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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Oct 27, 2013 18:09:38 GMT -8
May 13, 2012 | 10:24 PM
“This,” Kellan said, for the thousandth time, “is going to be aces.”
He was speaking in hushed whispers, but it wasn’t enough to hide the enthusiastic lilt to his voice when he looked at Elaine with a dangerous glint in his eye. He swept his hand over the well-dusted double-doors, his fingers twining around the great mahogany intricacies that were emblazoned across, his other hand grasping the cold, lustrous gold of doorknobs. Kellan could see how excited he was through his distorted reflection. He grinned back at himself. “What d’you suppose hides behind these double-doors, Elaine?” he wondered aloud, flashing his white rows at his cousin standing behind him. He had no doubt that she was as excited as he was, but he was blinded and biased by his own. Kellan had convinced the girl to sneak through the house without making so much of a hushed shift in the air, or a little clink in the stillness. Even if there wasn’t much to sneak around, it was always good practice, he’d reasoned. Plus, it was fun, and that was the most important thing, right? Kellan thought so. He had both hands on the doorknob. “I’ll bet there’s a bunch of things behind these doors. There must be, or Mr. Giovanni wouldn’t have told us to stay away.” His adrenaline-pumped veins were proof enough that defying authority was the best fun they were ever going to have. He shivered. “Grab the other doorknob, Elaine, and we’ll open it together.”ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Oct 27, 2013 18:47:21 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends Elaine didn't resist the urge to roll her eyes - but she was sort of used to it now. This was always how Kellan was, and she supposed she wouldn't have it any other way. After all, what other person in her family could she convince to sneak into the downstairs cellar that was completely off limits? Well, actually anyone really. Everyone was always afraid of her father, and so that would hold her back. Not Kellan, though. Even if he was being a freeloader of her family at the moment (technically he was family, but not that close), at least he had guts. She liked that.
Which was why, right now, they were in front of the entrance. "I'd say... hmm, something top secret! Maybe we can use it to help us take over~" After all, what other reason would her father ban her from an area of the house? Sure, she hadn't been here for the longest time, so the layout had taken some getting used to in the beginning, but now this part was one of the only unexplored places.
It wasn't like it was some sort of torture chamber, right? Or worse yet, some sort of kinky sex dungeon.
God, it better not be that, else Elaine would have to bleach her eyes for the rest of eternity. But there was no denying that rush of rebellion that ran through her now - she was defying daddy and that felt like the best thing ever. Not that she didn't do it already, but this was like stepping over a huge boundary. Nothing she had ever done had been on this scale... but she was simply curious. And it was his fault for concealing it in the first place.
Now, Elaine hadn't really planned on jumping the gun. But she was so excited, could Kellan really blame her for being a little... well, hasty? Surely not, for she already grabbed the doorknob and she peered in and -
Well, she really should have expected this. No way her dad would just leave it defenseless, but it was nighttime and dark and... she was just making excuses at this point. Had she paid attention to her training she might've (and she stressed the might've, because her dad was a paranoid sort) been able to dodge said trap, but said trap had been too fast for her and to her horror she was trapped.
Literally trapped in a cage of lasers. If this was the sort of play that turned on her dad, for god's sake, she thanked silently she hadn't inherited that certain fetish from him. "Should've expected this from dad." She hoped that the trap didn't trigger some alarm. Elaine hadn't heard anything, because she was currently mortified at the situation. She was smarter than this, she was, but the certain lapse in judgement cost her. "Kellan, help me out of here, I can't even touch the thing because I'd incinerate to ashes. Daddy sure has some weird kinks..." ___________ fulfills contest challenge pack: character must get trapped, whether in a situation or physically trapped
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 1, 2013 19:59:30 GMT -8
In the movies, a well-placed scene where the heroine is trapped in a cage where the bars are menacing red lasers would be welcomed by Kellan. He would be on the edge of his seat, teeth on nails, beside himself with anticipation. What would the hero do? How was he ever going to free that damsel in distress? Never did he think that he’d be in the hero’s shoes. The heroes in the movies he enjoyed didn’t wear Skechers and Top-Siders. Kellan warily leaned in closer to the cage of lasers, peering at his trapped cousin from behind a pair of frameless glasses. The fact that these lasers could probably burn a hole through his skin sent a flutter through his chest—and not the good kind. “I never would’ve suspected Mr. Giovanni to be . . . ,” he started, and then caught himself mid-sentence, his face wrinkling into a frown that somehow looked both troubled and amused. “Actually, yes, this is the exact sort of thing I’d expect from your father.” When he said this, he tilted his head and searched for cameras; it wouldn't do to be caught on film talking about his uncle behind his back. He stepped away from the cage and ruffled the black bird’s nest atop his head, sheepish. He looked like a child caught with his hand stuck in the cookie jar and face smeared with cookie crumbs. “What do I do? I mean, it’s not like there’s going to be any old button lying around that deactivates the cage. In fact, if I find any button at all, I’m sure the least smart thing to do would be to entertain it and press it.”ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 2, 2013 1:05:52 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends "Wait, Kellan, don't get to close-!" At least Elaine's father had been courteous towards whoever this trap was intended for and given them a lot of space to stretch out in without fear of dying. Because she could lie down and still not touch any of the laser. Or so she deduced - Elaine did not fancy to try for herself. Maybe when, y'know, the consequence of not being right wasn't dying a horrible death. "Really, daddy, really?"
Nothing could convince her now that this was not a kinky sex dungeon, even though the rest of the room seemed relatively tame compared to the giant lasered cage holding her. But this was a cage, and Elaine darted through the very disturbing scenarios in her head that involved unspeakable acts in a cage staring her dad - and oh god that image didn't need to be there. Abort mission.
But it didn't change the fact that she was stuck in a cage and Kellan was being a dead weight there. "Hey. Dude. Get me out of here. Now." She was downright glaring at him now, daring him to defy her. Although honestly, it didn't hold much weight seeing that she was trapped on the inside of a deathly cage and he was not. In fact, he could leave any time and leave her high and dry - although she doubted he would.
"I don't know. Dad doesn't design things and tell me about it immediately. Hmm, this has got to be powered somehow..." She looked at the source of the red lasers. It was connected to the wall. "Shut the power down or something. You're the smart one here. And, you know, the one not trapped in a cage that, if you get too close to those lasers keeping you in an enclosed space, you die. Yeah." Honestly Elaine could better think of a way out than Kellan, at least so she told her ego. She didn't think Kellan was any smarter than her. And while her grades didn't show it, at least she was practical. "Push the red button, Kellan, I dare you." God forbid there actually be a red button. If Kellan pushed it, she reckon he'd be as stupid as hell.
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 3, 2013 21:04:52 GMT -8
“How can you not push the red button?”Unsatisfied, Kellan leaned in near the cage of lasers. There was a steady hum in the air—he could feel warm, faint vibrations against his cheek. He took note to not get too close—his hair jutted out at strange angles (he often wasn’t aware of how his own hair was behaving; looking into mirrors was something he had to consciously decide), and he didn’t want to get singed. “Well, we know it’s running on some sort of power,” he said, stepping back. “Probably a generator somewhere. Where it could be is the question.” His hands were delicate as he patted for his incorporeal phone—that is to say, he didn’t actually own a phone. He despised them. He’d rather write a letter. “In the movies,” he mused to himself, “we could use a mirror of some sort to reflect the lasers.” It was a sobering thought—Elaine usually had one on her. He looked up with an eyebrow cocked upward, his lip curled in expectation. “Or,” he said, jerking his head toward the open doors, “I could check in there.” The darkness past the wood beckoned to Kellan, begging to be explored. He could feel his heart responding to their calls—but he didn’t want to leave his cousin alone. “What d’you think?”ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 4, 2013 21:37:40 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends "If we die here, it's your fault, you got that?"
Honestly, Elaine had half the mind to pull him closer and singe half his hair off using said lasers. But that would be a risky move for the both of them. His hair could catch on fire and he could burn to death or she might... well, the point was that as much as she wanted to shake him right now, she couldn't. She could only fume in her little cage and curse her dad as much as she could.
She tried waiting patiently for him to figure something out, but honestly? Elaine felt more impatient as time ticked on. She was stuck in this cage, and he wasn't - didn't he know how much she wanted to get out? What if he was the one in here, what then? But he kept musing, and he had a pretty good idea on what he could do. Now if only he'd act on it, then it would be perfect. But, ah, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do besides look pretty and wait for him to rescue her like some damsel in distress. While the title suited her in some cases, now was not one of those. "I would be delighted and just downright ecstatic if I were let out the cage." Now take the hint, that imbecile.
Kellan was right, Elaine did sometimes bring a mirror in her person. But it was late at night, and she was in her own home for crying out loud. She didn't need a little pocket mirror when she could just admire her own reflection on a bigger mirror that made her look that much better. Plus, her little portable mirror was good, she didn't want to risk it getting damaged. Although it getting damaged would probably have been the least of her concerns had she actually brought it along with her. "Those are in movies. I doubt daddy would be stupid enough to install lasers that could be easily reflected, anyways. Don't look at me like that, I'm not vain carry a mirror around with me in my own home."
Elaine didn't like having Kellan leave her, but she didn't like being stuck in a deadly cage, either. And she figured, letting Kellan leave her to figure out some way to get out of this situation was the lesser of two evils. "Go on, I'll be here. Taking a nap. Examining my nails. Redoing my hair. I mean the faster you find how to get me out of here, the better."
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 10, 2013 18:03:37 GMT -8
Kellan’s bottomless curiosity was a physical characteristic unique to him. His father was a charming man with a talent for taking a room and shaking its hand, but he toed the line, unlike Kellan, who hurdled over it; and his mother? He hardly knew her. “I’ll be back,” was all he said before he pushed open the door and disappeared into the murky black. It was equal parts a reassurance to Elaine as it was a hopeful promise to himself. Immediately, the air was dank, and he could hear the slight scuffle of his socks against stone. Kellan squinted as though it would aid his sight, but the little light that poured in from behind him was swallowed by the darkness. Elaine might giggle at the swear word—softened by Kellan’s saccharine accent—that wafted through the crack, following the sharp sound of sliding feet; behind the doors was a spiraling staircase, and Kellan had nearly tripped onto his tender rump. “I’m okay!” Kellan, with a hand on the wall, began his descent dusting his rear and muttering something about grip. As he walked, the atmosphere grew thicker; it pressed down on his back with cold hands, and Kellan felt like he was walking through an invisible bog. The steady rise of anticipation was dangerous, accompanied by a thudding heart like a sledgehammer and a trickle of sweat that ran down the back of his neck. Perhaps “walking into a monster’s stomach” was a better expression to describe how he felt. His fingers reached a block—a cold, metal-feeling one that jutted out of the cobblestone wall. He felt it gingerly, his hands swarming over the thing like bees swarmed honey, and determined that it was a box coming out of the wall. Was it really that easy? “I think I’ve found it!” he called. He felt the ridges and valleys, and, finding purchase on what he assumed was a handle, began to pull. He grunted with effort—Kellan had never been the strongest boy, but he’d never been bothered by it until now. It gave a little after a minute of pulling, but didn’t open. “Bollocks,” he said. It took another minute of tugging, and when the door finally groaned into submission, Kellan found himself hesitant to probe. He couldn’t actually see that it was a generator, and if it was, what was he going to do? He didn’t bring anything with him to cut wires. He admitted, the thought of abolishing the whole mansion’s power supply was a doozy, but he didn’t know if he was ready to face those consequences. Well. Elaine was up there, waiting for him. He reached in, and gave a little gasp of surprise. It certainly felt riddled with wires that begged to be cut and maimed—it was a robot’s small intestines, wired, squirmy, and accompanied by a disturbing feeling of reaching into a something. He could feel little handles that were felt rusted into place. Which was just as well, as he didn’t feel like flipping clandestine switches. “Now what?” he breathed, his hand ensnared and drowning in the tangle of wires that he couldn’t see. He patted himself down for something, anything—it was paramount to exhaust all options before diving into the realm of stupidity. And he knew he didn’t have anything useful. He was only stalling. “Okay,” he said, and then, wincing, he pulled. At first, there was nothing but resistance. He pulled—tentatively at first, then more firmly. When he found that he was going nowhere, he didn’t hesitate to reach in with his other hand and pull with all his might. He should have seen it coming, it retrospect. The light was a flash grenade—blinding and brief, but with a nasty side-effect. His scream fell with him, and then he was tumbling down the staircase, his hands steaming, stripped raw, and burning with the force of a thousand suns. ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 11, 2013 20:29:43 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends Pleased with herself, Elaine tried to find a comfortable position in the cage (easier said than done) while Kellan descended into the distance to the place where she could not see. He was a great sidekick, and she was glad he was, but he was intruding on her house. At least he wasn't a girl, that was good, else she would have had to share her own room with that little dipshit. And she wasn't sure how horrible that situation would have been. Elaine didn't think she could be able to take more of his eccentricity, to be honest. She just wanted out of this cage, and breaking the rules was actually a very bad idea. She was wondering if she should go explore more (she was horribly tempted, to be honest), but she was a little afraid of what may come (knowing her dad, death may be a possible option).
She had ignored most of what was coming from his mouth, although she couldn't ignore the really loud scream. So much for being subtle. Now, Elaine assumed that he had gotten hurt. But in the process, the lasers did disappear. Probably due to whatever the hell he did. "Thanks. You okay?" She yelled, very loud, since hell with it, he was loud so she was going to be. But she didn't move. She moved out of where the lasers had been, but not down to help her poor cousin. Whatever he did, well, that was his fault. "The heck did you do, Kellan?"
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 11, 2013 21:00:38 GMT -8
Kellan, under normal circumstances, was the ebullient being that prodded and poked. Elaine was one of the special circumstances. “What I did was save your bloody arse!” he yelled, his tone soured by a hoarse throat and the litres of venom at his princess of a cousin that couldn’t be bothered to help a mate out. He pushed his body against the rounded wall and up, stumbling to his feet without the privilege of sight or the use of his hands that were—as far as he could feel—singed into matching pairs of charcoal, and began to trudge up the stairs at a heavy pace. He was too beaten to think of something venomous to say when he saw Elaine—he would take care of that later. When he stepped out from the doors, he inspected his hands: they were red, peppered by the sickening colour of black and raised skin. He winced behind his glasses, all the vigour of adventure (temporarily) excused from his visage. “Thanks,” he said, sounding too bright to be sincere. “I appreciate the concern.”ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 11, 2013 21:25:01 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends Okay so Elaine was a spoiled brat and a princess to boot. Kellan really shouldn't have been so surprised. "I asked if you were okay!" The girl couldn't help but be a little annoyed at her cousin. Okay, so maybe she could have showed more concerned. "Sor-ry!" But she honestly could not bite back the sarcastic and irritating tone she was taking up with him right now. Ugh, what a pain, she didn't want to deal with this right now. Okay, maybe she was wrong, this was her cousin and she should show a little more concern. At the moment she may have been more concerned about herself (as she nearly always was), and elated she was not trapped by lasers anymore.
"What the hell happened to you?!" He was a sight to behold, alright, and not in a good way. Elaine was a little bit appalled by how he looked right now. So that was what happened. It made perfect sense why he was a little angry, but Elaine was a little angry at his attitude right now. He had no right - didn't he know whose house he was staying at? He was being such a... such a freeloader!
"You're lucky I gave you concern." Irritated Elaine was irritated. "Let me see your damn hands, idiot."
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 11, 2013 21:48:12 GMT -8
“No need. I’m perfectly fine.” He edged away from his cousin’s attempt at consideration (and, knowing Elaine, it really was the thought that counted). He was sulking—upset, cheesed, and his hands were steaming with the memory of the burn. He didn’t know how he was going to sleep with it, but he would have to. He offered a sideways glance; a compromise in the fact that they were in a camaraderie against Mr. Giovanni’s wrath. The consequences for their failed stunt, he noted with a frown, were going to be dire, and he wanted nothing more than to fall into bed, roll over, and die. He cringed—a process that involved not just his facial features. “Your dad is going to be pissed.”Maybe not die. Maybe a temporary hibernation. He’d go to sleep and wake up two months later. By then, everything will have simmered down a bit. “Let’s go. I wanna sleep.”The burning ache lingered in his hands, and he thought to rub them. But then he thought again, and left them to sway at his sides. ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 12, 2013 0:20:32 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends "Excuse me for trying to help." Ungrateful little son of a bish. From what Elaine saw of his hands (he really shouldn't have gone that extreme just for her), they were burnt and they needed some sort of treatment. But when he was treating her like that, well, she wasn't sure if she wanted to help him or not. She was a bit pleased that he had gone through all that trouble to save her, but he really didn't have to. Now she felt like she owed him, or something like that, and she hated that feeling.
She also could have affording him a little sympathy, but the thought just hadn't passed her mind at all. Now the thought passed her mind all too much, and she was starting to feel stupid herself (not a great feeling she was having), and a little embittered by his icy attitude. It only took her like a minute, one minute, to realize she was supposed to help him, that he was in a great deal of pain there for her sake. And then he had to bring up the prickly subject of her dad. "Crap, daddy's gonna be so mad at us!" Because there was no way in hell her dad was not going to notice that the giant laser cage had been set off.
"Your hands." But he pushed her away one time too many, and she was so damn irritated with how he was acting that she just gave up and decided it was his own damn problem, and that if it scarred it was his own damn fault. "Fine. I'm tired too." A little hmmph at the end and they had parted ways to their respective bedrooms.
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