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Post by lara on Apr 14, 2010 20:56:08 GMT -5
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?! Lara's mind screamed. "I... I passed out! Shit I'm totally defenseless! fuckfuckfuck he's going to slaughter me! Wait, this has to be a dream, but... but isn't this like a dream? A dream within a dream? GAH I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT" her mind screamed.
Lara remained unconscious as Tommy carried her off.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 14, 2010 21:02:35 GMT -5
Eventually Tommy came across a house he had taken as his own, it had a basement deep underground. The clown carried Lara down the flight of stairs to the basement, it was a cold damp stone room. The kind of place Leatherface would own, which is probably why Tommy chose it. He sat her down in a wooden chair with her ankles tied to the legs of the chair. Tommy went back upstairs and brought another chair down, locking the door behind him. He sat down making himself comfortable, took out a joint and started smoking. Blowing the smoke into Lara's face, hopefully it would interfere with her unconcious state, maybe dreams? Either way Tommy would like to sit and watch what happens.
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Post by lara on Apr 14, 2010 21:08:20 GMT -5
Something was burning? Lara's face twitched, the smoke slowly bring her back into the world of the living. "...Wha...what's going on?" she asked groggily. Her head was spinning and she was coughing from the smoke being blown into her face. She tried to move her arms and legs, but after a few moments noticed they were tied down. Her eyes snapped open and she began to struggle with the bonds keeping her in the chair. No no no no, this couldn't be happening, this was a dream.....
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 14, 2010 21:41:06 GMT -5
Tommy toked his joint and sat there looking at Lara. She started to wake up and mumble words out. "I'm getting a tad hungry now love, might be the munchies coming on." Tommy got up and made his way to the freezer and got out what appeared to be a leg of lamb. But it could have been off anything. He brought back over and sat down taking bites out of it. "So tell me about yourself, what do you do.."
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Post by lara on Apr 14, 2010 21:44:56 GMT -5
Tommy's words about being hungry bounced off of Lara and went unheard, however she did catch him asking about her. Might as well go along with it, not like she was able to get away. "I....I'm a bar...bartender" she said softly, her head rolling to the side a bit as she continued to wake up.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 14, 2010 21:47:26 GMT -5
"A bartender you say? That does sound interesting, a classy bar or a sleazy saloon?" Tommy took another drag and a bite out of the meat. His eyes were staring to feel heavy and he was having trouble keeping them open. "When did you get here? In this city I mean."
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Post by lara on Apr 14, 2010 21:50:40 GMT -5
"worked in....fancy bar at the Hyatt hotel in Chicago" she said softly, her own eyelids feeling rather heavy. "Got here....earlier today" she added.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 14, 2010 21:53:18 GMT -5
Tommy tried to stay awak but before he heard Lara finish he was out. He sat there with his head hung over the back of hi chair, the meat and joint dropped on the floor. The clown was a restless sleeper and mixed with the marijuana he soon started having the odd twitch and rough sleep talk.
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Post by lara on Apr 14, 2010 22:00:38 GMT -5
Lara jerked awake, the Clown's loud talking waking her from a pot induced slumber. He was talking in his sleep.... loudly too. Taking advantage of his slumber, Lara started to struggle with her restraints. She had to get free, there was no other option, she had to get out of here.
Her attempts where getting a little more desperate as time went on, and eventually she ended up knocking over her chair, falling roughly on the ground. Lara cried out in pain.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on May 2, 2010 3:47:58 GMT -5
Tommy was stirring in his sleep, his face held in position from the various pins holding it open. Saliva secreting from out his mouth onto his chest, his eye torn ope despite the fact Tommy was in a deep sleep.
The sudden crash and scream Lara made threw Tommy into a state of instant rage and alertness. In a second he was up looking around to every point of the room growling like an aggravated animal. His head turned slowly to Lara on the floor, his open eye falling upon her he was breathing heavily as he tried to swallow. A hard task indeed when your mouth is forced open.
He looked intently around the floor here he had been sleeping and saw his joint on the floor and as if drawn by some untold purpose he made his way to a closet which held inside several tanks of gasoline. He unscrewed the tops and started throwing the liquid in every direction, splashing on the floor, walls and some on Lara. The clown would keep making quick glances back to Lara then back to what he was doing he was not fully in control of his actions
Once he had done he pulled took a matchbox from a nearby table and struck one, the flame burned brightly while Tommy eyed it up, fascinated by it before losing interest in it and throwing it to the gas covered floor. Flames roared and rose up to lick the walls as Tommy cackled maniacally. The heat blazing against his skin, he remembered that feeling all too well. Unsheathing his hatchet he chopped the ropes holding Lara to the chair, without making sure she was capable of escape Tommy ran up the stairs and out onto the streets once again.
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Post by lara on May 2, 2010 11:39:09 GMT -5
Oh. My. God. He was totally insane! Lara stared in horror as Tommy lit the place on fire. At least he had cut away her ropes. Lara struggled to free herself as quickly as possible. The basement was steadily filling with smoke and flames as Lara finally managed to get away from the chair she had been tied to. She ran to the stairs and sprinted up them, exiting the house as quickly as she could.
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