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Post by zuko on Mar 12, 2006 13:09:36 GMT -5
A wave of anger flowed through Zuko as he watched this pitiful coward beg for mercy. Just minutes ago, this stowaway almost took off the Prince's head, and now he has the nerve to beg fo mercy thinking that he will recieve it? Zuko reached downward and quickly, almost violently, snatched the stowaway's collar and held him up so he was at eye level with the prince. The stowaway flinched and slighlty wimpered, obviously expecting a punch in the face, but Zuko just glared hard at him, his scar seeming to trace his anger deeper into expression. This man seemed so worthless to Zuko, it would be easy to hurt him, just burn him once.
"P-Please...don't hurt me.." the stowaway begged once more, but Zuko stopped his sentence short by slamming the helpless man into the cold metal wall like it was nothing, leaving a loud 'thud' echo down the corridor behind them. The prince gripped the man's collar even tighter, almost choking him.
"You have no right to beg for mercy from me..." Zuko hissed angrily at the man. Quickly turning the stowaway around, Zuko put his arms in a lock and forced the man to move forward back down the corridor. Zuko glanced darkly at Sho and ordered him to follow quickly.
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Post by sho on Mar 12, 2006 13:30:44 GMT -5
Sho's arms relaxed as Zuko ordered him to follow. With shaking hands he ran his fingers through his shaggy, black hair; he was slightly shaken up from all that had just happened. But... everything would be taken care of now. Sho's inner flame extingushed, leaving him with a cool, tingling sensation. The stowaway was captured... and Sho had helped! Then... why did he feel so guilty, so miserable? Perhaps it was the look on the man's face; the man's fear and horror. Sho had an idea on what might be rushing through his mind, as it was running through Sho's own in a repeating cycle: What horrible fate awaited him?
He knew it was stupid, but he felt pitty for the stowaway. What if the stowaway had family? People who loved him? Depending on what the prince would do, he might never see his friends again. Or, if he had no one, he would spend his days rotting in a cell. It was a horrible, maddening fate. A pit formed in Sho's stomach as he walked alongside the prince, and his face twisted into a firm pout.
"Sir... what will happen to him?"
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Post by zuko on Mar 16, 2006 18:22:07 GMT -5
Zuko kept his gaze on the corridor and spoke with a quieted and slightly calmer tone. He had the stowaway now, so there was no more haste and he seemed to settle down a little more.
"We'll drop him off at the next port we stop at. The Fire Nation soilders will take of him from there. Until then, he's going to stay in the cell hold."
The stowaway seemed to flinch at this. Zuko almost considered him lucky. If he had done anymore damage or risen Zuko's anger a step higher, the stowaway would have been in deeper regret than being put in a cell.
Turning the corner out of the corridor, they exited and then turned again, walking through a door and taking a narrow passage that led toward the cell hold. The steam faded as they turned farther way from the boiler room, but the familiar humming noise of the engine was still silent. It left a ringing noise in Zuko's ears. He wasn't used to the silence of the engine very much.
When the prince reached the cells, he reached into his left pocket (still managing to have a death grip on the stowaway) and pulled out the keys to one of the cell doors. Placing the keys in and unlocking it, he thrusted the metal door open and pushed the stowaway inside, then locked the door again. Zuko sighed in frustration. Now he had to get repairs made on the ship and it was going to cost him quite a bit of money. The helmsman could probably fix the engine, but everything else was a different problem.
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Post by sho on Mar 23, 2006 20:15:28 GMT -5
Sho watched in respected silence, hands clasped firmly behind his back and feet shoulder-length apart, as the prince cast the stowaway into the dank and dusty cell. Sho's nose wrinkled slightly, for down here the smell was rather unpleasant. Faint dust swirled around as they moved and some water had managed its way down to the room, mixing up a thick grime. Sho shook his hair out of his eyes as he wondered if it had ever been cleaned. Probably not, he decided, for he didn't think prisoners would be down here often. Then again... if the Avatar was to be captured, surely this would be his prison. But then again... who offers much comfort to their enemies?
As the metal door squeaked shut, the young man turned to the exit, his guilt almost nonexistant and his relief almost restored. This guy was getting off lucky; punishment could get a lot worse than being locked in the prison hold, and this stowaway had done quite a bit of damage for being rather cowardly. The noise of the engines, rather, the lack there of, brought Sho out of his thoughts. Hurriedly he bowed to the prince.
"I'll go fetch the helmsmen and see what can be done about the engines." Sho said firmly as he turned to leave. Quietly he added, "Quite a day.. Wonder where Enitsua wandered off to."
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