Post by Stevie Harris on Jan 26, 2016 2:08:31 GMT -5
(OOC - Roleplay for another fed that sets up where the Stevie character is at the moment)
In the dead of the night, a shadow frantically hops the fence and runs. We can’t see the any standout features of this shadow, only the outline of the average shaped body as it brushes against trees and unkempt shrubs. It’s in a hurry. Nervous and afraid – running towards nowhere. The shadow is running and will not stop until the horrors it’s witnessed are simply a memory of nightmares.
EARLIER
We’re taken to The Sarrow residence which is currently being occupied by two people, neither of which are a Sarrow by blood. Both of them have had Sarrow blood on them however. Stevie’s most notable encounter came from when he hijacked the ring at Wicked 1, assaulting the young ward and putting him in a life or death situation. Bliss, who has now learned that not challenging her name name comes with benefits, like being able to sit in a different room. Most notably, one with a view of the outside world that has been a stranger to her for some time now. Her encounter with Sarrow blood came on her first night here. Stevie had commanded Jack Sarrow to fetch his belongings from the trunk of the car. What Stevie had failed to mention was that there was a girl in the back, tied and gagged. Bliss had come to terms with her life over the course of the long journey. From LA to New Orleans, tied up in pitch black with the sounds of the road and the muffled singing along to the hits of the 70’s to keep her company, thoughts of death and never seeing her loved ones again had started to creep in and eventually she began to believe that all hope was lost. Like an addiction to life, her realisation of her fate came crashing on her cold turkey – Bliss was beginning to accept her sobriety. Her end. Give an alcoholic a sip of rum and see how they react, that’s exactly the scenario that occurred when Jack opened the car trunk to find Bliss. What felt like an eternity passed when in fact mere seconds. Both her legs fully extended for the first time in days and suddenly the life junkie was back. The sobriety was over and Bliss was fighting for her next hit of life. Her feet struck his jaw, sending the surprised man stumbling back, jarring his neck in the process. As she attempted to manoeuvre her way out, struggling with the hands tied behind her back, Jack came at her again, this time attempting to put a hand on her shoulder or neck, we’ll never know since her jaw quickly snapped shut around his hand. The part where the thumb and index fingers meet. It’d also been a very long time since she’d eaten and while not consciously trying to eat this man, the blood that had ran off from his hand and into her mouth started a wildfire in her. Full of adrenaline, she bit harder as he fell backwards, the momentum of him falling was enough to help pull her out of the car. Her dress in tatters, she didn’t care what the world thought of her appearance for the first time in many years. The high was just beginning and when she got to her feet the very sobering fist of Stevie Harris was there to meet her.
“Darling, you’re not drinking your tea.” With the fakest of smiles, Bliss looks back at her captor. “That’s because it’s cold Steven.” A subtle little defiance that’s met with a look of contempt. Bliss has been playing by the rules set forward and as a result she’s been allowed out of the dark room she was being kept. She’s still tied up to a chair but now there’s no gag restraint and her left hand is free. In return for these small freedoms, Monica has agreed to put the name behind her. Any outbursts and Stevie had promised to return her to where she was in a much worse state and over the weeks, she’d learnt to take his word in matters such as these.
“I told you, I don’t like Steven. Steven is the name my mother gave me and you are definitely no mother of mine nor am I looking for one. And you’ve been told the rules, no hot beverages after Tuesday morning’s fiasco.” He is of course referring to a similar situation on Tuesday involving a hot, freshly brewed cup of tea being tossed in his direction. Quick reflexes made the bulk of it miss Harris but a portion still made its way to his chest, soaking through the vest and shirt leaving a burning sensation. The stovetop kettle was still hot, so when Stevie bought it over and grabbed Bliss’s hand, panic and fear ran through every inch of her body. He took her small hand inside the palm of his own and closed it before pouring the steaming hot liquid over the back of his fist. She struggled at first, the pain coming from the splashes and runoff of the top of his hand. She could see the skin on his arm turning red but when she looked to his face, his eyes showed no sign of pain as they looked into her soul. It was over in a few seconds. Harris calmly walked back to the kitchen while Bliss was left by herself, small red spots on her arm where the boiling water had splashed off of him and onto her.
“Speak up Bliss.” She nods, looking back to her arm where the red marks still remained. “No. No we don’t want a repeat of last Tuesday, Stevie.”
“Bliss, I see before me a strong, dominate woman waiting to be reborn. Not a pretender like that Genesis Hendrix. I see a true leader, capable of so much retribution. Capable of so much good. Capable of SO much… You’re the spark that’s going to light the world on fire.” The words mull around in her head, she thinks it’s just fluff to boost her ego but there’s a part of it that catches on. She’s heard him all week, ranting and raving under his breath and behind closed doors about that Genesis. She thinks she must have hurt him bad by the way he’s been carrying on. Most notably Bliss heard him yell out one morning “Strong dominate woman, MY ASS” which was followed by a loud crashing sound, like that of a vase or a plate being thrown into a wall. He was saying the right things to get under her skin, like a virus you instantly dismiss, planting its idea in your head.
It’s late at night now. The lights of the house are off save for one in the top corner which would be Stevie’s room. Jack Sarrow sees the light shut off from the bushes and sneaks across the lawn. He knows this house like the back of his hand and despite the small changes that have occurred to the grounds since his last trip home he’s still able to navigate the grounds with ease. Once inside he creeps up stairs, knowing just where to stand to avoid the old house creeks. He’d felt bad about his encounters with Stevie’s hostage. Jack had known Stevie for a while and had fallen under his spell but the minute he arrived with the girl tied up in the back, he knew he’d bitten off more than he could chew. ‘This is my chance for redemption, to make everything right’ he thought, as he pushed the unlocked door open to the room where Bliss was being kept. The torch he’d carried into the house, he turned on and pointed it towards the chair she was tied to last time he saw her and it was empty. He shined the light towards the bed where a figure lay under the duvet.
“Monica” he whispered, heading towards it. “Monica, it’s Jack. I’m here to take you home.” He places a hand on the figures leg and realises instantly that it’s too soft to be a human. Ripping the blankets back Jack finds pillows in place of a person. He hears a scuffle and turns in time to see the young blonde coming at him from the corner of the room with a weapon, swinging it wildly at his head. “My name is Bliss” she screams. She keeps screaming it as she swings more intensely, each time forcing Jack to take a step back in retreat until he bumps into something. Sarrow turns and shines the light on Stevie who greets him with a grin.
“Welcome home Jackie. We’ve missed you.”
Jack is visibly freaked out and pushes past his former mentor. He’s not afraid of his steps as he exits the house, making loud footsteps along the wooden halls. Once out the front door he runs and refuses to look back. He tried but he was no hero – just a scarred boy.
“My name is Bliss” recites Bliss, like a mantra. She’s stopped swinging the makeshift weapon as tears fall down her face. “Did I do well?” She asks, looking at the dark outline of Harris. “Yes darling, you did well.” He pulls the door shut and locks it, leaving her in the dark.
In the dead of the night, a shadow frantically hops the fence and runs. We can’t see the any standout features of this shadow, only the outline of the average shaped body as it brushes against trees and unkempt shrubs. It’s in a hurry. Nervous and afraid – running towards nowhere. The shadow is running and will not stop until the horrors it’s witnessed are simply a memory of nightmares.
EARLIER
We’re taken to The Sarrow residence which is currently being occupied by two people, neither of which are a Sarrow by blood. Both of them have had Sarrow blood on them however. Stevie’s most notable encounter came from when he hijacked the ring at Wicked 1, assaulting the young ward and putting him in a life or death situation. Bliss, who has now learned that not challenging her name name comes with benefits, like being able to sit in a different room. Most notably, one with a view of the outside world that has been a stranger to her for some time now. Her encounter with Sarrow blood came on her first night here. Stevie had commanded Jack Sarrow to fetch his belongings from the trunk of the car. What Stevie had failed to mention was that there was a girl in the back, tied and gagged. Bliss had come to terms with her life over the course of the long journey. From LA to New Orleans, tied up in pitch black with the sounds of the road and the muffled singing along to the hits of the 70’s to keep her company, thoughts of death and never seeing her loved ones again had started to creep in and eventually she began to believe that all hope was lost. Like an addiction to life, her realisation of her fate came crashing on her cold turkey – Bliss was beginning to accept her sobriety. Her end. Give an alcoholic a sip of rum and see how they react, that’s exactly the scenario that occurred when Jack opened the car trunk to find Bliss. What felt like an eternity passed when in fact mere seconds. Both her legs fully extended for the first time in days and suddenly the life junkie was back. The sobriety was over and Bliss was fighting for her next hit of life. Her feet struck his jaw, sending the surprised man stumbling back, jarring his neck in the process. As she attempted to manoeuvre her way out, struggling with the hands tied behind her back, Jack came at her again, this time attempting to put a hand on her shoulder or neck, we’ll never know since her jaw quickly snapped shut around his hand. The part where the thumb and index fingers meet. It’d also been a very long time since she’d eaten and while not consciously trying to eat this man, the blood that had ran off from his hand and into her mouth started a wildfire in her. Full of adrenaline, she bit harder as he fell backwards, the momentum of him falling was enough to help pull her out of the car. Her dress in tatters, she didn’t care what the world thought of her appearance for the first time in many years. The high was just beginning and when she got to her feet the very sobering fist of Stevie Harris was there to meet her.
“Darling, you’re not drinking your tea.” With the fakest of smiles, Bliss looks back at her captor. “That’s because it’s cold Steven.” A subtle little defiance that’s met with a look of contempt. Bliss has been playing by the rules set forward and as a result she’s been allowed out of the dark room she was being kept. She’s still tied up to a chair but now there’s no gag restraint and her left hand is free. In return for these small freedoms, Monica has agreed to put the name behind her. Any outbursts and Stevie had promised to return her to where she was in a much worse state and over the weeks, she’d learnt to take his word in matters such as these.
“I told you, I don’t like Steven. Steven is the name my mother gave me and you are definitely no mother of mine nor am I looking for one. And you’ve been told the rules, no hot beverages after Tuesday morning’s fiasco.” He is of course referring to a similar situation on Tuesday involving a hot, freshly brewed cup of tea being tossed in his direction. Quick reflexes made the bulk of it miss Harris but a portion still made its way to his chest, soaking through the vest and shirt leaving a burning sensation. The stovetop kettle was still hot, so when Stevie bought it over and grabbed Bliss’s hand, panic and fear ran through every inch of her body. He took her small hand inside the palm of his own and closed it before pouring the steaming hot liquid over the back of his fist. She struggled at first, the pain coming from the splashes and runoff of the top of his hand. She could see the skin on his arm turning red but when she looked to his face, his eyes showed no sign of pain as they looked into her soul. It was over in a few seconds. Harris calmly walked back to the kitchen while Bliss was left by herself, small red spots on her arm where the boiling water had splashed off of him and onto her.
“Speak up Bliss.” She nods, looking back to her arm where the red marks still remained. “No. No we don’t want a repeat of last Tuesday, Stevie.”
“Bliss, I see before me a strong, dominate woman waiting to be reborn. Not a pretender like that Genesis Hendrix. I see a true leader, capable of so much retribution. Capable of so much good. Capable of SO much… You’re the spark that’s going to light the world on fire.” The words mull around in her head, she thinks it’s just fluff to boost her ego but there’s a part of it that catches on. She’s heard him all week, ranting and raving under his breath and behind closed doors about that Genesis. She thinks she must have hurt him bad by the way he’s been carrying on. Most notably Bliss heard him yell out one morning “Strong dominate woman, MY ASS” which was followed by a loud crashing sound, like that of a vase or a plate being thrown into a wall. He was saying the right things to get under her skin, like a virus you instantly dismiss, planting its idea in your head.
It’s late at night now. The lights of the house are off save for one in the top corner which would be Stevie’s room. Jack Sarrow sees the light shut off from the bushes and sneaks across the lawn. He knows this house like the back of his hand and despite the small changes that have occurred to the grounds since his last trip home he’s still able to navigate the grounds with ease. Once inside he creeps up stairs, knowing just where to stand to avoid the old house creeks. He’d felt bad about his encounters with Stevie’s hostage. Jack had known Stevie for a while and had fallen under his spell but the minute he arrived with the girl tied up in the back, he knew he’d bitten off more than he could chew. ‘This is my chance for redemption, to make everything right’ he thought, as he pushed the unlocked door open to the room where Bliss was being kept. The torch he’d carried into the house, he turned on and pointed it towards the chair she was tied to last time he saw her and it was empty. He shined the light towards the bed where a figure lay under the duvet.
“Monica” he whispered, heading towards it. “Monica, it’s Jack. I’m here to take you home.” He places a hand on the figures leg and realises instantly that it’s too soft to be a human. Ripping the blankets back Jack finds pillows in place of a person. He hears a scuffle and turns in time to see the young blonde coming at him from the corner of the room with a weapon, swinging it wildly at his head. “My name is Bliss” she screams. She keeps screaming it as she swings more intensely, each time forcing Jack to take a step back in retreat until he bumps into something. Sarrow turns and shines the light on Stevie who greets him with a grin.
“Welcome home Jackie. We’ve missed you.”
Jack is visibly freaked out and pushes past his former mentor. He’s not afraid of his steps as he exits the house, making loud footsteps along the wooden halls. Once out the front door he runs and refuses to look back. He tried but he was no hero – just a scarred boy.
“My name is Bliss” recites Bliss, like a mantra. She’s stopped swinging the makeshift weapon as tears fall down her face. “Did I do well?” She asks, looking at the dark outline of Harris. “Yes darling, you did well.” He pulls the door shut and locks it, leaving her in the dark.