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kore_logs2013-06-02 10:11 pm
burnburnburn) wrote in kore_logs2013-06-02 10:11 pm
Entry tags:
Consequences
Who: Dilandau Albatou and Open
What: The escape plan ended in failure. The humiliation is almost too much to bear
When: Day 77
Where: Various locations about town
Notes: Be warned, Dilandau is in a massively foul mood, though Castiel's beating means he won't be able to physically react like he would usually. Prose or actionspam are fine.
01: House 15 in the morning
Dilandau's sat at the kitchen table, glaring into the cup of water he'd come down to pour as if it were the cause of everything that had happened. The bruises and the broken lip he could see reflected back at him disgusted him.
Like a fool he'd fallen asleep after Castiel's beating and he'd woken up stiff and swollen. He'd barely managed to get into the acceptable minimum of clothing and he'd not bothered yet to put up his hair. The deep bruising on his ribs and back were clearly visible under his brief undershirt.
02: The bar
The pain and humiliation were too much to deal with sober. He forced his armour on despite how it made him hiss and, though he was unsure if he'd be able to swing it, he carried his sword unsheathed. He wanted it to be a warning in case anyone else wanted to add to his bruises.
He entered the bar with his head held high, moving stiffly and scowling as if to challenge anyone who dared get between him and the sour vino he'd hidden behind the bar.
03: The edge of the woods
He regretted walking out this far in his current state by the time he arrived at the edge of the woods, but he couldn't turn back until he'd seen how much damage he'd been allowed to inflict. He'd never been good at not poking at his own wounds.
He leaned against a tree for a long moment to catch his breath before heading into the forest.
What: The escape plan ended in failure. The humiliation is almost too much to bear
When: Day 77
Where: Various locations about town
Notes: Be warned, Dilandau is in a massively foul mood, though Castiel's beating means he won't be able to physically react like he would usually. Prose or actionspam are fine.
01: House 15 in the morning
Dilandau's sat at the kitchen table, glaring into the cup of water he'd come down to pour as if it were the cause of everything that had happened. The bruises and the broken lip he could see reflected back at him disgusted him.
Like a fool he'd fallen asleep after Castiel's beating and he'd woken up stiff and swollen. He'd barely managed to get into the acceptable minimum of clothing and he'd not bothered yet to put up his hair. The deep bruising on his ribs and back were clearly visible under his brief undershirt.
02: The bar
The pain and humiliation were too much to deal with sober. He forced his armour on despite how it made him hiss and, though he was unsure if he'd be able to swing it, he carried his sword unsheathed. He wanted it to be a warning in case anyone else wanted to add to his bruises.
He entered the bar with his head held high, moving stiffly and scowling as if to challenge anyone who dared get between him and the sour vino he'd hidden behind the bar.
03: The edge of the woods
He regretted walking out this far in his current state by the time he arrived at the edge of the woods, but he couldn't turn back until he'd seen how much damage he'd been allowed to inflict. He'd never been good at not poking at his own wounds.
He leaned against a tree for a long moment to catch his breath before heading into the forest.
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"You did not inform me of that, Mr. Albatou, when you requested the explosives from me. You said that you did not intend for people to be hurt, only our captors, and yet you seem to have no regard for those who helped you." She keeps her arms folded tightly across her chest. "I will not be lied to again, and I will not be called names by an overaggressive toddler."
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"Then make me stop, you empty-headed little whore."
His teeth are clenched in pain and anger as he hisses at her.
"If you hadn't been such a bleeding heart I'd have told you the truth. Have you ever been to war? Do you think anyone wins by coddling their soldiers and keeping them from harm? They knew what they were risking when they volunteered and if we'd have escaped it would have been worth it!"
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"Let go of me!" She says loudly, and it's instinct to kick, punch, and headbutt her way out of his grasp. She hears what he hisses at her, and it registers, but she won't think about it until later, when she doesn't feel threatened. If she does manage to wriggle out of his grasp, she stumbles back, away from him, and instinctively opens the first tear she sees. That would be a bunch of barrels with holes in them - nothing dangerous, just something to put between her and Dilandau so that she can run.
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The barrels were just a cap on an already terrible day. He stumbled as they poured out in front of him and fell against a table. By the time he looked around for her it had been long enough for her to have fled.