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Darko's Story
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madyson0915
Lord of Altera
I do!!! Please!
bettemus99
Roleplay keeper
Go for it OwO
Darko
Lord of Altera
You guys asked for it, it not much, but I have more coming
Out on the streets the noise and commotion drowned out any sound, and Darko despised it. The noise didn’t let Darko hear anyone coming near him. He spotted two Iris members talking to a stall vendor. The vendor paused for a moment, then pointed to where Darko had been standing. But he wasn’t standing there anymore. As soon as he noticed the Iris, he pulled up his cloak and started to blend in with the crowd. It was easy to move unnoticed around the people, he was small for his age, so the Iris members would trouble spotting him. Iris were much older than other gangs, mostly because of their advanced experience. If he could stay in the crowd long enough, he would be able to get to the warehouse before he was spotted. He glanced to where the Iris were and saw nothing. A scan around the direct area didn’t show him anyone either. What did Azral say about this....
“Now Darko, crowds are a great place to hide, especially with your size. But they are a mixed blessing, they may hide you from sight, but if you are noticed, it will be the death of you. You won’t be able to hear anyone approaching, and because you’re small, pushing through will be hard. Keep your head up in crowds, but down at the same time, check to all sides every 30 seconds, but do it in a way that won’t bring attention to you. And keep moving. Never stop still in a crowd, that’s a great way to be seen. Just go with the flow. Got it?”
“I think.... Get in crowds to sneak out of trouble, and check your sides.”
“Every?”
“Uhh... 30 seconds”
“Right, so let’s go practice it”
Back to the present.
Darko turned in a 360, pretending to fix something on his cloak. What he saw was not good. Not good at all. Iris, at least 5 of them, were scanning the crowd from within, and one had noticed him. Darko tucked his head in and moved away from the nearest Iris. He was sure he had been spotted by now, best thing was to get out of the crowd and try to lose them in the alleys. Pushing through the crowd was tough, as Azral had said. As he was shoving past a surly man he recognized as the illegal animal poacher and trader, the man looked down at Darko and swore at him. and elbowed him back in the gut. The butcher packed a serious punch, and the wind was knocked out of him. Darko tried to shove it off, but it took time to get his air back. He stood still. Then everything went black.
Out on the streets the noise and commotion drowned out any sound, and Darko despised it. The noise didn’t let Darko hear anyone coming near him. He spotted two Iris members talking to a stall vendor. The vendor paused for a moment, then pointed to where Darko had been standing. But he wasn’t standing there anymore. As soon as he noticed the Iris, he pulled up his cloak and started to blend in with the crowd. It was easy to move unnoticed around the people, he was small for his age, so the Iris members would trouble spotting him. Iris were much older than other gangs, mostly because of their advanced experience. If he could stay in the crowd long enough, he would be able to get to the warehouse before he was spotted. He glanced to where the Iris were and saw nothing. A scan around the direct area didn’t show him anyone either. What did Azral say about this....
“Now Darko, crowds are a great place to hide, especially with your size. But they are a mixed blessing, they may hide you from sight, but if you are noticed, it will be the death of you. You won’t be able to hear anyone approaching, and because you’re small, pushing through will be hard. Keep your head up in crowds, but down at the same time, check to all sides every 30 seconds, but do it in a way that won’t bring attention to you. And keep moving. Never stop still in a crowd, that’s a great way to be seen. Just go with the flow. Got it?”
“I think.... Get in crowds to sneak out of trouble, and check your sides.”
“Every?”
“Uhh... 30 seconds”
“Right, so let’s go practice it”
Back to the present.
Darko turned in a 360, pretending to fix something on his cloak. What he saw was not good. Not good at all. Iris, at least 5 of them, were scanning the crowd from within, and one had noticed him. Darko tucked his head in and moved away from the nearest Iris. He was sure he had been spotted by now, best thing was to get out of the crowd and try to lose them in the alleys. Pushing through the crowd was tough, as Azral had said. As he was shoving past a surly man he recognized as the illegal animal poacher and trader, the man looked down at Darko and swore at him. and elbowed him back in the gut. The butcher packed a serious punch, and the wind was knocked out of him. Darko tried to shove it off, but it took time to get his air back. He stood still. Then everything went black.
bettemus99
Roleplay keeper
OwO good thing to read befor you got o school..
Darko
Lord of Altera
Darko opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. It was dark, almost as dark as it had been when his eyes were closed. his hands were bound behind his back with sturdy rope, no slipping out of those. The room felt small, he could see the outline of a metal door to the left of him, the light must have been coming from a space between it, and the ground, because there were no lanterns. Dako couldn’t feel his knife in either of his pockets, and his cloak hood was missing. His chair was bolted to the ground, but it had obviously worn down over time, because the bolts were all rusty, and two of them were loose. Darko tried to take comfort in the silence in the room, but not being able to move got to him. He figured he would sit it out, see what came.
An hour and a half later, the heavy door opened, and Darko sat up attentively. The figure who entered was younger than the Iris he had seen at The Crevasse. He/She looked about Darko’s age, it was too dark to make out what sex they were. The figure closed the door, and lit a lantern that (now that Darko could see) she was carrying. She was good looking, Darko never really cared about girls the way Jack -or anyone for that matter- did, but he could tell she would be popular with the boys. She smiled at Darko, and talked to him in a sweet, singsong voice
“Well hello! Glad to see mister murder pants is awake! I’m Sera, I’ll be your torturer for today.”
Darko tried to tell who she worked for by her clothes, but then he smelled the air that entered through the door. Salt air. He was by the sea... Which meant, he was in a rafter prison.
An hour and a half later, the heavy door opened, and Darko sat up attentively. The figure who entered was younger than the Iris he had seen at The Crevasse. He/She looked about Darko’s age, it was too dark to make out what sex they were. The figure closed the door, and lit a lantern that (now that Darko could see) she was carrying. She was good looking, Darko never really cared about girls the way Jack -or anyone for that matter- did, but he could tell she would be popular with the boys. She smiled at Darko, and talked to him in a sweet, singsong voice
“Well hello! Glad to see mister murder pants is awake! I’m Sera, I’ll be your torturer for today.”
Darko tried to tell who she worked for by her clothes, but then he smelled the air that entered through the door. Salt air. He was by the sea... Which meant, he was in a rafter prison.
bettemus99
Roleplay keeper
*Small fangirly scream* Iiiiiiih.... Sweet! I really love her attitude,
bettemus99
Roleplay keeper
Do it. Also...
As the wise Itzza always says: MORE NAOW!
As the wise Itzza always says: MORE NAOW!
Darko
Lord of Altera
WARNING: LANGUAGE
He’d heard the stories, everyone in Port Silver had. Rafters had forms of torture so horrible, that the only people who survived the episode left the prison with three new mental disorders. Most committed suicide soon after the encounter.
“What the hell do you want rafter?” Darko spat at the girl
“Well they told me you were mean, but not this mean! I told you my name, I would like you to use it.”
“Fine... Sera, why do you have me here, I was being chased by Iris, you have no reason to work with them” Darko said, holding back screaming at her happy attitude. Sera brushed some of her long brown hair out of her eyes.
“Yes, those were Iris, but that doesn’t mean others aren't also looking for you. You’ve racked up a pretty big bounty. We’d figure we’d take you, and sell you to the Iris... After we rough you up a little...” Sera giggled and smacked Darko hard in the face. Darko grunted through the pain.
“That’s it? A punch?” Darko taunted.
Sera frowned and walked over to the corner of the room, and picked up a large bucket full of tools. She hummed a tune as she picked out what looked like a soaking wet rag, and a 2x4. Sera walked over to Darko and wrapped the wet towel around his head. Darko prepared for the worst. She unhinged something on his chair, and he fell onto his back. What was going to happen to him, Darko had no idea.
Sera slowly started to pour the water from the bucket onto Darko’s face. Darko’s muffled screams were as loud as they can be. He felt as though he was drowning, and it hurt. He felt his lungs drying out, almost as if they were cracking. Darko started to shake violently in the chair from the pain. He had no idea how long it lasted, but one moment later, it had stopped. Darko gasped for air, only to be smacked in the jaw by the 2x4. The force of the impact knocked one of the bolts loose, and before Sera could react, Darko twisted around even more, and the last screw snapped.
“Oh shi-” Sera started before Darko stood up and smashed her into the wall with the chair, pinning her behind the legs.
“Untie me...” Darko grunted
“No f**king way!” Sera yelled
“Untie me or I break your f**king ribs” As Darko said this he pushed the chair harder into her chest.
“Fine!!” Darko released a bit of force, and Sera untied the chair. As soon as the bonds came undone, Darko rolled over to the bucket of tools and picked out a rather scary looking long needle weapon. Sera muttered under her breath.
“You’re getting me out of here” Darko demanded.
“Hell no, first you almost kill me and now you want me to escort you out?” Sera exclaimed as she tried to run to the door.
“Did I seem like I was asking?” Darko lunged at Sera, and grabbed her, pushing the needle against her neck, dribbling a little bit of blood.
“Where are my items...” Darko whispered in her ear
“In the corner” She muttered back.
He’d heard the stories, everyone in Port Silver had. Rafters had forms of torture so horrible, that the only people who survived the episode left the prison with three new mental disorders. Most committed suicide soon after the encounter.
“What the hell do you want rafter?” Darko spat at the girl
“Well they told me you were mean, but not this mean! I told you my name, I would like you to use it.”
“Fine... Sera, why do you have me here, I was being chased by Iris, you have no reason to work with them” Darko said, holding back screaming at her happy attitude. Sera brushed some of her long brown hair out of her eyes.
“Yes, those were Iris, but that doesn’t mean others aren't also looking for you. You’ve racked up a pretty big bounty. We’d figure we’d take you, and sell you to the Iris... After we rough you up a little...” Sera giggled and smacked Darko hard in the face. Darko grunted through the pain.
“That’s it? A punch?” Darko taunted.
Sera frowned and walked over to the corner of the room, and picked up a large bucket full of tools. She hummed a tune as she picked out what looked like a soaking wet rag, and a 2x4. Sera walked over to Darko and wrapped the wet towel around his head. Darko prepared for the worst. She unhinged something on his chair, and he fell onto his back. What was going to happen to him, Darko had no idea.
Sera slowly started to pour the water from the bucket onto Darko’s face. Darko’s muffled screams were as loud as they can be. He felt as though he was drowning, and it hurt. He felt his lungs drying out, almost as if they were cracking. Darko started to shake violently in the chair from the pain. He had no idea how long it lasted, but one moment later, it had stopped. Darko gasped for air, only to be smacked in the jaw by the 2x4. The force of the impact knocked one of the bolts loose, and before Sera could react, Darko twisted around even more, and the last screw snapped.
“Oh shi-” Sera started before Darko stood up and smashed her into the wall with the chair, pinning her behind the legs.
“Untie me...” Darko grunted
“No f**king way!” Sera yelled
“Untie me or I break your f**king ribs” As Darko said this he pushed the chair harder into her chest.
“Fine!!” Darko released a bit of force, and Sera untied the chair. As soon as the bonds came undone, Darko rolled over to the bucket of tools and picked out a rather scary looking long needle weapon. Sera muttered under her breath.
“You’re getting me out of here” Darko demanded.
“Hell no, first you almost kill me and now you want me to escort you out?” Sera exclaimed as she tried to run to the door.
“Did I seem like I was asking?” Darko lunged at Sera, and grabbed her, pushing the needle against her neck, dribbling a little bit of blood.
“Where are my items...” Darko whispered in her ear
“In the corner” She muttered back.
bettemus99
Roleplay keeper
;-; Scary but awesooome...
bettemus99
Roleplay keeper
MOAR!
Darko
Lord of Altera
Darko walked to the corner, keeping his arm around her neck and the needle weapon poking her. He wriggled his foot under his knife and kicked it up, dropping the needle and grabbing the knife in the same motion. He let go of her neck, but kept the knife pressed against it, and put on his hood. Without a word he moved to the door.
He opened the door a crack, and peered out. Clear. He walked out of the torture room and shut the door. He was in a hallway now, stairs leading up on one end, and a turn on the other end. “Which way out?” Darko asked Sera.
“Up the stairs.... I still don’t believe you think you can just walk out of here”
“Oh that’s exactly what I plan on doing” Darko said back as he slowly made his way up the stairs, which is a bit more difficult than usual with a hostage in hand. At the top of the staircase were three kids sitting around a table, they looked like they were younger than Darko. Two girls (who were obviously whores for the more perverse people in the city, based on the way they were dressed) and a boy. The boy immediately stood up as he saw them enter. “Drop her!” He yelled at Darko.
“How about this... You let me leave, or I cut her throat, then yours...” Darko said in a calmly manner. The boy reached for something under the table, probably a weapon of some sort, but Darko was faster than him, he threw Sera at him and ran quickly over, grabbing his hair and slamming his head on the table. The crack of his nose breaking wasn't enough to bring him down though, and he grabbed at Darko’s arm. Darko twisted his arm around, using a technique Azral taught him for getting out of wrist grabs, and kneed the boy in the groin, as soon as he crumpled to the ground, Darko completed the task with two heavy stomps on the boy’s skull. Darko then went over to Sera, yanking her off the ground. The two other girls were in the corner, cowering in fear.
“Stay there, and hide the body... If you tell anyone what happened, I’ll come back”
The girls nodded and ran over to the boys body, and carried it downstairs. Sera whistled at Darko, “You know you could have just left him there, you didn’t need to kill the poor bloke, I liked him, he was a good guy.”
“Good guys don’t last long...” and without another word, Darko put Sera back in the head lock, and turned the corner. He saw a three ways to go, two hallways going down on either side, or straight ahead to a closed door
“Where now?” Darko asked Sera.
“Keep going forward...” Darko walked over to the door, and swung it open.
23 pairs of eyes swung over to look at him.
“Whoops!” Said Sera smiling. “Guess I forgot about this room”
He opened the door a crack, and peered out. Clear. He walked out of the torture room and shut the door. He was in a hallway now, stairs leading up on one end, and a turn on the other end. “Which way out?” Darko asked Sera.
“Up the stairs.... I still don’t believe you think you can just walk out of here”
“Oh that’s exactly what I plan on doing” Darko said back as he slowly made his way up the stairs, which is a bit more difficult than usual with a hostage in hand. At the top of the staircase were three kids sitting around a table, they looked like they were younger than Darko. Two girls (who were obviously whores for the more perverse people in the city, based on the way they were dressed) and a boy. The boy immediately stood up as he saw them enter. “Drop her!” He yelled at Darko.
“How about this... You let me leave, or I cut her throat, then yours...” Darko said in a calmly manner. The boy reached for something under the table, probably a weapon of some sort, but Darko was faster than him, he threw Sera at him and ran quickly over, grabbing his hair and slamming his head on the table. The crack of his nose breaking wasn't enough to bring him down though, and he grabbed at Darko’s arm. Darko twisted his arm around, using a technique Azral taught him for getting out of wrist grabs, and kneed the boy in the groin, as soon as he crumpled to the ground, Darko completed the task with two heavy stomps on the boy’s skull. Darko then went over to Sera, yanking her off the ground. The two other girls were in the corner, cowering in fear.
“Stay there, and hide the body... If you tell anyone what happened, I’ll come back”
The girls nodded and ran over to the boys body, and carried it downstairs. Sera whistled at Darko, “You know you could have just left him there, you didn’t need to kill the poor bloke, I liked him, he was a good guy.”
“Good guys don’t last long...” and without another word, Darko put Sera back in the head lock, and turned the corner. He saw a three ways to go, two hallways going down on either side, or straight ahead to a closed door
“Where now?” Darko asked Sera.
“Keep going forward...” Darko walked over to the door, and swung it open.
23 pairs of eyes swung over to look at him.
“Whoops!” Said Sera smiling. “Guess I forgot about this room”
Squidziod
LegendMystic
eeew.....
bettemus99
Roleplay keeper
Dear lord..