7 • ㄅ ㄩ и ㄅ(Mat)

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then they'll kill you," she points out softly, frowning

[mationix]

"Kill me? I doubt that; considering how much you wanted to know the information, I don't think they would kill me, if they wanted information. I can't tell them anything if I'm dead, now can I?" He said with a smirk, like this helped everything.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Qe sould always askt he captain what was so important about that cargo, if he doesnt tell us, we can kill him too and then we'll know," she says," We'll know no matter what, love,"

[mationix]

"Right, because killing a person will get you the information you need," Elizah said dryly, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You obviously didnt hear a thing," she sighs," I'm going to leave now, bye, i'll be back in three weeks,"

[mationix]

He shrugged and leaned against the wall once more, a placid look on his face. "Doesn't matter what you really said." He flicked his fingers as a could-be airy wave. "Go out and enjoy yourself, I'll be here. Maybe."

[CrimsonMoon]

She laughs bitterly," Oh you'll be here... Notice the absence of windows? We're underground," the girl turns her back and heads for the door

[mationix]

"Oh please, you don't think I need a window to get out of here, do you?" Elizah drawled, putting his hands behind his head and leaning against the wall.

[CrimsonMoon]

She mumbles somethig beneath her breath that sounded 'and ye dont need to have a dick to be one' before opening the door..

[mationix]

"Just leave already, you don't particularly seem to want to stay," he said, closing his eyes. He was trying to get some sleep, even if it was a couple of minutes...

[CrimsonMoon]

She laughs," I actually find you quite entertaining, my dear," the door clicks shit but instead of receeding footsteps, they draw close until warm, soft lips peck his forehead," sleep tight,"

[mationix]

Elizah let out a snort, his muscles tensing a little at the kiss. "A-huh, sure. I'll tell you're little buddies you send you're regard," he said, flicking his hand as a "shoo-shoo" motion.

[CrimsonMoon]

She snickers and exits the room quickly

[mationix]

(Should we do a time skip?)

[CrimsonMoon]

sure X3)

-TIME . SKIP-

the last of the candles the girl had left for him were burning down, only a dying flame in a pool of wax. he'd been given a steady supply of food and water but always when he was asleep. It seemed they wanted him to feel utterly alone.. and it felt that way indeed... no sound came from outside, no voice other the the assassin's own... and as the darkness had prowled closer and closer to him.. it was slowly pushing him into the cage of madness... this was true torture. More agonizing then any physical torture was the lack of someone... of sound..

[mationix]

Elizah stretched, lacing his fingers together. He slowly stood up and frowned at the tray which held the glass and the plate of what looked like dry food that had been mixed with water or some other liquid. He slowly pushed the food away from him with his food, though grabbed the water. The assassin gulped the water down, his throat burning as he did so. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he walked around the place, the frown growing more and more prominent.

[CrimsonMoon]

a mouse skitters from his feet and into the shadows, a heavy 'thunk' suddenly sounding from the darkness... a door?

[mationix]

Elizah grimaced, feeling the weight of the litter creature running across his foot. His head snapped up as he heard the sound, and turned around to face the direction of the noise. He crept towards it, hand raised, as he squinted through the darkness, trying to find whatever, or whoever, was out there. The assassin pressed his hand along the wall, trying to find whatever had made that noise.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You alive?" the only familiar voice in this current... kingdom called to him a shape kneeling next to his ct and the dying candle,"huh.."

[mationix]

The assassin rolled his eyes, and turned to face the voice, a light sigh coming from him. "Of course I'm alive," he replied, glowering a little. "I've been through much worse," he continued, sniffing indignantly, like somehow that made him more special.