Post by Naomi on Mar 22, 2023 14:26:11 GMT -5
(These are short blips of time in the captivity of Naomi. They are meant for OOC entertainment only and not to be used IC. This is written as thoughts of her own mind and some days are darker than others.)
Day 1- There I was, on the docks of Skara Brae being entertained by a cute puppy and waiting for the cargo to be loaded onto my ship. I had always felt safe in Skara Brae, the rangers were always kind to me. That's mostly in part to my mother, I should probably go visit her, I'm sure her trial is coming up soon. She never made the best of choices in life, but I can see now that I'm older she tried her best.
I suddenly got a cold chill up my spine, the puppy I named Cerberus started to growl at a figure behind me. As I slowly stood and turned I could see a large blue beast, a rat, and a very tall man looking down at me. The word exchange was simple, I was to go with them willingly or the hard way. Like my mother, I don't always make the right choices in life, but I knew one thing. I had to try. I tried to run away, but the large man struck me down so quickly I barely got off the docks. My vision blurred, I kicked him square between the legs and as I continued to fight, he hauled me over his shoulder, grunting with the pain of being kicked, and the rat, now man? Cast a gate and they whisked me away. I could see the body of Cerberus laid on the dock, a pool of blood under him.
When they got me to their place of operation I once again fought, but what could my tiny form do against such brute force? I was beat down severely, I could feel my ribs cracking under the strong punches, my head hit a post and everything went black. When I came to? I could hear the voice of my Aunt. She stroked my hair and promised me that if I behaved, nothing bad will happen. They just want my mother. Why? What do they want with her? I could not bring myself to ask, I simply nodded and sat chained in the tiny cell.
Day 2- I awoke with a start, the sun blaring down into my cell. I could hear the ocean outside. I knew I was close to the water. Was I on an island maybe? I could hear the birds chirping and movement outside the cell. The face of my aunt appeared as the door opened and she stepped in. I had never been close to Suka, this isn't the first run in I've had with my aunt either. “Good morning, Darling Niece... did you sleep well?”
Her voice irritated me. The throbbing in my ribs reminded me to behave, to not talk back. I just silently looked at her and she started to talk again as she laid a plate of food on the dirty floor I sat on. “If your mother is any sort of true mother, she'll come running for you soon. Then you will be let go. No harm done, so cheer up, there's some hope right?” With a pleasant smile, Suka left my cell. I knew that smile was a lie. She has no emotions. Nothing but Manipulation and Lies ever come from her.....
Day 3- Is this even real life anymore? I continue to see and hear strange things from my cell. The most strange is the rat that continues to slip through the bars to growl at me. Do Rats even growl naturally? I don't even know anymore. What I do know, is Suka took my damned boots and now the rat is trying to bite my feet. I continue to kick it away but it keeps coming back. I scream and scoot as far as my chains allow me to, until finally I manage to grab the blasted flea infested thing and throw it through the bars. I could hear its angry growling from the other side. But at least it did not come back.
Day 4- I had enough. I was not raised to sit around and wait to be rescued, I have to get myself out. Using a chicken bone, I try to pick the lock of my shackled wrists, I come from two criminal parents, I should be able to pick a lock easy enough. Can't be that hard right? Wrong. It was a skill of its own, and I spent hours attempting to do this. I was so focused on trying to get free, I failed to hear someone coming. The door swung open, revealing the big man that beat me the last time. My eyes widened and I tried to hide the bone but he had seen what I was doing. It was too late.
He walked in and before he could grab me, I swung my foot up right into his crotch. His grunt and doubling over gave me a little satisfaction, but it was short lived as he backhanded me to the ground. I could only curl into a tight ball as he kicked at me.
“Tarben! Enough!” My aunts voice rang out. “She's our guest, this isn't how we treat guests in our home. We can do better.”
“She kicked me, and tried to escape!”, Tarben, the mans voice was deep and sounded cruel. I hated it. I could hear my aunts voice, she laughed softly, “Where is she going to go? She doesn't even know where she is. It's been four days, and no ones come for her either.” The man simply grunted, and walked out. He left my aunt in there with me, to stroke my hair and wipe the blood from my face. “I'm here, sweetheart. Your mother should have gotten the message by now, she should be here, not you.”
I sit there and allow the soft moments from a woman that I barely know, and wonder, Mom...Where are you?
Day 5- The sounds of the ocean gave me comfort. I could not eat, I could not sleep. I simply sat and listened to the waves crashing onto shore. After the last round with Tarben, I behaved. I think its mid-day now. Tarben is visiting me. He leans on the wall of my cold cell and starts to tell me that if I keep up the good behavior, I could have a new family. They could be my family. He is acting so nice to me in that moment, I wanted to believe him. It's been a while now and those I call family still have yet to come for me. I was only hit, when I hit first. I guess that's fair? I've had so many families growing up, Do I even want another? This kind of family would lead me into the same life my mother lived.
I didn't want that. I don't want to be like her. I held the pride of being the only one in this weird, crazy family that was anything close to normal and good. I don't steal things, I work hard for what I have, I do my best to follow the laws and pay the taxes I am asked for. I do everything right, don't I?
But where has this gotten me? A cold cell and bruised face and broken ribs. It hurts to breath. So I sit quietly and let the man speak. At least its just that today. As he leaves, he leaves a bottle of wine at my feet. That is the first warmth I felt since being brought here....
Day 6- The bottle of wine long been drank, I wake to the throbbing in my skull. I could hear voices outside my cell door. “They still haven't responded. We cannot keep her here for much longer either. We'll have to move her tomorrow.” Suka, her voice I knew well. They haven't responded? The Hope I was holding onto started to wain. My chest tightened and tears began falling. I held back a whimper, not wanting them to know I was even awake yet.
She said they, does that mean the Rangers knew? Wait, did they even tell my mother? I know she's staying at their jail for now. They'd of had to tell her. Mom would have come for me by now. She wouldn't let me rot away like this. I needed to hold on to hope. I can not let them break me. I will continue to hope. Aunt Lux and Aunt Garnet... they would never abandon me either. So long as I kept breathing, I had hope.
Day 1- There I was, on the docks of Skara Brae being entertained by a cute puppy and waiting for the cargo to be loaded onto my ship. I had always felt safe in Skara Brae, the rangers were always kind to me. That's mostly in part to my mother, I should probably go visit her, I'm sure her trial is coming up soon. She never made the best of choices in life, but I can see now that I'm older she tried her best.
I suddenly got a cold chill up my spine, the puppy I named Cerberus started to growl at a figure behind me. As I slowly stood and turned I could see a large blue beast, a rat, and a very tall man looking down at me. The word exchange was simple, I was to go with them willingly or the hard way. Like my mother, I don't always make the right choices in life, but I knew one thing. I had to try. I tried to run away, but the large man struck me down so quickly I barely got off the docks. My vision blurred, I kicked him square between the legs and as I continued to fight, he hauled me over his shoulder, grunting with the pain of being kicked, and the rat, now man? Cast a gate and they whisked me away. I could see the body of Cerberus laid on the dock, a pool of blood under him.
When they got me to their place of operation I once again fought, but what could my tiny form do against such brute force? I was beat down severely, I could feel my ribs cracking under the strong punches, my head hit a post and everything went black. When I came to? I could hear the voice of my Aunt. She stroked my hair and promised me that if I behaved, nothing bad will happen. They just want my mother. Why? What do they want with her? I could not bring myself to ask, I simply nodded and sat chained in the tiny cell.
Day 2- I awoke with a start, the sun blaring down into my cell. I could hear the ocean outside. I knew I was close to the water. Was I on an island maybe? I could hear the birds chirping and movement outside the cell. The face of my aunt appeared as the door opened and she stepped in. I had never been close to Suka, this isn't the first run in I've had with my aunt either. “Good morning, Darling Niece... did you sleep well?”
Her voice irritated me. The throbbing in my ribs reminded me to behave, to not talk back. I just silently looked at her and she started to talk again as she laid a plate of food on the dirty floor I sat on. “If your mother is any sort of true mother, she'll come running for you soon. Then you will be let go. No harm done, so cheer up, there's some hope right?” With a pleasant smile, Suka left my cell. I knew that smile was a lie. She has no emotions. Nothing but Manipulation and Lies ever come from her.....
Day 3- Is this even real life anymore? I continue to see and hear strange things from my cell. The most strange is the rat that continues to slip through the bars to growl at me. Do Rats even growl naturally? I don't even know anymore. What I do know, is Suka took my damned boots and now the rat is trying to bite my feet. I continue to kick it away but it keeps coming back. I scream and scoot as far as my chains allow me to, until finally I manage to grab the blasted flea infested thing and throw it through the bars. I could hear its angry growling from the other side. But at least it did not come back.
Day 4- I had enough. I was not raised to sit around and wait to be rescued, I have to get myself out. Using a chicken bone, I try to pick the lock of my shackled wrists, I come from two criminal parents, I should be able to pick a lock easy enough. Can't be that hard right? Wrong. It was a skill of its own, and I spent hours attempting to do this. I was so focused on trying to get free, I failed to hear someone coming. The door swung open, revealing the big man that beat me the last time. My eyes widened and I tried to hide the bone but he had seen what I was doing. It was too late.
He walked in and before he could grab me, I swung my foot up right into his crotch. His grunt and doubling over gave me a little satisfaction, but it was short lived as he backhanded me to the ground. I could only curl into a tight ball as he kicked at me.
“Tarben! Enough!” My aunts voice rang out. “She's our guest, this isn't how we treat guests in our home. We can do better.”
“She kicked me, and tried to escape!”, Tarben, the mans voice was deep and sounded cruel. I hated it. I could hear my aunts voice, she laughed softly, “Where is she going to go? She doesn't even know where she is. It's been four days, and no ones come for her either.” The man simply grunted, and walked out. He left my aunt in there with me, to stroke my hair and wipe the blood from my face. “I'm here, sweetheart. Your mother should have gotten the message by now, she should be here, not you.”
I sit there and allow the soft moments from a woman that I barely know, and wonder, Mom...Where are you?
Day 5- The sounds of the ocean gave me comfort. I could not eat, I could not sleep. I simply sat and listened to the waves crashing onto shore. After the last round with Tarben, I behaved. I think its mid-day now. Tarben is visiting me. He leans on the wall of my cold cell and starts to tell me that if I keep up the good behavior, I could have a new family. They could be my family. He is acting so nice to me in that moment, I wanted to believe him. It's been a while now and those I call family still have yet to come for me. I was only hit, when I hit first. I guess that's fair? I've had so many families growing up, Do I even want another? This kind of family would lead me into the same life my mother lived.
I didn't want that. I don't want to be like her. I held the pride of being the only one in this weird, crazy family that was anything close to normal and good. I don't steal things, I work hard for what I have, I do my best to follow the laws and pay the taxes I am asked for. I do everything right, don't I?
But where has this gotten me? A cold cell and bruised face and broken ribs. It hurts to breath. So I sit quietly and let the man speak. At least its just that today. As he leaves, he leaves a bottle of wine at my feet. That is the first warmth I felt since being brought here....
Day 6- The bottle of wine long been drank, I wake to the throbbing in my skull. I could hear voices outside my cell door. “They still haven't responded. We cannot keep her here for much longer either. We'll have to move her tomorrow.” Suka, her voice I knew well. They haven't responded? The Hope I was holding onto started to wain. My chest tightened and tears began falling. I held back a whimper, not wanting them to know I was even awake yet.
She said they, does that mean the Rangers knew? Wait, did they even tell my mother? I know she's staying at their jail for now. They'd of had to tell her. Mom would have come for me by now. She wouldn't let me rot away like this. I needed to hold on to hope. I can not let them break me. I will continue to hope. Aunt Lux and Aunt Garnet... they would never abandon me either. So long as I kept breathing, I had hope.