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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Jun 29, 2016 7:20:33 GMT
John shot a glare at Holly. As if he didn't already know he was going to have to do it. And Holly better not fail her task or he would be making Holly's life a living hell. He followed Izzy to the corner of the room. She unzipped her dress and showed him the spot. He knelt down and gently guided her on his knee so he had easy access and steady base to work on. "Try to keep still." He said as he pressed the knife onto her skin for the first cut of the 'W'. Although his heart was bleeding from her screams he kept going. Carving shallow cuts. His letters consisting of stick like cuts. The only letter he hated carving was 'O', because instead of making it into a round shape it was much easier and less painful to cut it in a more hexagonal shape. But that required anywhere between six to eight little cuts, one after another. Other letters were much easier, between two to four cuts. Until the very last lightning shaped 'S' was cut he had been fighting his tears. Once he was done he dropped the knife and pulled her to a hug. Using her shoulder to hide from others his tears.
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Post by Holly Jones on Jun 30, 2016 20:28:45 GMT
As she saw that Isabelle was looking at her as though she was convinced, she did nod her head, as though she was ready to go through this torture so, Holly and her could at least be alive. After all, they both did agree that if one would keep the other alive, she would do the same. She did not know on what her task was going up be get, so, she she was just looking up at the two, as her heart was pumping pretty hard. She then looked at Ruber, her fiancé and gave him a small smirk and wink. She then blew a kiss at him before turning back to the situation of Isabelle being ready to be cut with the words in her skin. She was ready to witness this, and she quietly kept her promise that whatever torture she had to go through later on during the game, she would do this to save Isabelle's live as well. As much as she would like to protest the idea of torturing someone to survive, rules are rules. She knew that following this agreement between her and Isabelle would get them both out alive easily, but one does not know on what would happen in the next game. But, she still kept her hopes up, willing that she would get out and run away with Ruber. She then saw that she was talking to John to take her time on this, and she felt her heart shattering, but, this was a way to get out, so, although it will be heartbreaking to watch, she took it as a thank you sign as well. She then saw John glaring at her, and she gave him a thumbs up with a wink; she walked towards him and tapped his shoulder with a grin. "Do not worry, John. I will be able to keep Isabelle alive." She said, and playfully slapped his ass and walked towards the two, watching her partner getting the bloody letters on her skin. Although this was torturing to watch, she was not sure on what Holly had to go through later on, but, she was ready to follow the agreement. She saw that John was crying and she was patting her back and gave him a peck on his cheek and was rubbing it. "I know it's hard. But, I know that I will do my best to keep Isabelle alive, as she is keeping me alive. I never go down on my promise." She cooed into his ear, and gently slapped his ass and went over to Isabelle. "Thank you, Isabelle, now, my turn to keep you alive." She said, and gave her a wink. She saw that John was done and saw that he was hugging her and she was rubbing his back. "You did great sugar." She said, and hugged him from his back and rubbed it gently.
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Post by Madge Baker on Jul 3, 2016 14:11:16 GMT
[OOC: I'm really sorry for the delay here, we got a surprise guest, whom I don't get to see that often, so my mind was elsewhere for a while ^^''] RUBER PULL OUT ONE OF YOUR NAILS
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Post by Ruber Keen on Jul 3, 2016 14:39:23 GMT
Ruber had stayed silent. He felt Holly leaving and returning to him, casually touching him, while his anger boiled. He wasn't far off hitting her to shut her up. He wouldn't do that now, though. If Holly was unconscious, Isabelle might die. He didn't want that. He had never wanted to hurt her. She didn't deserve it, he knew that. He stayed silent through the tasks, although he had to smile at John's new haircut. He hadn't really been surprised John had done it. John might hate him, but he wasn't a killer, that was easy enough to see. And for such a small task, Ruber couldn't even be grateful. He'd only be infuriated if he hadn't. Worst part was, he still looked like a ladies' man. Not that Ruber envied him or anything, John might have the looks, but not much else, really. And honestly, if Ruber was any more handsome, he feared to think of how Holly would react. Was there a crazy clingyness level above what she already was? He couldn't imagine there was, but he didn't want to find out either. He stayed silent, ignoring the situation, up until he saw his own name on the command. Ruber had wanted to go next, seeing as the tasks were only getting worse. He had wanted to get it over with. Still, that didn't mean he had to enjoy this. Actually, he was getting pissed off. John had to shave his hair and Ruber had to pull out a nail? Where was the fairness in that? He openly glared at John for a long few seconds before moving to the table. Entitled little shit. Always getting the easy way out. Looking over the table, he was actually happy to find pliers. That would make the experience easier, and quicker, but not any more enjoyable. Ruber tried to mentally slap himself. He had been through worse. He had gotten through more pain that this. This was a pussy game. He could do this easy, without even crying out. Yes, he could do this. No one were to see his weaknesses. There was one big difference, though. He had never inflicted pain on himself. Just dealt with it whenever it came from someone else. Doing it to himself meant fighting against every instinct you had and dreading the pain you know is coming, fully capable of stopping it. Urgh, best not to think about it too much and just do it. Ruber might not like the guy, but he wasn't gonna let John die. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't a killer himself. He promptly plucked the pliers from the table and held them to his nail, making sure they had a good, stable grip around his left pinkie. Then he hesitated for just a second, bracing himself for the pain and the discomfort that were to inevitably follow. At least a nail would grow back. He would much rather this, than have to brand himself. He wasn't really a tattoo type of guy. Biting down on his lip to prevent himself from making any unwanted sounds, he started pulling. The sight of the nail band slowly giving up and tearing away from his finger was disconcerting to say the least, and to Ruber's great disappointment, he couldn't help a couple of strained groans that he hoped no one else heard. He almost wanted to stop halfway through, but he knew he couldn't. Firstly, that would kill John, secondly, it would make Ruber look like a wimp, and thirdly, it would leave his nail half-attached. He couldn't go back now, he had to remove it completely. With a last big pull the nail came off and he slammed both that and the pliers down on the table, trying not to look at his finger too much. It looked so... wrong. The sight was almost worse than the pain. Almost. At least he was done. Now he could retreat to his wall and watch the rest of the game unfold, knowing that neither him or John would die. They had both done their part in the game. Whatever happened now was out of their control and not their issue to worry over. He only hoped this whole ordeal wouldn't have Holly cooing over him like a worried, little mother hen. Psycho little mother hen, rather.
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Post by Madge Baker on Jul 3, 2016 14:43:22 GMT
Madge looked on a little disappointed, but pleased. Although nothing big had happened, no big squirming or debates with oneself, the task had been done, and she had to accept that as a job well done. Hopefully the next task would make for more entertainment. It surely would. HOLLY ONE OF THE THREE SHOT GLASSES CONTAIN POISON DRINK ONE [OOC: Which shot glass, be it the left, middle or right, has been randomized. I already know which one includes poison, and whether Holly survives or dies depends on her choice, and not mine.]
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Post by Holly Jones on Jul 3, 2016 15:58:28 GMT
As she heard that it was her fiancé's turn to go next, she was looking up at the screen, and it was to pull out his own nail. It did sound really disgusting at first, but, seeing that John had to do his task on keeping Ruber alive, she looked at him as though he did have to do the same thing. She also kept that promise between her and Isabelle to keep herself and her alive, and all she wanted to do was run away with Ruber, no matter what the challenge was going to be. She knew that a promise was going to be a promise to her and Isabelle, and getting alive was going to be a priority, especially after being in this hellhole. She saw that he was smiling at his new "haircut" and she was poking John's head and gave him a head massage to, hopefully keep him calm. She then walked up to Ruber, seeing that all he had to do was pull out a nail, and now that she thought about it, the tasks that everyone was doing was getting more and more difficult, but, rules and rules. She knew that doing that task was going to be disgusting to watch, but, she thought that Ruber was not going to be a quitter at all, and it did sound easy, but was not sure on how hard it was going to be; after all, she did love him after all. She then saw that he was getting pissed at John since it did look as though out of all the tasks, John's was the easiest. She knew there she would be mad if Isabelle would get the easy way out too, but, at least doing that task would get Holly out, like everyone else would be doing to get out. She then saw that he was getting the pliers and she saw that he was brave enough to do this disgusting, but east task to get John out. She saw that it was easy and once she saw him taking out the nail, she did give out a small cheer to herself.
She then heard it was her turn to her task, and she read that it was her turn to drink a shot glass. But, there was was one catch, one of them contained poison. This was new, this was totally new so, it was time for her to make the right choice. After all, this was life and death, and she knew that she had to do this to keep Isabelle alive. It was time to at least make a choice as soon as possible but it was going to be a matter of choice. She used her nose to sniff the drinks to see which one contained poison. She looked at them also see which one looked unusual compared to the other shot glasses. She looked at all of them again and took a giant sigh and she took the one in the middle. That one always had to stand out amongst the others, as she was about to drink it, she shook her head and took the one on the right and started to take a gulp. This was her choice to decide IF she had to live or die because of the three way decision that was in front of her. She knew that she had to do this for Isabelle in order to keep her alive. So, she waited for the drink to react in her body, and she puts her fingers behind her back, making sure that she did not drink the wrong glass.
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Post by Madge Baker on Jul 3, 2016 17:39:51 GMT
Madge was amazed at the ease and efficiency of which Holly gulped down the liquid. Little to no hint of hesitation or doubt behind her decision, which was extraordinary given the situation. Holly might very well die, and yet she never even second-guessed her situation. Madge would not have been foolish enough to make the same mistake, even if she had made that silly promise. A promise with a gun to your head counted for nothing, and that was basically what Isabelle had made her do. Promise me this or die.Before long, perhaps a few seconds, Holly's chest began aching. Shortly after, she was coughing up blood. Everyone knew what was happening, but were incapable of stopping it. All they could do was watch on as Holly slowly sank to the floor, blood spraying wherever she coughed. Within a minute she was dead on the ground. Madge had looked on astounded. The scene had been more gruesome than even she had anticipated. And she loved it. Thrilled, her blood rushing with adrenaline she didn't want to stop there. She didn't waste a second after Holly stopped moving before she revealed the next task. Although, she knew very well it might take some time for it to happen. Obviously the people still alive in the room were quite shaken. She would allow for a slight delay. MESSUA POUR THE ANHYDROUS AMMONIA IN YOUR EYES Madge knew she had not left enough of the chemical to kill the girl, but it would definitively blind the girl for life.
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Post by Holly Jones on Jul 3, 2016 18:06:54 GMT
Holly knew that there was a choice between life and death. She hated to choose death, as she did not expect that the drink that she chose was poisonous, but, after all, she had to sacrifice her life for Isabelle since she did agree to the deal, proving that she did have a heart after all. Too bad that she did not have that wedding dream with Ruber, but, all she could do is have her spirit be around him. As she felt the blood coughing out of her mouth, she looked up at the sky as she silently whispered, "I'm sorry Ruber, my love. That our wedding could not happen. But, I'm sure, you will be happy with someone who will treat you with kindness and respect." More blood was coming out as she continued to look up to the high heavens. "Mother, here I come, and now we could talk about those plans that we had before you died of cancer."
((I am quite sad to be honest about making this post, but I was happy to take the opportunity to try out Holli Would. I shall see you all soon once I come back as Jessica Rabbit, her long lost cousin that no one knew about. She is more mature than Holly, but, I promise that I will make her as fun as Holly was. ~ Love Minto))
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Post by Messua Freya Ouédraogo on Jul 3, 2016 20:07:40 GMT
Messua let go of the knife in her hand, when John came over and took it. It had never been her priority to cut the brunette, she just wanted to help. For some reason she was even relieved, she didn't had to do it. The screams of the woman echoed in her head and she closed her eyes, so it might be less gruesome, but the opposite happened. The cries resounded louder than before. And she knew it weren't the cuts. The brunette mostly screamed because of the letters that formed the word. Worthless. How could someone be worthless? Maybe... not that well situated, but still a life was a life. Messua pressed her lips together. She wanted to go to the pair and tell her to breath calmly. That it would lessen the pain. But she couldn't. She was glued to the place she stood, next to the table.
With every person, the tasks had gone harder, more painful. They degraded the people around her to the bitter ground of nothing. She watched the huge redhaired guy walking by her, fullfilling his task. She slightly shivered. Not because she was afraid. More of respect. Messua made a few steps aside. A nail... It was another kind of pain, but the nail would grow back. Like hair. She wrapped one arm around her body and looked at the TV. When would the new task appear? There would be two tasks to come. She wondered, if it would be her to do the last one. And even if it would happen, she would have to do it.
When the name of the blonde woman appeared, it had to be hers, obviously, since she wasn't called Holly at all, she felt relieved another time. And then... Holly took a drink as she was supposed to do. Just to start coughing up blood. Finally there was a scream forming inside her, but she shut her mouth. No. They all did their tasks and survived, just to loose someone now? Messua looked away. She couldn't look at someone else either. Then the flickering of the TV caused her to look at it. Still she had to fullfill her duty.
Messua stared at the TV for a while. She knew what the liquid could do. And she knew that she would be the next one to die. The Anhydrous Ammonia would kill her. There was only a little chance that the kidnapper was faking it and it would only be water inside the bottle. She took a deep breath. Then a soft smile appeared on her lips. At least...
Messua stepped towards the table and took the bottle in her hand. Her right hand was shaking slightly and she turned it shortly into a fist to calm down. Then she opened the bottle and her wishful thinking vanished. No, this was definitely the poisonous liquid. The smell stinged in her nose and she wrinkled it. It wasn't that strong, but it still lingered in the air around her. She turned around so she could look at everyone. It would be the last time to see someone who was alive. She looked a while longer to John and gave him a soft smile, than a longer look towards the darkhaired guy who saved her life before, while doing his task. All for nothing. At least she could save him now. Then a look at the blood from Holly next to her and the contrast between the red and the white dress she was still wearing. She already had seen that before. Earlier, when she was younger and had been hoping for a family.
Messua put her head in her neck and lifted her hand with the bottle in it. She needed to remind herself to keep her eyes open. The task said, pour it into your eyes, so closing them would presumably be a fail. She took another deep breaths and then let the clear liquid drip into her eyes. It started to burn as soon as the liquid reached her eyes and she was nearly before letting the bottle fall out of her hand, but she tried to stay strong until the very last drop. Then the bottle dropped down and bursted with a loud sound into pieces, while she fell on her knees, her eyes weeping, making the burn even worse. Then her body had mercy with her and she fell on her side fainting.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Jul 6, 2016 19:22:55 GMT
John was more than annoyed that Holly came in to interrupt his moment with his sister. And it irritated him more that she was practically on his bald head and his ass again like a fly on a carcass. Trying to swat the woman away. Why didn't she go bother Ruber? He was her fiancée was he not? He turned towards the wall to get rid of his stupid tears. When he turned around again he saw that Ruber was ordered to pull out his nail. Well that can't have been easy, and John knew by now that his deal with the devil had gained him the easiest task. But now he was worried to see if Ruber would make it or not. He had no idea if his deal would cover the redhead failing his task or not. John gave Ruber a challenging glare. As if to say that he didn't have the guts to pull the nail out all the way when he took a little break. Luckily with a one big pull the nail was off and John breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at his sister and smiling. At least one of them was safe now. Then a new challenge was issued. Holly had to do a shot out of three glasses, one of which contained poison. John held onto his sister's hand tightly. The Blonde had promised to do her task, but she could always go back on that. All the woman's movements seemed so slow to him now that he was worried over the survival of his little sister. He sighed in relief when the woman had downed her drink. Not really caring of the result at first. At the first cough of blood John grabbed Izzy and turned her so she wasn't seeing the horror. Pressing her face to his chest so she couldn't see and the sounds were muffled by his arms. All she could hear was his accelerated breath and heartbeat probably as he watched on. Finding the scene hard to stomach, but he tried and felt pretty confident about his success. As he watched the lifeless body in the pool of blood he started to slowly regain his brain functions. Somehow feeling cheated now. He glanced at the camera. The bitch behind all this had to have a sick sense of humour for sure. He had scarred his sister for nothing. The girl who was supposed to live after the game had died during her own task. John petted the top of Isabelle's head. "I am sorry...." He whispered. If she blamed him for the scars she had to carry he would be more than happy to hear those jabs for the rest of his life.
When it was Messua's turn at the task he watched in anticipation. His roommate would die if she didn't do it. But then again she would go blind for the rest of her life if she did. That was one of those choices John knew he would have failed for sure, but this woman was made of more stronger stuff. She didn't hesitate as she poured the acid or whatever it was in her eyes. John admired that courage up until the point when the woman fainted from the pain. John let go of Izzy. She was a tough girl, she could handle herself for a while. John knelt down beside Messua to check if she was still breathing. Luckily she was. He lifted her up a little and used a dry part of her dress to wipe away the acid that he could from her face to prevent any further damage. Then ripping part of her dress to make a bandage that he tied around her eyes. Then laying her back on the ground. Moving back to his sister. Waiting for what would happen next. Again the sleeping gas?
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Post by Dean Gray on Jul 8, 2016 11:08:37 GMT
After eating his egg, Dean retread to a corner of the room and sat down. He wondered for a second if eating that egg had been worth it, but he shook that feeling off quickly. Hopefully his Partner wouldn't kill him. He watched as the other people got their tasks.This Isabelle woman, probably a relative of Johns, had to carve words into herself. Sounded worse than it was, probably. She'd probably bleed, but if one did it carefully enough, it'd merely be a flesh wound.
The huge hulk of a man, Ruber, was next in line. Pull out a nail? It was certainly worse than Isabelles task, but he seemed like one who had already dealt out such pain to someone before. Dean hoped he'd never have to share a room with such a man, he seemed downright scary. That idea was further reinforced when he went forth and actually pulled out a nail. Crazy bastard. He barely made a sound too. Dean shook his head at it, looking at the TV again.
The next task was for the blonde woman with no regard for personal space. Holly. Dean watched her drink one of the shots. She seemed certain enough that whatever she was drinking was safe. It wasn't. He had to suppress a smile as he thought of it. So certain of herself, yet that haughtiness of hers ended up being her downfall. Why would you ever promise to do anything horrible to save another person, especially once your own life was on the line? No life is worth more than your own. Oh well, she wouldn't waste her life more than once. The last task was to come, and Dean feared that he might have to take action. His partners name appeared on screen: Messua. She had to pour Anhydrous Ammonia over her eyes? Dean pushed himself up to stand ready to act. No sane person would do that for a stranger. They wouldn't, would they?
Dean watched as Messua actually poured the anhydrous ammonia over her face and eyes. The acidic solution would surely leave her blind, then why? Why would she willingly give up her sight for the rest of her life for a stranger that she hadn't even spoke to? Dean felt a pang of guilt as he remembered he had weighed her life against the eating of an egg. She hadn't hesitated at all. Her eyes were worth less to her than Deans tastebuds did to him. He saw her faint, but couldn't move at all. He should be helping her, anything, something, but all he could do was to stand and stare at her in disbelief. John had gone over to her and removed what acid he could from her face. That should've been Dean. Someone had just saved his life, and all he could do was stand there. Dean bit his lip and looked to the ground. Hopefully the gas would come soon so he wouldn't have to face her while awake. Not yet.
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