http://tonguey.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] tonguey.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2007-10-11 12:32 pm

Log; Ongoing

When; Wednesday, October 10th (sometime during the day)
Rating; PG? The trap wasn't even gory anyway. XD
Characters; Joushima Ken ([livejournal.com profile] tonguey), Nagato Yuki ([livejournal.com profile] soundlesssnow), Rokudou Mukuro ([livejournal.com profile] anantarika)
Summary; Ken is stuck inacan, Yuki won't stand for anything that will interfere with their 'date', and Mukuro is generally couchwhorish in the evening. ♥;;
Log;
... He didn't like the dark. Not to say he was scared of it or anything (he was fourteen! Fourteen-year-old boys didn't get scared of the dark, especially this one), but he didn't like not knowing where he was or how far from home (or what passed for home at the moment), especially with the rank smell of cement clogging up his nose and trapping him in this cramped little cylinder.

Ken had never done well with staying still, and he was already getting pins and needles and hornets up and down his limbs from staying stuck in one spot for something like the past couple of hours (maybe more, considering he'd woken up here).

A restless shift, a pitiful whine before he tried to wriggle himself out of the confinement again and failed. "Hehhhh..." The constant water splashing on his head was irritating, too; he couldn't do anything about anything! He was going to eat whoever did this!

[identity profile] soundlesssnow.livejournal.com 2007-10-13 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
His location had not been difficult to find. Being essentially a computer program herself, working through the computer to locate where he was accessing from was not difficult. It had led her to the entrance to a fairly run-down looking building. There was no reason to hesitate, as she wanted to begin the "date" planned for that day as soon as possible, so she pushed open the rusted door, walking in as the sound of metal scraping against metal signaled her arrival. The door slammed behind her and she quickly surveyed the inside of the building, trying to locate any sign of a person. In the dim flickering light, she could make out all details of the room; it was fairly large and open, but aside from crates stacked near one wall, and a cylindrical structure in the center of the room, there was nothing.

She stood in silence, calculating any possible reason for error in her previous deduction. The only remaining options would perhaps be above the building or somewhere hidden from the boxes. Either way, she didn't care, so long as he was found.