Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170313020704/@comment-31336039-20170427222159

With a glance hidden between his eyelids, he saw a guard enter the room, covered by two of his colleagues who remained in the corridor. But by prudence, he hastened to close his eyes, having no will to converse with his jailers in his present physical condition.A little metallic noise was heard and someone approached him....

"Still asleep? For someone who has caused so many problems, he's very pathetic, Sergeant." criticized a young man.

"Beware, appearances are often misleading, especially with our customers." Talk someone down the corridor. "

"Yes, Sergeant, but what will you do with him if he does not wake up?"

"Not my problem, the captain will decide his fate."

"That witch?"

"Watch your language!" She might decide to teach you respect."

"..."

A little silence settled before the sergeant spoke again.

"Well, he's still breathing, but we're not going to waste our time feeding him and hydrating him ... I'm not paid to play the nurse, and if he dies we'll say he refused to eat."

"But sergeant it would be ..."

"Indeed, one problem less to be dealt with ... this kind of people invoked from other worlds to play heroes, are sources of permanent problems. Between their stranges powers, their different beliefs, morality and the fact that they can turn against us. In addition we can recover his funny weapons, especially this riffle as they call it. Could be useful if you manage to make it work."

You can try ...

The so called sergeant finished closing the door behind his subordinate, leaving our man alone.

After a few minutes of sleep facking, he decided to drag himself to the abandoned plate. Nothing special except for the almost out of service metal plate, a piece of dry bread and a pitcher of stagnant water. Taking advantage of the opportunity, to calm his hunger and dry throat. He did not hesitate to throw himself on the depressing meal.

Time was passing slowly, with nothing stimulating his mind in this depressing cell. Except a rat, who had managed to get into the jail to sniff the meal tray before disappearing again by pushing some little disappointed cries. Lying on his couch, he tried to find sleep while waiting for the next meal. While formulating a way to address the guards on their next visits.

Later a presence was felt, putting him on alert. He closed his eyes and reiterated his tactics. However, the presence came from outside this time.

After a moment, someone spoke to him from the window. The mention of a war criminal made him tremble under his hood. But he tried to hide it by pretending to stir in his sleep.

''A war criminal, eh? If you knew...''