Callum <8bite
It happened fast; her movements were impressively quick. Callum's reaction was to close his eye's briefly and exhale in annoyance. Perhaps it had been too much to expect his foil to be receptive to what he knew he had to do.
She was out of the room almost immediately, and her next move was not difficult to anticipate. Opening his eyes he hastily grabbed an object leaning against the wall - a long metal pole with some sort of ecclesiastical emblem on the end - whirled around and with a fluid motion pushed it through the diminishing opening between the door and the frame. There was a dull crunch as the door impacted against the metal, and bounced away, the latch failing to make it's destination.
He levered the door open, not knowing whether she would be standing outside or running, but there was nowhere to go. With firm strides he walked out into the middle room where she was stood. He knew she had no options. She'd already played her best hand, and it had failed.
"See." he said, his voice carrying a subtle hint of dark aggression, and his expression slightly harder than before. "You'll find I'm right a lot of the time. I suggest you consider doing things my way."
He dropped the pole onto the floor, with a clang that resonated in such a way that it was clear the sound had nowhere to go. The walls, ceiling and floor were all stone, there were no windows or natural light. The middle room looked live a living area, not a prison, though the furniture and items were clearly salvaged from various places. Some objects were old church furnishings.
He breathed long and deep, trying to calm himself. His temper had risen, he knew that, but it wouldn't do to let it show. So he suppressed it. Safety was the thing he needed to communicate. If only she realised that she was in a room that hadn't been entered by anyone but him in over five years. You couldn't get much safer than that.
Reaching back to pull the wrought iron key from the door, he slipped it into his pocket and took a step towards her. Watching trying to figure out what to do next, it occurred to him that the extemporaneous nature of his acquisition of her meant that he did not know her name.
"So," he said, "that guy, what does he call you?"
The question was phrased deliberately. He was taking over that guy's role, and people sometimes had special names for their girlfriends. So if that guy had one for her, that's what Callum would use as well.
Nate <8bite
Nate leapt away from the door with a pitched yelp when the pole made contact with it already on the outside she instead stumbled to the middle of the room eyes feverishly dragging in the new sights all at once in attempt to sought out something that obviously meant exit but everything screamed solidity. Furniture, floor, walls, ceiling...no door. Door, door, door there was no door! She twisted round and round in circles as if chasing a tail but instead of seeing a way out everything began to blur.
There is no way out. He's going to catch you. Nate shook her hands in frustration stifling a cry, why was this happening to her, why her, surely karma didnt kick you in the teeth this badly. She hadn't meant to trip her sister up this morning, she'd never kill another spider with a magazine, she'd give money to charity she really would just show her a door.
He was behind her. Nate could hear the anger, like the precaution snarl of a dog towards a cat. He was proving a point. Confirming to her that there was no way out- that he was right. Right about what- that she was trapped- that no one would find her. He was talking about doing things his way. His way. Would he prefer to run a dotted line across her neck on where to cut or where to strangle she thought hysterically. What did his way mean. Did it mean ransom. Would...would he let her go if she did things his way whatever his way involved doing.
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