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Alexanders Odd Encounter Sr Simon 240301
Alexander's night takes a surreal turn when three masked individuals, eerily resembling characters from the old cartoon show "Ed, Edd n Eddy," break into his cozy, marigold-walled living space. Despite the oddity of the situation, Alexander meets it with a weary resignation rather than panic. Attempting to negotiate, he's quickly overpowered by the trio wielding tasers instead of succumbing to his request to disarm. The confrontation escalates rapidly; Alexander is tased and struck unconscious in a scene that blends grotesque violence with a bizarrely comic undertone. As he lay incapacitated, the attackers wrap him in a carpet and transport him to an abandoned location, signaling the start of a darker chapter in the night’s events.
In this grim setting, Alexander finds himself bound and hooded, sensing the amateurish nature of his captors' intentions. Despite the precarious situation, he attempts to maintain a semblance of control, which is briefly disrupted by painful and clumsy attempts to draw blood from him, hinting at their belief in his supernatural usefulness. Alexander’s resilience shines through as he exploits the shoddy nature of his restraints, freeing himself in a chaotic scene where incompetence leads to violent, if accidental, retribution among the attackers. Utilizing his hidden strengths, Alexander manages to subdue his captors, calling upon the Order for assistance. The story concludes with the attackers detained, awaiting trial amidst a backlog of cases, reflecting on the bizarre and dangerous lengths to which people will go for a taste of power.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRSimon):SRSimon)
[Tue Feb 27 2024]
In a small but comfortable living room and kitchen combo
Marigold walls warm up this small space, leading down to cool tile floors that are kept swept to pristine cleanliness, which given where the home resides is quite the task and a testament to whomever lives here. The room is well afforded with restored thrift found midcentury furniture, sharing in similar coloring as the walls and the rug that covers up a bulk of the chilly floor.
The kitchen is just big enough to have a two-seater table, the marigold walls lined with a few cupboards. The apartment-sized appliances are not exceptionally new but are rarely cluttered or dirty.
It is after dusk, about 40F(4C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
(Your target is abducted by humans who believe that the target can help make them supernatural. They need to either get out of the situation themselves, or stall for long enough for their allies to come save them.
)
Alexander whistles cheerily in the shower. Moving to get out and start his day. He's texting on his phone casually, reaching out of the shower to do so without a care in the world.
It's a great way to start the day, or the night, really. Is there anywhere better to clear one's mind and reorganize their thoughts than the shower? The warmth, the steam. The sound of the water muting anything else that you might've heard if you hadn't been in there?
On that note, Alexander isn't alone this evening, though he may not quite realize that just yet. The door to the apartment swings open, and three mask wearing figures sneak into the place - their heavy boots surprisingly quick as they stalk about the place.
Alexander wants to be surprised, you know? This is the kind of thing that should be surprising. It'd be wonderful if his response was 'oh shit' or 'ahhhhhh' but instead he just kind of lets out a weary sigh.
Instead he whistles. "Hey folks, please put down any weapons so I can come out an chat, yeah?"
Alexander may not be surprised, but the three masked and armed fellows in his apartment sure are. They exchange looks through the eyesockets. Oh, and their masks? Ed, Edd and Eddy. Very cartoonish. Their body shapes generally match the old cartoon characters too.
The apparent leader of the bunch, Eddy, raises his voice to call back, "We've put them down. Come on out, with your hands up." They certainly haven't put their weapons down, but how would Alexander know?
scoffs. "I'm very not stupid," Alexander insists, as he flicks his hand out. "But the guns down or this gets messy."
The trio of intruders all look amongst themselves, and there's a shared sort of decision and conclusion reached. They lower their semi-automatic weapons, only for them all to raise tasers in quick succession. There is the crack of the devices going off, and three sets of prongs fly across the apartment space, and towards Alexander's naked and likely damp body!
Alexander pushes the door open as multiple electric prongs strike him and shock his body! It hurts, a lot! He lets out a loud groan and his body, no longer obeying any subtle electrical impulses, hits the ground.
Poor fellow. Alexander is sent tumbling to the floor, twitching and writhing as the trio continue to shock him. Hell, one of them, Ed, even laughs as the poor man's naked body flails about. "Look at his cock. It's twitching." He guffaws to his partners in crime, who afford him a long suffering sort of look.
The shocking grasp of the tasers continues, and continues, even as Eddy approaches, raising the butt of his rifle. "Good night, sweet prince." He drawls out, and then smacks the weapon into Alexander's forehead.
Alexander is blissfully unconscious to the taste of his own blood as he bites his tongue from being electrocuted.
Alexander really does have the worst of luck. There's some rummaging about the apartment as he lies there in a puddle of water, body twitching and mouth full of blood - but eventually, having found little worth taking for their goals, the three stooges, as they were, wrap the man up in a carpet, and toss him in the back of a van. There's a bit of a drive, to the edge of the town and an abandoned shack that rests there - but eventually the water is roused back into consciousness by a pale of icy cold water tossed over him.
It's not a good situation, that much is apparent. His arms and legs are bound - by wrist and ankle, to the frame of a bed that's been up-ended and pushed against the wall. He can feel the coils of the metal frame pressing into his back. There's a hood over his face, robbing him of sight.
Alexander closes his eyes. This is less routine, of course. He takes a deep breath and exhales, well, it's not entirely new. Just lazier. Less clean. In a worrisome way. You know what you get with the syndicate. This was distinctly...amateurish.
Amateurish is apt, especially considering that as Alexander takes a few moments to centre himself he may note that the hood isn't quite thick enough. It's rough enough that he can make out shapes moving in the room, and the single bulb struggling to keep the dark back.
"He's awake, get him, Eddy." One of the men nudges another, who ends up skittering over towards the bound fellow. "This won't hurt a bit." He informs Alexander, which is a lie. There's a distinct pinch then, following a few motions, as a needle slips into Alexander's inner elbow.
"FUCK!" Alexander hisses and tries not to move. "The fuck are you people doing!"
"Hold still! Stop wriggling!" The man wearing the Eddy mask demands of Alexander, despite him already doing his best not to move. There's another stab, and another yet. The man is searching for a vein and he's doing a woeful job of it. "I said stop moving!"
Alexander says "Fuck me! STOP! CHRIST."
Alexander yowls and tries to tear at his restraints
There's a distinct snapping sound as the frame starts to just collapse beneath Alexander's efforts. Perhaps if these three had read the guidebook to henchmanning they'd have known not to use rusty, damaged equipment. "Hey! Stop! We only need a little!" Eddy snarls at Alexander, grabbing at him and trying to push him back - all that does is cause the frame to snap further, and pull away. Leaving Alexander with a hand largely free, only with a piece of thick metal attached to it.
Alexander swings the metal out and then tries to claw his blindfold off. "FOR WHAT!" he bellows, furiously.
The blow catches Eddy on the temple, knocking him out cold and sending him skittering to the side- where he bashes into the larger form of Ed. Now, Ed was still holding onto his firearm of course, which just so happened to be a shotgun. He was also not practicing gun safety. He's jerked, and pulls the trigger, which causes the gun to go off and blow a hole right through Eddy. Be careful who you get close to when it comes to Sanctuary, kids.
Ed drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes, his weapon going off as well. Bullets ping about the room, and flashes and cracks of gunfire fill the space. Alexander is amazingly missed by each and every round, though a few ricohet off of the frame, causing it to collapse and more or less freeing him at this stage.
"Idiot!" Alexander yells. He, if he still has his ring, attempts to call upon natural of this place to pull whoever armed and nearby down with vines, moving to try and disarm them. "Stop fucking shooting!"
He does indeed have his ring. You see, the man had stolen Alexander away in the middle of the night to steal his blood, and what they thought was the source of his power. They weren't trained professionals, just a few folks who hatched a scheme after hearing a bit of chatter about the town. The trio are bloodied, bruised and in the case of at least one of them, dying, and easily held back by the magic that Alexander wields.
Alexander would do what he can to save the mans life. Of course, a scatter shot to the chest without sanctuary is more of a finale than he's likely to ever get. He exhales and chalks it up. This is just, Haven sometimes. Power makes people lose their minds. He calls the Order to help. Mind wipes or...medical care or something. He doesn't even begrudge them. Maybe the one who laughed at his dick.
What a wild little misadventure. SRSimon is able to call in support from the Order, who arrive and go about reading out citations and rights to the three men, even as half of them bleed to death. Thankfully, they manage to get through it all before anyone dies, and they're able to save the life of all three. Who are taken away to a facility to await their trial date, which is about four years away. There's quick the backup, after all.
Quite the backup, rather.
In this grim setting, Alexander finds himself bound and hooded, sensing the amateurish nature of his captors' intentions. Despite the precarious situation, he attempts to maintain a semblance of control, which is briefly disrupted by painful and clumsy attempts to draw blood from him, hinting at their belief in his supernatural usefulness. Alexander’s resilience shines through as he exploits the shoddy nature of his restraints, freeing himself in a chaotic scene where incompetence leads to violent, if accidental, retribution among the attackers. Utilizing his hidden strengths, Alexander manages to subdue his captors, calling upon the Order for assistance. The story concludes with the attackers detained, awaiting trial amidst a backlog of cases, reflecting on the bizarre and dangerous lengths to which people will go for a taste of power.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRSimon):SRSimon)
[Tue Feb 27 2024]
In a small but comfortable living room and kitchen combo
Marigold walls warm up this small space, leading down to cool tile floors that are kept swept to pristine cleanliness, which given where the home resides is quite the task and a testament to whomever lives here. The room is well afforded with restored thrift found midcentury furniture, sharing in similar coloring as the walls and the rug that covers up a bulk of the chilly floor.
The kitchen is just big enough to have a two-seater table, the marigold walls lined with a few cupboards. The apartment-sized appliances are not exceptionally new but are rarely cluttered or dirty.
It is after dusk, about 40F(4C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
(Your target is abducted by humans who believe that the target can help make them supernatural. They need to either get out of the situation themselves, or stall for long enough for their allies to come save them.
)
Alexander whistles cheerily in the shower. Moving to get out and start his day. He's texting on his phone casually, reaching out of the shower to do so without a care in the world.
It's a great way to start the day, or the night, really. Is there anywhere better to clear one's mind and reorganize their thoughts than the shower? The warmth, the steam. The sound of the water muting anything else that you might've heard if you hadn't been in there?
On that note, Alexander isn't alone this evening, though he may not quite realize that just yet. The door to the apartment swings open, and three mask wearing figures sneak into the place - their heavy boots surprisingly quick as they stalk about the place.
Alexander wants to be surprised, you know? This is the kind of thing that should be surprising. It'd be wonderful if his response was 'oh shit' or 'ahhhhhh' but instead he just kind of lets out a weary sigh.
Instead he whistles. "Hey folks, please put down any weapons so I can come out an chat, yeah?"
Alexander may not be surprised, but the three masked and armed fellows in his apartment sure are. They exchange looks through the eyesockets. Oh, and their masks? Ed, Edd and Eddy. Very cartoonish. Their body shapes generally match the old cartoon characters too.
The apparent leader of the bunch, Eddy, raises his voice to call back, "We've put them down. Come on out, with your hands up." They certainly haven't put their weapons down, but how would Alexander know?
scoffs. "I'm very not stupid," Alexander insists, as he flicks his hand out. "But the guns down or this gets messy."
The trio of intruders all look amongst themselves, and there's a shared sort of decision and conclusion reached. They lower their semi-automatic weapons, only for them all to raise tasers in quick succession. There is the crack of the devices going off, and three sets of prongs fly across the apartment space, and towards Alexander's naked and likely damp body!
Alexander pushes the door open as multiple electric prongs strike him and shock his body! It hurts, a lot! He lets out a loud groan and his body, no longer obeying any subtle electrical impulses, hits the ground.
Poor fellow. Alexander is sent tumbling to the floor, twitching and writhing as the trio continue to shock him. Hell, one of them, Ed, even laughs as the poor man's naked body flails about. "Look at his cock. It's twitching." He guffaws to his partners in crime, who afford him a long suffering sort of look.
The shocking grasp of the tasers continues, and continues, even as Eddy approaches, raising the butt of his rifle. "Good night, sweet prince." He drawls out, and then smacks the weapon into Alexander's forehead.
Alexander is blissfully unconscious to the taste of his own blood as he bites his tongue from being electrocuted.
Alexander really does have the worst of luck. There's some rummaging about the apartment as he lies there in a puddle of water, body twitching and mouth full of blood - but eventually, having found little worth taking for their goals, the three stooges, as they were, wrap the man up in a carpet, and toss him in the back of a van. There's a bit of a drive, to the edge of the town and an abandoned shack that rests there - but eventually the water is roused back into consciousness by a pale of icy cold water tossed over him.
It's not a good situation, that much is apparent. His arms and legs are bound - by wrist and ankle, to the frame of a bed that's been up-ended and pushed against the wall. He can feel the coils of the metal frame pressing into his back. There's a hood over his face, robbing him of sight.
Alexander closes his eyes. This is less routine, of course. He takes a deep breath and exhales, well, it's not entirely new. Just lazier. Less clean. In a worrisome way. You know what you get with the syndicate. This was distinctly...amateurish.
Amateurish is apt, especially considering that as Alexander takes a few moments to centre himself he may note that the hood isn't quite thick enough. It's rough enough that he can make out shapes moving in the room, and the single bulb struggling to keep the dark back.
"He's awake, get him, Eddy." One of the men nudges another, who ends up skittering over towards the bound fellow. "This won't hurt a bit." He informs Alexander, which is a lie. There's a distinct pinch then, following a few motions, as a needle slips into Alexander's inner elbow.
"FUCK!" Alexander hisses and tries not to move. "The fuck are you people doing!"
"Hold still! Stop wriggling!" The man wearing the Eddy mask demands of Alexander, despite him already doing his best not to move. There's another stab, and another yet. The man is searching for a vein and he's doing a woeful job of it. "I said stop moving!"
Alexander says "Fuck me! STOP! CHRIST."
Alexander yowls and tries to tear at his restraints
There's a distinct snapping sound as the frame starts to just collapse beneath Alexander's efforts. Perhaps if these three had read the guidebook to henchmanning they'd have known not to use rusty, damaged equipment. "Hey! Stop! We only need a little!" Eddy snarls at Alexander, grabbing at him and trying to push him back - all that does is cause the frame to snap further, and pull away. Leaving Alexander with a hand largely free, only with a piece of thick metal attached to it.
Alexander swings the metal out and then tries to claw his blindfold off. "FOR WHAT!" he bellows, furiously.
The blow catches Eddy on the temple, knocking him out cold and sending him skittering to the side- where he bashes into the larger form of Ed. Now, Ed was still holding onto his firearm of course, which just so happened to be a shotgun. He was also not practicing gun safety. He's jerked, and pulls the trigger, which causes the gun to go off and blow a hole right through Eddy. Be careful who you get close to when it comes to Sanctuary, kids.
Ed drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes, his weapon going off as well. Bullets ping about the room, and flashes and cracks of gunfire fill the space. Alexander is amazingly missed by each and every round, though a few ricohet off of the frame, causing it to collapse and more or less freeing him at this stage.
"Idiot!" Alexander yells. He, if he still has his ring, attempts to call upon natural of this place to pull whoever armed and nearby down with vines, moving to try and disarm them. "Stop fucking shooting!"
He does indeed have his ring. You see, the man had stolen Alexander away in the middle of the night to steal his blood, and what they thought was the source of his power. They weren't trained professionals, just a few folks who hatched a scheme after hearing a bit of chatter about the town. The trio are bloodied, bruised and in the case of at least one of them, dying, and easily held back by the magic that Alexander wields.
Alexander would do what he can to save the mans life. Of course, a scatter shot to the chest without sanctuary is more of a finale than he's likely to ever get. He exhales and chalks it up. This is just, Haven sometimes. Power makes people lose their minds. He calls the Order to help. Mind wipes or...medical care or something. He doesn't even begrudge them. Maybe the one who laughed at his dick.
What a wild little misadventure. SRSimon is able to call in support from the Order, who arrive and go about reading out citations and rights to the three men, even as half of them bleed to death. Thankfully, they manage to get through it all before anyone dies, and they're able to save the life of all three. Who are taken away to a facility to await their trial date, which is about four years away. There's quick the backup, after all.
Quite the backup, rather.