," he replied, each word crawling from his mouth as slowly as a snail. What a tiring way to live. He wondered where the one who had brought him here had gone. Why couldn't they have just done their job and killed him?
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 4, 2020 22:01:57 GMT -5
"It's rather simple." Funk continued on, all but ignoring what Jinx said. He always was too long-winded when he got on a tangent. "A placebo is something that is presented as a medicine but isn't. But because the people given the placebo believe it to be working, sometimes it ends up curing them. Course, the same could be said for poison. There's the story of a cat, tied up and blindfolded, who was lightly poked on the feet and then heard water dripping. He believed it to be his own blood, and essentially killed himself thinking he was dying. Fascinating how the mind works, no?"
Jinx didn't want to hold his breath but the story was certainly interesting. The black tom remained on the floor but he slightly lifted his head off of it to address Funk. "What would I have to do to get my paws pricked, Nemesis?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 8, 2020 17:50:10 GMT -5
"Not much. But would it still work?" It was just a simple order away from the Nemesis, but now his green eyes twinkled in the dark. "Now that you know the story, would you still be able to tell yourself you're dying?" Of course, just presenting the idea made him curious. But would he consider giving Jinx that honor to satiate it? And maybe to release him from the mortal coil?
He was growing frustrated. It was like philosophy was the current torture method. "For me?" Jinx drawled, plopping his head back down to the floor. "Probably not."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 15, 2020 15:20:07 GMT -5
And like that, another avenue to death was presented to them only to be ripped from their paws. It was cruel, overly so, and the murmurs around him told him so. Not that Funk could stop the purr rumbling across his whole body. It was these kinds of things he lived for, what he kept chasing but put on the side burner. It was a good feeling, to be back to form.
"A shame. Care for a walk? Maybe we can find a hook you can hang yourself from or dogs you can throw yourself into." He was too into the idea, just catching the drop of drool about to drip out of the side of his mouth. "I'd die to see it."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 19, 2020 13:00:49 GMT -5
Funk only needed to cast a glance back at the guards for them to get up and let Jinx out. The Nemesis waited outside, licking a paw and rubbing it over his face. He didn't pay attention to the time passing, but he could feel his patience slipping by the time Jinx and a guard finally came out of the crypt. "Ready? We won't go far."
He winced as he walked, leaning heavily on the guard. Funk's expression when they finally left the crypt made Jinx shudder. He realized that most cats would feel grateful to get out of their cell and see the world again, but knowing that he'd have to go back after this small taste of freedom dampened his spirits even further.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 21, 2020 14:11:24 GMT -5
It was a taste of freedom, a drop of water from the finger of Abraham. To Funk, it was the water he couldn't live without. The kind that flourished his kingdom. Some cats spent the rest of their lives in the crypt, others would be taken over to Funk's lab. Whereat least they could see the world through one of the muddy windows. A glimpse of a world left behind. The Nemesis smiled once Jinx said he was ready, pulling himself to his paws and beginning the slow walk in the yard of the crypt. It was more standing on his part, the guard not even casting a glance his way. "What was life like for you? Before arriving here." He remembered a vague report of someone trespassing and getting caught. Didn't remember who though.
Jinx tried a shrug, but only managed a half-one. "I was in MoonClan. I worshipped the Goddess, and look what good that did me." How much did he care to share with this cat? Honestly, not a whole lot. But the longer he talked, the longer he could taste the air.
"My mother was leader there. My father was from here. I only came to this godforsaken place to follow my family."
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 27, 2020 14:17:50 GMT -5
While they say we can never really understand the God's plan for us, maybe it was some intervention that changed her path for today. She never came close to the crypt usually, rarely needed to as a member of Foreign Affairs. But today the path was blocked. And as she walked through was when she heard a familiar voice. One she hadn't heard in ages. It was only when she approached the sound that she could believe her ears.
Sioux and her siblings came here to meet their father, Lux. He disappeared as soon as they showed up, and the distance between the districts made it feel like she was here on her own. Who would have thought Jinx was right under her nose the whole time. "Jinx!" She called out his name with gusto, charging ahead and slipping by the nemesis to gently touch her nose to her brother's. "You're here... You're, really here."
His eyes lit up as the she-cat ran toward him and touched his nose. God, it felt so good to be treated so lovingly again.
Jinx couldn't believe that finally he had found one of his siblings - or, well, that he had been found. "Sioux!" he said, voice coming out stronger than it had until this point. He coughed at the pressure it put on his throat. "You're okay? You weren't killed?!"
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 5, 2020 0:06:09 GMT -5
Sioux had stopped letting herself wonder. It only led to silent nights rubbing the tears from her eyes. It felt less like they died, more that they were gone on some journey. Maybe to a place she couldn't go now, but Sioux held onto the hope she'd see them again. And just seeing one made her heart sing. "Yes! Yes, I'm okay." She purred, pressing herself a little too hard against him. To where the guard needed to adjust their stance.
Funk watched the sibling reunion with mild interest. It was never this touching when his own finally found him in the League. They were never close to begin with, so this sort of raw emotion was unfamiliar. Even with Fox and Glow, they were honest. But not as over the top. "Guess your yearly luck finally came through."
Jinx matched his purrs to those of his sister, allowing her to press against him. He stumbled for a moment but maintained enough strength to remain standing, barely acknowledging the guard beside him. He licked her cheek, content for the first time in moons and moons.
Funk's comment finally made him raise his eyes. He looked at the Nemesis without interest. The only thing that mattered in this moment was Sioux. "Yearly luck?" he half-joked, face showing exhaustion but finally relief. "Funny to assume I even have that much." Rarely did his personality get to shine through, but having family here again with him settled him. Put him at peace enough to not let his depression take over his emotions. strawberrycupid
