snowblindrpg | [log] THE BUNKERERERENING [closed]

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[log] THE BUNKERERERENING [closed]

Characters: Angel, Handsome Jack and Rhys (plus Dumpy)
Location: Building 43 (square I9)
Date: Morning 62 onwards
Summary: Norfinbury's greatest hero Handsome Jack selflessly protects his beloved daughter from the dangers of Norfinbury by shutting her in a basement with no way of contacting the outside world. Oh, and Rhys is there too, he guesses. Whatever.
Warnings: Self-harm! Abuse! Kidnapping! Threats of violence! Handsome Jack!

Wow Louise did a log with an unnecessary cut WHO'D HAVE THUNK IT

Gonna put up starter/s in the comments because this could last for a while

BUCKLE UP, KIDDOS

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[ Angel knows, rationally, that she should refuse. Complying only rewards this kind of horrible stunt that Jack's pulling. He needs to learn that he can't just threaten other people and make her cave every single time.

But Dumpy is so small and so screamy and he's been through so much look at that poor tiny lil brobot oh god ]

Okay.

[ SIGH. She sits down - very cautiously. No harm can come from that, right? ]

[ Rhys takes an extra second to obey, jaw clenched in frustration, but he's not going to risk losing his baby screambot for the third time.

So down he goes (again). Grumbling with arms crossed. ]

There. Happy? You can let him go now.

Nuh-uh. Not yet.

[He shifts Dumpy to one hand, holding the other one out to Rhys.]

Give me your - whatever it's supposed to be. I guess you could call it a tie, if you were generous.

[ Angel stares at Jack. Then at Rhys. Then at The Tie.

Yeah ok she can't even blame Jack for wanting rid of it tbh ]

Um, I know it's - it's pretty awful, but is now really the time? That's just mean.

It's a -- it's not -- what is everyone's problem with my tie, seriously??

[ Angel gets a huffy look before he gets to work on the tie, fingers fumbling to work it loose before he slides it off ~~and out of his pants~~ and holds it out to Jack. ]

Do you really need another layer?

Everyone's problem is that it's stupid. Ties just aren't meant to be this long.

[He examines the tie critically, letting it hang down to the floor from his hand.]

That said, I'm actually starting to think it might turn out pretty useful.

[ What in heckie does he mean byOH GOD NO ]

You can't choke him with it, I won't let you.

[ She's about to get up, but. Dumpy. Oh god what if he uses it as a garotte, seriously FUCK RHYS' FUCKING TIE ]

[ Rhys is about to launch into another round of tie defense when Angel mentions choking.

Christ almighty NO.

He's not getting up either, too afraid to disobey a direct order, but he is butt-scooting back until he hits a wall. ]

Nononono, no!

Oh, for- I'm not going to choke him, Angel. The only way you could choke anyone with a tie would be to forcefeed it to them.

[And that is not Jack's kink. Sheesh.

He turns to Rhys, rolling his eyes.]

But don't worry, I'm not gonna strangle you either. Don't have any reason to, right now.

Then... what.

[ She exchanges a puzzled, apprehensive look with Rhys. Um. MAYBE HE'S GOING TO LEASH DUMPY?

That would actually be super cute and she would be halfway okay with this plan, for the record. CUTE. ]

Well... if you're not going to wear it or ch--strangle me with it... what else do you do with a tie?

[ A tie.

Tie.

T I E. Rhys' face suddenly goes pretty red and he presses up against the wall like he's trying to sink through it. ]

...you're not.

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After the stunt you pulled earlier? I need to make sure you're not gonna try anything again. So...

[He deftly folds Dumpy up and pockets the little robot, freeing up both of his hands.]

Get away from the wall, I'm tying your hands.

...Are you serious.

[ A quick assessment of the situation seems to indicate that yes, Jack is serious, and also he could still smash Dumpy pretty quickly just by hipchecking a wall or something.

Well.

Darn. ]

Noooooooooo...

[ Except: yes, apparently. He stalls, fidgeting and fretting, but comes to the same conclusion Angel does about Dumpy. The poor tiny robot.

So reluctantly, he slides away from the wall. He even holds his hands out in a joint effort to 1) seem more compliant and 2) coax Jack into tying them in the front and not behind him. ]

[Pff, right. Do you really think he's that stupid, Rhys?]

Hands behind your back.

[Assuming Rhys complies, he'll be tying his wrists just tight enough to constrain without cutting off his circulation.

You probably don't want to think too hard about how he learned to do that so well.

Unless you do. Hey, I'm not judging.]

[ Angel is very determinedly NOT thinking about that and is instead dying a little inside.

That's it, that's the tag. ]

[ Rhys is thinking about it. Goddammit it. Goddammit all to hell this is not the time/place. Never ever is the time/place.

Whining. Just whining. Turbo fucking whining, increasing in pitch. ]

[RHYS, PLEASE. CONTROL YOUR THIRST.

If Jack notices how red Rhys has gotten, he doesn't acknowledge it in any way. He just finishes the knot and stands up, dusting his knees before turning to Angel.]

Don't untie him, obviously.

[He pats the pocket holding Dumpy, just to make it crystal clear what will happen if she does.]

[ Well. There go those optimistic little thoughts. Thanks, dadbama. ]

Yes, sir.

[ She gives Rhys' back an apologetic look. Hey why are his ears so red oh no is he crying the poor guy ]

[ Nooooope. Not scooting back around until this shame fades. So not scooting back around ever.

The whining stops, blissfully. Rhys should really, really keep his stupid mouth shut, but he has had his ego battered and broken and he's mad as hell. Mad enough to forget about Dumpy for all of five seconds.

So: ]

Fuck you, Jack.

[He turns sharply back to Rhys, stepping around to face him.]

Language. You're gonna keep your mouth clean around my daughter.

[He pulls Dumpy back out of his pocket.]

I hear you using that kind of vocabulary again, we're gonna see how well this guy handles spending the night in a snowdrift.

[ Oh, look. Time to pipe up again. ]

Then you won't have any leverage to use against me.

[ Except Rhys himself, but. Shush. ]

You - you might want to re-evaluate your priorities. Sir. Since it's nothing I haven't heard before.

[ Meaning wow she heartily endorses that F-bomb. To heck. ]

Your adult daughter. You --

[ Ffffffffit fizzles in his throat, though, because he can only see this ending in the Dumpy threat being carried out or him getting kicked in the teeth. And he likes his teeth. ]

I'm thinking those kind of words. Loudly. In your direction.

Of course I'll have leverage. Rhys is right here, aren't ya, Rhysie?

[Meaning NO SWEARING. And no talking about Angel being an adult because that's just silly SHE'S HIS INNOCENT LITTLE BABY GIRL god this guy is messed up]

And you can think all you want, nobody cares. Try not to hurt your head too much.

[ Darnit. No - dammit. Angel shoots Jack one last glare before folding her arms and turning her back. ]

I hate you.

[ GUESS WHO ELSE IS THINKING SWEARS WITH ALL HER MIGHT ]

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