( note: Jack is 18, but he's a vampire who was turned as a child, so he appears physically about 8. )
I. REBIRTH
( Small fingers press out against the shattering of the chrysalis as soon as it gives. He grunts, clawing at the shell of his prison until enough breaks, and then he falls, tumbling onto the stone below. He rolls once, grunting at the impact, one of his hands wrapped around his center as he tries to push himself up. Horrible— it feels horrible. Cold air bites his skin and there are shards sticking out of his body everywhere. He plucks one out of his arm now, chucking it aside in disgust. )
What...—?!
( It's weaker than he normally would feel. Even that small action has him doubling over again, breathing hard against the rocks and chunks of crystal around him. He realizes that he has no clothes, but that bothers him less than the fact that he's somewhere foreign, that he's just been freed from some sort of trap, and that he can't see anyone he recognizes anywhere.
In his state of alarm, his eyes glow bright red. Pushing himself up, he stands, wobbly as it is, and squints around the cave. He's about to call out to try and find someone else when his steps send him stumbling forward, crashing into some poor, unsuspecting soul who's just wound up nearby. )
II. CAPTIVITY
Stop it! Get away from me!
( Jack's voice is loud when he wants it to be. He yells out now, thrashing away from the strangers approaching him with whips. But of course, like everyone else being rounded up in this cave, he's caught. A whip wraps around his wrist and causes his weak steps to hault in their tracks. On reflex, he calls out: )
Saga!!
( But of course, Saga isn't here. He hasn't seen him at all. Instead, he finds himself moving through grit teeth. Without the ability to resist, he follows the others in this group. Out of the cave, towards... )
Where are you even taking us? I'm going to throw a fit if you don't leave me alone!
( Surely a child's tantrum would win these guards over, right? )
III. WAITING
( For a good portion of the camping, Jack sulks. He hasn't touched any of his food, he's complained loudly, he's thrashed and tried to run, and so of course, he's bound with one of the whips, glaring across at any of the guards watching over him and the others.
He's been a brat, really. Loud, disruptive, completely uncooperative. Still, when night falls and the guards are less active (though still watching), Jack does try to make contact with the other captives. )
You can have mine, if you want.
( A strangely pleasant comment from the boy who's been throwing a tantrum for days now. He's offering his dinner, nodding towards it with a shrug. He doesn't want it, and he's sure someone else who needs to eat would be happy at having more of a portion. )
But can I ask you some questions? It'll be a trade.
Jack Mouton | Visual Prison | Firebrand
I. REBIRTH
( Small fingers press out against the shattering of the chrysalis as soon as it gives. He grunts, clawing at the shell of his prison until enough breaks, and then he falls, tumbling onto the stone below. He rolls once, grunting at the impact, one of his hands wrapped around his center as he tries to push himself up. Horrible— it feels horrible. Cold air bites his skin and there are shards sticking out of his body everywhere. He plucks one out of his arm now, chucking it aside in disgust. )
What...—?!
( It's weaker than he normally would feel. Even that small action has him doubling over again, breathing hard against the rocks and chunks of crystal around him. He realizes that he has no clothes, but that bothers him less than the fact that he's somewhere foreign, that he's just been freed from some sort of trap, and that he can't see anyone he recognizes anywhere.
In his state of alarm, his eyes glow bright red. Pushing himself up, he stands, wobbly as it is, and squints around the cave. He's about to call out to try and find someone else when his steps send him stumbling forward, crashing into some poor, unsuspecting soul who's just wound up nearby. )
II. CAPTIVITY
Stop it! Get away from me!
( Jack's voice is loud when he wants it to be. He yells out now, thrashing away from the strangers approaching him with whips. But of course, like everyone else being rounded up in this cave, he's caught. A whip wraps around his wrist and causes his weak steps to hault in their tracks. On reflex, he calls out: )
Saga!!
( But of course, Saga isn't here. He hasn't seen him at all. Instead, he finds himself moving through grit teeth. Without the ability to resist, he follows the others in this group. Out of the cave, towards... )
Where are you even taking us? I'm going to throw a fit if you don't leave me alone!
( Surely a child's tantrum would win these guards over, right? )
III. WAITING
( For a good portion of the camping, Jack sulks. He hasn't touched any of his food, he's complained loudly, he's thrashed and tried to run, and so of course, he's bound with one of the whips, glaring across at any of the guards watching over him and the others.
He's been a brat, really. Loud, disruptive, completely uncooperative. Still, when night falls and the guards are less active (though still watching), Jack does try to make contact with the other captives. )
You can have mine, if you want.
( A strangely pleasant comment from the boy who's been throwing a tantrum for days now. He's offering his dinner, nodding towards it with a shrug. He doesn't want it, and he's sure someone else who needs to eat would be happy at having more of a portion. )
But can I ask you some questions? It'll be a trade.