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trans_92010-06-05 05:43 pm
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Closed to Animorphs and Guards.
His hands itched. So did the backs of his ankles. And his head hurt.
It was rather annoying to not be able to scratch the itch. The headache was more troubling. It was going to get worse, but for the moment it was just an ache behind his eyes, aggravating more for the reminder than the actual physical pain.
He was helpless.
He let his head lull forward, resting his chin on his chest and testing the bindings on his hands. They were solid, and it didn't give in the least. They didn't even have the decency to scratch the damned itch.
He was hungry, and that would get worse as well. He had a feeling the current small portions of food would continue until he starved. He would get the added pleasure of his host's hunger making his own worse.
< They're going to kill you. > Tom's voice was soft, invasive, and annoying.
< That should make you happy. You're getting everything you wanted, aren't you Tommy-boy? >
The host was silent, considering.
Iniss kept his head down, soon, perhaps, one of his jailers would decide to lecture him, and who knew what might happen then?
If he pretended to be asleep, maybe they would just leave him alone.
((Occ: Give me what day you're on when you tag in, and we'll just do it sorta day by day? I guess? Maybe? Suggestions?)
It was rather annoying to not be able to scratch the itch. The headache was more troubling. It was going to get worse, but for the moment it was just an ache behind his eyes, aggravating more for the reminder than the actual physical pain.
He was helpless.
He let his head lull forward, resting his chin on his chest and testing the bindings on his hands. They were solid, and it didn't give in the least. They didn't even have the decency to scratch the damned itch.
He was hungry, and that would get worse as well. He had a feeling the current small portions of food would continue until he starved. He would get the added pleasure of his host's hunger making his own worse.
< They're going to kill you. > Tom's voice was soft, invasive, and annoying.
< That should make you happy. You're getting everything you wanted, aren't you Tommy-boy? >
The host was silent, considering.
Iniss kept his head down, soon, perhaps, one of his jailers would decide to lecture him, and who knew what might happen then?
If he pretended to be asleep, maybe they would just leave him alone.
((Occ: Give me what day you're on when you tag in, and we'll just do it sorta day by day? I guess? Maybe? Suggestions?)