--To Speak with the Dead [TheSilentHalls]
Nov 15, 2012 17:26:17 GMT -6
Post by Bry on Nov 15, 2012 17:26:17 GMT -6
Aqualad:
"...I live." murmured a partially relieved, mostly woeful seaman's voice, the likes of which Garth couldn't recognize as his own right away.
Aqualad wasn't nearly as annoyed at being duped by Control Freak as the crazy little rotund orange might have predicted him to become. Instead, as he slowly came back to his senses in the little room he'd started this traumatic tournament in, he was only disappointed in himself.
So instead of grinding and gnashing of teeth into the camera, Brooks only hoped to make contact with the devious Games planner, and put forward a request on behalf of the last friend he'd seen before his surprise demise.
How did these Games work again?
Couldn't the audience send in help for its favourites to win?
The Prince was glad he'd read the series with Speedy and knew about audience support.
...at some enormous price though, no doubt.
He hadn't been back in the cell for long to realize just how badly Speedy would need medical equipment, but there would at least be a request to get the guy something for his ear. He didn't realize in asking for support the way he did that it might be enough to get the archer a very solid set of recovery material. He rose to his feet, speaking at the screen that flashed from contestant to contestant, wanting very much to see Control Freak answer his call and replace those scared, grim and sad images of his Titan comrades.
"I beg askance of parley. Parley! With Hi'sire Freak, if't be possible. Might you not send Friend Speedy and Milady Ink whatever medical aid they require based on the extent of their injuries? I shall pay...whatever it is you ask of me. I pay with my honour, my dignity, my all, if need be. Perhaps you wish to kill me again? Gladly, dispose of me in truth, if't benefit my friends. Name thy price." He tried to disguise the disdain when mentioning being killed directly by the psycho fanboy.
Now, from what the trapped Atlantean could see from the screens, they were both in need of some sort of medical attention. He would have been much more specific knowing the extent of pain emanating from both contestants' shoulder and arm areas, though.
The camera-angles weren't that kind.
Garth paused, swinging his legs over the bedside to sit as he was still woozy from just awakening, and made one more request he hoped had a chance of being delivered upon.
"Also, if't please Hi'sire Freak, might a message be delivered to Milady Ink..?"
'If you are reading this, I have fallen. But! Rest assured, Milady. Help is soon to be upon you. I only wish 'twere from me. -Garth'
Brooks wasn't sure if they would let the message through, but it shouldn't be any tip-off about the false deaths of these Games even if Ink did receive the note; he'd written it as though he'd sent in long in advance, perhaps even before they'd left their initial cells, and he'd struck a deal with Control Freak to send it if Garth were to die. This was the only way he could think of to reach her now.
And he trusted Speedy to carry out his favour, but he didn't try to send Speedy any note. The medical care package could be anonymous since none of them really knew how much of an audience they had, but a note would invariably be more personal, and would either break Speedy's determination or cause him to suspect something was...he almost laughed here, 'fishy', about Aqualad's 'death' if he were getting convenient notes from him about medicine thought up 'in advance' to help in case Speedy were mortally, or at least seriously injured, and Control Freak would be less likely to send Speedy a note like that so as to protect the mystery quality of the Games.
Garth had full confidence then, without any attempts to send Roy a note, that no matter what state his best friend was in, Roy would make it to Ink.
Call it the pure heart of a naive seaprince, but watching Roy's determined trot, he believed.
~
--Control Freak--
After making sure things were running smoothly in the Game Center before his upcoming absence, Control Freak walked down one of the underground hallways, a certain skip in his step that could only be achieved by getting his way.
It could therefore be assumed that Control Freak didn't skip often. He planned to make the most of it.
He began to whistle as well.
He was traversing what he liked to call the Silent Halls. Seventeen rooms lined the long white aisle, and each one was primped and ready for it's next occupant. At the end of the hallway was the Operation Room, where the 'dead' were put back together before being wheeled out, strapped to their tables of course, should they awaken before making it to their respective rooms. In the wall of each room was a six-inch-thick pane of glass creating a large window. Telephones were hung up on either side of the window, and it gave off a very 'prison communication center' feel.
Because that's more or less what it was.
If he had nothing else going for him, the pumpkin-esque man had intelligence. He knew very well that, should he let one of the Titans in the same room as himself, they'd kill him as soon as look at him. So he prepared. Cause obviously he couldn't not interact with his murder victims....
Reaching the first room, Control waltzed himself up to the window and peered in, like he was at the zoo, marveling at the beautiful creatures before him. This beautiful creature happened to be Aqualad, and he was chatting with the television in his room.
Control Freak blinked, a little taken by surprise with the guy's calm demeanor, but then he snapped back into his chipper mood. He ran his fingers over the window, giving an annoying little tap to the pane of glass, and then picked up the telephone on his side and waited as patiently as was possible for him.
OoC:
Just a reminder, the Silent Halls are completely soundproof if one does not speak through the telephone (Hence the name of the hallways. XD) And they are still underneath the arena, ergo they are still rendered powerless. ^^
One more thing. If anyone doesn't feel like playing their eliminated character, I'll pass them up for a chat when they die. ^^ Just lemme know.
"...I live." murmured a partially relieved, mostly woeful seaman's voice, the likes of which Garth couldn't recognize as his own right away.
Aqualad wasn't nearly as annoyed at being duped by Control Freak as the crazy little rotund orange might have predicted him to become. Instead, as he slowly came back to his senses in the little room he'd started this traumatic tournament in, he was only disappointed in himself.
So instead of grinding and gnashing of teeth into the camera, Brooks only hoped to make contact with the devious Games planner, and put forward a request on behalf of the last friend he'd seen before his surprise demise.
How did these Games work again?
Couldn't the audience send in help for its favourites to win?
The Prince was glad he'd read the series with Speedy and knew about audience support.
...at some enormous price though, no doubt.
He hadn't been back in the cell for long to realize just how badly Speedy would need medical equipment, but there would at least be a request to get the guy something for his ear. He didn't realize in asking for support the way he did that it might be enough to get the archer a very solid set of recovery material. He rose to his feet, speaking at the screen that flashed from contestant to contestant, wanting very much to see Control Freak answer his call and replace those scared, grim and sad images of his Titan comrades.
"I beg askance of parley. Parley! With Hi'sire Freak, if't be possible. Might you not send Friend Speedy and Milady Ink whatever medical aid they require based on the extent of their injuries? I shall pay...whatever it is you ask of me. I pay with my honour, my dignity, my all, if need be. Perhaps you wish to kill me again? Gladly, dispose of me in truth, if't benefit my friends. Name thy price." He tried to disguise the disdain when mentioning being killed directly by the psycho fanboy.
Now, from what the trapped Atlantean could see from the screens, they were both in need of some sort of medical attention. He would have been much more specific knowing the extent of pain emanating from both contestants' shoulder and arm areas, though.
The camera-angles weren't that kind.
Garth paused, swinging his legs over the bedside to sit as he was still woozy from just awakening, and made one more request he hoped had a chance of being delivered upon.
"Also, if't please Hi'sire Freak, might a message be delivered to Milady Ink..?"
'If you are reading this, I have fallen. But! Rest assured, Milady. Help is soon to be upon you. I only wish 'twere from me. -Garth'
Brooks wasn't sure if they would let the message through, but it shouldn't be any tip-off about the false deaths of these Games even if Ink did receive the note; he'd written it as though he'd sent in long in advance, perhaps even before they'd left their initial cells, and he'd struck a deal with Control Freak to send it if Garth were to die. This was the only way he could think of to reach her now.
And he trusted Speedy to carry out his favour, but he didn't try to send Speedy any note. The medical care package could be anonymous since none of them really knew how much of an audience they had, but a note would invariably be more personal, and would either break Speedy's determination or cause him to suspect something was...he almost laughed here, 'fishy', about Aqualad's 'death' if he were getting convenient notes from him about medicine thought up 'in advance' to help in case Speedy were mortally, or at least seriously injured, and Control Freak would be less likely to send Speedy a note like that so as to protect the mystery quality of the Games.
Garth had full confidence then, without any attempts to send Roy a note, that no matter what state his best friend was in, Roy would make it to Ink.
Call it the pure heart of a naive seaprince, but watching Roy's determined trot, he believed.
~
--Control Freak--
After making sure things were running smoothly in the Game Center before his upcoming absence, Control Freak walked down one of the underground hallways, a certain skip in his step that could only be achieved by getting his way.
It could therefore be assumed that Control Freak didn't skip often. He planned to make the most of it.
He began to whistle as well.
He was traversing what he liked to call the Silent Halls. Seventeen rooms lined the long white aisle, and each one was primped and ready for it's next occupant. At the end of the hallway was the Operation Room, where the 'dead' were put back together before being wheeled out, strapped to their tables of course, should they awaken before making it to their respective rooms. In the wall of each room was a six-inch-thick pane of glass creating a large window. Telephones were hung up on either side of the window, and it gave off a very 'prison communication center' feel.
Because that's more or less what it was.
If he had nothing else going for him, the pumpkin-esque man had intelligence. He knew very well that, should he let one of the Titans in the same room as himself, they'd kill him as soon as look at him. So he prepared. Cause obviously he couldn't not interact with his murder victims....
Reaching the first room, Control waltzed himself up to the window and peered in, like he was at the zoo, marveling at the beautiful creatures before him. This beautiful creature happened to be Aqualad, and he was chatting with the television in his room.
Control Freak blinked, a little taken by surprise with the guy's calm demeanor, but then he snapped back into his chipper mood. He ran his fingers over the window, giving an annoying little tap to the pane of glass, and then picked up the telephone on his side and waited as patiently as was possible for him.
OoC:
Just a reminder, the Silent Halls are completely soundproof if one does not speak through the telephone (Hence the name of the hallways. XD) And they are still underneath the arena, ergo they are still rendered powerless. ^^
One more thing. If anyone doesn't feel like playing their eliminated character, I'll pass them up for a chat when they die. ^^ Just lemme know.