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The harsh, unforgiving cold of winter has long set in. Snow covers the ground and students tend find things to do inside as much as possible. With the Yule Ball fast approaching, students certainly have things to discuss and plan.
Politically, things are nowhere near as sound as people are lead to believe. There is turmoil amongst the ranks of the Death Eaters as Callid Warren and Fierro Darque plot against Trevor Williams, who is aided by Sienna Faber, but can she be trusted? Even amongst the people, there seems to be social unrest as SAVIOR works to free slaves and the leader of the Order of the Phoenix finds himself captured. Unification is necessary, but will it happen?
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Kara Viridian Administrator Fugitive Order member is offline
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Scream. Aim. Fire {Open} « Thread Started on Jul 1, 2009, 1:40pm »
(OOC: don't mind me. just taking this and running with it. lol)
Sometime around midnight.
It was humid, and the prison was as disgusting as the midnight air. Azkaban was at its greatest, though that doesn't go to say much, considering the fact that it was always dark, dingy, and altogether uncomfortable. The atmosphere had never ceased to maintain a creepy, murky feeling. The discordant wails of the prisoners melded together into an eerie melody, one with an unforgettable and traumatizing ping. The stench was foul; bodily fluids, blood, sweat, urine, feces, vomit -- and everything in between, left a smell that stuck to you whether you liked it or not. The sights? Well, they were just as great as what was smelled or heard. Bloodstains on the walls, the rusty cell doors with corroded locks, bones of the fallen and weak lining some of the cells where the guards felt no need to move them.
An example, they were called.
This was how it was every day, and Kara was used to it by now. Having been appointed to the Imperium Guard since she graduated and showed her allegiance to the great power that had taken over the magical world. It was a long many years since she joined, and a hard climb up the ladder but she'd made it. She was the Vice-Captain of this feared Guard, the second in command in the pecking order. If her father was alive, he would've been proud. All those years being teased and put down for not being a boy would be for naught, if he only saw her success. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) for her, he was killed in the Great War, at the hands of the Alliance troops. This was definitely fuel to her already raging fire, her anger and bitterness towards those declaring to fight for 'the greater good' and all of that bullshit. She'd picked a side since she was sorted into the Slytherin house at Hogwarts, and as far as she was concerned, that was the right side, the right path.
The scarred one was ever proud as she strolled down these halls. Her trot echoed off of the stone walls, her heels hitting the floor in a steady rhythm as she walked. Normally she would stop and heckle some of the captives who would beg her for mercy and plead for more food, but she didn't stop today. Today was important, she had a mission. The Captain told her to find one particular prisoner to interrogate, a man who had been held her for several weeks. He was to be questioned, using any means necessary, to obtain intel, important information for her captain, and their leader.
Kara couldn't help but smile as she kept her quick pace, up the stairs and through the winding halls. She loved a good interrogation, as she had quite the reputation. They were her expertise, her most favorite thing to do for her Captain, if not for her own pleasure. Hell, she even wore her favorite outfit for the occasion, especially including her favorite stiletto-heeled boots. They were going to play a part in her maneuver, after all.
At one of the solitary confinement chambers, at the far end of the prison, she found herself at her destination. Knocking tauntingly on the vast, metal door before her, she hummed a little sing-song tune as she pushed past the barrier and found herself in the dark, somewhat soundproofed room of her target. "Honey, I'm home..." She let out a giggle as she settled into the room, taking off her leather coat and hanging it on the peg beside the door. "I hope you're ready for me."
She could already taste the filth in the air, the bittersweet flavor of blood, tears and the sweat of anxiety. Her subject had a visitor, she mused, excellent.
Re: Scream. Aim. Fire {Open} « Reply #1 on Aug 7, 2009, 7:01am »
((hope you don't mind me jumping in. i had an idea and decided to try it out lol))
Inside a confinement cell on the great island of Azkaban, a broken-hearted man lay on his side, his face to the wall, covered in scabbing wounds and filth. Just weeks before he had been having dinner with his sister and mother, laughing about times passed and remembering old friends. Since being arrested, the only friends he was familiar with were the rats that occasionally scurried along the walls of his filth-encrusted cell. Where had things gone wrong? He had no idea...
Well, maybe it had something to do with the fact that the aforementioned women he had been meeting were fugitive members of the Order of the Phoenix. And it might have added to the fire that he was an Imperium Guard, or had been at least. But, laying in a cell barely big enough for him to lay down in, covered in filth and healing wounds, he wasn't really in a state of mind to reason with his situation. Justin Marsten was a broken man.
He had been one of Lord Williams' hand--picked Imperium Guards and a loyal Death Eater, even though he hadn't agreed with all the goings-on in the new government. He had swallowed his misgivings and remained loyal despite it all, and this is how he was repaid? Being arrested and thrown into the very prison that he once was trusted to secure. All because of one brief meeting with his family. After his sister had taken his niece and their mother into hiding from the Death Eaters, Justin hadn't spoken to them until a few weeks ago. He didn't know why Elena had suddenly changed her mind about him being an evil drone, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He had arranged a meeting with his long-estranged family, and had reveled in the small mirage of normalcy the simple dinner had afforded. Until his colleagues had arrived, that is. The other Gaurds had ended up killing the Elena and his mother in the ensuing fight, and Justin had been taken directly to Azkaban as a traitor.
Hearing his cell door open, Justin hadn't moved at all, not able to care what horrible punishment was about to be thrust upon him. He listened to the Guard's little pun, and realized he recognized the woman's voice. Kara, his former partner. Great. Still not moving, Justin simply said, "How could I not be to greet my own dear partner, Kara?"
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Re: Scream. Aim. Fire {Open} « Reply #2 on Aug 17, 2009, 11:34am »
The light flickered on with a nasty hum, revealing the nature of the room: just as disgusting as it smelled. The rustic atmosphere mixed with the iron stench of blood stained along the walls, floor, ceiling, everywhere, was like a second home for Kara. She was greeted pleasantly by the man's voice from where he was bound, finding herself facing away from him. Her attentions were to the table of toys, various blades, blunt objects and the like spread out neatly on the steel tray. A smile curled her lips, and she slowly put on her gloves, staring backward through a mirror to catch a glimpse of her victim's face.
"Well you're awfully cheery today, love." She kept her smile frozen in place as each finger slid into the fitted glove. They were black, leather, and simply comfortable. Her eyes were shining, anxious to try out some new techniques on him.
Torture was her specialty, and Kara wasn't going to do less than her best for her Lord and leader. The Death Eaters were the top of the food chain. Mess with them, betray their ways, and she was sure you would regret making such a decision, for Kara was proud that she was of the Imperium Guard. Why Justin, her own beloved partner, had to do this, had to turn his back on everything they stood for, just to see his stupid family? Huh. Partner or not, this was his choice. This was his punishment. She could show no remorse.
Turning heel, Kara walked a few paces toward her former partner and regardless of any struggle, she found a perch atop him, straddling his waist. Her dark eyes stared into his face, searching to lock her gaze with his. That was one of her tactics, to stare down. She was sure Justin had seen her do this to many prisoners before...but it was his turn. "But how I have missed you. Didn't you miss me?"
« Last Edit: Aug 17, 2009, 11:35am by Kara Viridian »
Re: Scream. Aim. Fire {Open} « Reply #3 on Nov 3, 2009, 9:54am »
((sorry it's taken me so long to get back to this thread, kay! with all the crap that's been going on, sienna is about the only muse i've had when i've had it at all, but now i think the rest are back! ))
Justin turned enough to look over at his partner, watching her go through her usual prep work for a torture session. He had seen her go through this so many times, and had even gone through it with her, Justin wasn't particularly phased. He had already seen the worst Kara could do, and in his current emotionally-numb state, the man was already as broken as anyone he and Kara had ever tortured together. At Kara's glib mood, Justin decided that if she wanted to play the game, he would play too. Sitting up and leaning his back against the wall as she pulled her gloves on, Justin retorted back to her, "Well, of course I'm cheery, love. I just knew I would be seeing my beloved partner today, and that just made me soooo happy."
As his lovely partner strode over to him, he didn't struggle as she pushed him down and sat on his waist. Another one off Kara's tricks he had seen before. And, yup, there was the stare-down as well. Justin wasn't going to make this simple for her, if that's what she was expecting. Meeting her gaze squarely, he steeled himself for a long session and resolved to make her work for it. "Of course I've missed you, darling. We were rarely apart as partners; this separation is simply eating away at me." As he spoke he slid his hands up her arms in a familiar gesture that used to lead to fun things between them, adding, "But couldn't you have come up with something new for your Justin? I mean really, how many times have I seen you do this? Pathetic, darling."
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Re: Scream. Aim. Fire {Open} « Reply #4 on Nov 11, 2009, 7:06pm »
How rude... Kara narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. She was examining the cuts and bruises she'd left on Justin only a few days prior, running her finger over the nearly open wounds. The Death Eater was staring at her former partner, delving deep into his eyes, seeking out the motive, the reasons, the "why" of the crime. He hadn't spoken of his reasoning, or what exactly happened that night, when he was caught. The only thing Kara knew was that he was a traitor, a man who swore on his life to be loyal to their Lord, to their guard, and put his life on the line to save her so many times...all she wanted was to know: why.
"I don't like doing this, Jay. I really don't. But you resisting is not making this any easier." She reached up to take a handful of his hair, tugging on it tightly. Her mouth was so close to his ear, her breath bounced off of his sweaty, hot skin. Kara was speaking the truth, though. She didn't like torturing him at all, but these were her orders. The difference between them, as it stood, was she was upholding her loyalty, her sworn oath to the Guard. "I know we were trained to resist torture, never to break. But if you would just talk, our Master will let you go."
Kara did not take her eyes off of her victim. Her former partner or not, Justin was her subject tonight, and she was not going to let her relationship with him get in the way. Forcing such power through her eyes, Kara tried with all her will and might to get the answers from her partner, no matter what. Even if she didn't out him to their superiors, she had to know for herself why someone would throw away their entire career, their entire life, by doing something so foolish. Reluctantly, she bit down on the Veritas capsule, letting some of the liquid spill into her own throat for this occasion (something she never did with her other victims) and in one quick motion she pulled his face to his, letting her tongue tangle with his. It was something that was entirely familiar between the two of them, as they had been intimate on more than one occasion, especially when they went out on traveling operations.
No, Justin had not seen her do this. In many situations, Kara has used her sensuality to torture, scheme and con, but this time it was different. She had only come in to physically torture Justin once before today, others coming in on their own shifts to help her, but she wanted something different out of tonight. Maybe he knew every inch of her naked body and then some, but Kara nad many different tricks he had not seen before. She was hoping he did not resist and shove her away before taking in the liquid, but it had such a good way of masking its taste, she was sure he would have swallowed most of it in their passionate kiss without even thinking about it.
"Tell me, love. Why did you do this?"
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