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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 13:11:34 GMT -6
Alek stood, hands cuffed in front of him. The orange jumpsuit stood out against the cool gray of the Russian water. The man in the police car fled away behind him. The driver thought it best to leave it up to the ship Captain to release him from his bonds....or perhaps up to whatever government this island nation had in mind. Alek cared not. His hands were soiled in blood, and he had no family left to speak of. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the tattoos that ran from his fight wrist, up his arm for a full sleeve and across his chest. Scars were everywhere under that jumpsuit.
His cold, green eyes stared ahead.
"Davayte pokonchim s etim...."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 14:48:23 GMT -6
Teresia stood at the bow of The Siren's Song as her second in command took the lead in docking the ship. Her mahogany hair flowed out like a cape, her girls all doing what they needed. And as the ship pulled into the allotted birth, she took hold of one of the ropes and swung down onto the dock leaning down to tie the Song up. Behind Tere, the gangplank was lowered, the other girls all going about their duties as Tere walked up to the man in orange.
"You speak English?" She asked, she half expected the man with his hands caked in blood to grunt like an animal instead of speak, but if he did understand her, she would have a few words for him before she even allowed his presence aboard her baby.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 16:01:19 GMT -6
Alek would cock an eyebrow.
"You speak Russian?"
His voice had a light Russian accent, admittedly. He hated when people asked him that off the bat. They were in his land- send someone who spoke his language to pick him up. It was like everyone on earth expected you to speak english. Which, unsurprisingly, was the case most of the time. He would grin.
"You are beautiful. Perhaps we have fun on the ship during our voyage, yes? I'm already nice and chained up for you."
He kept his grin.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 19:16:50 GMT -6
Tere rolled her eyes at his retort, shaking her head. "Come on, comrade." She said and reached to grab his arm, squeezing it tightly as she went to pull him, in hopes of pulling him off center. Then he spoke again and she shook her head a little. "I know I am, and I am sure my boyfriend thinks so as well." She said, ignoring the idea of him being chained up. "Misbehave and you'll be chained to the hull of my ship and dragged home." She said with a no nonsense tone in her voice.
The girls on and around the ship, restocking and moving things on and off the dock looked at the man, arching their brow at the man. She gave them a look that stated this one was REALLY off-limits. Last thing she wanted was one of her girls falling for this man. Yeah they were bad, but this guy... he took bad to a whole new level from what she could see.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 19:22:53 GMT -6
Alek would smirk, but not reply. He had no need for boyfriends to come to his door knocking at three in the morning for being unable to satisfy their woman because of him. He would let it slide. However, he soon discovered the ship was fuuuuull of women. Holy mother of God, if he could meet the driver of that police car he'd french the fucker. He brought a hand up to his head and gave the women a little salute as he was drug along.
"Vecher, damy... (Evening, ladies....)"
He would chuckle to himself as he resisted not even a little, letting her drag him to wherever she intended to chain him up. Once he got there, he would hold up his hands.
"You can undo these now, lady. I'll hurt no one on this ship."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 19:35:03 GMT -6
She smirked wickedly at the man and arched her brow. "I thought you were happy to be chained up?" Then she tugged him along the deck of the ship, then she started to lead him down, first through the sitting area then down another set of steps. Once she got somewhere, she pressed on a hidden wall and watched it pop open. He wasn't going to be pleased to see where she was taking him. She lead him through the darker area. And when she opened the Brig, she smiled to him. "Welcome to The Siren's Song, a ship with a tune. And right now, that tune is jailhouse rock. Be a good boy and I may think about releasing you after my last stop." She said, pushing him in and slamming the bars closed behind him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 19:40:57 GMT -6
He laughed as he saw his final destination.
"Ah, from one prison to another, eh?"
She wouldn't get the chance to push him in. He'd walk in on his own, reaching out and gripping the door, slamming it closed behind him. He kept his back to her, looking around this massively spacious cell. He wouldn't say anything to her, waiting for to leave. This cell was like a palace compared to his old one. He had to crouch back then, and only have enough room to lay down if he curled up then too. Sat that way for over a year, in solitary. Only seeing the outside world when it was time for court. Quite....malicious of them.
But then again, for someone convicted of multiple homicide, he supposed he should be glad they didn't shoot him in the streets.
He would sit on his bed, back straight, and stare at the bars. He would be that way until nightfall, when he would sleep, and when he awoke, he would be the same.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 20:07:01 GMT -6
Tere smirked as he went in willingly. "You'll grow to love it I think..." She said and with that she left.
The girls didn't make things easy on him, each of them would come down for some thing or another, each wearing clothes that could be closer to underwear than actual clothes. Some would bend over, others would lean over things. But all of them kept their distance, so even if he tried to reach for them, they'd be just out of his reach. They kept this up for a week as the Song sailed through the seas. One time two of the girls even came down, staying near the door but were just in his line of sight as they went about a deep make out session.
As they were nearing Concordia, Tere walked down in tiny leather shorts that laced all the way up and a brown vest. "We are almost there... Do you think you can be a good boy and behave or will I be keel hauling your ass home in a few hours?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 20:15:27 GMT -6
Alek quietly remained stoic, pleased the women saw fit to give him a show. He didn't blink or look away, but he didn't seem over eager either. At times, he would sit back and bring his legs up, sitting indian style as he watched. He didn't seemed bothered by it- at his old prison, sometimes the guards would come down to try and rape you themselves. They only tried with him once- they got burned very badly and did not wish to test fate a second time.
Hence, the solitary.
As Tere came down herself, Alek would smirk.
"To be honest, I don't know. Your women seem more ravenous even then me, and I have not touched flesh in years."
He wondered why the captain didn't look after her subjects needs. But he was not in a position to tempt fate. He would, however, like to ask her a few questions, and so left the topic of his freedom hanging.
"I am curious, though. What have you heard of me, hm? Is it just the cuffs and suit that make you feel I'm dangerous?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 20:25:05 GMT -6
Tere arched her brow and glanced up where she knew her crew was working away. "Yes, well... it's not often that I have to restrict them from someone, but I don't trust you not to harm my girls, not only that, but they need their mind on work. And that is where it is right now. Work." She said and then she crossed her arms, the motion caused her breasts to press together and the vest to come dangerously close to revealing things it shouldn't.
"As for what I have heard, only what the cops told me is what I know. Well that and that you are a Demi-dog... i'm sorry... I mean god. Though of which parent I do not know. So Again I ask you... are you going to behave or will you be seeing this cell until we are docked?" She asked, bringing her hands to her waist now, this caused the vest to stretch tight over her curves.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 20:31:48 GMT -6
He laughed.
"May we speak first, comrade? You called me this first, yes? So, let us talk as comrades talk."
He would move back into the cell and sit, waiting for her to take the chair the girls had used to tease him with. If she did, he would take a deep breath. Where to start?
"Well first, Police in Russia keep most business to themselves. They say "He killed someone" and the facts are muddled from then on. I'll tell you the whole story. You see, I was convicted of multiple homicide two years ago and found guilty. I killed many people- the final number I did not know until they told it to me in court."
Turned out to be higher than he expected.
"Anyway, the trial took two days. The first was spent listing people i killed and harmed in the process. Second was the judge telling me I am guilty. You see- the people I killed were not nice. But not being nice in Russia also means you have power in Russia. So, I killed people of power. They intended to put me to death for this. I can tell you- I have killed women. I have killed men. Never children. And never innocents."
He would reached up with his pinky and start cleaning his ear with it.
"So, what do you want to know to satisfy your curiosity? To make you feel like you don't have to follow me around like a...what did you say....demi-dog?"
Another smirk would follow.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 20:47:12 GMT -6
His request had her brow once more lifting for her hairline, when she had called him that, she had meant it as a gibe, but if he wanted to take it for something else. That was his Prerogative. Still, as he asked her to sit, she took hold of the chair and turned it so that the back was facing towards him and proceeded to straddle it, crossing her arms one over the other on the back and giving him a 'go on' look.
As he spoke, Tere wondered if he thought he was winning brownie points or something. She didn't say anything though until the end when he used her other gibe on her. "Yes, well... no matter what one of us will be watching you like a hawk. And you aren't the only one who has killed countless people, I've just yet to be caught for it." She said with a smirk, clicking her tongue as she winked to him. Then she stood, kicked the chair away and pulled the key that was on a necklace between her cleavage and used it to undo the cell. "Like I said... be good... you you'll be introduced to the Pirates life just a tad bit early."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 20:52:21 GMT -6
He laughed again. Oh sweet child...she knew nothing of the killings he had done. Of the blood he had seen. The skin he'd pulled from bones of men strapped to chairs in dark basements he had yet to reveal. He wouldn't argue though. He would stand and offer his wrists. Once undone he would rub his wrists. There was one final thing he again, chose not to respond to, as he had nothing to prove. He wasn't telling her these things to impress her. He had sat in a dank cell for days and years- he could care less what she thought of him. He told her because she had a right to know. That she was letting loose a killer.
A killer who hated killing.
He would continue to play her part of the Russian serial psycho, he didn't care. He reached up and would touch his jacket pocket, confirming the picture was there, before following her out.
"This ship...it is your fathers?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 20:58:59 GMT -6
She pulled out another key... one good thing about handcuffs, the keys were usually 'one size fits all' so she had her share of cuff keys to use. She undid the cuffs and hooked them to the cell door before she started to walk away, not paying any more attention to him. That is... until he brought up her father and her ship.
She stopped walking, turned slowly and looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "The ship is mine... but it was a gift from my father. The question is, just how in the name of Tartarus did you know that?" She asked with a low growl.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2015 5:59:11 GMT -6
He chuckled to himself but didn't answer in the conventional way. He touched his wrist, where a small worn bracelet was. He did it absent-mindedly, like he wasn't thinking about it. Which truly, he wasn't. He didn't plan to tell her how he knew but his touching the bracelet might tell her more- that when you get gifts, especially from those you care truly about, you tend to display your love of them openly whether you mean to or not. And though he didn't know everyone's story here, he got the gist. Demi-Gods, his abilities. The things that chased him all over tartarus. It wasn't hard to rationalize insanity or mythical. And he was far more observant than he pretended to be. " What will happen when we make land? Will I be put up in another five star hotel, or...?" He grinned, indicating the prison she had released him from.
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