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smash_logs2012-02-10 08:46 pm
loverofinnocence) wrote in smash_logs2012-02-10 08:46 pm
[Open Log] - Animosity in Captivity
Who: Caim, Majima, Ai, Samus, Angelus, and everyone else interested in meeting the famed murderer and beating him up
When: Sometime after Majima's entry right here; (Likely from 2/10 and onward. Until Caim's released. If he's ever released.)
What: The mass murderer of the town and the academy has been caught and caged. Like Majima said, however, don't expect him to be a real talkative guy.Ha. Ha.
Where: The security team's holding cells. That's right. They have holding cells.
Warnings: ......? To be determined.
[This is probably fairly accurate. Feel free to take some liberties. Considering he's mute, they probably gave him a tiny desk to write shit on or something.]
They had caught him. He had been the animal. He had been the one hunted down, lured into the trap, and taken it down. And Caim had known it would be a trap. There was no other way it could have been anything else. The whole situation was a bit of a sore subject with the prince, who was looking progressively shaggier without a way to preen himself. But perhaps physical appearance wasn't something constantly on his mind - and not when he was enduring the punishment for his actions.
The confrontation had ended in a surprising lack of bloodshed on both sides. Where a sword should have been, he'd been imprisoned in a crystal and moved from that point on by the convenience of a magic he was not adept in. Caim still didn't quite understand how any of it had come about. It had, however, and even with the confusion that racked his brain, it was a moment in the past and not one he had the power to go back in time in change. For if he'd had the power to go back and change one thing, it wouldn't have been that moment he wanted to visit anyway.
The security team had moved him into a holding cell and made sure that it was secure. He was crafty, undoubtedly, but not even Caim's maddening wit would be enough to lend him an escape from the Hell that he'd practically stabbed himself into. Their kindnesses were few and far between. He ate what they brought him, made no fuss - not that he could have - and went without food when he refused to answer their inquiries.
His mind was elsewhere, he thought. It wasn't in that cell with him. It kept going back and replaying his actions and reactions. It became an obsessive little game. And then it progressed to the repeats and the nightmares that plagued him from his homeland. The ever scorning remarks of Verdelet. The quiet assurances of his sister. The pleading tones of Leonard. And the sickening laughter that escaped Arioch. All of this... It had really been nothing short of a repeat. Two entirely different worlds, and yet a waltz of history that the man could not escape from.
He had a desk. Just one. Not even a desk, really. More like a table and it was only for the sake so he might have something to write on. But he'd had more intent to simply sit in the chair at it and stare outside, watching various members of security walk back and forth occasionally as they performed their patrols. For all he really knew, he would simply starve to death or be in there for the remainder of his life.
What kind of life could be had for a man who had already lost everything, though?
And then I realised I should do some famous Mako notes.
OoC Notes:
♔ Contrary to however you may wish it, security is probably not going to let you beat him up. After all, getting your hands on him means he's either out of his cell, or you're in it. And chances are if you're in it, you'll be the dead one.
♔ Please tag yourselves in. Some characters are coming together. Talk that out amongst each other if necessary.
♔ If you have any questions, feel free to let me know and I'll do what I can to help clarify.
♔ Have fun! ♥
When: Sometime after Majima's entry right here; (Likely from 2/10 and onward. Until Caim's released. If he's ever released.)
What: The mass murderer of the town and the academy has been caught and caged. Like Majima said, however, don't expect him to be a real talkative guy.
Where: The security team's holding cells. That's right. They have holding cells.
Warnings: ......? To be determined.
[This is probably fairly accurate. Feel free to take some liberties. Considering he's mute, they probably gave him a tiny desk to write shit on or something.]
They had caught him. He had been the animal. He had been the one hunted down, lured into the trap, and taken it down. And Caim had known it would be a trap. There was no other way it could have been anything else. The whole situation was a bit of a sore subject with the prince, who was looking progressively shaggier without a way to preen himself. But perhaps physical appearance wasn't something constantly on his mind - and not when he was enduring the punishment for his actions.
The confrontation had ended in a surprising lack of bloodshed on both sides. Where a sword should have been, he'd been imprisoned in a crystal and moved from that point on by the convenience of a magic he was not adept in. Caim still didn't quite understand how any of it had come about. It had, however, and even with the confusion that racked his brain, it was a moment in the past and not one he had the power to go back in time in change. For if he'd had the power to go back and change one thing, it wouldn't have been that moment he wanted to visit anyway.
The security team had moved him into a holding cell and made sure that it was secure. He was crafty, undoubtedly, but not even Caim's maddening wit would be enough to lend him an escape from the Hell that he'd practically stabbed himself into. Their kindnesses were few and far between. He ate what they brought him, made no fuss - not that he could have - and went without food when he refused to answer their inquiries.
His mind was elsewhere, he thought. It wasn't in that cell with him. It kept going back and replaying his actions and reactions. It became an obsessive little game. And then it progressed to the repeats and the nightmares that plagued him from his homeland. The ever scorning remarks of Verdelet. The quiet assurances of his sister. The pleading tones of Leonard. And the sickening laughter that escaped Arioch. All of this... It had really been nothing short of a repeat. Two entirely different worlds, and yet a waltz of history that the man could not escape from.
He had a desk. Just one. Not even a desk, really. More like a table and it was only for the sake so he might have something to write on. But he'd had more intent to simply sit in the chair at it and stare outside, watching various members of security walk back and forth occasionally as they performed their patrols. For all he really knew, he would simply starve to death or be in there for the remainder of his life.
What kind of life could be had for a man who had already lost everything, though?
OoC Notes:
♔ Contrary to however you may wish it, security is probably not going to let you beat him up. After all, getting your hands on him means he's either out of his cell, or you're in it. And chances are if you're in it, you'll be the dead one.
♔ Please tag yourselves in. Some characters are coming together. Talk that out amongst each other if necessary.
♔ If you have any questions, feel free to let me know and I'll do what I can to help clarify.
♔ Have fun! ♥
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The hedgehog arrived to the cell, trying to put his poker face on. If anything, his uncertainty probably showed up on his face. He stood there quietly as he gazed at the human, trying to see whether he could come up with an answer on his own.
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But that was neither here nor there, and the chances of anyone putting that together was highly unlikely. Including Silver, who Caim had remembered from the confrontation. But unlike Majima, Ganondorf, and a couple of the others, the hedgehog was not one who'd actually lifted anything against him. Consequently, Caim held little to no animosity toward him.
Instead, he raised an eyebrow and after a moment's writings, he offered his writing pad forward. It is intriguing to see you here. What is it?
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"...I'm lost." Silver replied, still unsure whether he should speak all of his thoughts. "Lost of how I should look at people."
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That was a good way to phrase it, Caim thought. To some varying degree, they were all lost. He was, as well. Lost as to what he felt, why he felt it, how he was to proceed, and so on and so forth. But he envied Silver a little considering that the hedgehog could voice his concerns while Caim was sentenced to a lack of colloquial speech for the rest of his days.
His head tipped ever so slightly and he shifted.
Perception is both narrow and wide, a differing one given to each set of eyes. And each has its own definition of what is 'right' and 'wrong'.
He paused momentarily before continuing. It must have been jarring for you. Neither he nor I were in the right. And as far as Caim was concerned, judging by how well Majima understood him, there wasn't such a thing as a lesser of two evils present either.