Trust Me RP

Parker
After a couple more blows and no response, Scar was obviously in a foul mood. "Spill already!" Parker stayed quiet. Scar shoved him and the chair toppled backward. Parker, tied to the chair and unable to catch himself, felt his head smack against the floor. Guess that headache isn't going to get better. Scar chortled and pushed the chair upright again. "Not gonna talk, eh? We'll see about that." Scar pulled a sharp knife from his belt and walked closer to Parker. 

Brooklynn
After a pause, Brooke took a deep breath. "You were more responsible than I've ever been," she muttered. "Look, Aline." She bit her lip again. "I'll try my best to get you out of here, okay?"

Auberon
Auberon looked back and fourth between the girl named Aline and Brooke. "We'll? Am I just gonna sit here and do nothing?" he asked a little rougher than he intended. He took a deep breath to relive himself then went onto playing with his chains again. "Nevermind."

Brooklynn
"If you'd like to help, that would be great. Didn't want to drag you into another mess just in case, but..."

Aline 
"Okay." Aline was sure that wasn't a safe thing to do. Besides, she would be let go soon. Right?

Parker
Dang it. Parker winced as the handle of the knife came crashing into his fingers. Several broke with an audible crack. I needed those. "Still nothin'?" Scar sneered, pleased with having made Parker react. He shifted his grip on the knife. "This can do more than break fingers," Scar warned with a low growl, the blade dancing over the skin on Parker's arm but not cutting.

Auberon
Auberon glared at Brookelynn for a minute, although it was unintentional. "Well what am I supposed to do? Get out, go home, and get yelled at for the fivehundredth time? It would be much easier to just 'help' you guys," he said a little snappily.

Brooklynn
Brooklynn closed her eyes for a second. "Then do that," she said, her tone a little tired. 

Auberon
"No." Auberon wasn't sure what he was saying 'no' to, but it sounded like the right answer to help his current anger-driven state. He pondered if deep breaths would help, or just make him more irritated, so he decided on yanking the chains around his other wrist instead. It at least let his anger out somewhat.

Aline
She turned toward Auberon, having not really looked at him since his arrival. "You can get out of the chains?" Aline asked quietly,a tad amazed. She had tried countless times when she first arrived, but at this point had given up. Maybe it wasn't hopeless if they could slip out of the chains and somehow unlock the door. 

Parker
"I'll give you one more chance to say something," Scar growled. The room filled with thick, tense silence. "Ten seconds left. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6..." Scar counted all the way down to zero, and Parker didn't say anything, turning his head away. Scar clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and turned Parker's palm upward. The knife flashed in the light as it cut into the soft skin a couple times. Parker bit his lip, forcing down any reaction. "That's a special mark," Scar sneered, and began untying Parker's bindings that held him to the chair. Were the ten minutes up already? Scar grabbed a fistful of Parker's hair and yanked upward, pulling him painfully from the chair. His hands worked swiftly to tie Parker's hands together and then Parker's unspoken question was answered in the negative as he went tumbling into the brick wall. He still hadn't looked at his palm, and now it was hidden against the other. One had broken fingers, the other sporting a new cut. Parker pressed his broken hand into the cut one in an effort to stop the bleeding. Both palms were now red.

Last edited on 2018-06-05 at 15:02:37 by Oswin

Auberon
Auberon stopped what he was doing and looked over at the girl, producing a dagger from behind him. "I sort of smuggled my dagger in, which helps get the chains undone," he said with a shrug. He doubted he'd be able to keep this up before they found out and came back in, but it was worth the process as of now.

Brooklynn 
Brooklynn leaned against the wall, her eyes closed. It would be her turn soon, she was sure. You didn't just get away with saying no to the gang. 

Aline
Her eyes widened. "They'll take that if they see it," Aline warned.

Parker
Scar scanned the room and found what he had been looking for. A straight object. Parker couldn't tell if it was a stick or made of metal or... Oh. A baseball bat. Classic. Scar picked it up and crossed back to Parker. Parker bent in half when the bat came crashing into his abdomen. The next moment it hit him side-on, sending him sprawling on the floor. 

Outlaw 
She was still silent. He removed the lighter and grabbed a knife. “Still no?” He leered. She was still silent. He jabbed it into her back. She was tense, but didn’t make a sound as he removed it. He grabbed a hammer off the desk, slamming it onto her hand. She continued to not make a sound as she heard several bones crack. Obviously she had fingers broken. He took the knife again and slid it across her throat, leaving a clear cut that blood immediately started to come out of. He undid the bindings that tied her to a chair and forced her to stand before slamming her against the brick wall. She stayed quiet, making no indication it was hurting even though it was. He took the knife again and slammed into her knee on her left leg. It went directly through, and she bit her lip. He glared at her. “Fine. But your gonna keep havin this until you crack” he growled, making sure her hands where bound then shoving her out the door. He knocked on the door to the room Parker was in. 

Auberon
"Ya, I know," Auberon said with a smirk as he put it back into hiding. He stopped playing with his chains for a minute and listened for any signs of people, then looked back at the girl. "You're Aline, right?" Auberon asked softly.

Aline
Aline nodded confirmation.

Parker
The bat crashed into him several times before the knock on the door came. Scar smirked and set it aside, yanking Parker to his feet by the same method he had taken him from the chair. Scar swung the door open and shoved Parker out it. Upon seeing Outlaw, Parker had a sudden urge to punch these people in the face. How could they do that to someone? Scar pushed Parker forward again so that he could exit the room and close the door. He came up alongside the prisoner and grabbed his wrist, turning his hand over and showing the cut to Sly. "I found it appropriate. I just roughed him up a little this time." Scar released Parker's hand. Parker still didn't look down at it, though he was pleased that he had successfully gotten the bleeding to stop. His concern for his own aches wasn't high on his list of priorities as he studied Outlaw's wounds. 

Last edited on 2018-06-05 at 16:08:37 by Oswin