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| [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:289px; background:url(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…b95c2c0ad554408cba393.jpg) center;][/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=black; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: white; height: 289px; width: 200px; opacity: 0.70; text-align:justify]OOC K sweet! IC Charles's eyes fluttered open, looking at the scene in front of him. He couldn't see much, the lighting was very dim, the only light a candle sitting on a nightstand in the corner to his right. He was lying flat on the side of his face, and pushed himself up with the strength he had left from trying to fight off the person who took him. Sitting up now, with his hands tightly tied behind his back, and his feet tied together as well. In addition he had duct tape on his mouth to cut off his communication. Charles had to admit, he was in a pickle. A tight pickle. He didn't know how to get himself out of this one. He had absolutely no idea where he was, who took him, and was a bit tired to be honest. Suddenly a woman crept out of the darkness, her black hood covering her eyes." Thought you would wake up soon. Didn't know how tough the royal brat was." She mocked him, and opened the gate to the prince's cell. She walked up to the male, and ripped the duct tape off his mouth. He stretched his mouth, glad that that disgusting tasting stuff was off of his mouth." No use screaming, we're down so below that no one will be able to hear you." "Well, no sh*t Sherlock, somebody is sure on top of things today. And, please, do call me Charles. Spoiled brat is more of a title." Charles spoke calmly, his sarcastic and witty side coming out. He didn't know why, but under pressure or danger he usually used his wit and cunningness to get him out of tight spots, and to show his enemy that he wasn't at all afraid; well on the outside anyways. The female glared at the male, and spit on his face." Don't try to play smart with me, you mewling quim!" She shot back." Well, nice to know that you can spit. Is that the highest education they could offer in Moria?" Charles replied again, his tone once again calm and had a lightness to it." Now, let's get to the part where you tell me your plans and I'm supposed to spill all the secrets I know, or whatever." "Shut up now and I can make your end swift, or less slow. You won't be talking like that for long, rich boy. Queen Marian's armies are larger and stronger than ever, and are ready to conquer New Germany. From the inside and out." The spy said with pride, and brought out her dagger." Too bad I have to ruin that cute face of yours." She added, and drew a small cut just under Charles's left eye. "Not today b*tch!" Charles said darkly, whipping his own dagger from behind his back and stabbed the Morian right through her head, the blood oozing out as she fell to the floor, he eyes rolling to the back of her head. The whole time during his smart a** remarks he was untying his hands; ever since the first murder of the maids, Charles had been keeping a dagger in the back of his pants the whole time, just in case. The prince cut his feet free and dashed his way out of the cell, but was quickly encountered with a male, another undercover spy of Moria. |
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