Without Words: A SRP Experiment

[Johnny B BADD]

OOC:

Johnny Kaye.
28 years old.
6'3"
220.
Brown hair.
Hazel eyes.
Well built.
Dangerous.



IC:

It was a long ride.
She kept speaking through most of it.
Talking.
Moaning. Weeping.
Muttering.
Occasionally screaming.

I ignored it.
I didn't understand a word she was saying.
And she didn't understand English.

She was a pretty little thing, though.
Petite, like most Asians.
Looking a lot younger than her twenty years.

Killing her was going to be a damned shame.

Still.
She had seem my face.

Nothing else to say.
Nothing else to do.
She had to die.

Right after her father paid off the ransom.

I knew it would take a few days to come up with that kind of dough, though.
Which was fine.
I was a patient man.
With a comfortable, isolated hideout.
And a beautiful, helpless captive.
What could be better?


OOC:

This is an open thread, but it will require a talented writer.
These are two people who cannot communicate with words.
They are isolated, with only their thoughts to guide them.

Can they interact without words?

 

[Nymph]

interesting...

Miko.
slim, 4'9" tall.
33c breasts
Dark hair and eyes.

Slowly, my weeping came to an end, or at least I stopped making any noise. And why had I tried to plead with him? Even if he could understand me, he obviously is not going to let me go.

I shiver in fear as I wonder what he is going to do with me. Kill me? Or...maybe even...

I squealed in horror at the thought. But why did he have to drive me all the way to do it? Why not just do it back in the alley?
I struggled weakly against my bonds, my sobs returning as I awaited my fate...

 

[Johnny B BADD]

Johnny

She had calmed down a bit by the time we reached the woods.
I parked the truck, but we still had quite a hike ahead of us.
And as tiny as she was, I didn't fancy carrying her.

I opened the back gate and reached for her.
She kicked out at me, and landed a solid blow on my shoulder that made me wince.
I slapped her with the back of my hand and warned her to never do that again.

That started the waterworks again.

I dragged her out and set her on her feet.
They were like rubber.
She had trouble standing.
I gave her a minute to adjust while I got my backpack.
When I looked up again, I saw her scrambling towards the trees, suddenly looking like FloJo.

Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.

I set off after her.....

 

[Nymph]

The kick had been a mistake. What chance had I of really harming him? Trying to hold back my tears at the pain of his slap, I looked to the ground, breathing hard. I didn't know what he told me, but it was easy to see he was angry. I was scared. Scared to death.

I almost stumbled, so afraid was I....and when he turned away for a while, I felt only one impulse, and ran off into the trees.
As soon as I had done it, I knew it had been another mistake, scrambling over this treacherous ground with my wrists tied together. But it was too late now.

Ignoring the branches that ripped at my blouse and skirt, I ran on and on, blind with fear...and suddenly my feet caught in a tree rot.
With a yelp, I fell onto the ground, struggling to get up...a lost cause in my state of fear without hands...

OOC

I'm really enjoying this, but if may make a small side notice...i'd appreciate it if you didn't decide my character's actions. thanks!