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Post by K Man on Nov 11, 2014 14:41:46 GMT -5
If one were so inclined, they could follow the trail Silence Sykes left as he was drug through the streets of Salem in the waning twilight of the day. Like a hobbled wagon, two boot heels left deep ruts in the muddy streets occasionally perforated by a mess in the mud - signs that the men that drug him away stopped to pound some sense and quiet into him. Then more ruts in the mud, an empty boot cast aside outside the butchery, another mess in the mud. It was clear that Silence had put up a fight but ultimately, the trail led to an old textile warehouse on the outskirts of town where cotton consignments from the South would be stored before being distributed to the mills for refinement. In the fall, such a place was boarded up and left dark and cold - the perfect place for such a meeting....well, that was a formal term of course, one should call it an ultimatum.
The first day of court, the first day that three stood up to the fearsome Preacher Carrington. Things could have gone better for Blake Carrington....but things definitely could have gone better for Silence Sykes. The Minister watched with cold eyes as two men drug Silence Sykes into the warehouse through a side door and lashed him to an empty chair with bits of rope from cotton bundles. Legs, arms, hands, all bound. Fresh blood leaked in rivulets from his mouth, his skin was already beginning to darken around his eyes from the beatings.
"Allister. Gregory." The Minister flicked them each a silver coin for their trouble. They caught each piece in turn and headed for the door, their instruction to wait outside. The door closed... two men now alone.
"You must be pretty proud of yourself Silence." The Preacher hadn't moved from his casual stance, leaning against a cotton loom. He calmly cleaned his nails with a large silvered knife. "Big day in court and so much evil brought to light. Your sister making such a display, Thomas so proud and defiant when it is his faith that wavered...not mine...not ours."
Carrrington settled his gaze on Silence for the first time.
"If you wanted it Silence, you didn't have to go through all this trouble. You could've simply submitted....gone through the apprenticeship and earned it..." Blake tapped a black silken package on the loom with the tip of the knife. "The Tempter has much in store for one capable of betrayal..."
(I'll pause here. Someone could've followed the tracks, Silence can certainly speak up.)
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Post by Lin on Nov 11, 2014 20:10:45 GMT -5
Silence sucked his swollen tongue inside of his mouth, only half registering what was being said. He had uselessly fought all the way here and was completely exhausted. Looking up at the proud preacher, acting all holy then thou, he couldn't bring himself to answer the question, afraid of what that it might be something God wouldn't forgive. Instead, he asked a question of his own.
"Why do you hate us so much?" Silence groaned. "What did we ever do to you?"
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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Nov 11, 2014 20:44:13 GMT -5
(whenever it is apropos to the scene this would happen)
Tace knows her brother is up to something when he goes rushing from the courthouse. He says to meet him at home, but she'd be damned if he ended up getting himself thrown in a jail cell today. Catching word that Silence started trouble with Thomas and got himself dragged off by two thugs, Tace sets off after him to make sure he's in no real danger.
She spots the two thugs, but no Silence, and it looks like they are standing guard.
"where's my brother?" Tace demands, possessing one of the two loudest mouths in Salem.
"Silence, you in there?"
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Post by Yakumo on Nov 11, 2014 22:51:30 GMT -5
"Oh wer gonna end this alright Silence" Thomas thinks as the two men drag his attacker away.
Thomas slowly gets to his feet, clothes covered in the wet mud. He turns heel and heads to his home.
Striding into the small wooden house near the edge of town, Thomas take his hunting rifle off of its rack before thinking better of it. Silence is an idiot and a jerk, but he's like a brother. He changes his clothes and loops his hunting knife to be clearly displayed on his belt. "No one is catchin me sleepin again."
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Post by K Man on Nov 12, 2014 9:29:59 GMT -5
(Inside)
Carrington could only smirk at Silence, roped to the chair and thinking he had the right to ask questions. Still an offer was made and no sense in being impolite....just yet anyways. "It's not about what you've or your family has done...it's about what you can do." The Minister smiled broadly. "And you mistake my hate for a much more complex need for social cohesion and keeping up appearances. I don't hate you as a Sykes, I love you as a tool..."
Blake turned his head, hearing Allister and Gregory talking to someone outside - their words muffled and beyond comprehension. "What will it be Silence? The offer or the courtroom?"
(Outside)
Allister and Gregory shuffle before the wooden door, creating an effective barricade of meat. When Tace calls out for her kin, Allister tenses and withdraws a slender butcher knife - the given tool of his trade. Gregory steels Allisters hand, pushing the knife back into its sheath.
"Preacher said he's need just a minute." He turns and smiles politely at Tace. "Just be patient and it'll be over soon...one way or the other."
Allister struggles to remove his knife once more, desperate to be the first to strike if she lunged. Gregory hurried muttered. "You know the Preacher's plans for her....she brought it into the world, she can't be harmed....yet. Calm brother. Patient rewards with pleasure...." He eyes Tace lustfully, like one would eye a piece of meat.
Allister shakes, trying to control his knife arm...
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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Nov 12, 2014 13:14:29 GMT -5
(waaah I dont know what die to give. I would say black just to make white & black pools even & leave the rest up to yakumo and Lin wahahaha)
I guess at this point Taciturn's reaction could depend on the die result, whether she continues to shout and try to get inside or keep her distance from the knife weilder or something else k man thinks of...
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Post by Yakumo on Nov 12, 2014 18:58:53 GMT -5
(I'll go with....white die)
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Post by K Man on Nov 12, 2014 19:13:01 GMT -5
(Tie breaker to you Lin... Silence is golden it would seem...  |
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Post by Lin on Nov 12, 2014 21:58:50 GMT -5
[black]
Silence had felt useless all of his life, but the important thing was that he was still himself. That one thing must remain true because it was literally all he had that was of any worth.
"Preacher, you ain't exactly so smart. You let me out of this chair and I will make it so that all of your Earthly plans come undone and now I'm thinking it ain't even worth waiting for the court to do it."
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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Nov 13, 2014 18:59:55 GMT -5
I'll just let k man decide what tace does if it's relevant
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Post by K Man on Nov 13, 2014 22:47:57 GMT -5
[Black Die it is]
Tace is startled by the sound of heavy boots at her back - more men...more of the Preacher's men? She startles and spins around to find not one, or two...but four men approaching the darkened warehouse and empty street. One holds a torch at hand, the light illuminating his concerned face. It's Hammond, the wise old merchant who owns the ferrier in Salem...and a well known man liked for his neutrality and slow actions, caution guiding his every move. At his back are three young men that work in his business, all muscle and devotion to the sage-like owner of the shop.
Hammond eyes Tace, his scowl drifting to Allister and Gregory standing shoulder to shoulder before the door. "Ms Sykes....everything alright?"
It take a few minutes for Hammond to absorb the sniffling, worried words of Tace, but once he takes them in he waves his torch at the guards. "Enough damage has been done to this town men. Stand aside so that whatever else comes does so in a fashion befitting justice and equality.
When Hammond waves his young men forward, Allister and Gregory stand aside and slowly lurk off into the night....
"Preacher!" Hammond bursts through the door, torch still in hand. Three men pile into the dusty room with him, the two men once outside no where to be seen.
For perhaps the first time ever witnessed by any, the Minister seems genuinely shocked. He drops a knife blade to the floor and staggers in his speech. "I....I....I.....Silence was...."
"Enough! Hammond cuts him short.
Hammond's men rush to Silence's side, cutting loose his ropes. Tace enters next, sobbing and rushing to her brothers' side. She helps him up and quickly walks with him out of the warehouse. The Minister's gaze turns quite sour, like a wolf watching his limping prey get away. The shock drains from his face and he scowls at Hammond. Hammond is resolve incarnate, standing toe to toe with Carrington. His men grab the black silk package and the knife from the floor.
"I presume the Constable will want this as evidence in tomorrow's proceedings..." Hammond simply nods, knowing he has the Minister in a precarious position.
Quiet and concerned, Carrington watches the men exit the warehouse, the last of the torch light leaving him cloaked in darkness....
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Post by K Man on Nov 14, 2014 8:23:58 GMT -5
Oh, and I'll give that black die to Shakes. I would've gotten away with it it wasn't for you meddling kid sisters!
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