NationStates Jolt Archive

Robert awoke. HE awoke onto a hard stone floor, cold, wet, naked and with a pounding headache. he couldn't rember his name or his age, just that he was here. He tried to stand but couldn't, he was as weak as a kitten.
The room was pitch dark, no light.
He tried to rember how he got here, a party, some party. His 14th birthday party. He'd had to much to drink, he knew that..he had a flicker of a memory of a girl, and going out into na back ally with her, to do... Two men, big men, one with a cludual, he had tried to use the Karate that his dad had taught him for protection, after all his dad was a welthy bisnessman. Well that was one more clue about his past. But he was too drunk to do the Karate and then...
He rubbed his head, their was a lump the size of an appel on it.
He lay for a few minuates, stareing a a red light winking in one corner, his night vision returned and he saw it was a security camra.
The room was bare of all furniture, it had stone walls and a large iron door at one end. It was around 4-5 meter wide, and was square.
He tried to stand again, but couldn't, he felt his bare leg and felt a raised mark, like the sort when you have a TB job, it ached. No wonder he couldn't move.
And the door began to open...

. he couldn't rember his name

Oh ok then...

Robert awoke.

Hmmm :?

. he couldn't rember his name

Oh ok then...

Robert awoke.

Hmmm :?
OOC: I'm giving you his name but he dosn't know/rember his name.

(OOC: Got ya. Sorry))

BUMP

bimp

OOC: OOH! I bagsy the sadistical guy who's torturing him for one reason or another! TG me to tell me what's going on.

OOC: If his rich daddy wants a top quality team to go in after him, he'd do well to contact General Jeff Garand of the Red Dawn Mercenary Army of the Badlands territory.

In otherwords, TG me if you want a goodguy team to go in after him, or a badguy team from one of the many bandit groups in the Badlands to guard his scrawy ass.

BUMP (TG sent.)

BUMP

"Good morning, Robert." Said a polished, English voice, belonging to a beautiful brunette. "Have a nice time at the party last night? Not much of a gentleman, were you? All that alcohol..." She tutted mockingly.

"Look at you, cowering on the floor there. It's no wonder Gareth and Frank managed to deal with you so easily. My, my, my... what would daddy say if he saw you here like this?" She tutted again.

"Good morning, Robert." Said a polished, English voice, belonging to a beautiful brunette. "Have a nice time at the party last night? Not much of a gentleman, were you? All that alcohol..." She tutted mockingly.

"Look at you, cowering on the floor there. It's no wonder Gareth and Frank managed to deal with you so easily. My, my, my... what would daddy say if he saw you here like this?" She tutted again.

"what do you want?" He gasped in a low voice, trying to stand, she kick him in the groin and he groaned and tried to cover them up but she kicked his hands away.
"That will become clear now, I hear your farther tells you a lot of things so where is the C-Cube and how do you work it?"

She slapped him viciously across the face with the back of her hand, before stopping to make sure her hair was still perfect.

"Answer me, Robert, or we'll send you back to daddy... one piece at a time. I'll give you five minutes to refresh your memory."

She left the cell.

At least he knew his name now, Robert. Things where becoming clearer, but he still had no idea what she was talking about, the C-Cube, it rang a bell and he rembered his farther, who was chairman of COM talking about it.
He thought it was some sort of computer but what type, he could of course make it up but...
She came back, the high heel shoes beating a taboo on his brain. She stared at him fo a moment. "Do you have a answer."
"I don't know."
"Listen Robert." Her voice was suddenly kind. "We can do this the hard or easy way. You tell me now and I can give you anything you like, food, drink myself. After all i'm the same age as you arn't I. Or we can do it the hard painful way, and you won't like that, nether will I, though it might be funny to watch you scream under the irons."
"But I don't know."
"Gareth, Frank, come in here. You can beat it out of him or you can burn it out of him or whatever, just find out. And don't kill him, I want him for myself and anyway, we want the rasnom.

At least he knew his name now, Robert. Things where becoming clearer, but he still had no idea what she was talking about, the C-Cube, it rang a bell and he rembered his farther, who was chairman of COM talking about it.
He thought it was some sort of computer but what type, he could of course make it up but...
She came back, the high heel shoes beating a taboo on his brain. She stared at him fo a moment. "Do you have a answer."
"I don't know."
"Listen Robert." Her voice was suddenly kind. "We can do this the hard or easy way. You tell me now and I can give you anything you like, food, drink myself. After all i'm the same age as you arn't I. Or we can do it the hard painful way, and you won't like that, nether will I, though it might be funny to watch you scream under the irons."
"But I don't know."
"Gareth, Frank, come in here. You can beat it out of him or you can burn it out of him or whatever, just find out. And don't kill him, I want him for myself and anyway, we want the rasnom."

BUMP

OOC: I'm not sure I appreciate you using the character I'm supposed to RP. It doesn't leave me much room to actually do anything.

Sorry I won't do it again.

OOC: Thank you. Now I can't really do anything just now, because it's not my character that's doing anything.

OOC: Thank you. Now I can't really do anything just now, because it's not my character that's doing anything.

OOC: Do you want to do the Beating ect bit? I used your caricter to move the story on, I didn't want it to end up a 3 page, 5 month long RP, like last tme I RPed on Nationstates.

OOC: Fine, fine...

IC:

Gareth and Frank came into the cell. Taking one look at them, anyone would think they were half-men half-gorillas. The two put on menacing smiles and approached Robert. Frank cracked his knuckles, before punching Robert across the face. Robert fell to the floor, blood dribbling from his nose and mouth.

Gareth picked him up and punched him in the stomach once, twice, three times, four times...

When the two gorilla men left, Robert was lying on the floor. Bruised, beaten and bleeding.

Robert hurt... He didn't just hurt, he ached all over his body, he tried to rember what they wanted but his mind was blank. He passed out.

"Keep beating him until he starts talking. Start using the electrics if he doesn't start soon. We don't have much time."

"Yes ma'am!"

Robert felt as though he was on fire as the eletric chargers coursed through his body. He writhered in agony at the pain, screaming, it was, he supposed, what hell was like. He wished he could tell them but he just couldn't rember wh=at they wanted.

She stood at the door, a grim smile on her face. She raised her hand and the electricity stopped.

"Why don't you just tell us what we want to know? It'll save you so much pain... can't remember? Then I guess we'll have to refresh your memory."

She raised her hand and the electricity resumed its burning duty.

he gave in, he couldn't stand it any more, he would have to lie. "okay," HE screamed, "i'll tell you."

She made a cutting movement across her throat, and the electricity stopped.

"Good boy! We'll give you some time to recover, then I want to know everything. And I'd better get it, otherwise this..." She waved to the electrical apparatus, "...will look like a walk in the park."

He rested, wondering weather he had done the right thing. "The C-Cube," He started slowly, trying to make up a story, "Is a very small compuiter my farthers been developing, it will render all other technology obsolite."

"What kind of a computer? Industrial, commercial... what?"

If you want to save Robert you need to get....
Ash!!!!!!
http://heatherlloyd.crosswinds.net/horror/evildead-armydarkness/ashwithchain.jpg

"Another kidnapping?" Gabi groned. She streached, and rose from the plush bed she was laying on. Her butler, James, smiled.

"Gabrielle, this is no ordinary kidnapping. The boy's father says the young man in question is in dire danger, and is willing to pay big to rescue him. Apparently, he got a bit sloshed after his birthday party, and went out with a girl."

"James, I told you, guys are all the same." She reached for her silky robe to cover her less than modest pjs, and slid her feet into her slippers. Gabi was only 13, but also a daughter of a wealthy man, who used his money and resources to educate her in the art of combat. She had already saved thirty senetors to date, and was valued in her country as the number one private eye. She pulled her long light brown curls into a messy bun, and tied the silk strings together. "What's the boy's name?"

James handed her a picture, and Gabi studied it carefully. The boy was handsome, and seemed to be valuble. She could tell just by looking at him that he was a bit of a wuss, and would need her protection at all times.

"Robert. That is his name."

Gabi moved to the study, and saw a man who looked just like little Robert paseing by the fireplace. Gabi grabbed her knife from the hoister around her inner thigh and set it on the conference table. The man watched as she sat, then sat himself.

"So, little Robert is missing?" Gabi said, with seemingly little care. Her only need now was information. "For me to retrieve him, I need your full cooperation. And some questions answered. The basics, like do you have any enimies who hate you enough to hurt him? Anyone competeing for your technology? Yes, I think I know you from somewhere. Can't put my finger on it yet, but that's not importaint. Little Robert is."

"Miss Gabrielle Johnson, sir." James added, with a raise of his left eyebrow. "I shall return in a few moments."

Gabi reached to her laptop and opened it, preparing to make notes.

OOC: There needs to be a hero, right? Gabi is 13, 4'11", 98 lbs, long, light-brown curly hair with blonde highlights, green eyes, and a temper. If you don't want me in the RP, let me know. ;)

OOC: MegaBlasterCannon, quit spamming the thread. Post something relevant.

OOC: Agreed, I'll wait for Leilanni to post while I work out the next bit.

OOC: Every hero needs a villan. Marcus Slade usually makes a pretty good one.

IC:

Marcus Slade waited outside of the cell, spinning a .357 magnum round between his fingers. He was dressed simply, with a long-sleeved shirt the color of gunmetal. Black fatigue pants & a black vest rounded out his ensamble. Steel-toed Magnum-brand combat boots allowed him to move with a considerable degree of silence.

A Smith & Wesson 586 revolver with an oversized seven round chamber, 3 inch weighted bull-barrel, and oversized pacmar combat handgrips hung in a right-handed shoulder rig. His belt held six speed loaders, all loaded with match-grade .357 magnum rounds, 230 grains of powder behind a thirty-eight caliber bullet. The belt also held individual rounds, like that of a wild-west era gunfighter.

Slade stood at around 6'0", and weighed around 190 lbs. He was muscular, toned from a combination of prison time & USMC service. His skin was the color of a nice suntan, a product of a questionable union between his white father & black mother. Slade moved with the gait of a streetfighter, quick & precise. The .357 round continued to spin between his gloved fingers as he stood silent guard beside the door...

"Where'd ya shock him?"

He asked the mystery bitch he was working for as she exited the room...

"Ah, Mr. Slade." She looked at him and brushed a rogue hair away from her face. "I'm afraid our client refuses to co-operate still. He has told us the beginning of some useful information, but we haven't got anything worthwhile yet. Be ready to be used at a moments notice. We may need to make Robert think harder."

Gabi looked up at the old man.

"You mean to tell me they are pumping your son for computer information?" she asked. "Why not just give it to them? They could kill him."

"Look Miss Johnson, we have no intention of giving it out. This is why I'm hiring you."

"Fine."

Gabi huffed as she hacked into the mainframe for the city where Robert had been. She pulled up the security cameras and watched as Robert had been pulled into a black car. She wrote down the licence plate number and did a search. It was a rental, paid for in cold hard cash. She smiled, and hacked into the store's security company data files, and watched the person rent the car. They had indeed paid in cash, but an identification card number was clearly visible. She ran the card, and came upon an address. It was an old palace, easy enough to break into. All her work took a total of about fifteen minutes. She looked up at the old man.

"I have a location." she said, standing and putting the knife back in the hoister. "Now you listen to me. I'm going in there to get your boy out. I'm not responsible for what they have done to him or what information he shares. If he is dead, I still expect a payment."

She went to her room, leaving James to deal with the father. My God, no one seems to cover their tracks like they used to ... she thought with a smile. She dressed in black pants and a black tight tank top, showing her figure. She let her curls down. Gabi pulled on some black boots, and a pack she kept ready for resuce missions with all the needed tools. Her last touch was a hooded black cloak. She fastened it with a delicate silver chain. She put the silver heart-shaped locked she was wearing into her shirt. She would die before losing it. It was all she had from her mother.

Gabi pushed a button on her phone.

"James, prepare the chopper."

She gave him the satelite location of a field less than a half of a mile from the castle.

I'll walk from there. By the time we arrive it will be nightfall ...

Gabi reached into her drawer to grab documents. She decided on her French papers, her name now Lady Angeline de Lioncourt. She smiled. Her French accent was perfect, and would help her emmensely.

She boarded the chopper, and landed exactly on time where she planned it. It was just turning to dusk, and she saw the outline of the castle. She ran, and in less than five minutes Gabi was at the window of a large room, empty and seemingly locked. She had to scale the fence to get there, but it hadn't gone to plan like everything else. One of the spikes had cut through her cloak and skin, leaving a bloody scratch. She picked up a rock and smashed two mall planes out, and crawled in ...

OOC: Make it fun. Have them capture her.

OOC2: Sorry if this is a multi. Damned forums.

Gabi looked up at the old man.

"You mean to tell me they are pumping your son for computer information?" she asked. "Why not just give it to them? They could kill him."

"Look Miss Johnson, we have no intention of giving it out. This is why I'm hiring you."

"Fine."

Gabi huffed as she hacked into the mainframe for the city where Robert had been. She pulled up the security cameras and watched as Robert had been pulled into a black car. She wrote down the licence plate number and did a search. It was a rental, paid for in cold hard cash. She smiled, and hacked into the store's security company data files, and watched the person rent the car. They had indeed paid in cash, but an identification card number was clearly visible. She ran the card, and came upon an address. It was an old palace, easy enough to break into. All her work took a total of about fifteen minutes. She looked up at the old man.

"I have a location." she said, standing and putting the knife back in the hoister. "Now you listen to me. I'm going in there to get your boy out. I'm not responsible for what they have done to him or what information he shares. If he is dead, I still expect a payment."

She went to her room, leaving James to deal with the father. My God, no one seems to cover their tracks like they used to ... she thought with a smile. She dressed in black pants and a black tight tank top, showing her figure. She let her curls down. Gabi pulled on some black boots, and a pack she kept ready for resuce missions with all the needed tools. Her last touch was a hooded black cloak. She fastened it with a delicate silver chain. She put the silver heart-shaped locked she was wearing into her shirt. She would die before losing it. It was all she had from her mother.

Gabi pushed a button on her phone.

"James, prepare the chopper."

She gave him the satelite location of a field less than a half of a mile from the castle.

I'll walk from there. By the time we arrive it will be nightfall ...

Gabi reached into her drawer to grab documents. She decided on her French papers, her name now Lady Angeline de Lioncourt. She smiled. Her French accent was perfect, and would help her emmensely.

She boarded the chopper, and landed exactly on time where she planned it. It was just turning to dusk, and she saw the outline of the castle. She ran, and in less than five minutes Gabi was at the window of a large room, empty and seemingly locked. She had to scale the fence to get there, but it hadn't gone to plan like everything else. One of the spikes had cut through her cloak and skin, leaving a bloody scratch. She picked up a rock and smashed two mall planes out, and crawled in ...

OOC: Make it fun. Have them capture her.

OOC2: Sorry if this is a multi. Damned forums.

OOC: Here goes...

IC: "it's a comercial computer okay." Robert told her, "it's around 10cm by 10cm and it a cube, It has a flippable plasma screen, a DVD player, TV, MP3 player, CD player, Minidisk player, net and loads of other stuff. In that one computer, I can't tell you anything more, I don't know any more." He looked up weakly, hoping no more punishment would come his way and that his lie would work.

"I hope you're telling the truth, Robert. I get upset when I'm lied to."

She left the cell to investigate Robert's claims, when Gareth ran up to her.

"Ma'am, we have a situation. The cameras picked up and intruder a few minutes ago. She's inside the house. Looks like a pro."

She turned around and said, "Mr. Slade, it seems the time has come for you to earn your wages. I want her alive."

Robert wondered, if they whood find out he was lying, it all seemed so hard so tireing, he went to sleep on the floor.

"Go for his balls next time. Most of the time you won't even have to use the generator.."

Slade said without looking back, then went down the hall with his weapon drawn. With a flick of his thumb he opened the chamber of his revolver: Seven .357's stared back at him with their eyeless firing pins. A flick of his wrist & the chamber closed.

'Alive... She wants the bitch alive...'

Slade said to himself. As an afterthought, he opened the chamber again, removed the first .357 round & replaced it with a steel-jacketed .38 bullet.
He waited for a moment, listening for the soft footfalls of the intruder. Slade stood concealed in a dark corner, the matte black finish on his revolver offering no glint to compromise his position. Slowly, the intruder passed him. After a moment, he stepped out of his hiding place & placed a swift kick to the back of her knee, followed by a heavy smack across the back of her head with his revolver...

OOC: That work?

OOC: Sounds good to me... it's Leilanni's character, though. So it's up to them.

Um, just a note;

Leilani is how you spell the name in Hawaiian

That's all.

Continue on.

OOC: Just got a TG from Leilanni saying that the Forums where down for her.

I wouldn't like to be Robert if they find out he's lying and use the shockers like Slade would advise. I'll just wait around as their not much for me to do until someone 'vists' robert. Maybe Gabi, could meet Robert?

OOC: I was thinking of putting them in the same cell together. Saves money on... the heating.

OOC: I was thinking of putting them in the same cell together. Saves money on... the heating.
OOC: THat would work well.

OOC: Now we wait for Leilanni...

Yep.