Another Fine Mess
Feb. 7th, 2014 03:42 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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small_things*sneaks up to the crack in the concrete and peers inside*
*sees a large basement storage-like room, with fluorescent lighting and several scary-looking devices within*
*an upright rack stands in pride of place, complete with ratchet wheel on the side, and a very familiar figure stretched out in its frame*
*a less familiar figure smoothly orbits the torture device and its victim...a man whose posture and expression clearly state that for him, this sort of scenario is both business and pleasure*
*sees a large basement storage-like room, with fluorescent lighting and several scary-looking devices within*
*an upright rack stands in pride of place, complete with ratchet wheel on the side, and a very familiar figure stretched out in its frame*
*a less familiar figure smoothly orbits the torture device and its victim...a man whose posture and expression clearly state that for him, this sort of scenario is both business and pleasure*
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Date: 2014-02-07 11:31 pm (UTC)*has the horrible, miserable expression of someone with no really good choices to make*
I...I suppose we'd best find John first. We might not get a better chance, now that the guards are busy searching the labyrinths. *more to self than anyone else* I mended Oliver once before; I can do it again. If it comes to that.
*gives a guilty wince as he cries out again*
Right. I suppose John's in with the other prisoners, up there.
*nods at a crack of light coming in through a hole in what looks like wooden floorboards several feet down the ravine*
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Date: 2014-02-08 03:34 am (UTC)Hmm. None of us are tall enough to get a look through. Molly, you're the smallest. Would it be okay if I boosted you up to take a peek?
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Date: 2014-02-10 04:42 pm (UTC)I know, dear girl. I...I quite agree. But we couldn't possibly rescue him at our current size without risking our own deaths, and then where would poor John and Oliver be?
*to you*
Perhaps Mister Tarrant knows another way in? Or...or perhaps I could give you a boost? You'd have a much better chance to see what's up there, being so tall as you are.
*crouches down and laces fingers together for you to put your foot in*
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Date: 2014-02-10 08:41 pm (UTC)*puts hands on your shoulders to steady self as you lift up*
*straightens and grabs on to the edge of the crack to take some weight off you*
*pulls self up*
John!
*John sits hunched over on the floor nearby; knees to chest and head resting on crossed arms. His clothes are covered in sand and dirt. There is a manacle around his right ankle that has rubbed his skin to the point of bleeding even through his sock.*
*calls louder*
JOHN!
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Date: 2014-02-10 08:57 pm (UTC)*shifts head drowsily and frowns at your voice*
...Sherlock?
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Date: 2014-02-10 09:12 pm (UTC)You'll probably think I'm an hallucination, but I'm not, I promise!
We've come to rescue you!
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Date: 2014-02-10 09:27 pm (UTC)Jesus, that didn't take long. Well, I didn't need my sanity anyway...at least crazy Tarry will have some company in the loony bin when they throw me in with him.
*rubs eyes tiredly and worries manacle around ankle, trying to shift it to a less painful position*
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Date: 2014-02-10 10:14 pm (UTC)*reaches out teeny, tiny hand toward you*
I'm real, I promise!
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Date: 2014-02-10 10:25 pm (UTC)Pull the other one, mate.
*puts head back on one arm, letting the other hang limply on the floor..then yelps at a sudden pinch*
Ow! What the...? That hurt!
*looks more closely at you...then extends a cautious finger to gently prod you in the midriff, confirming your physical reality*
Okay...I suppose I've seen weirder things here.
*clears throat*
I'm listening.