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Post by James Hawkins on Apr 26, 2016 16:19:14 GMT
Jim was slowly waking up: he felt terribly dizzy and even if his mind was waking up his body was less keen on doing so, it felt like opening his eyes was an impossible task. He usually didn't have such big problems waking up, but oh well... the concert was over now, he could even afford being lazy for a couple of days... though... for some reason his bed felt incredibly uncomfortable... thinking of it, it didn't feel like a bed at all... had he fallen on the floor?
Forcing himself to open his eyes, he gave a first tired look at the room... and immediately he jerked up, sitting up on the cold floor of a room that definitely wasn't his. Where was he? What was this place? What had happened? He could feel himself starting to panic. 'ok, Jim, calm down... what can you remember last?' he mentally asked himself, trying to keep his breath under control instead of starting to hyperventilate. What could he remember? He had finished his concert... he had met up with Garrett (Garrett! Where was he? Was he ok?), they were in his room, in the hotel... and then? Then someone knocked at the door... a woman... yes, she was a woman, and it was definitely weird cause his security guard should have stopped her, and then... then nothing. Nothing at all. Until then. Had that woman done something? His last memories were quite blurred, he couldn't even remember if something had happened after that meeting!
Taking a better look at the room made him shiver: it was a horribly bare room, with dark colours, only a carpet and a sleeping bag as 'furnitures'... and then, in one corner of the room, a stool and a noose. That, again, sent shivers through his spine. Shivers that only grew stronger as he noticed he wasn't alone: was that guy... no, no, it couldn't be... quickly he approached him, moving on four legs, and... he was breathing. He breathed out in slight relief. Careful not to fall back on the floor for the terrible dizziness, he stood up. Taking a second look around, he noticed two doors, one that was demi open and led to the bathroom and the other, closed... That had to lead out of that room! Rushing toward it, he immediately tried to open it. Locked. His eyes grew wide and his breath grew shorted again. What was going on?
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Post by Dean Gray on Apr 26, 2016 19:20:26 GMT
Dean groaned. His head hurt, his back hurt, his shoulder hurt. His bed wasn't as soft as he could remember. Wait.. his bed wasn't as soft as he could remember.. He snapped his eyes open. This wasn't home,
Fighting a splitting headache while rising to a sitting position, he scanned the room for any hints as to where he was. Gray walls. "Ironic.." he muttered to himself, feeling the panic sneaking. "Okay Dean, stay calm, it's just.. a dream, yes.. a dream.. A horrible, vivid, incredibly lifelike dream. Nightmare more like, yes, nightmare." he thought "And if this was a nightmare, all I had to do was- -" Then he spotted the noose.
"Oh god..." They had gotten him finally, nobody else believed him, nobody else on the internet anyway, but they had finally gotten him. The signs were all there, he'd seen them, but the police wouldn't do anything, no no, said it was just the ramblings of a madman. Now he'd just rot in this dungeon till he'd find it a better idea to just end it with a short drop and a sudden stop. He shivered, it was cold in here.
The headache started to clear, and with it his hearing as well. There was some noise, like someone fiddling with a door. Turning towards the sound he spotted some guy, a kid, really, trying hard to open one of the doors. He seemed familiar, which was weird, only being able to see his back and it being someone at all. Backing slowly to the furthest corner away from the stranger, he cleared his voice and said with a shaky voice: "W-who are you?"
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Post by James Hawkins on Apr 26, 2016 19:41:42 GMT
No... no the door couldn't be locked, it couldn't! Jim tried again and again to open it, tightening his grip on the handle, almost breaking it, as if hoping it was just a door particularly difficult, particularly heavy... but of course, he got no result. Soon enough, he found himself kicking and punching the door, even pushing it with his shoulder. All to no use. The only thing he obtained was bruising himself, but right then he couldn't even feel the pain.
Panting, he took a step away from the door, as if trying to understand what to do. There had to be a way out, there just had to be...
Suddenly an unfamiliar voice made him jerk in surprise, turning toward the guy who had been lying unconscious just moments before. So he was awake now... and he didn't seem less terrified than Jim himself. That was kinda an odd question to him, it had been ages since he last had to introduce himself... not like it gave him any problem, it was just... weird.
"Jim... Hawkins..." he replied in hesitant voice, not daring to get closer to the guy, then after a moment he turned the question on him "A-and you?"
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Post by Dean Gray on Apr 26, 2016 20:26:16 GMT
Jim Hawkins... that name sounded familiar.. Looking away from the kid, Dean tried to remember where he had seen him.
"Dean Gray." he said, barely audible before adding: "No relation.." Zoning out this.. 'Jim'.. if that really was his name and going back to the case at hand. How had they gotten him? And who were they anyway? Was it the Swedes? No, they're not smart enough for this. Who else... the Chinese? No, this was too sloppy for a Chinese job, they never had more than one person at a time. It had to be the Russians, It had the right amount of professionalism yet with a touch of madmannery. Dean was certain that he'd covered his tracks well enough. All trips to the city, however rare they were, were with different routes each time, different trains, different stations. How in the world could the- - Wait, Jim Hawkins?
He looked back at this 'Jim', staring intently on his face, trying to discern if his memory served him right. If this was the Jim Hawkins 'everyone' talked about, why in the world was he in here as well? He'd not been part of revealing Them. Unless....
Suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation, Dean tried to remain calm. If Jim Hawkins was with Them, this went higher than he had expected. If even the celebrities of the world had been sullied by them, who knows how much of the world they controlled. Dean would have to restart his planning, once he got out of here.. He knew too much, and now they wanted to know exactly how much before disposing of him like a crumpled-up tissue. But they didn't know that he knew that they didn't know what he actually knew, and they wouldn't know, now or ever. Trying his best to mask his panic, he tried to level his mind, which naturally was harder than ever.
"Jim Hawkins.." Dean said, feigning confidence.. "You're that... famous guy.. musician, right?"
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Post by James Hawkins on Apr 26, 2016 21:30:49 GMT
Jim barely heard what the other guy said, but at least managed to get his name, 'Dean'... he would have asked if the guy knew something but he wasn't sure that was even a good idea, the guy... well, to put it kindly, he seemed more confused than Jim himself... in a less kind explanation, he looked kinda like a lunatic. And yet, after a moment he looked lost in his own thoughts, he managed to gather who he was.
"Uhm... yeah, that's... that's me..." he nodded awkwardly, deciding to take a step closer and trying to fake a small smile, but it lasted just a split second. Throwing a new look all around the room, he focused once again back on the guy: well... he did seem like a lunatic, but he was the only company he had, and as much of a nutjob as this one could be... maybe he did know something?
"uhm... d-do you have any idea of where we are?" he asked, keeping himself on the vague side and starting with one question only. Though this guy had the kind of face of a person that would think they had been abducted by aliens... 'well... it's not like I have anything to lose asking...' he thought to himself
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Post by Dean Gray on Apr 26, 2016 22:58:19 GMT
"Do you have any idea of where we are?" Jim said.
Dean wasn't sure if he should laugh or cry. Of course that's what he'd say. Feigning innocence and try to make Dean believe Jim was an abducted one as well, but he knew. Oh he knew all too well their schemes. "Well, two can play that game," he thought, smiling lightly. Composing himself, both face and form, he began:
"Well apart from the obvious, this being a cell of some kind, I've no idea." he said while walking around the room, trying to seem as casual as possible. It was a good thing that there was no mirrors in this room, as Dean let his mask slip whenever he turned away from Jim, any respite from this exhausting role to play was welcome, and he hadn't put on the mask of confidence in a looong time. He would have to figure out which branch of Them he belonged to... "We seem lucky though, at least there's a..." Dean began, before finally spotting the two-person sleeping bag to use for sleep. "... bed..." he said, after which he sighed. At least there's a carpet so he wouldn't have to share a sleeping bag with one of Them. The mere thought sent shivers down his spine.
"Do you have any inkling on our whereabouts? Or why us two got picked for that matter. You might be famous but I hardly believe I am worthy of kidnapping." Dean said as he lay himself down on the carpet. It was softer than he expected, which would make it likelier to be natural, hence further supporting the fact that this was the Russians.
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Post by James Hawkins on Apr 27, 2016 13:40:23 GMT
Ok, yeah, this one definitely looked a bit... odd. To use, once again, kind words. The way he circled the room and looked around was strange, like he tried to look all casual and yet didn't fully managed... still, could Jim really blame him? It wasn't like he hadn't done more or less the same just a moment before, trying to fight back a panic attack and convincing himself that stay calm was the best solution... So, as much as this one looked like quite an odd fellow, he couldn't blame him for anything just yet...
The only real bad news here was the fact that the guy had as many clues as he did about where they were and what was going on. And yes, as rude as that could be to think, he did agree on the fact that kidnapping him, as awful as that was, could maybe have sense... both for money and for a 'misery-like' fan... but... if that would have been that kind of kidnapping, why kidnap someone else as well? And someone who wasn't a celebrity but just, as much as he could know, a normal, average guy?
He stayed quiet at first, just nodding as the guy pointed out they had a 'bed', though he couldn't hide a grimace: fuck, that wasn't a bed, and he wasn't especially picky but he was used to sleep on comfy mattresses, with silky sheets and soft pillows! For fuck sake, he had worked his ass off to be able to live a good life and now he had to go through this? That was just... ok, that wasn't even the worst part. 'Focus Jim, focus...' they were locked in this room, who knew were, in the hands of who knew who! What was in the room wasn't even remotely the worst part, the worst part was the fact they were locked there!
"I have no clue" he replied with a shrug of his shoulders "Last thing I remember I was in my hotel room, after a concert in L.A. I remember a woman knocking at my door, and then nothing..." he massaged his temples, trying to remember more, but there was really nothing, everything was tremendously blurred, like he had drunk his ass off... Which he hadn't he was sure of that. "Which is odd, I mean, my security guard shouldn't allow people to get to my room for... obvious reasons!" he gestured at the room like that was the obvious reason: well... that was the extreme consequence that could happen allowing people to go to him after concert, but... for fuck sake, it had just happened!!! "You think we are still in LA?" he asked after a moment, frowning. He didn't even know how much time he had slept...
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Post by Dean Gray on Apr 27, 2016 19:37:29 GMT
LA? Los Angeles?
Now that Jim asked, Dean was suddenly reminded of the fact that he hadn't thought about where this cell was located. Seeing as this was an obvious Russian job they clearly had to be in Russia, but he couldn't tell Jim that, then They would know, and Dean knew that them knowing that he knew would be bad. Where in Russia could they be though? If he'd ever get outside and see any form of greenery he could probably deduce the location, but that was assuming he ever got out of here. "Wait, Dean. You will get out of here, They can't keep a good man down.." he thought to himself.
A woman though? Dean wrung his mind, trying to notice if he had seen a woman before blacking out. Maybe it wasn't the Russians after all, maybe it was the Feminists? That could explain why they took Jim, assuming he was not one of Them in the first place. Then again, Dean hadn't ever been that invested into the feminine side of the world, so them taking him wasn't that likely. Probably just the Russians, maybe they paid the Feminists to do the dirty work, but then that would signify Them being someone else, Russians preferred to do the work themselves, they usually wouldn't use a proxy, too many loose ends. Maybe that was what they were trying to do, make him believe that it wasn't them so as to make Dean relax and talk about information seemingly not relevant to the proxy but truly relevant to the real leaders. He'd have to think over this..
Noting that he had been stuck in thought for quite some time, Dean shook his head slightly, before resetting his gaze on Jim. "LA? Now if that's the case I'm a long way from home." Dean truthfully said, "The last thing I remember was going to collect some money I had due..." Not a complete lie, it did sound dubious enough to make Dean seem more dangerous than he really was. "... back in France." Dean said, while trying to hide the usual telltale signs of lying. It felt like it was working, which was important. They might have gotten him once, but that must've been a lucky shot, and he wasn't about to give them the true location of his home. Who knew what they could do with the information Dean had gathered throughout the years.. "It's a damn shame too, had unfinished business that I wish I could've finished." Dean said, stretching out on the carpet. "I doubt we're in LA though. If someone went through the trouble of kidnapping you from LA and me from France, surely that someone would pick some place other than either?"
Dean realized he'd been overly curt with Jim. He'd not really been very open to any other type of conversation apart from the few questions he'd answered and asked. If he was able to talk a little about different things, some small talk, Jim might slip some information about where they were and who They were. How did one small talk though? Dean hadn't done it in ages, usually just going straight to the point and then leave. He could ask about the concert? Would that be too off? Probably not.
"Anyway.. This concert of yours, how did it go? Lots of screaming 'younglings' spilling drinks on your scene or was it just like any other?" Dean asked, while trying his best to smile a genuine smile. He thought he succeeded.
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Post by James Hawkins on Apr 28, 2016 14:37:05 GMT
Jim waited for a while before the guy in front of him actually replied to him: he seemed lost in his thoughts... which wasn't really odd in that situation, but made quite an odd and awkward conversation... Jim even started to look around meanwhile, but really, there wasn't much to see, just those four walls, the carpet, the sleeping bag... the suicide kit in the corner... and the bathroom... frowning he focused on the bathroom door: it looked like there was only artificial light in there too, but maybe, who knew... maybe there was something there?
He was already about to move to check out the small room when Dean actually started talking again, capturing his attention: France? This guy was from FRANCE? Jim blinked in surprise, almost shock, focusing on the guy. 'Hey, I speak french too!' was the odd thought that his mind formed up first at that information, quite a stupid thought, or at least stupidly common... he would have even found that information interesting in a different situation but in that moment he couldn't and shouldn't care about the language matter! What mattered was... "Someone has really gone the extra mile to take us..." he thought out loud, his expression still quite shocked and unable to hide it.
And if they weren't in LA, where were they? France? Or maybe, as the guy said, they were in some different place... For a moment he remained where he was, quite too struck from this news to movem trying to understand what he was missing, why him and a normal guy were in the same room, stuck there... who could have done it? What for? As Dean asked about the concert, he looked at him once again, trying to focus on what he said but still looking quite distracted "The concert? Yeah... it... it was ok..." looking around, his attention was once again caught by the bathroom "uhm... sorry, I... I need to check..." he said in a pretty distracted voice before rushing in the bathroom. There was a toilet, a sink and a towel... not even a shower... the saddest excuse of a bathroom he had ever seen in his life, but what he liked even less was that there wasn't a window in there either, not even a small one.
Rushing out of the bathroom, he started looking around feverishly: there had to be a way out, there just had to be! As his eyes fell once again on the stool, his brain started imagining the possibilities with that... They could break the handle of the door... they could try at least... maybe it could work... "Say... you think that stool could help opening the door? I mean, maybe we can break it, or the handle..."
ps: THE FEMINISTS!!!!!!! XDXDXD OMG I laughed so much at that XDXDXD
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Post by Dean Gray on Apr 28, 2016 20:37:05 GMT
Jim's suggestion seemed a decent one, but Dean felt like that would be too easy, so he arose from his lying position ((OOC: Heh, ironic.)) and went towards the door to inspect it. Knocking lightly on it with the back of his fingers. The sound it made did resemble the sound that wooden doors make, but it didn't give way in the same way a normal wooden door would. "I doubt the stool would help, this door sounds like it's reinforced. A normal wooden door would have a slightly more hollow sound, as well as moving slightly as you tap it, this doesn't." Dean said, before turning towards Jim. "Taking out the handle would hardly be beneficial either, as I doubt we'd be able to open anything if it was gone" he continued, before smiling at his attempt to be funny.
Dean started to feel tired, whatever They gave him to make him unconscious didn't make his body relax as sleep did. He had no idea what time it was, but decided he would try to sleep. Sharing a sleeping bag with another person was out of the question though. "I'm kind of tired, thinking of calling it a day. Maybe something changes in the morning or whatever time it is when we wake up." Dean said, while moving back to the carpet. "No offence, but I'd rather not share a sleeping bag with someone I've just met, so I'll just roll myself up in the carpet for sleep."
Dean pulled the carpet over to the wall furthest away from the sleeping bag, before rolling himself in like a cigarette, facing the wall. He figured that if They really wanted to kill him, they'd do it no matter how awake or ready he was, since he couldn't get out of here anyway. "So long, Jim. May the next few days bring us more luck, I guess." Dean said, before finally resting his face and then closing his eyes.
((On another note: "The sound it made did resemble the sound that wooden doors make, but it didn't give way in the same way a normal wooden door would." try to say that ten times quickly ._.))
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Post by James Hawkins on Apr 28, 2016 21:34:56 GMT
Jim was already about to go get the stool in the corner when Dean stood up and went to analyse the door: his words made him blink in surprise again. What? A... reinforced door? What? Jim could just stare in shock. Was this guy for real? Did this mean... they couldn't leave? They were stuck there? Jim felt close to a panic attack now. No, this couldn't be... this was a nightmare! He didn't even understood what Dean said next, not really even managing to get he was talking at all: he slid once again on the floor, his legs shaking too much to support him. This couldn't be... this was a nightmare... he was famous, he had fans! Someone would look for him, right? Someone had to notice his absence, they would rescue him... they would come, someone would come... The only thing he heard from Dean's were his final words before the guy, apparently, fell asleep. Days? What? They couldn't stay there for DAYS! He wanted to get out, now!!! Sprinting on his legs once again toward the door, he frantically started screaming and knocking "SOMEONE! HELP! PLEASE HELP!! LET US OUT!!! PLEASE!!!!!! HELP!!!" ooc: oh goodness XDXDXD I failed XDXDXD btw, wanna open a new topic?
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