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Post by destler on Aug 2, 2012 11:15:18 GMT -5
Indeed it was footsteps that he heard. After taking one last jerk in an attempt at freedom and failed - naturally - his eyes looked up at the glaring light. Though it was dim, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness and this was practically blinding him now. Trying to look away and yet trying to get a look at the one who enter. He sneered when seeing it was Lenoir. And hearing him, too. "A supposedly gracious gift of water? After you put me here?" He was guessing, since this man was the last one he saw and was in a battle with. No doubt he put him here.
"And why... should I answer any of your questions? Hmm?" glaring back at Lenoir. "Since you seem to know the answer to them already." And tried to make a dramatic attempt at a futile escape. Not really to truly escape, not yet, but to make it look like he was trapped for certain and would never get out.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Aug 2, 2012 12:26:48 GMT -5
"I'm perfectly happy to leave you thirsty if you wish. Just thought I would offer. And I won't deny I put you here. You are a menace and a danger to the other residents of the mansion. I have done them a good turn. " Erik saw Destler try futilely to try to break free of the stock. It was sturdy and had undoubtedly held many prisoners stronger than even Destler. "Not much use in wasting your strength trying to escape, Destler."
Erik regarded his prisoner. He paced back and forth in front of him. "So tell me, what was your purpose in taking the little blonde Christine? I understand you thought she was a person named Carlotta, but still. What would be the point of killing such a person? I have known a Carlotta whose voice could make one's ears burn, and yet, I have not hurt her. What makes you wish to do that? Had she done you a wrong turn? Tell me. I wish to know."
Erik kept on pacing, then stopped immediately before Destler. "You may not be able to die, but I assure you, you shall wish for death if you are kept here long enough. Come, tell me, I am interested to know why you would try to kill an innocent girl like Mademoiselle DaaƩ..."
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Post by destler on Aug 7, 2012 18:06:41 GMT -5
Glaring at Lenoir from his locked stance at the stocks, "I'm not... thirsty," he bit out each words slowly with a grit and hiss through his teeth, hands curled into fists. Almost rolling his eyes as the other man babbled on. The look upon Destler's face was of angry annoyance, mostly glaring at Lenoir. "As if you are any better," he hissed.
"Oh, I will escape. Just as I did escape the Mausoleum," and suddenly he was kicking himself for saying that. But did it really matter? With a slight barely audible grunt and twist of his head, still watching Lenoir with that hellish gaze before rolling his eyes actually, " Oh, not this again. Didn't my answers already suffice? Are you not pleased with what I told you? Did you want me to say more? Did you want me to say I did it because I want Christine dead?" And that visibly made him twist in angst. No, Christine still held a place in his heart so to speak. How could he be angry with her? Well, he was. He was fearful angry with her. But the little blonde? "Honest mistake," he sneered with a wicked grin. "Perhaps I could.... make amends?" Holding his hands palm up with raised brows and a charming grin. "If she knew the Carlotta I knew, and she did look just like her, then she'd understand why I mistook her. Honest... mistake. Really." And Destler tried his best to lay on his little charm. Not that it would work. "Do you blame me for wanting to rid the world of a vile woman who's voice can make one's ears bleed? With a personality that makes you want to kill yourself."
Glaring at Lenoir, "since when did you become the Law?" Not that the Law got him before, he stayed well out of it's reach. And this man, was not going to keep him for long.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Aug 7, 2012 20:58:46 GMT -5
Erik smiled as Destler glared at him and said he wasn't thirsty. "Excellent. Then we can get right down to business. Erik winced a bit, impreceptably, when Destler said that Lenoir wasn't any better than himself. Erik didn't reply. He had of course killed and kidnapped, but he didn't plan to do it anymore and what's more, this was over Teressa. She was too exquisite a gem to end up with Destler. Right now she may not realize the danger she would be in if she were to let him get his claws in her.
Then Destler started in about his Christine. "You wanted your Christine dead? Whatever for? Did she not please you in some way?" Erik hoped to goad Destler into saying something incriminating.
"And the blonde Christine...honest mistake? Oh come now, Destler, don't tell me you couldn't tell the difference between Carlotta and this girl.... ridiculous! Perhaps we should have you fitted for spectacles... Erik was taunting Destler a bit with his sarcasm. Although he really did think it a very strange mistake to make.
When Destler went on about how vile Carlotta's voice was, Erik laughed. "The one I know has not only a horrid voice, but she is not pleasing to look upon either. And her personality would not win a blue ribbon even at a dog show. But there are certainly better ways to keep her from singing than killing her."
"And I am not the law. I am merely trying to keep a bit of decorum about the place. The problem with you, Destler is that none of us can trust you to act civilly. None of the women can trust you not to harm them if they say they don't care to be with you. Tell me, Monsieur, what shall we do with you?"
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Post by destler on Aug 8, 2012 13:32:30 GMT -5
Watching Lenoir with calculated eyes, catch hints of striking a nerve here and there. Ahhh, so he does have a past of which is questionable. Hmmm, he thought. But that was shoved to the back of his mind as the half-masked twit inquired further gaining reaction from Destler as he squirmed a little. "Dead? Why ever would I want Christine dead?" Though his voice was upset with her past actions, he never wished harm to her let alone death. Oh, sweet Christine.
He had to choose his words carefully and his gaze. Still rolling his eyes over the incident of this blonde Christine. Well, she did look like Carlotta! An annoyed sigh as he twisted his hand around in the stocks, flipping palm up then palm down. Trying to understand how this all worked and and perhaps how to escape.
He stopped a moment to look at Lenoir. "And so... I'm the root of your troubles? Are there others here you wish me not to see or know of?" Pausing as his hands flopped again as his eyes glanced about then back at Lenoir. "As if you were not disoriented when you came here." Glaring at Lenoir, "Honest... Mistake!"
He was waiting for that little something, be it information or moment to slip from this dreadful thing. Which... he was still trying to figure out how to.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Aug 8, 2012 18:06:32 GMT -5
"You just said, and I quote, I did it because I want Christine dead..." Erik didn't know for sure and he didn't know any details about Destler's Christine...but taking a wild guess, he said, "And how does your Christine feel about you? What would she think if she knew you were pursuing another woman?"
Erik noticed Destler trying to wriggle out of the stocks by twisting his hands. "Let me commend you for your quite amazing escape from the mausoleum. It was a feat that could be compared with some of the greatest escape artists. I tip my hat to you for that." Then Erik went on, still pacing in front of Destler, "However, you will find the stocks are impossible to escape from. It has been tried, but unless one is let loose by someone else, there is no escape.
"And of course I was disoriented when I arrived. But did I try to kill the first person I met? No. I met a girl who purported to be Christine DaaƩ, the name of a sweet angel I had known from the past and I was angry with the girl for her insolence in trying to pass herself off as this lovely girl, when clearly she was not the Christine I knew. .But did I try to hurt her? No. I questioned her and finally came to the conclusion that there must be more than one person with the same name. We came to be friends and I would never hurt her."
"Again, Destler, don't waste your effort in trying to break loose of the stock. It can't be done."
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Post by destler on Aug 9, 2012 16:06:41 GMT -5
Lenoir was more than annoying him, he was getting frustrated and angered. "I didn't say I wanted her dead," though that nearly was the case a couple times. "I said was that what you wanted me to say, that I wanted Christine dead," and grumbled under his breath. A little wiggle of his wrists as the wood was feeling a bit uncomfortable now. "Doesn't matter what she thinks of me any more, does it? She's not here!" He snapped at him, the anger in his voice becoming apparent. "Nor would she care!" though he had hoped that she would. But... she had nearly killed him a couple times. Nearly wiped him off the face of this earth. Despite all he did, all he wanted for her, everything... it was all for not in the end.
He barely sneered at Lenoir at the compliment as he at least made it look like he was trying to struggle out of the stocks. Oh, the show. And Lenoir was falling for it. The wood, was weaker than what it was some time ago. Granted it was still strong, there could still be a way.
A slight roll of his head and eyes, "Nice of you," he bit out with sarcasm. He didn't care, this Lenoir was becoming more than annoying. "Seems like you... get along," glaring up at him, "with everyone. Good for you." Again, more sarcasm.
Glaring at Lenoir. That half-mask fop was getting on his nerves. The blood began to boil as he was on the verge of all out roil and rage.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Aug 9, 2012 19:05:36 GMT -5
Erik smiled. He could see that he was annoying and angering Destler. He kept on wriggling his wrists to try to get away. Why did he even try? Even a saw or a pick for the lock would not help because purposely the hands were at an impossible angle to reach and work with any tools. And even if the hands were freed, what about the head? A conundrum indeed.
Destler argued all about the place concerning his Christine. He said that what she thought was not important because she was not here. "She may not be here now, Destler, but at the rate that people are arriving, I should not be surprised if she shows herself here within a short time." Erik had the suspicion, from how Destler acted, that perhaps he had not been as nice to his Christine as he purported. Of course that was all speculation.
Erik continued pacing. Normally his two inch heeled boots made no sound whatsoever, but on the concrete floor here in this chambre, Erik made every step sound on purpose as he slowly paced back and forth in front of Destler.
"You know, Destler, I would really like to let you go. I don't care to hold you here against your will. The only problem is that you will wreak havoc as soon as you are let loose. So, tell me, what am I to do? I expect that any promise that would issue from your lips would be null and void the moment I would let you free. Tell me, what would you do if I were in your place and you in mine? That is, of course, short of death, considering that I can die and you cannot. Or so you say. I do tend to believe you, though, You did escape amazingly from that mausoleum."
Erik knew that he was really in a bind. He could not kill the man, for he could not die. He could probably keep him here forever, but Erik didn't really wish to do that and eventually he might figure a way out or someone would let him out and then Destler would surely wreak his vengeance on Lenoir. He couldn't let Destler out because he would most likely spirit Teressa away. What could he do?
Erik crossed his right arm over his chest in a thoughtful pose. He tapped the large nose of his mask with his left forefinger. "There may be a solution. I shall wait until your Christine comes and bring her down here and allow her to let you out. Does that seem fair?" Erik smiled again. He really delighted in irritating Destler.
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Post by destler on Aug 12, 2012 20:48:37 GMT -5
Christine? Possibly here? Was Lenoir messing with his mind? Attempting to get his hopes up? To divert his attention from Teressa? This left him bewildered for a moment before turning his gaze to the pacing half-masked twit, glaring at him with a sneer. But did not voice a single response to that.
A huff-chuckle, "You lie. No... you wouldn't," in response to letting him go. He really was getting tired and beyond annoyed with Lenoir. The look on his face was betraying this. Finally Destler snapped and he struggled violently in the stocks. What he had been doing before was simply for show, but this time... this time was for real! At the cost of damage and pain to himself, he had to get free and deal with that oppressing bastard of a half-masked twit! Rocking hard against the stocks to loosen the base all the while he kicked at it. Pain was very evident upon his face as he roared in frustration along with the pain, as blood began to slowly appear from the areas where he was rubbing it raw against the wood. Even old wood over a hundred years old in a rotting place was bound to rot, too. Loosening the stocks, but it wouldn't yet break. He spit upon his wrists to mix with the blood as he desperately wiggled to free his hands from the stocks.
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Aug 14, 2012 12:01:17 GMT -5
Teressa could not believe what she was hearing....The sound of Destler roaring in pain made her peek around to look into the room. Lenoir had promised...but Lenoir was not hurting him. Destler was in the stocks, hurting himself in an attempt to get free. So Lenoir was keeping his promise.
So what was going on? Destler had...Destler had admitted that he'd gone after the little blonde Christine, but he kept saying that it was a mistake he'd made. Had he really intended to kill her?
Teressa pulled back for a second, back to the hallway. These men...it was causing her pain to watch Destler be in pain, but she wanted to go in there, to take Lenoir's hand and pull him away...She peeked back around into the room, hoping no one would see her...
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Aug 14, 2012 14:06:46 GMT -5
"If you wouldn't move about so much, my dear Monsieur, you would not cause yourself such pain and loss of blood. And I shall ask you once more, do you wish any water? Food or drink perhaps? I am not fond of seeing you suffer, much as you may think I do. If you don't care to listen to me anymore, as I have been told by quite a few people that I tend to talk too much, I shall hold my peace and leave you to think over your life. What say you, Monsieur Destler?"
It was true. Erik didn't care to torture his victims, unless there were a very good reason. He would much rather off them quickly and have done with it.The Punjab lasso was normally quite effective, but strangely, it didn't affect Destler the same way it did other victims. Destler could be kept prisoner for a length of time and the man could feel pain. He seemed to have scars all over from previous encounters. He wondered how the man had gotten such a power to ward off death.
"So Destler, what shall it be? Shall I keep you here until I find your Christine? I expect that if you are eschewing food and drink that you don't need them...and considering that you can't die, I suppose I could expect nothing less. I shall leave you here then. Bon jour, Monsieur." With that, Erik turned to walk to the staircase. He had almosst forgotten that he had asked Teressa to listen...
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Post by destler on Aug 26, 2012 11:45:12 GMT -5
This half-masked twit was more than getting upon his nerves! Yes he did talk too much! How many times must one offer a drink that was not wanted at current? Let alone offer anything to a prisoner he had no right to detain or restrain. Was this torture and interrogation or some odd new way of hospitality? How much can a person mindlessly ramble on about? Well, this mouthy half-wit was irritating Destler beyond comprehension and his struggle with the Stocks proved the determination to shut that motormouth before his own head burst in annoying boredom!
Not once did he notice. Teressa heck he didn't know Teressa was nearby! In his apparent rage of being treated like some vicious dog he laid the final kicks to the base of the Stocks with one final force of strength. He had weakened the old wood enough to now break it. No longer immobile but he was still imprisoned in the stocks. The lock would not be so easily shattered like the old wood unless the lock was made of less than desirable stuff. Poor craftsmanship allowed the person imprisoned to make for a fair escape. He can only hope that the lock was lacking in quality.
Stumbling to the side then rammed the end of the Stocks against the wall. A wincing cry of outrageous pain that the shockwaves were felt throughout his body as he staggered and nearly collapsed to his knees. Instead of halting his onslaught, he continued! Once more ramming the butt end of the Stocks against the wall and scraping it along rubbing the metal against the wall causing sparks to fly until the lock was mangled and had been torn from it's place.
Collapsing to the damp, cold floor as though he had killed himself. Remaining unmoved for a moment as he bled around his wrists and neck where the old wood had rubbed the skin raw. The stinging and ache of violent pain washed over him like a never ending tsunami. For a moment that seemed like an eternal nothing, he was unconscious.
With a slow groan he came around and slowly rose to his knees then feet as he removed the broken Stocks. His sights shifted to Lenoir, glaring at him with blood shot eyes before a staggered charge at Lenoir using what was left of the Stocks to somewhat help keep his balance.
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Sept 5, 2012 16:22:41 GMT -5
Teressa saw Destler charge at Lenoir, and didn't think twice. She ran in, planting herself between Lenoir and Destler, arms out, face turned away and eyes clenched tight. She didn't know if she'd get hit, but she didn't care. As long as no one else got hurt over this ordeal over her...
Why would these men fight over her in the first place? She was nothing special...But them...they both were geniuses, each had his own special talents, both of them were great musicians, and she admired the both of them very much. Lenoir was sweet to her, protected her, and had helped her when she first arrived. Destler was exciting, had helped her when she'd hurt herself, and - despite his intimidating nature - was always gentle to her...How could they make her choose?!
Why did she have to choose...God...She didn't know what to think...
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Sept 5, 2012 18:38:45 GMT -5
As Destler began to charge at Erik, suddenly Teressa put herself between the two men. Erik, concerned that she would surely be hurt if Destler continued to lunge forward, stepped in front of her. "Get out of the way, Teressa, I don't want you hurt!" said Erik. He was not sure what Destler was planning to do, but he picked up one of the large pieces of the stocks that had broken off and held it in front of him, in a threatening way. "Destler, so help me, I don't want to hurt you but I shall if you come any closer..."
What had Teressa been thinking, to put herself in harm's way? Which one of them was she defending...Lenoir or Destler? It was certainly brave of her to do so, but perhaps she was making her choice. Perhaps she would put an end to the fighting. Erik was tired of it. Who was she going to choose? Destler? Lenoir? Both? Neither?
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Post by destler on Sept 16, 2012 18:45:26 GMT -5
His staggered charge gained momentum as well as balance the closer he got to Lenoir. His eyes locked upon his opponent with vicious, deadly intent. Craning to swing that broken mess of stock behind him in preparations to lay a mortal blow upon Lenoir. Before he could execute the move the vision of Teressa in a burr now stood before him, between he and Lenoir. Forcing himself to freeze instantly and stagger to a dumbfounded halt. Staring at his Goddess with such a blank feeling wondering why she was doing this?
In another blurr she was gone with Lenoir before him once again as he lowered the remnant stocks, one end in his hand loosely while the other rested upon the stony ground. Dumbfounded still as he glared at Lenoir. Realizing now that he was panting and something warm was running down from his nose. With his shirt sleeve he wiped at it to glance down and see crimson now staining the cuff of his shirt sleeve. Touching his nose again and again to remove the blood. Glaring further at Lenoir. "Should have left us alone," he panted with upset exhaustion. His eyes shifted to look at Teressa and what she will do next.
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