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Post by jppolnareff on Aug 4, 2008 20:04:23 GMT -5
Polnareff smirked as he felt the thick rope dig into his wrists. He could easily transform and escape, but for now he had to listen....and wait. He simply closed his mind and focused on the dull black paint that adorned Jacob's walls.
"So....what now?"
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Post by jacob on Aug 4, 2008 20:54:12 GMT -5
Jacob paced back and forth, his head directed at his hard, wooden tiled floor, the window open, free to allow his hair to dance and mingle on his scalp. His scars were healed, now reduced to nothing but marks that reminded him of the battle that took place between him and his cousin, his breath had just began to return to his now rejuvenating form. He focused on Jean's words, the question, that could spawn a variety of answers that rained on his mind all at once. Would he kill him? What if Jean had been too dangerous to be left alive? Not only to him but his wife, to his future family. Yes, the werewolf simply breathing became an insult to his name and a stain on his betrayed conscience. All Jacob did was shake his head in disappointment and disgust at the abomination his long year cousin morphed into.....the monster.
"I doubt you're gonna' tell me how this happened to you so I'm going to let you sit there and starve until I figure out what exactly I'm gonna' do with you. Perhaps there's a way to reverse this transformation but if there isn't....the only thing I can promise you is death."
Jacob made his way out of the closet he trapped Jean in and shut the door behind him, locking it. Even if the werewolf could escape, there were traps laid about all over the front of the entrance. For once the young Pierre decided to use his resources rather than the power of his brawn. If he were to continue this way Jean would surely fade into the abyss of the forgotten, and all Jacob dealt with was an impulsive, deranged, and unstable werewolf of the night.
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Post by jppolnareff on Aug 4, 2008 21:09:37 GMT -5
Jean frowned as he heard the lock click. This was definitely not the way he thought everything would play out. He'd half expected his cousin to interrogate him or resort to torture. Giving the closet door a once over, he cocked his head to the side. Jacob knew he could get out of this....he expected him to......but Jacob was smart...too smart to leave a vicious werewolf in a closet with nothing but a rope to subdue him. There was no doubt in Polnareff's mind that outside the closet door, some type of deadly trap was set. Jean sighed. Jacob had always been smarter than him. To get out, he'd have to think smarter. Shifting his weight, he slowly inched his body toward the door.
"You ain't gonna' make this easy for me are you?"
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