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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 29, 2012 18:03:39 GMT -4
As Arthur pushed him along he ignored the other's comments, he just stared straight forward. He nodded to the guards and they opened the huge steel gate, leading into the HQ. Arthur was getting annoyed with the other, especially when he slipped and fell on the ground. He just looked down at the other before slightly laughing.
"A burst eardrum is half of your worries and if you want to continue to bad talk me, continue, everytime adds a new torture to be used,"Arthur said to him before he grabbed him up roughly and yanked him forward, but before he let him inside the building he toke out a blind fold and put it over his eyes. He didn't want to risk him seeing what's inside and patting off to his Resistance friend about how to get in. He then pushed him inside and lead him down a hallway to the interrgation rooms where screams could be heard.
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Lovino Vargas
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Apr 30, 2012 20:21:00 GMT -4
"F-Fuck you," Lovino spat as he was dragged to his feet, head still spinning and stomach still threatening to empty itself of the Chinese dinner Yao had given him earlier that day. "Not fucking 'badmouthing' you, dumbfuck. I t-totally can but right now I'm fucking not." Despite the situation at hand, the spitfire Italian refused to be taken in quietly. As far as he was concerned, he was telling the damn truth and had no reason to not say as much.
But then his eyes were being encased in a scratchy black cloth that made his still-slightly-sensitive skin roil and itch like mad. Without his sight, the spinning in his head grew worse and if it were not for the hand wrapped around his arm still Lovino would have ended up back on the floor, puking his guts out. The screams were not helping much either. His nausea died down but now the Italian was shaking slightly and his face had paled again. "T-The fucking s-shit are you planning t'd-do?!" He demanded, now slightly dragging his heels. "I-I'm under fucking arrest, you d-don't have the right to torture me u-unless you have a reason or need for i-information, f-fucking bastard..." Lovino didn't understand, if he was under arrest for attacking a Government Agent, he would be sent to the cells until a court date came up and he could try to plead his way out of it. The brunette was good at that. But...if there was another reason for this arrest... A cold sweat began to break out on the back of a darkly-tanned neck. This was not good.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 6, 2012 11:30:37 GMT -4
"See your doing it right there,"Arthur answered the angry Italian a calmly as he could as he pushed him along into an empty torture cell and tied him to a chair in the middle, locking the door, then taking off the other's blind fold.
Arthur ignored the other comment but smirked when the other demanded a reason for his arrest. Might as well tell him since he won't be able to repeat it anyway.
"Your under arrest for suspected treason and smuggling,"Arthur said with his calm voice as he unfolded a bag full of tools."Planning to enter the Government HQ, talking about trading and most importantly of all, working for the Resistance,"Arthur chuckled loudly at that.
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Lovino Vargas
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Post by Lovino Vargas on May 6, 2012 17:51:32 GMT -4
Not a word slipped past thin lips as the smell of-- Immediately Lovino clenched his eyes shut and focused on shutting his sense of smell off because this room smelled awful. Like old, decomposed flesh, shit, and dried blood. Grunting a bit as he was slammed down in a hard, metal chair and his limbs were chained down, he concentrated solely on keeping calm. There's nothing there, there's nothing there, it just smells like blood because it's the fucking Government, there might've been some then before but if you won't see it. That's what the trembling Italian told himself as the blindfold was ripped from around his eyes. Keeping the green orbs shut and distracting himself by lamenting the loss of his sunglasses(because those were designer and he'd paid a pretty penny for them), he didn't want to see what was going on.
But then the "charges" he was being accused of registered in his ears. Lovino's eyes flew open and he pinned a disbelieving look on Arthur. "T-The fucking hell?! Where's your proof?! I am not a traitor! I don't work for the fucking Resistance!" He howled, tugging at his bindings. "I've never spoken a word about trading and I don't smuggle things! This is against the law you bastard, you have no proof and no reason to hold me!!" Well...considering the technical definition of the word "smuggle", he doesn't. Acid green eyes narrowed angrily as the Italian bit back a snarl. "And don't give me shit about 'planning to enter the Government District', it's open to the fucking public half the damn day!" Even with his angry protestations a cold sweat had beaded on the back of his neck. But on his face he kept his expression only angry, focusing fully on the government agent rather than the slightly grimy room he was trapped in.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 10, 2012 8:41:07 GMT -4
"My proof...I have all the proof I need, right in here,"Arthur said to him pointing to his head. He was going to tell the other about his telepathy but before he ever gets out of the HQ, he wouldn't want to repeat it to anyone. "Telepathy is a wonderful gift, being able to read other's minds without them knowing, just thinking your a normal bystander that has a dormant power," Arthur said, idly messing with the tools, cleaning some of the blood from before tortures and examining them to what to do.
"Then if its open, why were you travelling around the wall of the District and the Headquarters, admiring the cement along it,"Arthur hissed at the other as he turned, twisting the knife around in his hand idly.
He looked at the other with annoyance, these Resistance were all the same. Thinking that they are innocent but in reality was just nusiance the the city of Neo-Eden.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on May 12, 2012 6:13:07 GMT -4
Without wanting to, a quiet whimper tore past Lovino's throat. Blood, he could see blood and knives and weird corkscrew things he remembered hearing about in old horror stories when his mother would talk about the history of Italy before the world went to hell. He recognized all those little toys the blonde was messing with; they were all Old-World medieval torture devices. This would not end well, not at all. Again, against his will, the well-dressed Italian started trembling, eyes clenched shut. "T-That's fucking b-b-bullshit," He stuttered, clenching his hands into fists and thinking only on the words he was saying, because even if it wasn't true, this would keep him from spilling anything he knew. Out of mind, out of mouth, so to speak. "W-Who's to say you read anything right, or you a-aren't making s-shit up?! This i-is illegal d-dammit!" Dio, his throat was already trying to close up as tears burned the corners of his eyes. Curse his imagination, he was terrified enough as it was! He wasn't even a Resistance member, he didn't want to be tortured as one just because he badmouthed the Government! That didn't make him Resistance, it just made him unhappy with the oppressive laws and one of the only people not brainwashed into just dealing with them out of fear--not that he wasn't terrified, had he covered that he was terrified yet? Because he's very terrified.
Which is why at the quiet, angry hiss of a voice the Italian, for all of his bravado, flinched, visibly shaking in the chair. But he would stay strong. He wouldn't back into this psycho's demands, especially since he was not Resistance, not a traitor. Swallowing thickly, Lovino's answer was quiet, voice trembling. "T-There's nothing illegal about walking the D-District. I was waiting for s-someone, that's all." Not an outright lie, he had been waiting for someone. He could only pray that this ended before he had his fingers crushed, he needed them for his cooking, for gardening. The scared brunette whined again at that very thought. Not being able to take care of his garden, his tomatoes, having it being overrun with weeds, plants dying, going bad... That was a horrifying, depressing thought and he couldn't help a tearful sniffle.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 17, 2012 20:18:42 GMT -4
"On the contrary, this is very much legal,"Arthur said as he was cleaning an odd-shaped knife that was used to cut off the person...vital regions."You see, its my job to find you little traitors and bring you to justice, you just ended up getting the worse,"
Arthur put the weapons down and strolled over to the Italian and gripped the other's hair and pulled his head back,"You see if you would have kept that mouth of yours shut, we would be in a interrogation room, just talking but no, you had to go on and threaten me and attempt to kill me,"Arthur hissed, malice running out of his mouth like acid into the other's ears.
"From what I heard for your thoughts, what you were doing and who you were wating for was illegal, you were waiting for Resistance to come and give you your work, you were also thinking about how to blow away the wall enclosing the Government, another illegal act," Arthur yelled loudly to the other.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on May 18, 2012 4:27:01 GMT -4
Flinching as the soft snick of the tool Arthur was playing with and cleaning off reached his ears, Lovino swallowed past a dry throat in attempts to speak. "M'not a traitor, dammit," He mumbled in response, paling a bit more and shifting awkwardly in his seat. "M'not working to overthrow the damn government, I just don't like how it fucking works, that I know isn't illegal. I still follow the fucking rules--"
His words were cut off as a pale hand wrenched his head back by hi hair, forcing bright emerald eyes to glare up into acid green. "That's a fucking lie and you know it, I can tell by that twisted look in your eye you would've gotten me in here no matter whatnI had done," the brunette hissed in response, his hands trembling where they were bound to the chair. "Don't be fucking stupid, anyone in their right minds would have reacted the same way. You b-blew out my fucking eardrum, did you expect daisies and an offer to sleep with me or some fucked up shit like that?" the very idea brought a small smirk to his lips. "Sorry but you're not my fucking type. A bit too sadistic for my tastes."
"Oh? So now it's fuckin' illegal to think now? No wonder you've got so many damn Resistance after you guys, that's just about the shittiest reason to t-torture someone that I've ever heard," Lovino spat, looking pissed now. "Stop fucking lumping me with those insane bastards, I'm not Resistance! I'm a rare-item hunter and a fucking smuggler, alright?" Even if the Italian was pissed, he knew wasn't the time to keep secrets. Or at least, the ones not involving other people. "I steal things from the people you represent and sell them to whoever has the highest offer. Sometimes it's the Resistance but your fellow agents buy tranqs and medicine and all that high-class food you keep so close t'your fucking chests. I don't work for anyone." And Lovino was damn proud of that.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 27, 2012 14:15:30 GMT -4
Arthur narrowed his eyes at that and pulled the knife from the other's neck, he decided to go inside the other's mind, just to see if this was, indeed, the truth. It was to his dismay but why was the other thinking about the Resistance, and about the explosion on the side of the HQ. He growled and turned away from the other, moving his hand's over the tools before he thought of a better idea. He turned and smirked at the other, getting a sit for himself he looked at the other.
"Smuggler?...Well, now I know thats illegal and hearing thats its sometimes used to sell trinkets to the Resistance, gives me all the more to keep you here,"Arthur said with a smirk. "Now, since your are this smuggler, I am pretty sure you have normal customers that come to you, friends perhaps, you'll tell me each and ever one of their names and I'll let you go free or if you feel like keeping up this little rebellious act, I have many things in store for you,"
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Post by Lovino Vargas on May 27, 2012 22:00:48 GMT -4
Wishing that he had his sunglasses again because sitting here and having some creep staring him in the eye was unnerving, Lovino simply settled his face into a scowl and glared at Arthur with a flat look in his dark green eyes. A triumphant smirk twisted his face into a fierce look as the blonde turned away with a frustrated growl. An expression that swiftly faded a few minutes later as the Government agent turned back to him with his own knowing smirk and then took a seat across from him, knife in his lap.
As the words were slowly registering in Lovino's ears, the brunette tightened his hands into fists, fully prepared to fight back, when instead he stiffened in shock. Sell out...his regulars? Who did this bastard think he was talking to? You don't sell out your regulars, they were the ones who had the most shit on you, and also your friends. Sometimes even-- Studiously Lovino began to concentrate on his tomato recipes, in alphabetical order from the type of dish and the way the tomatoes were prepared for each dish. "I'll rat out any of my short-time buyers, but my regulars are in...high places." He said slowly, carefully choosing his words because now that the Italian knew of Arthur's powers he didn't want to give anything too easily. "You wouldn't want to have to start arresting your superiors, si?" Since there were a few customers as such who weren't regulars, he had no qualms with spilling those names. But his regulars... Not so much.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 4, 2012 9:56:55 GMT -4
"You will tell who your regulars are or...I'll make sure to have your pretty little mind in my grasp and trust me what I store in there, you will not like,"Arthur smirked with a dark chuckle as he looked the other straight in his eyes. Superiors?....That was a small clue and he really didn't care if he got his superiors in trouble, even they could be caught with treason. There was many other agents like him and other government workers that would back him on this. Taking out his superiors just makes him one bit closer to becoming the leader, himself. A small little goal in the back of his mind that he didn't think about too much.
"So...Your saying my superiors are part of your regulars as well, now that narrows it down a bit, but I still need names,"Arthur spoke with a calm voice as he stared at the other. He noticed the other was keeping his mind locked, smart boy, but he'll see how long this lasts.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jun 6, 2012 19:21:32 GMT -4
With a growl Lovino clenched his eyes shut, feeling unnerved by the way the Government agent's green eyes stared daggers into his own. Just concentrate on your tomatoes, he told himself with a discomforted hiss as a disturbing chuckle resonated in his ears, sounding warped and even creepier as it traveled through his burst eardrum. "I'm not going to tell you who my fuckin' regulars are," the brunette repeated as calmly he could manage. Especially since one of his regulars didn't even know he was one. The little brat was lucky Lovino shared his high-end ingredients with him, the gourmet bastard-- No, no, keep thinking of your tomatoes, about how red they get and how amazing they look just turning ripe and hanging from the plant... That is what he has to focus on. That's all that matters. The tomatoes as they're sliced into small pieces and crushed into a delicious sauce paired with his br-- with perfectly made pasta, dusted lightly with Parmigiano-Reggiano and paired with a bottle of wine.
Just focus on this. Do not focus on anything else. "I am not. Saying. A fucking. Word," the Italian repeated firmly. "I do not know names, it is safer to just call each other 'you'. No names, nothing. Shut the fuck up, and go rot in a fucking ditch like the roadkill you are." ...Okay, that was an interesting mental image, of the blonde agent all squished and ridiculous-looking like the cartoon characters Lovino remembered from his childhood, before sick bastards like Arthur had decided to start the greatest World War that had ever happened in history and then took over the hollowed carcass that was left behind. And now he was thinking about that, grabbing at every stray string that led away from the names of people he worked with and for. Lovino Vargas may have been a fucking coward, but he was one that kept his word because they would do a shit-ton more damage to him than this bastard ever could.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 11, 2012 9:21:37 GMT -4
Arthur frowned as the thoughts were of tomatoes, of food, trying to hide the regulars from him. But thats not what made him upset, it was the roadkill thought this one had, of him getting squished like a little cartoon character. His face became grave and with a quick and fast motion, he slapped the other across the face.
"Then, it will a long night for you," Arthur said, getting up from the chair and going over to a large jar, with many little robot bugs running all over each other and all around the jar. He got out a syringe and put four little robots into it before he turned back to the Italian and grabbed the other's arm and injected the robots into his arm."Lets see how long it'll take for this lovely things to make you writhe in pain and tell me what you know,"Arthur said, putting the syringe away and sitting back in the chair.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jun 11, 2012 14:45:44 GMT -4
Smack. For the moment, all thoughts left Lovino's mind as a large but slim hand slid forward and crashed harshly against his cheek. Head jerking to one side and skin burning with the painful contact. In fact, he'd nearly bitten through his tongue with the sudden slap, but despite the throbbing cheek the slightest smirk curled his lips for a moment. Apparently Mr. High and Mighty Government Agent didn't care for an image of his cartoon self with x-ed out eyes, tongue stuck out, and legs twisted up like an old roll of toothpaste. Of course, smirking even a little made the fiery handprint on his skin hurt even more so the expression quickly fell back into a pained wince.
But then the other's words subtly coerced rich emerald eyes to hesitantly open. And they opened to a sight that brought a bolt of horror through Lovino, making his heart stop for a moment. Robot. Bugs. In a jar. And-- Oh Dio. "N-No, no no no no, d-don't, per favo--" The Italian's hoarse protests were ignored as his arm was jerked forward and around so that he was bent awkwardly forward and curved to the left. Then his panic firmly settles in his chest and his sense of touch spiked, making the pain of the overlarge syringe much more intense. And then the robots immediately scrambled and crawled under his skin, too small to bulge up the flesh but large enough to make the areas around it painfully tight, moving things to one side and pinching them with those metallic little feet. He could feel them moving, and the rest of his body could feel them all moving as well. His right arm spazzed painfully as nerves were assaulted and muscle fiber scratched up as three robots reached his shoulder and went their separate ways. It was excruciating. Lovino was howling by the time the bugs crawled over his shoulder. But still he didn't say a word, though it was more that his vocal cords were too busy shrieking pain and panicked babbles rather than the idea that the spitfire brunette wanted to keep secrets.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 22, 2012 16:46:50 GMT -4
Arthur put the syrgine away as he sat back down in the chair across from the Italian as he watched the insects do their work."Brilliant things, aren't they. They make the body they host, hurt and writhe in pain, their like, automatic torture devices. They have nanochips that detect your brainwaves and tell weither your lying or if your telling the truth,"Arthur chuckled as he could barely see the small bugs moving along inside the other's body, reeking havoc.
"So, I'll ask again, tell me your friend's names, and I may just take the bugs out of you,"Arthur said, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms.
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