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CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: JUNGLE FEVER

[Much like last time, the intercom buzzes to life in the middle of the night for only a moment. An annoyed sigh can be heard.]

Oh dear. That's not supposed to happen...

[That's the last thing everyone will hear during the night. But in the morning, they will find themselves surrounded by vegetation so thick it'd be almost impossible to tell that they're in a school if they didn't already know. Vines coming out of the floorboards and covering the walls/ceilings, exotic plants growing out of the walls. Not to mention the wildlife! Just about any animal you would imagine to be in a jungle, dangerous or not, can be found lurking in the school. But don't worry! Not every corner of the campus is infested with poisonous plants and carnivorous beasts. The cafeteria is one hundred percent clear. It seems that the lunch lady's awful cooking is doing some good at keeping the wildlife at bay. In fact, anything that starts to grow anywhere near to doors of the lunchroom dies off pretty quickly!

May want to steer clear of the auditorium, though. The vegetation there is the thickest...and most dangerous.]

((TIME FOR ANOTHER EVENT. Seeing as how this one went up a day late it'll go on until the 19th. Every area is covered in vines, flowers, and animals. Some are dangerous (plants included) and some are harmless -- I'll leave that up to player discretion on what's hanging around. As long as they're plants/animals that would normally be found in any kind of jungle. Remember: nothing too big, it has to fit in the campus! The air is also really humid and muggy. The auditorium will have the bulk of the dangerous animals/plants, and also the biggest!

Lisa the nurse will be around to heal wounds or any poison (the symptoms of the poisonous plants are up to you. It's not a mind altering poison or anything, though), but her office will still be filled with vines and small animals, nothing dangerous. And as mentioned above the cafeteria is all clear and Edna will be around cooking all her awful food. Have fun!))

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[Vulpes is aware that this is his last chance to succeed here, and that if he fails, it'll likely mean a particularly severe beating. He therefore is determined to keep that grip no matter what. The impact of the back of his head with the floor is certainly unpleasant, but his hood dulls the impact slightly and in the end it isn't enough to make him let go. In fact, he tugs harder in response. If he could make Miguel pass out, even for a brief period...]

[Miguel sputters and gasps in desperate attempts to suck air into his lungs, but the restrictions around his neck only grow even tighter. His face goes entirely red, and though the man makes an attempt to pull back and away at the last moment- he eventually begins to succumb to the lack of oxygen.]

[The Spaniard thrashes wildly for a few more moments before his movements gradually become more and more weak; eyes fluttering as he struggles to maintain consciousness... but ultimately fails. The large man's eyes close and his head hangs limply; hand falling as he passes out.]

[The instant Vulpes feels Miguel's resistance leave his body, he untangles his hand from the chains and shoves the heavy body off of him. His intention isn't to kill- what satisfaction would that bring? No... he wants this degenerate to see that he failed and be forced to acknowledge it.]

[The table is secured into the ground at each of its legs, metal welded securely to the floor in an obvious attempt to prevent people from stealing them... or maybe to avoid having them thrown around in a fight. Either way, he'll make use of one of the legs. With some effort he drags Miguel's body to the table, then after a moment of thought undoes the other man's belt and tugs it free. He then uses the strip of leather to tightly bind his hands behind him and to one of the metal bars securing the table to the floor.]

[Propping Miguel's torso up against the bar, Vulpes casually seats himself on his prisoner's legs and watches him while waiting for him to regain consciousness.]

[Luckily Miguel doesn't remain unconscious for too long. Of course, he's not exactly active during the process of having his body moved and manipulated into it's current position, but soon after, the man stirs. His body jumps slightly as he gives a few coughs; red lines still visible on his skin where his chains had been choking him. After taking a few somewhat-strangled breaths, Miguel furrows his brow; gradually opening his eyes.]

[Still somewhat sluggish for the immediate moment, the expression on his features is initially one of vague discomfort and confusion. But once his eyes focus on Vulpes' face, he snaps; immediately reaching out to knock Vulpes back- or at least he would, if it weren't for the bindings on his wrists.]

[Breathing raggedly between coughs.] 'The Hell is this!?

[Miguel swallows; his deep voice somewhat hoarse.]

[Vulpes watches with pleasure as Miguel coughs, attempting to regulate his breathing once more. He hopes some of those marks around his neck bruise- they'd make nice physical reminders of what happened here. Not to say he can't make more of those if he wants.]

You lost.

[He seizes Miguel's jaw in a painful grip, fingers squeezing tightly as he forces the larger man to look up at him.]

And now you belong to me. [Such a statement would certainly be accurate enough back home. The Legion very frequently makes slaves of those it captures from conquered villages... it's just a shame that he really doesn't have the means to keep a slave here. Still, Miguel doesn't require an explanation. Let him draw whatever conclusions he likes.]

Edited 2013-07-17 06:54 (UTC)

[The large man's brow twitches when Vulpes seizes his jaw; brow twitching and body tensing up at the contact. His eyes momentarily widen in shock at the mere fact that anyone would even dare speak such words to him. But he doesn't know which is worse; the fact that he lost, the fact that he lost to Vulpes, or the fact that the other man is now under the absurd assumption that he has ANY kind of authority over Miguel because of it.]

I don't... "belong"... to anyone.

[Clenching his jaw shut tightly, the Spaniard snarls; speaking through gritted teeth.]

Release me right now, and I wont wring your neck for suggesting that I do. [Miguel's eyes shoot daggers into the other man as he glares up through the strands of his messy hair. The brawler has never had his personal pride as insulted as it is right now.]

Forgive me, [he begins while digging his fingers into Miguel's jaw even more harshly] if I don't find your threats very persuasive.

[He smiles at his captive in a condescending manner, wanting the man to be very clear about who's in control of this situation.]

Particularly coming from a man who was just choked into unconsciousness with his own accessories. [Vulpes' other hand reaches up to fiddle with one of the chains to emphasize his point.]

You are strong, but you have too many obvious weaknesses.

[Miguel winces just slightly; trying to jerk his head away as the man digs those fingers into his jaw. He growls deep within his throat and yanks fruitlessly at the bindings on his wrists.] Oh yeah??

Untie me and I'll show you just how "weak" I am... You haven't even BEGUN to see what I'm capable of, pendejo!

[He cringes; kicking his legs a bit and lifting his hips in an effort to get Vulpes off of him.] Get OFF!!!

There's no point in keeping me like this; I'll never answer to you!

[He eventually releases Miguel's jaw, allowing him to trash his head around with more ease. Perhaps he'll knock his head against the table in the process.]

I've seen enough.

[Vulpes shifts around until he's straddling Miguel's legs instead, making it more difficult for the man to knock him off.]

In my experience, no one actually means it when they say that.

-! [A sharp curse escapes the man as his head 'thonk's back against the leg of the cafeteria table behind him, but Miguel still prefers that over having his jaw caught within Vulpes' vice-like grip.]

[Shifting uncomfortably as his captor practically straddles his lap, Miguel cringes; furrowing his brow. At Vulpes' following words, Miguel pauses; as if taking a brief moment to register them.] ..."In your experience", eh?

You've made a habit out of "owning" people, then?

The Legion owns many slaves, though I personally don't keep any.

[The slaves that work for the army don't really belong to any individual Legionary (with the exception of officers who take wives from the slave population). Those who live within Legion territory are more likely to own their own house slaves.]

My words were more in reference to those I torture.

[That he makes a habit of doing. After he's through with someone, very few secrets tend to remain.]

Now, what I want from you is simple. I first want you to admit defeat, and then I want you to apologize for making a nuisance of yourself. That isn't too difficult, is it?

[Well- isn't he merciful. This "Legion" is sounding more disgusting by the moment; leaving a bad taste in Miguel's mouth. -But not even that revelation repulses Miguel quite as much as the absolutely absurd request that came afterward.]

[...And so he goes to spit- directly in Vulpes' face.]

[Apparently, not even the mention of torture did anything to quell the larger man's pure vitriol.]

Me cago en la madre que te parió.

[Suffice to say- that wasn't an apology.]

I am NOT an obedient dog for you to bark orders to. I'd rather die than bow to a snake like you.

[Vulpes calmly wipes the spit away from his face before choosing to give Miguel a taste of his own medicine and slapping him hard enough across the face to send his head back into the metal table leg again. He doesn't understand the insult thrown his way, but it doesn't take much guesswork to determine that he was, in fact, being insulted.]

Really? But you are a dog.

[Before Miguel has much of a chance to recover from the blow, Vulpes digs his hand back into that thick hair of his and yanks his head downward, forcing him, in a sense, to bow.]

And you will bow if I wish it.

[The slap, he could take. The slap was expected. -In fact, a bit of a smirk touched his lips at the response to his insulting action. Miguel doesn't even care that the back of his head bumped against the metallic leg of the cafeteria table again, or that some of the wetness of his own spit could be felt striking against his cheek. Physical pain is easy. -Much easier to confront and "deal with" than something like mental or emotional pain. Hell; most nights, Miguel would go out in search of the former just to drown out the latter.]

Rrgh-! [...But when his hair is harshly tugged as a means to force his head lower, Miguel can instantly feel his blood boiling. To be subjugated and humiliated like this was an entirely different matter.]

[Miguel snaps; and with all his strength, the large man jerks his head back upward. He strains against the pain felt when strands of his hair can be felt ripping from his scalp, but the Spaniard pays it no mind- save for a low, slightly pained grunt. He glares daggers up into Vulpes' eyes and thrashes his body around some more; much like the rabid dog he was accused of being.]

Better a dog... ngh- than a little bitch who wont see me in a real fight! [The leather strip of his belt cut fiercely into the skin of his wrists as Miguel continues to yank away at them; his hips thrusting upwards in another wild attempt to get Vulpes' weight off of his legs.]

[Vulpes know Miguel's type, and realizes that physical pain probably won't help him get what he wants. Nonetheless, he can't refrain from it entirely... it is quite helpful when he needs to get a point across. He is surprised, however, when his captive manages to force his head back up despite the energy he puts into keeping it down. The degenerate is very strong... he reminds Vulpes of Legatus Lanius; tall, extremely strong, and not to be toyed with. Still, the belt seems to be holding him, so it shouldn't be much of a problem.]

That fight was real... we simply utilized different tools. You relied on superior strength; I, on superior intellect. You might do well to think now and then.

[Miguel is thrashing around far too much. Vulpes shifts his weight and ends up straddling one of the man's legs instead of both so that he can jam one of his thighs against his groin. It'll be interesting to see if he continues jerking his hips about now.]

[Miguel continues to thrash and struggle; bucking his hips wildly-]

Gh-! [Until Vulpes jams a thigh against him. All at once the movement stops- causing Miguel to bristle and freeze up warily. The pain he felt at that was obvious in the way his eyes shut tightly and he grinds his teeth- but Miguel manages to stifle any noises outside of a short grunt.]

[For a brief time, he says nothing. He didn't want to give Vulpes the satisfaction of hearing the strain in his voice or seeing the full effect of that action. The Spaniard lowers his head- only momentarily- before looking back up at Vulpes with a frown and a furrowed brow; speaking through clenched teeth.] ...If you had "superior intellect"... you'd realize that I don't care what you do to me.

I wont lose to you.

[Now that seems to have calmed him down a little. Vulpes doesn't need to hear anything to know the effect his actions would have had. And considering that Miguel did stop trashing for now, he eases up the pressure a little but still keeps his thigh pressed up between the man's legs as continued deterrence.]

[Vulpes shakes his head with a small smile.] You already have.

[If he had to walk away now, the Legionary would still consider this a full victory. What he's doing now is somewhat of a "bonus".]

Now, obviously I can't let you go if you are going to insist on behaving in this manner.

[Miguel exhales slightly when that pressure is taken away, but remains visibly tense; not at all trusting that knee which lingers between his legs. He raises his head; looking about as proud as one can- given the circumstances.] This isn't over. I haven't lost anything.

[As far as he's concerned, the fight isn't over; this is just a small... hiccup- in the midst of an ongoing confrontation. Miguel isn't known for letting things go easily.]

You can't keep me here forever either, can you? ...Unless you plan to kill me. And if that's the case- you might as well be done with it right now.

Otherwise you'll be wishing that you had.

[Good... he should be tense. He would have to wonder over anyone who could remain relaxed in this sort of situation.]

Perhaps I do. I haven't decided yet.

[That isn't true either. He has already decided not to kill Miguel, though his mind could change if the man offers specific threats for his own demise. In that case, letting him go might be too dangerous and outweigh the degenerate's potential entertainment value.]

[Vulpes' eyes travel to the food and utensils that had fallen to the floor when he'd hit Miguel with the tray.]

I have occasionally wondered if I could slit a man's throat with a butter knife. It might be interesting to try.

Edited 2013-07-19 19:11 (UTC)

[...What.]

[Miguel follows Vulpes' gaze to the fallen butter-knife, and swallows. He wasn't just bluffing by giving off the impression that he wasn't afraid of dying in a fight- but that doesn't mean that Miguel would want his throat slowly ripped away by a blunt object. Sick bastard...]

[The Spaniard swallows; somewhat uneasy.] Just... Get the Hell off of me now- and I wont hurt you... as much.

[Vulpes leans over and snatches up the butter knife. Usually threats of excessively horrific torture or death are enough to make particularly aggressive captives re-think their positions. It's very rare that he actually needs to do as he threatened.]

You'll understand if I don't find your offer to be very persuasive.

[He taps Miguel on the forehead with the flat of the knife. It's really not very sharp at all.]

How about I give you a few more choices? Admit defeat only, and I'll release you after I've finished breaking your nose. Admit defeat and apologize, and I'll release you with no further damage. Do neither, and... well...

[He taps him again with the knife.]

[Miguel grimaces; brow creasing as the man tauntingly pats him on the forehead with the flat surface of the knife. He pauses for a moment to think the situation over for a bit before responding.]

I admit...

...That your cowardly, snake-like tactics were used to compensate for both your weak body and lack of huevos well enough to result in you temporarily gaining the upper-hand- though at the end of the day you are still a sad, lonely man in a skirt born of a whore mother who obviously never loved you.

[Vulpes' expression hardens, the only sign that he's offended by Miguel's words. He can barely remember his mother, but he finds bringing her into this to be rather pathetic. Then again, what more could he expect from a profligate?]

[He moves his leg from between Miguels' and sits back, studying him. A few moments later he swings a fist at his nose with all of his strength.]

You brought this upon yourself. You should learn to avoid starting battles that you cannot win.

Edited 2013-07-19 21:10 (UTC)

[Miguel's head snaps back; the already-abused cartilage of his nose breaking as Vulpes punches it with full force. The back of Miguel's head bumps back against the table-leg once more, and he grunts out in pain before hanging his head... then laughing.]

[The Spaniard lowly chuckles despite the way his eyes water and his nose oozes blood; breathing through his mouth. He then raises his head again with a wide grin.]

I'd rather have my nose shattered multiple times than be forced to listen to you prattle on about your "superior intellect" for any longer.

Are you really so lonely that you would keep me here with you just to enjoy my company for a while longer? [He teases] -Or do you actually get off on this kind of thing, eh?

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