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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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Less so when he acted high and mighty and that Caim was nothing short of a murderer. But to be fair, any eyes on the outside would have agreed with him. So he was less annoyed and more amused that his immediate companion was so intensely naive and sheltered that his mind was not more willing to conjure up more theories as to why a man killed another.
I believe I told you. I simply did not say what you wanted to hear. You expect an answer on a silver platter, rather than choosing to find the realism in yourself in combination with what I choose to tell you.
Caim shook his head before he continued, I have nothing to hide, Wright. But whether you 'approve' or 'enjoy' my responses to your questions is not a part of my responsibility as a man. You want honesty, I assume. I grant you that. It is your ultimate decision as to how you perceive it and what you choose to do with the knowledge you have been given.
There was yet another pause and Caim briefly wondered if suddenly he was to be writing books. The whole situation was absolutely maddening. Will you condemn a man who has lived a different life than you because you are incapable of imagining what it must be like? I am unsure what to tell a man who has not lived his life on an everlasting battlefield, fighting for survival to the next day.
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No matter how Caim put it, Phoenix really wouldn't be able to find a good reason for this kind of action. He was a lawyer, one who only defended truly innocent people. He could never defend a man like Caim, unless he was being tried for a different crime that he did not commit, such as larceny. (Though who knows; maybe Caim was a thief as well.) But this wasn't an issue of defense. This was an issue of a murderer who killed innocent people.
"Put yourself in the victims' shoes, Mr. Caim," Phoenix said calmly. "That's all I ask at the moment."
Think of Mac. Think of the bartender. Think of the man found in the dumpster. Think of all those people, who probably did nothing wrong.
With that, he turned to walk away, clearly knowing that he couldn't get anything more out of Caim at the moment. Honestly, dealing with this kind of man disgusted Phoenix at the moment. Phoenix may have been a black and white man, but when it came to murder, there really wasn't much of a gray area, as far as he was concerned.
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He had fought for his survival for he had a reason to live. And with that form of mindset, he could only assume that someone who so easily fell against him didn't have the same kind of passion and zest for life that he had. But how was he to explain that to someone else? He couldn't. And even in written speech he was certain he wouldn't be able to find the words to properly convey his thoughts.
He watched Phoenix turn away, made no move to stop the former attorney, and instead, took his words to nibble upon. Perhaps when he was finally freed he'd have a better idea of what it was Phoenix expected out of him. Aside from a black and white perspective that simply just didn't exist.