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[last_adam]

*Adam, in the corner, with a cup of coffee.

Wait, no. Strike that. Reverse it.

Adam, out by the lake, skipping stones.*

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[last_adam]

I'd

have

patience

if

you

gave

me

a

reason

to.

*He manages to prop himself up a bit with his elbows against Raven's back, and gasps as some of the blood that was pooling in his face works its way back down.*

[creator_raven]

Raven opens the door to the bar, and begins heading toward the stairs.

Funny how no one notices them.

No one at all.

Huh.

It probably has nothing to do with the fact that Raven is fiddling with the ragged edge of his coatsleeve.

Probably.

"That is not how this works, Adam. It is in the definition."

[last_adam]

In the definition of what? Kidnapping?

[creator_raven]

"Either."

He tilts his head.

"Both."

He walks through the door to the staff quarters--it tickles, a little, as matter slides past matter, and then finds Alanna's door.

This one, he opens, as there is no one to see it, and goes inside.

He is not, perhaps, as careful as he might be of the door, and the door jamb, and Adam's head.

[last_adam]

Oof!

*Adam glares at Raven's... well, ass.*

I have a key, you know.

[creator_raven]

"I do not need one. It is well enough."

His stride slows, in the room.

One might expect a battle to have taken place, here, with the amount of clothing and edged weapons littering the floor space.

Of course, the lack of bodies tells a different story.

And the lion-head over the fireplace, tutu hanging from its jaws, does not seem like the type of trophy one would take away from such a battle.

Raven is, however, mostly looking for the bedroom.

Adam is heavy.

[last_adam]

*Adam tries to imagine himself on the floor, standing next to Raven, or maybe back in the bar itself, but no luck, he's still flung over Raven's shoulder. He grunts and lets his head hang back down.*

You've got to be kidding me.

[creator_raven]

"It is all right for you to talk now, I think."

Raven is generous.

Really.

Adam is also being dropped, rather unceremoniously, on Alanna's bed.

"Now."

Raven tilts his head, studying Adam intently.

"It is like a present, I think. There should be pretty wrapping. Hmm."

[last_adam]

*It's possible - very possible - that Adam's voice cracks a little bit.*

Wrapping?

[creator_raven]

Raven nods, sharply.

"I have been told leather pants are nice. Leather pants and ropes."

He grins.

"Also the ropes will keep you here. It is a good thing, perhaps."

Again, he plays with the edges of his coat, and the implements of torture--*cough*--the pretty decorations are sitting on the bed.

Raven blinks at Adam.

"Will you put them on yourself, or do you require help?"

[last_adam]

*He chokes. And possibly turns bright red. And yes, he can do them himself, some of them.

But others...

He grabs the pants stubbornly and stalks over to the bathroom only to return a moment later, pants on.*

Where's the shirt.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks.

He is so very innocent.

It is possibly creepy.

"It is a good question, that."

[last_adam]

*Adam scowls. He doesn't buy the innocent routine for a minute. Folding his arms across his chest, he leans against the bathroom door.*

A very good question, indeed.

[creator_raven]

"Ropes function almost as well, perhaps."

He holds one out to Adam.

Raven is patient. He can wait all day.

He won't. But he could.

[last_adam]

*Adam watches the rope.*

And you expect me to do what with that?

[creator_raven]

Raven beams.

"Perhaps I expect you to sit, and be quiet. The rest will take care of itself."

With, you know, some help from Raven, probably.

[last_adam]

And if I don't?

[creator_raven]

Raven shrugs.

"Then Alanna's room will get a bit more messy, I expect."

He still looks patient.

This is possibly a front.

[last_adam]

*Adam looks around the room, and then holds Raven's gaze. He doesn't move.*

[creator_raven]

Raven snorts.

He might almost be laughing.

He rolls a cigarette, lights it, and inhales. On the exhale, he waves the glowing end in a complicated pattern.

And the ropes move.

They are very quick.

[last_adam]

*He opens his mouth to say something, but stops when he's caught by surprise by one of the ropes tightning around his stomach.*

[creator_raven]

While he is startled, one of the ropes winds its way around his wrists, pulling tight.

Not too tight, of course.

Gangrene is not anyone's friend, really.

Well, possibly Raven's, depending on the circumstances.

[last_adam]

*Adam twists his wrist, struggling against the rope.*

And why all this, again? Make me a fucking sleeping teddy bear?

[creator_raven]

"Alanna sleeps better with you here, I think. Also she deserves a pleasant surprise, for one, so."

Raven shrugs.

"Do not whine. It is entirely too un-cute, I think. Or I will have to sit on you, and wait for her."

He grins.

"I do not think you would like that, so. Hush."

And he reaches over and pushes Adam down onto the bed.

[last_adam]

*Everything comes clicking and crashing down in Adam's brain, and he closes his eyes shaking his head. With Raven pushing him down, talking is hard, but he manages it.*

Didn't. she. just. ask?

[creator_raven]

Raven raises an eyebrow.

"Do you not think this is more entertaining?"

He tilts his head.

"I could have put you in a cake, I suppose. But those are very messy. Still, it has sugar."

He looks at Adam, eyes sharp, but laughing.

"You would prefer that, to this?"

One rope has wound itself around Adam's ankle, essentially tying him to the bed.

Somehow.

Better not to ask.

[last_adam]

More entertaining for who?

*But all the fight's gone out of him for now, and he slumps back on the bed.*

No. No. Just.

*Leave me to my misery. Don't take any pictures.*

[creator_raven]

Raven beams.

"Me, at the moment. Later, I suspect, it will be you and Alanna both. You are pretty, like this."

He laughs, then, and ruffles Adam's hair.

"Be patient. She will be here eventually, and then you will be free to move."

He blinks.

"Possibly. In any case, I will leave you with sustenance. I am not always so unkind, I think."

Raven props several cookies within easy reach of Adam's mouth. Well, relatively easy reach.

Then he kisses the bound and glaring Antichrist on the forehead, and leaves.

The door closes behind him, with an ominous click.

Someone is not going to be allowed to escape.