[closed-ish] i'm not scared of myself

[dignity_misery]

When; October 20th - 26th
Rating; T for Torture
Characters; dignity_misery and her victims, their friends, her friends.
Summary; Kidnapping and torturing for fun and profit.
Log;

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i. 20th - 23rd

[dignity_misery]

Instructions: Tell me what you were doing when you were kidnapped.

Re: i. 20th - 23rd -- > in case I'm supposed to choose...the 23rd?

[67chevyimpala]

Dean was going for a run. He could keep fit and check out the lay of the land while he's at it, so it's a win/win situation, right? He was wearing sweatpants, because he doesn't do shorts, socks, runners and a short-sleeved t-shirt, which have a V of sweat, front and back, after the first five miles. He paused to do some stretches and take a moment to have a few sips from his bottle of water. Then he closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. The air was so clean in this place.

[dignity_misery]

He may have seen her, a tall woman with a good figure and long black hair. Another runner in shorts, a tattoo of a snake on one leg, a scarification of a dandelion on another. Difficult to miss truthfully, but even if he had seen her... she hadn't reacted to him in any way at the time. Had simply continued on her way along the path.

He may have seen her, and she had certainly seen him. She had met a 'Dean Winchester' once upon a time, they'd fought each other in an abandoned swimming pool for sport while aliens and robots cheered them on. Carla knows enough about the City not to expect him to be precisely the same man, however... The recognition of his face sparks her interest.

She goes past him without a sign, but doubles back not long after, stalking at a distance until he stopped, already distracted and breathing heavily.

It's a nice rock to the temple that takes him down.

> Late on the 22nd, if that works?

[anunluckypenny]

[Penny is released from the hospital on the twenty-second and the early evening hours find her on her way home to the Welcome Center. She could have left the hospital earlier, honestly, but after everything that led up to Jimmy's death on the thirteenth, she was just feeling... scared. The hospital seemed like the safest place to be.

She's still jumpy. The zombie-things are gone, supposedly, and she hadn't heard anyone talking about monsters today, but fear is a difficult emotion to shake. The City isn't safe, especially not in October, and she doesn't want anyone else to get hurt on her account. Not that she's keen on being maimed or anything. That might be slightly preferable to seeing someone else get his or her throat ripped out, just not by much.

Every movement in the evening shadows makes Penny's pace pick up. She's so busy looking over her shoulder for a pursuer that she neglects to watch for dangers ahead...]

[dignity_misery]

[She may have come to the hospital looking for someone else, if Carla is completely honest with herself. She hated the place these days, hated that one irritating voice that always wanted her to come in and have a check up. Once upon a time she valued her health, but these days it just doesn't matter. She's suspended in an endless deathlessness. It just doesn't matter.]

[Penny probably doesn't notice her, a grumpy looking woman in sunglasses, standing across the street from the hospital as if she's waiting for someone. If her eyes follow the foot traffic in front of the buildings, it isn't obvious behind the shades.]

[She is watching, however... and Penny's nervousness ekes a sharp little smile out of her. Whatever bitterness she felt staring at the hospital erased as she pushes into a walk, following the other woman at a lazy pace. There's nothing there that says she's paying attention to Penny at all, should she look over her shoulder again. Carla has her hands in her pockets, posture relaxed.]

[Carla hands back, a few extra moments, before crossing the street at a jog. Her steps are a little quicker as she follows Penny away from the bustle of the center of town, quicker still when there's a chance to rush the woman, to herd her somewhere out of the open.]

[The knife is very cold and sharp under Penny's chin, Carla's frame radiating heat at her back.]

Be very quiet.

[A sonorous purr that Penny will come to know intimately, but one which requires no real response. The pommel of the knife will thump her sooner or later, and her slack body will be transported home.]

Early on the 22nd good?

[valedictory]

[ Harry had a rough weekend; when some of the citizens were turned to monsters, he found himself the prey of a vampire. Though bitten, he did manage to get away - though not without a broken arm to show for the trouble, fractured near his wrist. There's a cast on that now, a small one on just the forearm and over the wrist, and a bandage covering the bite on his neck.

He was held overnight, released Monday, and the following day he decides to go out and get himself a bit of fresh air. He's still worn down, and though his injuries are beginning to heal, he's certainly weakened by them. Still, a bit of exercise and some time outside are always good for the healing process. ]

[dignity_misery]

[Carla likes broken things, what can she say. His tenacity to work beyond them is... enticing. Something she'd like to see about breaking along with the rest of him.]

[He may have noticed her, at some point. A tall woman with black hair, lazing outside with a bottle of water. She doesn't seem to be paying any attention to him, however, her eyes following the slowly turning leaves still clinging despairingly to the trees in the cold air.]

[For Harry, everything seems quiet and calm until he makes to leave the area. Only then is she up on her feet and quick on his heels, following until there is a chance to push him somewhere out of sight and to loop one strong arm around his neck, already leaning back to pull him off his feet as the pressure increases.]

ii. 20th - 26th

[dignity_misery]

Penny & Harry & Dean
[ Although her captives likely are not imagining as such, it's a nice basement. It hasn't been set up as another living space, but it is finished and it is clean. For now, anyway. That really depends on Carla's moods when dealing with them. Still, while the concrete floor may be a bit chill under bare feet, the temperature is comfortable. There are no deathly smells emanating, nothing beyond fresh paint, as there are no secret corpses bricked into the walls. That was a messy disgusting business and Carla just wants to have fun. Unfortunately for You her pleasure is another's pain. The rigs are simple, but effective. Eyes covered and arms stretched up above the head uncomfortably. A captive may be able to feel the interworking sets of restraints, some that lock with keys, and others wrapped around them. ]

Jimmy
[ This one is upstairs, but truthfully no more comfortable than the others. There is a scent, however: someone's perfume, faint in the room and there's the warmth and brightness of sunshine coming from a nearby window. ]

Instructions: Pick whichever day(s) you want and however far into your torturing you are! Give me a sense of where your character's headspace is at, and Carla will be down to make it worse presently.

Re: ii. 23rd maybe?

[trenchknives]

[There're a couple of things Jimmy thinks he knows -- the first, that he's all alone in the room, except when his tormenter is there, and the second, that his tormenter is, likely, a woman. That strikes him as strange, but then, all of this strikes him as strange, and he can't puzzle it all out, not with his arms stretched over his head and blindfolded like this. Despite his assertions only days before that he wasn't afraid to die, this is something else entirely, and he's not above trying to get out of the situation in any way possible. Which is why, even though he's certain there's no one there, no one listening, he's still trying to get someone's attention.]

Hey, c'mon, let me out, I'll do whatever you want, just... just fuckin' let me go, okay?

[dignity_misery]

[There are no sounds of another person in the room at first, no footsteps and no soft breathing. It makes it all the more obvious when a door is opened, and not long after a window, cold air blowing in.]

> Late on the 22nd and on

[anunluckypenny]

[Existing in a non-stop state of panic is tiring. As such, Penny, who hasn't stopped panicking since being abducted on her way home from the hospital, finds herself slipping into a more subdued and less wearisome sort of fear by the time she has determined that, yes, she is attached to the wall by her arms and, yes, she has been blindfolded. It's like this whole month is conspiring against her. Work stress, vague fear at the beginning of the month escalating to full-scale freaking out by the time the mirror monsters began showing up, Jimmy's throat being ripped out by a crazy person, a zombie invasion...

Okay, so it's not conspiring against her specifically, but it sucks regardless.

She's quiet initially, afraid to draw attention to herself just in case there's something present that's just waiting to attack. But what if she's alone and won't get out unless she catches someone's notice? (What happens if she starves to death or something here? Would she come back in the same place and just keep dying?) As panic threatens to take over again, she decides to compromise.

In a timid whisper:] Hello?

> Late on the 22nd

[valedictory]

[ Harry is doing his best to remain calm. Uncomfortable is far too mild a world, the restraint particularly rough on his injured arm. He's long since stopped railing against it, instead gently testing each individual direction he can move each limb and studying the resistance against it, trying to build a solid understanding and envisioning of his situation. It's more easily said than done, really.

Darkness has never bothered him before, and it's not the factor that disturbs him now. Instead, he uses it to focus his other senses, to stay as calm as possible. It's not easy, but he's been through enough terrible situations that he's able to keep his calm better than most.

And then he hears the whisper - he can even place the voice, heard on the network. ]

Penny?

[ Another captive. He wondered how many there were. ]

22

[dignity_misery]

You're really very meek, aren't you.

[ An answer, perhaps unexpected and probably unwanted, the woman's voice is deep and faintly amused.]

A very easy target.

& On

[dignity_misery]

[ She's been enjoying this one. She makes sad little noises and flinches and has the skin of a redhead, pale and quickly to show marks in bright shades of red. ]

[ Carla's footsteps echoing in the basement make things go quiet and tense. It's never particularly clear whether the woman is merely coming down to talk or to torture, and the pain of their fellow captives echoes worse than her feet on the stairs. ]

[ Light fingers prodding raw wounds gives no particular clues as to whether or not this will escalate, ]

Have you been crying again?

[ Amusement and disdain, like an unsympathetic mother. ]

> the 23rd and onward

[67chevyimpala]

[Dean has a headache the size of Texas, which is pretty damn big. It didn't take him long to figure out he was blindfolded and secured in a place that actually smelled clean. He tried his bonds, of course, but couldn't get free. Shit. He had a moment of panic, wondering if he was in Hell, but the last time he'd been there, he'd been the one doing the torturing -- after thirty years of being tortured. He was assessing how he was attached to the wall and listening for clues about his location when he croaked out...]

Hello? Anybody home?

[His throat was so dry...]

23rd

[anunluckypenny]

[It's nice to hear a familiar voice while being held captive in a basement. Well, for a given definition of nice. It'd be nicer if Penny hadn't heard Dean being secured to the wall.]

Hey, Dean. [Her voice is hoarse and her attempt at levity isn't exactly convincing.] Let me guess... you're not here to do the rescuing thing.

& Onwards

[dignity_misery]

[ She had never known Dean Winchester very well, but she had always known there were demons under his skin. That was why he had answered her call, a very long time ago, looking for someone to play sports with her. She wonders if this one is so different. He's certainly quieter than her other captives, more grim. So she takes him away from them. Perhaps it's merely a strong front to try and comfort the others. There are more than enough rooms in this house, enough for her misdeeds and Fletcher's and anyone else whose voices may have joined Carla's in the basement. ]

[ With her plaything situated upstairs -- suddenly, light seeping in from somewhere, but still nothing to see beneath the blindfold -- she walks around him thoughtfully. The sound of dogs barking comes from somewhere. ]

Have you been enjoying yourself, Dean?

belatedly, 22nd onward.

[valedictory]

[ Of course, as essentially anyone would, Harry panics when he first comes to, hanging restrained in an unfamiliar, dark place. When that first wave subsides, though, his Starfleet training kicks in. It always does, in situations like this or even worse.

He works to calm his nerves, to study the sensory information that is available to him, and to begin to test his restraints. He's not trying to break free of them by force, but rather moving as much as they will allow him to and studying the ways in which they respond to his movements, attempting to identify the mechanisms which are at work here.

He isn't sure he'll find a way out himself, as much as he'd like to do so, but he's not exactly giving up on it either. He doesn't speak at first, just studies the sounds in the room, the feel of the restraints, and the smell and taste of the air. Anything that could tell him something he could use. ]

22

[dignity_misery]

[ She's somewhere nearby, as he tests is restraints. The faint jingle of the rig cover over the two steps she takes to be in arm's reach, her fingers threading into his hair and jerking. ]

Be good, or I might never let you go.

Onward

[dignity_misery]

[ As her footsteps resound in the basement, she calls out airily, ]

I don't hear any singing down there.

iii. 26th

[dignity_misery]

[ One by one, she plucks them from their meathooks and takes them back out into the world, the cold air of an Autumn morning biting at already distressed bodies, underdressed for this. Carla's handling is swift and rough, and she drops them like newborns back to the earth. Now that they are no longer dangling, shoulders screaming, they may have better luck wriggling out of their restraints. ]

Harry: In the labyrinth.
Penny: In the graveyard.
Dean: Edge of the forest.
Jimmy: Behind the church.

Instructions: Carla will wish all of you to 'have a nice day : )' but you're on your own now.

iii. 26th - labyrinth.

[valedictory]

[ Harry does, indeed, manage to writhe free of his restraints, his good hand first - he uses it to pry the coverings from his eyes, blinking back the sudden daylight, and then to desperately work at freeing his injured hand. Even as his eyes begin to adjust, to take in the light that he hasn't seen for days, his disorientation doesn't abate. He gasps in the fresh, open air, glancing around him, and seeing only... corn. No sign of his captor or where she's gone, no indication of which way he should go, or even where he presently is - only tall, dense stalks of corn in each direction, pathways cutting through it that become obscured a short distance away, their eventual directions unclear.

Freed of the last of his restraints, he stands, a bit unsteady, and looks for his device. Can't blame him for trying - though maybe it will find his way back to him, as they seem to do. ]

[candothat]

[Chekov is walking backwards. Not for fun, mind--although there's nothing else to do for fun in a magic, endless corn maze--but to try to determine where, exactly, whatever is interfering with his old-fashioned compass is. He's narrowed it down to a general area and is keeping himself occupied by pacing forward and back, watching the needle spin.

Until his foot hits something and he falls back with an undignified yelp.]

`Tchyo za ga`lima! ...Harry? Harry Kim?

26th - Graveyard (closed to Radu)

[anunluckypenny]

[It's not warm out. Not that the temperature would be Penny's first complaint. Her shoulders hurt so much that the pain has stopped registering; she has various bumps, bruises, and deeper scratches, but nothing immediately life-threatening. Just uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.

And frightened.

The woman may have let her go, but she didn't remove the wrist restraints or the blindfold. Penny doesn't have it in her to struggle with either. This month has been too much and she's just... done. Maybe she'll stay here, just like this, alternately reliving the last few days and watching Jimmy die in front of her over and over and over and over--

Penny curls in on herself. It's cold, she's scared, and there's no use in doing anything.]

iii. 26th - Edge of the forest.

[67chevyimpala]

[He's still blindfolded and his wrists are tied together and damn, but he hurts. And he's tired, so tired. Dean lies on the ground, knowing he should be doing something practical, like getting himself together and finding help or locating a device and contacting... someone.

But it takes a lot of effort to think and his voice is hoarse from screaming, so no sound comes our when he tries to speak. Has anyone noticed that he's been missing? IS anyone looking for him? He doesn't know. He slips back into unconsciousness before he can form another thought.]