Countries and Planets and Torture, Oh My!
Who: Derek Rayne and Rip van Winkle
When: Saturday evening
Where: The prison, Western District
What: Rayne requests Rip's presence after this thread.
Warning: Mindfuckery ahead. Seriously.
The evening after her session with America, Rip van Winkle is on edge. She can't escape retribution, and no matter how silent she or America keep, word will eventually leak out and it's back to dealing with the irritating, whining masses and their mess of a government.
Truthfully, she doesn't know what to expect, as she walks the short distance between her home and Rayne's. Torture was his hot button issue, and mentioning anything at all to him prior to the event had been...well, pretty stupid, to be honest. Yet somehow Rip was having an unusual amount of trouble keeping anything from him. Perhaps some biological need that recognized Rayne as a superior warrior and thus compelled the vampire to respect him.
Perhaps something else.
She's brought her gun, of course expecting trouble, and over her arm is the poor remains of America's jacket, planned to bury it after this is over.
Arriving at the prison, Rip pauses, then picks up a rock and tosses it at the door. No need to get within arm's reach just yet, until she can find out just what Rayne wants.
When: Saturday evening
Where: The prison, Western District
What: Rayne requests Rip's presence after this thread.
Warning: Mindfuckery ahead. Seriously.
The evening after her session with America, Rip van Winkle is on edge. She can't escape retribution, and no matter how silent she or America keep, word will eventually leak out and it's back to dealing with the irritating, whining masses and their mess of a government.
Truthfully, she doesn't know what to expect, as she walks the short distance between her home and Rayne's. Torture was his hot button issue, and mentioning anything at all to him prior to the event had been...well, pretty stupid, to be honest. Yet somehow Rip was having an unusual amount of trouble keeping anything from him. Perhaps some biological need that recognized Rayne as a superior warrior and thus compelled the vampire to respect him.
Perhaps something else.
She's brought her gun, of course expecting trouble, and over her arm is the poor remains of America's jacket, planned to bury it after this is over.
Arriving at the prison, Rip pauses, then picks up a rock and tosses it at the door. No need to get within arm's reach just yet, until she can find out just what Rayne wants.