What the Hell?!? -Oliver-

[Julia Porter]

A very confused Julia Porter was just starting to wake up. As she shifted slightly, the teen realized that she was attached to some sort of table or to the floor. Starting to freak out, Julia tried jerking her arms or legs, but they wouldn't budge. Great. It was then that Julia realized that she couldn't see. Shit. I've gone blind. Not exactly true. Just her overreaction. But if she concentrated, Julia could feel the blindfold that was tied over her eyes.

What had happened? Julia thought back to the beginning of her night out. She headed to Escape, wanting a night of partying. There she had met some guy... What was his name again? Oliver? Maybe, she wasn't even sure anymore. Everything was just so cloudy. She concentrated, squeezing her eyes shut against the throbbing headache that was forming. He offered to buy her a drink... And then blackout. He drugged you, moron. You probably told him who you are. Or mentioned the King's Men. And now he thinks he'll make a quick fortune off of holding you for ransom. Way to go. Julia mentally kicked herself before deciding to test her voice.

"Hello? Where am I?" It sounded foreign, her speech a little slurred as if she had just woken up from a long nap. But at least she wasn't gagged. As if in response to her question, Julia heard footsteps approach her and felt a hand working at untying the blindfold. Finally, the fabric fell away and Julia looked around. She was strapped down to a table in some sort of small room. Blinking against the lights, she looked into the face of her captor. The guy from Escape...

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

The young man's foot lifted & then beat the hard concrete floor with a slow rhythm. Meanwhile, his fingers drummed the table upon which the unconcious girl was strapped down to, as he waited for her to rouse. Drugged or not, the woman could definitely sleep.

'Hello? Where am I?'

Oliver looked up through the dark hair falling into his murky blue eyes and stopped his tapping and drumming at once. He hauled himself to his feet from the uncomfy plastic chair & loomed over her stirring body. Clearly she was only just coming round, as her voice sounded thick & she was obviously confused. Oliver smirked, the scar running down his left cheek standing out painfully obvious as he did so.

'& at last, Sleeping Beauty awakes!' Oliver said loudly, & he suspected she would be startled at the sudden voice. Before she could react, however, he began to remove the blindfold wrapped tightly over her eyes with very little care. What did it matter to him if she had to suffer a little more pain in the procedure? Carson would be delighted he'd captured Julia Porter, for sure. Maybe Oliver's ranks would boost. Carson could dispose of the girl if he wanted, they would collect the ransom first of course.

She blinked rapidly. Understandable, as there was a long, violently bright light directly above them, & she had been blindfolded for hours. It had been easy; he'd gone to Escape for little more than a few drinks, perhaps pick up a bit of information but not expecting to come back with a lot. & who had he met but Julia Porter herself. It was perfect: she didn't know who he was (Oliver wasn't one of the better-known members of the Black Hearts, as he was so good at being sneaky...) & his charisma kicked into action. It was easy to offer her a drink from the barman who feared all the gangs, to spike it when her attention was diverted & push the glass in front of her. He had watched her drink it down quite cheerfully, then suggested they go outside, as it was rather hot in here.

She'd agreed, of course, the drug hadn't acted yet but perhaps she was already a bit tipsy. Practically the moment they got out of the doors, she collapsed. The bouncer watched them suspiciously, & Oliver laughed as he caught the girl under the arms & said casually to the bouncer, 'Had a few too many drinks, this one! I better take her home.'

It had been oh so easy. & now Oliver looked down into her face free of gags & blindfolds, & the smirk didn't faulter as he remembered last night's events. 'Comfortable?' he asked with mock sweetness.

[Julia Porter]

Oliver's loud voice had startled Julia, adding to the throbbing headache she already had. Too much alcohol mixed with some sort of drug didn't ever add up to well if you were consuming it. Julia just felt like she wanted to vomit, sleep for a few days, and vomit again. But Julia doubted she would be doing much other than screaming and maybe threatening the life of her captor.

Turning her head to the side to avoid the bright light, Julia opened her mouth to speak again. "What did you do before bringing me here? Run me over with a semi?" Julia's whole body ached, but she was sure that it was nothing compared to what she was going to go through down here. Time to play the 'don't you know who I am' card.

"I'm assuming you already know who I am. And then you'd already know how bad of an idea it is to try and kidnap me. Well, you've suceeded with the kidnapping part. It's the rest of it that's going to be a problem for you. For all you know, I've got about ten different tracking devices in various things." She chuckled, her eyes catching the black purse she had carried to Escape. What kind of idiot actually would bring that down with them?

"Oh yes. I'm very comfortable. I'm in a short skirt and sleeveless top, strapped down to a metal table. Being held hostage by some psychopath. Perfect way to end a night out." Julia sighed, straining against the straps holding her down. "You never answered my question. Where am I?"

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