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She had been trapped for many weeks now. The days had meshed together and the once-pigtailed girl felt suddenly thirsty. She was only given the most minimal water, and now her need was growing by the minute.
Mei groaned in physical pain as she looked up at the bars on her cell. Eyes were swollen from both tears and beating as she attempted to draw herself up to a standing position - weak from all the attacks she'd maintained. "Is anyone there?" She called out pitifully, hoping that one of the few who had at least given her food might listen, "I need water, please!" She spluttered, uncertain whether anyone would come. Tongue dabbed chapped lips as she looked desperately for the signs of people.
Another Wednesday meant another shift of making sure their little captive was doing well. Eliard wouldn’t pretend to despise the job nor enjoy it, much to the dismay of his colleagues. He didn’t really care for it, remaining indifferent about the trivial task. Eventually, the vagabond of a knight would come to heed her call. Armed with only a tray of food, a flashlight, and a pail of water, he stopped before her cell doors.
This wasn’t his first time visiting her nor would it be her last. Every week she maintained her persistent disposition, adamant on eventually escaping. Maybe she would, maybe she wouldn’t. Eliard wouldn’t know, nor would he care.
“I have water.”
Last Edit: Dec 8, 2012 13:13:31 GMT 9.5 by stalker
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Glimpses of light spilling down the normally dark hallway alerted her that she wouldn't be entirely alone for much longer, and another whimper pulled out of her throat. "Please, I'm so thirsty." She recognised his face and gave him that same look, the look of pleading and begging for him to let her out - though she'd learned that she wasn't getting out any time soon - and propped herself up awkwardly on the bars. "I need it.. I'm so relieved you're here, please," she sounded pitiful, almost childish. She had never thought she'd be begging her captors for mercy, to provide her with the bare essentials.
But then, she had thought she would be out of there by now.
Eliard had been too merciful compared to his peers. That stone cold resistance came crumbling down the moment she recognized him. Where her other captors had played and toyed with her, he had kept to his job. Nothing more, nothing less. As routine, he would bend down to give her a soft pat on the head. She was to remain here, unbroken and sober enough to function when the time came. If she broke down and died it wouldn’t be on his shift, not while his ass was on the line.
A deep exhale fumed from his nostril as he clambered up to undo her cell doors. By now he trusted that she wouldn’t try to fling herself past him. Both of knew that she would never make it past his burley arms. His mercy wasn’t something to be played with.
“Careful,” he warned, bring the pail toward her. With a hand wrapped around her waist, he brought it up to her mouth. The least he could do when she seemed to be getting weaker with each visit.
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It would have been useless for her to try and run. A waste of time, considering the pain she had shooting through her body. And Eliard had been her favourite guard. He hadn't beaten her unnecessarily, he hadn't harmed her when he'd walked in. With a flinch of pain at the arm around her waist, she instead focused desperately at the water, letting it wet her lips before letting it drip down into her throat. Relief marked her face and she stared adoringly in appreciation at the guard.
"Thank you," she managed to breathe as she looked at the container. Her inability to even hold herself up made her feel weak and retched, and the others thought it funny to watch her struggle, but she was just pleased that she had water. "I didn't realise it had been another full week already, I'm glad to see you."
Watching her down the pail brought Eliard an odd sense of satisfaction; the sense of relief a mother has when spoon feeding her sick child. He ignores it as he sets the pail aside, still holding her. His free hand stretched, tracing along the cold metal of the tray he brought with him until he grasp the loaf of bread he brought her. Breaking it into a half, he bring it toward her mouth.
“Eat.”
There’s no room for thanks in his line of work. He only does it out of necessity, not the false compassion she sees in him. Work keeps him at a distance, even then he had nothing to say to her.
Last Edit: Dec 8, 2012 14:05:40 GMT 9.5 by stalker
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In the one hand she had that was not crushed to insane pain grasped at the piece of bread he was offering her. She paused for a moment, licking at her damaged lips instead. "Give me a minute, it's been a while since I've managed to drink anything or eat anything, so I need time." She breathed out, looking down at the filthy ground. "Can't you move me somewhere up? I need sunlight.. I want to get out of this place." She grumbled, letting out a sigh and nibbling at a piece of bread.
At her command, he would wait for her to adjust to better accept the food. Patiently, he stayed there, as he had been trained when he was younger. Discipline had been the only reason he accepted the job of infiltrating their ranks and serving as one of their more dependable lackeys. His no nonsense mentality had given him an edge over his more disturbed colleagues. The same mentality that ignored her pleas while he waited for her to finish her meal.
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He was still avoiding her question. A shiver passed through her body as she huddled close to the stoic man who never responded to her pleas and questions. She pulled more slowly at the bread, holding it between her lips as if it were her last meal - simply because she never knew if it would actually be that - and chewed on the inside of her lip as she swallowed. "You seem like a good person.. you've never been unkind to me. Why don't you run away?"
Again, she would question him, determined to wring out some kind of definite answer from him. As always, he would merely play aloof. “I do what I must,” he repeated, hopefully answering her curiosity. Too bad it never did. He would take a different approach this time.
“How have you been doing,” he asked, objective as ever. He was more concerned about her deteriorating health rather than her well being. His voice made that more than obvious. She was to be taken care of and he would make sure she was. Didn’t mean he cared for her or her predicament. This was only a job.
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Surely he had to be joking asking her how she was doing. Her eyes narrowed a little and she shook her head, "It's not easy in here.. there's so many people who don't even give me the food.. they just.." She frowned and looked down, "It's hard to survive. I want to give up, some days.. but they won't hurt me enough to get to that point. They starve and dehydrate me until I can't take it and then someone brings me food and water and I'm okay again but I can barely stand.. I don't even know what they want from me anymore." She poked at the bread absently, then looked up at him. "Except you. Why can't they all be like you?" At least even in the badguys there was a man with some good.
Eliard could only listen and nod with her evaluation of her treatment. For the two of them to expect anything else was just foolish optimism. Eliard knew better than to presume that anyone else follow their instructions to a dot. Power over another brought out the worst in people. Even he would have to admit that.
“I’ll be attending to your wounds from now on,” he stated bluntly, ignoring her last words. “Along with checking on you more often. I’ll stop by on Saturdays too, until told otherwise.”
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Mei couldn't really ask for a better attendant. Despite the fact that she was the enemy, he had always treated her with - well, kindness was not the right word. But there had been no unnecessary groping, no shoving her to the ground and spilling the precious water she waited so long to drink. Mei's need to be with people surfacing even in the moment as she shuffled against him, almost nuzzling his arm. Instead her face just rested against his arm and she picked at another small few crumbs of bread. "What day is it today?" She asked, unsure if that meant she would see him multiple days in a row. The lack of light meant she slept at odd periods, that days seemed to mesh together. "You.. will be tending my wounds?" She questioned lightly, confusion clear in her tone.
“Wednesday. I come here every Wednesday,” he answered objectively. Eliard was far from surprised that she had lost track of time from within the prison. From her perspective there was nothing to verify or determine just how much time had passed since he initial capture. Considering he had been assigned to care for her after she had been captured, even Eliard didn’t know just how long she had been imprisoned.
“Your condition isn’t satisfactory. I will be making sure you recover and become… healthier.”
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Wednesday. So that was what day it was. She had been pulled into the cells on a Monday. If she could recall how many days had passed she would be able to know exactly how long she had been away from everything. Away from a bed. "It's not satisfactory? I didn't do this to myself, I couldn't exactly treat my own wounds when that horrid woman stepped on my hand.." Mei glanced down at the harshly bruised hand, closing her eyes. "It'll be nice to see you more often. It's always a relief when it's you and not one of the others." She mumbled, finally finishing off the bread she'd been handed.
"So you think you'll make me healthier? I don't really know how.. the others might just attempt to keep your food away from me too, they don't exactly like seeing me satisfied."
“I know it’s not your fault but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s not satisfactory.” Eliard did little to address her concern, unable and unwilling to promise to put an end to the harsh treatment she had to undergo. It wasn’t his place and he couldn’t guarantee it even if he did.
With her food finished, Eliard would grab the last thing he had brought with him. Underneath his sashes was a small tube of ointment, his own personal cream used for his rather rough exertions. “They do what they will but bosses orders are final. No one crosses the boss.”
Post by MEI MORIMOTO on Dec 8, 2012 18:10:03 GMT 9.5
She frowned. Mei didn't want to be unsatisfactory. She didn't want to be the person who couldn't even be captured properly. Blue eyes, once alight with love and laughter now dull and emotionless looked straight down at the gritty floor and she breathed out quietly, "I'm sorry, really... I wish they weren't causing you drama or inconvenience." She tugged with her good hand at her hair, then breathed out slowly. "So aren't you going against their orders if you're helping me?" She blinked.
Despite her question, she hesitantly offered the man her hand. She looked confused, worried even. Her brain was clicking over, so confused by the kindness he was showing.
Wordlessly, Eliard took her hand within his own, careful with his touches and examining the battered limb. Spurts of thick gel would be coated onto Mei’s dainty hand, covering it, protecting it. “Boss wants you alive and functional,” he stated while rubbing the ointment into her skin. “That means able bodied.”
Post by MEI MORIMOTO on Dec 16, 2012 16:49:25 GMT 9.5
Mei let out a quiet hiuss as he touched the bruising on her hand. It had been so sore for so long that the sudden touch. The gel being rubbed in gave her some soothing, but she was more concerned by the fact that he wanted her alive and functional. "Able bodied. That means a little more food. And being able to stand up. I'd like that." She watched the bruise out of her eyes. "I won't forget your kindness, you know. You're the only person who's really helped me in here." She looked up at him, thankfulness in her gaze.
