Bela Talbot (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-02-03 02:42 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-02-03 02:42 pm
[TBS] Your character is tied to a chair. Why?
OOC: This is not binding on any Dean or Sam, but too good to resist. I had to do it. And she hates me for it.
She came to slowly, the throbbing in her head increasing as she tried to lift her head off her chest. Her face scrunched slightly as she lifted her head, trying to somehow get the moments previous to this blackout to come into focus, before she opened her eyes and got a handle on the current situation. Her wrists and ankles were both sore as well, and she reached over with one hand to rub the other wrist, and was when she felt the rough scratch of rope against her skin. Her eyes flew open, and suddenly she remembered exactly what had happened previously.
“Looks like sleeping beauty’s awake, Sammy.”
“You feelin’ alright, Bela?”
Bela looked up at both of them with a look of pure contempt on her face. She struggled fitfully against her bonds for a few minutes, before growling slightly as she shouted back at them. Her wrists were tied to a chair behind her back, and her ankles were tied together as well, leaving her helpless in the middle of some dingy hotel room.
“When I get out of this? I’m going to shoot both of you!”
“Aww, c’mon now, Bela,” Dean said, looking up at her from where he was sitting, sharpening his knives. “What did you expect us to do?”
“Most certainly not cold cock me with a gun then tie me to a chair!” she glared, her hair falling in front of her face, and she shook it back with a frustrated growl. Both Winchesters, however, were unfazed by her clearly pissed off state, and just sat there watching her with amused smirks on their faces. Which she was going to take immense pleasure in shooting off. As soon as she could get her hands free and get to her gun.
“Well—we tell you to stay out of things you don’t listen,” Sam said, giving her a look. “What else was there left to do?”
“Exactly. Desperate times call for desperate measures, sweetheart,” Dean replied, giving her the cheeky grin she wanted to smack right off his face.
“So this is your answer? Kidnapping?”
“Whatever works, Bela,” Sam shrugged. “To be completely honest, we didn’t think we’d be able to do it.”
“Yes, well, you did. Happy now?”
“Ecstatic,” Dean said with a wide grin, which only made Bela snarl more as she started fighting again, ready to beat him to death.
“And we’re really sorry about this.”
Her head snapped around to where Sam was sitting and she gave him a glare. “Oh, no you’re not. You’re enjoying this just as much as he is.”
Sam gave her a brief, hurt puppy expression, before he dropped it for a wide grin. “Yeah, I kinda am,” Sam chuckled, before getting up and throwing his bag over his shoulder. Dean did the same, slipping his knives away and throwing on a jacket before doing the same with his bag. Bela’s eyes widened slightly, and she shook her head.
“You’re not going to just leave me here, are you?”
“Somebody’ll be around eventually to let you out,” Dean said with a nod. “Until then, sayonara, sweetheart.”
She took deep breaths, trying to hold on to her anger, and not let it give way to fear. Because really—they were leaving her tied up in some motel room, God knows where, and she didn’t know if they were coming back or not.
“Dean! DEAN!” The door closed and she took a deep breath before screaming after them. “DO THE WORDS SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?!?!”
She closed her eyes, and kept fighting against the bonds again for a minute, before giving up with a frustrated yell. “Oh God,” she mumbled, before opening her eyes again, letting herself calm down a bit, before looking around for something that she could used to untie herself with. Her eyes flitted frantically for a moment, before her eyes landed on a glint of silver shining up from the bed. She leaned closer, realizing that it was, in fact, a knife—possibly the one that Dean had just been sharpening before.
“Bingo,” she whispered, before shifting slightly, and trying to inch the chair forward so that she could get to the knife, free herself, and go kill them. She managed to make it to about a foot away from the bed when she felt the chair land awkwardly and her balance was thrown. She tried throwing her weight in various directions but failed, and she tumbled to the floor, landing hard on the arm of the one side, and hitting her head on the floor, only causing the throbbing to intensify.
“Damn,” she hissed, before trying to shift so that she could get her weight off her injured arm, which wasn’t working to well. She let out a deep breath, shaking her head slightly before muttering softly to herself. “I’m going to kill them both. Multiple times. And it is going to bloody hurt.”
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She came to slowly, the throbbing in her head increasing as she tried to lift her head off her chest. Her face scrunched slightly as she lifted her head, trying to somehow get the moments previous to this blackout to come into focus, before she opened her eyes and got a handle on the current situation. Her wrists and ankles were both sore as well, and she reached over with one hand to rub the other wrist, and was when she felt the rough scratch of rope against her skin. Her eyes flew open, and suddenly she remembered exactly what had happened previously.
“Looks like sleeping beauty’s awake, Sammy.”
“You feelin’ alright, Bela?”
Bela looked up at both of them with a look of pure contempt on her face. She struggled fitfully against her bonds for a few minutes, before growling slightly as she shouted back at them. Her wrists were tied to a chair behind her back, and her ankles were tied together as well, leaving her helpless in the middle of some dingy hotel room.
“When I get out of this? I’m going to shoot both of you!”
“Aww, c’mon now, Bela,” Dean said, looking up at her from where he was sitting, sharpening his knives. “What did you expect us to do?”
“Most certainly not cold cock me with a gun then tie me to a chair!” she glared, her hair falling in front of her face, and she shook it back with a frustrated growl. Both Winchesters, however, were unfazed by her clearly pissed off state, and just sat there watching her with amused smirks on their faces. Which she was going to take immense pleasure in shooting off. As soon as she could get her hands free and get to her gun.
“Well—we tell you to stay out of things you don’t listen,” Sam said, giving her a look. “What else was there left to do?”
“Exactly. Desperate times call for desperate measures, sweetheart,” Dean replied, giving her the cheeky grin she wanted to smack right off his face.
“So this is your answer? Kidnapping?”
“Whatever works, Bela,” Sam shrugged. “To be completely honest, we didn’t think we’d be able to do it.”
“Yes, well, you did. Happy now?”
“Ecstatic,” Dean said with a wide grin, which only made Bela snarl more as she started fighting again, ready to beat him to death.
“And we’re really sorry about this.”
Her head snapped around to where Sam was sitting and she gave him a glare. “Oh, no you’re not. You’re enjoying this just as much as he is.”
Sam gave her a brief, hurt puppy expression, before he dropped it for a wide grin. “Yeah, I kinda am,” Sam chuckled, before getting up and throwing his bag over his shoulder. Dean did the same, slipping his knives away and throwing on a jacket before doing the same with his bag. Bela’s eyes widened slightly, and she shook her head.
“You’re not going to just leave me here, are you?”
“Somebody’ll be around eventually to let you out,” Dean said with a nod. “Until then, sayonara, sweetheart.”
She took deep breaths, trying to hold on to her anger, and not let it give way to fear. Because really—they were leaving her tied up in some motel room, God knows where, and she didn’t know if they were coming back or not.
“Dean! DEAN!” The door closed and she took a deep breath before screaming after them. “DO THE WORDS SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?!?!”
She closed her eyes, and kept fighting against the bonds again for a minute, before giving up with a frustrated yell. “Oh God,” she mumbled, before opening her eyes again, letting herself calm down a bit, before looking around for something that she could used to untie herself with. Her eyes flitted frantically for a moment, before her eyes landed on a glint of silver shining up from the bed. She leaned closer, realizing that it was, in fact, a knife—possibly the one that Dean had just been sharpening before.
“Bingo,” she whispered, before shifting slightly, and trying to inch the chair forward so that she could get to the knife, free herself, and go kill them. She managed to make it to about a foot away from the bed when she felt the chair land awkwardly and her balance was thrown. She tried throwing her weight in various directions but failed, and she tumbled to the floor, landing hard on the arm of the one side, and hitting her head on the floor, only causing the throbbing to intensify.
“Damn,” she hissed, before trying to shift so that she could get her weight off her injured arm, which wasn’t working to well. She let out a deep breath, shaking her head slightly before muttering softly to herself. “I’m going to kill them both. Multiple times. And it is going to bloody hurt.”
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