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Thread: Distain2003 ~ A kidnapping romance ~ D.E.666

The sound of his power tools masked the noise of her moving things around. Once he was done he grabbed his phone and called the cleaner telling him he had 3 new cars for him and giving him the models. He sent him photos of all the cars and arranged for the price and the pick up that would take place in 3 days. After that he went outside and got in his car he had looked up the statistics on cars and colors in this city and gotten the most common car in the most common color. It made things easier when he was scouting no one ever thought twice about seeing his car. He drove nearly an half our away to the bad area of town before turning her phone on and sending a text message to her father. 10 million dollars or your daughter dies! No cops or your daughter dies. No tracking devices or your daughter dies. I will contact you in 3 days giving you a date and a time for the money drop. Once he had done that he put the number in his phone and pulled the batter back out of the phone before driving back. He drove back home quickly hoping she had not noticed he was gone yet figuring she had probably thrown a fit in that room trying to get something to hit him with. When he entered the room he brought his pistol from the glove box of his car with him tucked into the back of his pants.
Thread: Distain2003 ~ A kidnapping romance ~ D.E.666

Upon hearing all the noise downstairs stop, Janet slowly stood up and padded over to the window, opening the blinds to watch him with glaring eyes. She watched in silence as he talked on the phone for a while then leave the building. Leaving her all alone in the warehouse. The girl closed the blinds again and moved back over to the desk, making sure that it was pressed flush against the wall and the door so it would be harder to open. Janet sighed again and returned to her place against the opposite wall, sitting down curled up against the wall. Yawning softly, she curled her tail around her leg and her arms around her body before closing her eyes and falling asleep rather quickly. When he returned, she didn't notice and she didn't wake up either, remaining where she was in the corner of the wall and the fileing cabinet.
Thread: Distain2003 ~ A kidnapping romance ~ D.E.666

He moved quickly up the stairs his foot steps echoing threw the warehouse on the steel. Once he was up stairs he went into the first door which was his living quarters once inside he made them some food a burger and some chips placed on a plate. Before he jogged back down stairs she would need something to sleep on. While he was down there he grabbed several large pieces of inch thick foam he could make her a decent bed with that. He lugged it up the stairs and tossed it near the door before going into his living area to grab a 2 blankets and a pillow. Once done he moved to her door and untied it turning the nob and pushing on it. What the hell! The door was not locked but he could not push it open. What did you do to this door?! He screamed getting angry he could not see inside the room the window was to dirty on the out side.
Thread: Distain2003 ~ A kidnapping romance ~ D.E.666

Hearing his scream, Janet woke with a start and she whimpered softly as she opened her eyes and looked around tiredly. The neko climbed to her feet and shuffled over to the large window and opened the blinds, looking outside to see him while rubbing her eyes. Seeing him standing out there, she yawned as she pushed the desk out of the way bit by bit until the door could be opened enough for him to enter. She opened the door and gazed up at him with another soft yawn. She was half asleep still and slowly turned away from him, padding over to the corner once more where she leaned against the cabinet but didn't sit down. Instead she just leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
Thread: Distain2003 ~ A kidnapping romance ~ D.E.666

He moved quickly to her grabbing her his hand twisting in her shirt between her breasts. What the hell did you think you where doing! You push that desk in front of that door again i will stuff you in the trunk of your daddies car you understand me! He snarled angrily he did not like being toyed with especially by someone he was suposta have power over. He snarled and turned from her the pistol visible in his belt as he marched from the room. He grabbed the bundle of foam he was going to use to make her a nice bed and stepped into the room throwing it at her the pillow and blankets falling away as the phone stretched out to its 4 foot by 6 foot with nearly 18 inches thick if stacked on top of each other. He reached out and grabbed the play with her food tossing it onto desk and slamming the door. He was so angry he wanted to scream but he held back and simply tied the door shut again and went back into his room to blow off some steam.
Thread: Distain2003 ~ A kidnapping romance ~ D.E.666

She cried out in shock as he grabbed her shirt and she pushed at his chest as he yelled at her, her eyes wide as she struggled against his hold. L-let me go! she cried out, not liking his closeness nor the way he was holding her shirt. Watching him turn from her, she saw the pistol in his belt, she paled and whimpered softly while tucking herself back away from him within the corner. Each time he threw something at her, she mewed and flinched away from him. The girl finally fell to her knees and softly sobbed after he slammed the door shut behind him. Looking at the food, she turned away from it and moved over to the foam and bedding he had thrown at her. After she moved it around a little, she climbed onto it and curled up while hugging the pillow to her chest as she softly cried. Janet just wanted to go home and forget about all this.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Merlin felt as though he had been anchored to the spot at one point he even told himself that he should look away because staring was impolite, but he found himself encountering immense difficulty when it came to breaking eye contact with the King. He was sure there was a rule about this sort of thing, too, that it could be considered disrespectful - the thought of winding up in the stocks again nearly had Merlin breaking the strange trance he had fallen under, but then - - then Morgana had turned round. A good sight gentler and much kinder than her mentor, Morgana affixed Merlin with her bright-eyed gaze and left the warlock's eyes bouncing between the pair, worry beginning to dig a divet between his eyebrows. And it was when she turned away that Merlin finally managed to do the same he spun to face the opposite wall, not knowing what he was doing, just that focusing elsewhere was the best thing for him right then. Again, he aggressively forced his attentions onto the guests, and for several minutes he managed to immerse himself in his work - of which there was plenty, as Camelot's wealthiest and most influential consistently managed to have no end of complaints and demands - before he caught sight of the king's attendant speaking in low tones to Arthur. There was a long pause, and Merlin was unable to help noticing the way the prince turned to give his father one long, hard look - and then Arthur turned to him, and crooked a beckoning finger. Merlin approached, and leaned down to hear the feather fell into Arthur's face and caused the prince to swat irritably at it. Yes? What is it? Merlin asked, barely able to keep the anxiety from his voice.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Arthur poked the tip of his tongue behind his molars then forward along the bump of teeth, the last remains of a childhood habit that left him puffing out his cheeks in frustration when dealing with his father. Talking back even then had been forbidden, something that he had instilled in him since he could form the word ??no??, but even that tick had earned a sound smack on the side of his head when the king caught him. Ah. Memories. ??The king wishes for you to attend to him tonight.? The way Arthur said it was the same tone of voice he might have used if Uther??s suggestion had been for him to pull on one of Morgana??s more revealing dresses and dance in front of his knights. Damn him. Merlin was almost, almost a friend and his father had ? ??The only night, I wager. Once you manage to wrench his shoulder out of the socket with your clumsy fingers, he??ll regret even having the idea,? he added dismissively. His blonde head turned back to his father??s for a moment, taking in the king. Unevenly colored eyes were moving between Morgana and Merlin, though heavy on the Merlin part and there was the slightest slouch to his father??s shoulders that told him the man was the closest to relaxed he would ever be in public. Looked like he wasn??t the only one enjoying his wake. A dangerous night for Merlin. What had Morgana said to start this sort of game?
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

It wasn't what Merlin had been expecting suddenly he wished he was being sent to the Pillory, because if the order wasn't life-threatening enough, Arthur's tone added to the sheer terror of it. Attend to him? Merlin repeated stupidly he straightened up and glanced around the wide room until his eyes settled on the king's servant, and then he leaned in again, But the king has a personal attendant. Arthur turned only slightly and raised a blonde eyebrow at him, Are you refusing? he asked, and his voice was lined with challenge - and for an instant, Merlin thought, a touch of hope, though he couldn't say why. It was a fair question was he refusing the king's request? Of course, it was only called a request as a matter of phrasing - the truth was that no one in their right mind would actually try to turn it down, on account of the king's tendency to lob off heads and light fire to people on a regular basis. Merlin liked his head where it was, most of the time. Again, Merlin's eyes wandered to the head table, but this time it was only a sparing glance that had him grimacing and looking quickly back to the prince. No? Merlin said finally, and Arthur simply nodded into his wine glass Merlin continued to watch him. Well? Arthur asked. What? Merlin asked, and the prince rolled his eyes dramatically before shoving his goblet out. Fill it.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Uther knew he had lost in some way. The night was winding down, the purpose of the evening??s festivities served. Arthur had presented himself, enjoyed himself and Uther had enjoyed watching his son be alive and well. For most of Camelot??s elite, seeing their prince drinking and laughing at the best of them would be enough to put the whole horrible business of his almost death behind them. The father needed a little more. A distraction. Merlin was either terribly dim or terribly smart. He would figure that out himself, most likely with both him and the boy fully dressed, no matter what Arthur thought the purpose of his request was. After all, while sex was interesting, he was not a young man he knew there were better things to do with partners than simply tumble them. Perhaps that wasn??t age. Uther had always been fond of cat and mouse games. Staring was just the beginning. He hadn??t even needed to send Will away the man knew his wishes like they were the servant??s own. Uther stood in his bedroom later that night, pouring himself a glass of water. Hopefully, Arthur had explained the request in simple enough words that his manservant wouldn??t confuse what was being asked of him and end up mucking the stables. Though, he thought, snorting softly as he picked up the cup, the youth hadn??t been pelted with rotten food lately. It was almost a shame.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Uther was currently going through his second cup of water, knowing that any sort of headache or malaise would turn his mood sour tomorrow, ruining what he considered was a good record with Morgana these last few days. Not that he particularly enjoyed his ward??s ability to make him feel awful with one look, but he had killed her maid??s father on such a weak reason and he had promised to try and avoid such things in the future. After Igraine and Morgana??s own father and his dear friend, Gorlois, had died, there had been precious few willing to keep his temper in check. He was terribly grateful to her, his foster daughter who had managed to grow up into a beautiful and strong woman even under his care, but he couldn??t help feeling a bit like a child when her brow furrowed at him. Kings, he was sure, should not feel browbeaten by their own wards. Nor tricked. He had seen a playful little curving Morgana??s mouth as she spoke with her maid in hushed tones. The two of them, Morgana??s girl attempting to be subtle and Morgana doing no such thing, had cast glances in his direction as he had left, and Uther was so certain that he was playing into some evil scheme of hers that he wanted to go over and shake her till it rattled out. Unfortunately, he had no reason to. This was a game, no matter what, and harmless, he just hated secrets. The two knocks, quick in succession and practically swallowed up by the heavy wood of his door, pulled him out of his never-ending, always-futile attempt to understand the female brain. Uther turned his head over his shoulder to see a thin puff of red slipping into his room ah, Merlin. ??I did,? he said simply, focusing back on his water, back straight and facing the boy. ??I never thanked you for promising to take care of Arthur,? he added, starting simply. Uther was perhaps not the best gift-giver, as his last major present to the boy had been to assign him to his own son and this time it seemed he was rewarding with his own company. He glanced back again, unable to fully ignore those feathers trailing from the boy??s hat. ??Come here, boy,? he said, voice gentler than ??kitten-eating evil?? but much worse than the sort mothers used on their ??special boys??.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Merlin stared. He stared because he was standing opposite to the king, had been in the room for over a minute, and he still had his head in place - and as far as he could tell, the king wasn't preparing to set him on fire either. Though the man's back was facing him and there was a stiffness in his posture, there was no mistaking the words - Uther Pendragon had just thanked him. Suddenly Merlin felt as though the world had been flipped upside-down because everything he knew about the king told him that this sort of thing just wasn't normal - and that made Merlin just a little more paranoid about the whole thing. He was sure that he should respond somehow, that maybe he should tell the king that he lived to serve, or was doing his duty to Camelot - some generic loyal subject statement, but he was unable to get the words out of his suddenly too-tight throat. When Uther peered back at him, a strange, tiny squeaking noise escaped him there was a moment's hesitation, and then his feet began to move him forward as he carefully obeyed the king's surprisingly gentle command. He approached the way one might approach a very large and angry bear - that was to say, with the full expectation that he was about to die a painful, messy death - and seemed suddenly incapable of actually blinking. Merlin told himself this was ridiculous he shouldn't be so nervous, because - because he was a warlock, wasn't he? He could do things . Of course, the consequences of using his magic on the king - he didn't want to think about those, not just because of what it would mean for his own life, but what it would mean for Gaius, who had known what he was from the very beginning, who had been grooming him to become a powerful sorcerer, going as far as providing him with text to do so. He couldn't risk Gaius. He edged as close as he would dare, stopping roughly two feet away from the king, eyes affixed on him and the hat tilting very slightly, feathers drooping forwards and ears sticking out ridiculously.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

It was the feathers that had started this whole mess. Arthur might give him a dirty look for inviting his manservant into his bedroom, but it was the boy??s own fault. Those silly feathers combined with the servant??s own big ears and bright, nervous smile triggered a predator response in Uther, something like dangling a large and exciting mouse in front of a cat. A mouse that was covered in feathers, gold thread and a smile that seemed like it would crack into a look of total horror at any moment. Really, what did Arthur expect? He seemed almost to circle Uther as he came near, footsteps light and hesitant as if he were expecting the king to pull out his sword which was laying on the table, of course, in easy reach Uther might have guards stationed throughout the castle, but it only took a moment??s lapse to see his son on the throne before he was ready and stab him where he stood, gaudy outfit and all. Uther set the goblet down gently, just the slightest sound of plain metal on wood as he turned. ??Oh, come now, boy,? he scoffed, closing his eyes momentarily as his face scrunched up in a look of disbelief. ??I??m not going to eat you.? Not yet, at least. Gloved fingers, his left as always, reached out as he took a lazy step forward. The tips brushed along the drooping feather and Uther had the silliest urge to twist it like girls playing jump rope. The wine. ??This hat is too big for you.? It seemed the damned thing was only hanging on not by a thread but by ears. The king kept his face mostly expressionless as he added, It's fetching, though that wasn't quite the word he thought would apply to a bundle of red fabric and obnoxiously colored plumes.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

His own footsteps seemed remarkably loud in the otherwise silent room, and he could hear the slight shuffle of his shoe's heel every time he brought his right foot forward it made him feel clumsy, knowing that the king would be able to hear every footfall. He might have given the king a wide berth as he came around to him and didn't quite settle in front of him, but rather on an angle like some sort of strategic defense position - though, really, Merlin was painfully aware of the fact that if the king chose to attack him, he would have little actual defense, save for the sort of defense where he ran very, very fast. He had seen the king fight before - twice in fact, once in battle with the black knight, and once while rolling across the plains like an animal, fighting for his life against his potential assassin. It wasn't the sort of position Merlin ever wanted to find himself in, and would do his very best to keep himself out of it. He watched annoyance ghost across the king's face at his hesitancy and Merlin shuffled forward just a little more, unsure of what he was getting into. His eyes watched the king's gloved hand as it rose up towards him and leather-encased fingers touched at one of the longest plumes, his expression disturbingly blank while Merlin's was an openly astonished one. Fetching? Merlin repeated dumbly, because it wasn't exactly what he had thought when he had first seen the thing even after wearing it twice, he couldn't bring himself to associate that particular word with the glengarry. The only real possibility was that the king was having a laugh, so Merlin's brittle smile remained firmly in place, The prince has unique taste, my lord. Merlin ventured, twisting at his own sleeve before adding with a touch of dryness, And an unparalleled sense of humour.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

If one had only seen Merlin??s face, his wide eyed look of surprise and the slightly opened mouth, they might have assumed that Uther had suddenly turned into a pile of robed kittens or a blathering idiot, whichever was more absurd. One thin eyebrow arched as the boy parroted him, frightening him with the idea that the boy was just as stupid as he appeared to be most of the time and those moments of intelligence were accidental, that he kept his eyes level with the king??s because he was too dim to do anything else. Because the boy was still looking at him, with those lovely blue eyes wide in his young face. It would be a shame if the boy was simply an idiot, because he liked to think that there was a bright light of intelligence sparking around in those eyes, not the frantic desperation of a complete fool. ??Yes, that he does,? Uther agreed, favouring the boy with an honest smile in an attempt to make him spontaneously combust from nerves. Stupid or not, he could still have his fun. He pressed the tip of the feather along distinct and high cheekbones, reminded of his earlier musings on the boy??s looks. Pretty in pieces, just the presentation as a whole was lacking. ??I??m afraid it is his mother??s.? There was the ghost of pain in his heart, like the twinge of pain from his shoulder when the weather got too cold, at the mention of Arthur??s mother, but the outfit was something Igraine would have approved of. Feathers, bright colors and a squirming child of course, it would have been her own or maybe her king if she could bully him into such things in private. Uther didn??t want to think about how sadly easy it would have been for her to do such. He had been unable to deny her nothing. Instead, he stepped back, taking the hat with him. ??Tend to the fire,? he said with nary a ??please?? in earshot, examining the stolen hat thoughtfully. It had been a matter of safety, to remove the thing before Merlin started his work. The last thing he wanted was for the delightful thing to go up in flames. Oh, and Merlin, too. That would be bad.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

The king was smiling at him. Merlin's eyes went slightly glazed at the concept as a rule, the king didn't smile at much of anyone, for any reason. Even during the times where the king should by all rights be happy, he tended not to smile - instead, he kept the same hard expression, kept the same stiff posture, and spoke in the same dry, indifferent tone. It was only in private, it seemed, that the king allowed himself to be human, save for the moment he had broken down in the town square with his dying son in his arms. That was an image Merlin wouldn't easily forget, because it had broken his already too-tender heart. Though, Merlin decided, perhaps he simply wasn't observing closely enough - the king's mention of his late wife had come with a slight creasing at the corners of his eyes, a movement that deepened the lines there and made him look just a little bit older. The king stepped away from him, dragging the hat along, and Merlin stood there for a moment looking stunned, his dark hair sticking up at strange angles after being mussed by the action then, when the order finally got through to him he moved to the fireplace and knelt at the hearth, down on one knee with the other long, gangly leg bent off to the side, only adding to the appearance of some bizarre and gawky crimson bird. The fire was lit, Merlin simply added to the tinder to make sure it stayed that way as he gazed into the flames and watched them grow, there came a distant whisper. Merlin. And it was so sudden that he jerked his head up and nearly connected it with the hearthstone, but steadied himself. Merlin. The dragon couldn't have picked a worse time Merlin did his best to put his mind back on where he was, but since he was in the same room as the king, that provided him with little comfort. Words slipped from him in an attempt to distract himself, and he didn't think about why he was saying them She must have been quite young, sire - you as well. he said.