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“Perhaps I can be of service?”

"Alright... Something tells me I might have gone the wrong way..." Red muttered under his breath. "It was one thing finding this place in the ghost zone but how the hell are you supposed to find anyone.." He was growing frustrated as he walked the long halls.

Atticus poked his head out of his room hearing a familiar but unfamiliar voice in his home “Hello…..” he said as he walked out to find the source of the noise. The problem with having such a big house was it was easy to get lost if you didn’t know which way to go. He could sense a presence but he could yet figure out whose, at least until he spotted who was making so much noise “What in the name of pariah are you doing here” Atticus said loudly a picture of confusion on his face.

“I don’t drink to often for the simple reason I can’t really handle all that much” Atticus chuckled ordering a cup of water to keep him level headed. “Red I apologies, I really had you figured all wrong. You may be a bit hot headed but your not that bad of a guy” he admitted sitting back in his seat. “I guess I let my temper get the best of me at times…..which usually gets me in trouble” he sighed rubbing the back of his head.

#ghostprince rule #red #we better change that

"Pfft. Careful what you say there. This is the one time we haven't tried to rip each other to shreds..." Red said as he tapped the side of his glass. "This is only one time... Everything changes." He said, slightly more serious this time. His eyes flickering up to meet Atticus. "Also. I can't say that I can insure your safety the next time I see Rage..." His grip tightening on his glass. "After all I have a few words to say to him..."

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kidnapped/imprisoned starter sentences

“Not eating the food I give you is not going to make me give you nicer food.” “You should be grateful I come down here and talk to you at all.” “Listen to me or I’ll treat you even worse.” “I picked you off the street because you were beautiful. You should feel flattered.” “You don’t need freedom if I give you everything you need.” “You can come out of the basement if you give me a very good reason to let you.” “What’s this? Are you trying to get away from me? You should know better.” “Get on your knees and pray I’ll forgive you.” “Oh, you’re hungry? Sing me a song and you can have my leftovers.” “Don’t cry, I’m keeping you safe down here, away from the world. You don’t need it. You only need me.” “Freedom is a burden. You should be glad I took it away from you.” “I bought you some new clothes. Please wear them tonight at dinner.” “You don’t get to decide anything, understood? I make the rules and you obey them if you want to remain unharmed.” “You’re nothing but a little doll I get to play with.” “I own you.” “Don’t worry, I’m not going to take away your virginity just like that. I’m saving it for something special.” “I’m not going to kill you. Not yet.” “If you’re good, you can shower with warm water today.” “Crying won’t make me stop hurting you. It just encourages me.” “You’re so young…” “I love it when you scream, but I will only stop when you can’t scream anymore.” “I’m sorry, I completely forgot you were still down here.” “There’s someone coming to join me tonight. I’m sure you’ll be quiet, or I’ll have to kill my guest again and it’ll be your fault.” “You’re going to have some company tonight. Try to think of him/her as your little brother/sister. I want you to do to him/her what I do to you, understood?” “I’m bringing some friends along to show them how well trained you are.” “How dare you talk to me like that. Wash your mouth, with soap. Now.” “It’s been a pleasure watching you grow up. Your mummy and daddy would have been so proud of you.” “I brought you some food. Now crawl over here and lick it out of the bowl like a good pet.” “I think you should remind me why you’re worth keeping alive down here.” “Tell me how much you love me and you can have your dinner.” — “Hello? Is anyone down here?!” “Oh my god, what is this place? How can you still be alive? I’ll get you help! Please hold on.” “You don’t have to hide from me. I’m trying to help you. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” “What happened to you? How long have you been kept here?” “Hello? Where am I?! Who are you?” “Have you ever tried to escape? Do you think it’s possible if we work together?” “It’s the police! Show yourself!” “Is that really you? Oh my god, I found you, I can’t believe I found you…”

"Alright... Something tells me I might have gone the wrong way..." Red muttered under his breath. "It was one thing finding this place in the ghost zone but how the hell are you supposed to find anyone.." He was growing frustrated as he walked the long halls.

Atticus poked his head out of his room hearing a familiar but unfamiliar voice in his home “Hello…..” he said as he walked out to find the source of the noise. The problem with having such a big house was it was easy to get lost if you didn’t know which way to go. He could sense a presence but he could yet figure out whose, at least until he spotted who was making so much noise “What in the name of pariah are you doing here” Atticus said loudly a picture of confusion on his face.

“Well for now all I can do is try to seal him inside me deep enough where he wont be any trouble. As of now I don’t have the means to be able to remove him completely” Atticus said tapping his glass and ordering another drink. “If I can be honest here Red, If I was as strong as you dealing with Rage would probably not be as hard as it is” he said sipping on his glass of liquor.

“You say that but chances are if you did have as much power as me that would make Rage more powerful as a trade off.” Red said as he shook his head. “And to be honest I don’t think I would want to deal with a more powerful Rage…” He sighed. “But at least you have some kind of chance to deal with him, so I guess that counts for something.”

Atticus thought about what Red said and it made sense, if he was more powerful Rage would be more of a headache. “my hope is that you don’t have to deal with him anymore. You or your brother….who is also a powerhouse” he noted looking at Red. He noticed his vision was starting to get a bit off, so he pushed his glass away. “Yep that’s enough of that, the last I need is to get drunk” he laughed a little.

Red shook his head, "He's always been like that, he's not someone who's easily taken down." Red said, almost a sense of jealousy in his voice. Red looked down at his drink, how long had it been since he last got drunk? Did he even have that ability anymore? "Ha... I don't think I even have the ability to get drunk anymore." He sighed as he swirled his drink around, finishing it off.

"Alright... Something tells me I might have gone the wrong way..." Red muttered under his breath. "It was one thing finding this place in the ghost zone but how the hell are you supposed to find anyone.." He was growing frustrated as he walked the long halls.

Atticus poked his head out of his room hearing a familiar but unfamiliar voice in his home “Hello…..” he said as he walked out to find the source of the noise. The problem with having such a big house was it was easy to get lost if you didn’t know which way to go. He could sense a presence but he could yet figure out whose, at least until he spotted who was making so much noise “What in the name of pariah are you doing here” Atticus said loudly a picture of confusion on his face.

“Well for now all I can do is try to seal him inside me deep enough where he wont be any trouble. As of now I don’t have the means to be able to remove him completely” Atticus said tapping his glass and ordering another drink. “If I can be honest here Red, If I was as strong as you dealing with Rage would probably not be as hard as it is” he said sipping on his glass of liquor.

"You say that but chances are if you did have as much power as me that would make Rage more powerful as a trade off." Red said as he shook his head. "And to be honest I don't think I would want to deal with a more powerful Rage..." He sighed. "But at least you have some kind of chance to deal with him, so I guess that counts for something."

"Alright... Something tells me I might have gone the wrong way..." Red muttered under his breath. "It was one thing finding this place in the ghost zone but how the hell are you supposed to find anyone.." He was growing frustrated as he walked the long halls.

Atticus poked his head out of his room hearing a familiar but unfamiliar voice in his home “Hello…..” he said as he walked out to find the source of the noise. The problem with having such a big house was it was easy to get lost if you didn’t know which way to go. He could sense a presence but he could yet figure out whose, at least until he spotted who was making so much noise “What in the name of pariah are you doing here” Atticus said loudly a picture of confusion on his face.

Atticus put his hand on his head hearing the faint laugh of Rage in the back of his mind. “Trust me I could separate from him you could kick his ass for eternity. The problem with Rage is that after I get control back from him all the damage he took I have to deal with” he said lifting up his arm cast. “Speaking of punch you definitely throw a good one…..” Atticus said rubbing his cheek “Rage may not have showed it much but you really did a number on him, trust me I felt it”.

Red gave a small laugh before shaking his head “Yeah sorry about that… I uh, am usually not very good at controlling how much energy comes out in a punch. So um, sorry about the arm.” He said clinking his finger against his glass. This was another side of Red that wasn’t often shown to other people. However this side of him seemed to be more vulnerable, most likely due to him having gone through his past all over again.

Atticus chuckled a little bit and shook his head “Trust me there is no need f or you to apologies Red. Your the first person to ever give Rage the punch in the face that he so rightly deserves” he said noticing that Red actually laughed, that was the first time he had seen that. “I have problems controlling my energy output too, so I understand where your coming from. It dosen’t help that I….I kinda have a temper sometimes” he said rubbing his head with his good arm.

"I guess I can understand where you're coming from. At least on the temper part." Red said, resting his face on his hand. "But that being said, I guess that is something I need to work on... Seeing as how it often gets me into trouble." Red sighed. He leaned back in his seat and looked at Atticus's arm, "So you're planing on removing him completely? Or just sealing him away." He asked.

#ghostprince rule #red

"Alright... Something tells me I might have gone the wrong way..." Red muttered under his breath. "It was one thing finding this place in the ghost zone but how the hell are you supposed to find anyone.." He was growing frustrated as he walked the long halls.

Atticus poked his head out of his room hearing a familiar but unfamiliar voice in his home “Hello…..” he said as he walked out to find the source of the noise. The problem with having such a big house was it was easy to get lost if you didn’t know which way to go. He could sense a presence but he could yet figure out whose, at least until he spotted who was making so much noise “What in the name of pariah are you doing here” Atticus said loudly a picture of confusion on his face.

Atticus put his hand on his head hearing the faint laugh of Rage in the back of his mind. “Trust me I could separate from him you could kick his ass for eternity. The problem with Rage is that after I get control back from him all the damage he took I have to deal with” he said lifting up his arm cast. “Speaking of punch you definitely throw a good one…..” Atticus said rubbing his cheek “Rage may not have showed it much but you really did a number on him, trust me I felt it”.

Red gave a small laugh before shaking his head "Yeah sorry about that... I uh, am usually not very good at controlling how much energy comes out in a punch. So um, sorry about the arm." He said clinking his finger against his glass. This was another side of Red that wasn't often shown to other people. However this side of him seemed to be more vulnerable, most likely due to him having gone through his past all over again.

"Alright... Something tells me I might have gone the wrong way..." Red muttered under his breath. "It was one thing finding this place in the ghost zone but how the hell are you supposed to find anyone.." He was growing frustrated as he walked the long halls.

Atticus poked his head out of his room hearing a familiar but unfamiliar voice in his home “Hello…..” he said as he walked out to find the source of the noise. The problem with having such a big house was it was easy to get lost if you didn’t know which way to go. He could sense a presence but he could yet figure out whose, at least until he spotted who was making so much noise “What in the name of pariah are you doing here” Atticus said loudly a picture of confusion on his face.

Atticus sat down ordering the same drink Red had got, he didn’t want to get to wasted but he needed a drink. “I have been dealing with my other half for years. He is like a headache that just won’t go……the best I can do for now is push him back” he said taking a sip from his glass and shaking his head. “He can be quite troublesome. Im looking into sealing him away but…..its not the easiest thing. Be honest with here Red…..you still want to get revenge on me right” he asked casually.

Red's eyes flickered up to meet Atticus's, everything going still for a second. "... Not you. Rage. It wouldn't be the same if I beat you up for something you had no control over." Red quietly responded, taking a sip of his drink. "Besides... I did technically punch you in the face already. So that's enough for me for now." He grumbled, drinking the rest of his drink.

"Alright... Something tells me I might have gone the wrong way..." Red muttered under his breath. "It was one thing finding this place in the ghost zone but how the hell are you supposed to find anyone.." He was growing frustrated as he walked the long halls.

Atticus poked his head out of his room hearing a familiar but unfamiliar voice in his home “Hello…..” he said as he walked out to find the source of the noise. The problem with having such a big house was it was easy to get lost if you didn’t know which way to go. He could sense a presence but he could yet figure out whose, at least until he spotted who was making so much noise “What in the name of pariah are you doing here” Atticus said loudly a picture of confusion on his face.

“Rage is like a curse that doesn’t go away…..when he is out its very hard to pull him back in” Atticus said gripping his arms, even now he could hear Rage in the back of his mind just laughing at them. Ever since he met Samuel, Rage had been more bothersome. “I was doing my best to limit his power, but its hard. “Look Red Im not the easiest person to get along with I have a temper, i can be stubborn. and sometimes I don’t listen. I know Im not your favorite person but…..I respect you. I still feel bad about what happened so….how about we continue taking over drinks on me. I know a good bar in town” he suggested. @lights-in-shadows

Red was hesitant at first, after all only a few days ago he would have loved to punch Atticus in the face. But now things seemed a little different. “… Alright..” He said after a few seconds, still sounding unsure. “I guess that’s better then this huge fucking castle.” Red said taking one last glance around. It reminded him to much of another time, the sooner he could get out the better.

Atticus followed Reds eyes as he looked around his home….now knowing a bit about his past in understood being here was probably a bit uncomfortable. “Then lets get out of here….I need a good drink about now anyway” he said lifting his good arm and opening a portal which led to modern bar which wasn’t to packed. “Im a regular here so order what you want” he said.

Red was glad to get out of the castle and get into the real world. The modern bar was almost comforting to him now. He shifted into one of the booths and sat down. "Uh thanks..." He said quietly. He ordered a scotch on ice and shifted. "So how long has Rage been an issue. Sounds like he's been a problem for quite some time."

"How nice to finally see you again."

#azdraws #Lucas #Samuel

"Alright... Something tells me I might have gone the wrong way..." Red muttered under his breath. "It was one thing finding this place in the ghost zone but how the hell are you supposed to find anyone.." He was growing frustrated as he walked the long halls.

Atticus poked his head out of his room hearing a familiar but unfamiliar voice in his home “Hello…..” he said as he walked out to find the source of the noise. The problem with having such a big house was it was easy to get lost if you didn’t know which way to go. He could sense a presence but he could yet figure out whose, at least until he spotted who was making so much noise “What in the name of pariah are you doing here” Atticus said loudly a picture of confusion on his face.

“Rage is like a curse that doesn’t go away…..when he is out its very hard to pull him back in” Atticus said gripping his arms, even now he could hear Rage in the back of his mind just laughing at them. Ever since he met Samuel, Rage had been more bothersome. “I was doing my best to limit his power, but its hard. “Look Red Im not the easiest person to get along with I have a temper, i can be stubborn. and sometimes I don’t listen. I know Im not your favorite person but…..I respect you. I still feel bad about what happened so….how about we continue taking over drinks on me. I know a good bar in town” he suggested. @lights-in-shadows

#Atticus #red #ghostprince rule

Red was hesitant at first, after all only a few days ago he would have loved to punch Atticus in the face. But now things seemed a little different. "... Alright.." He said after a few seconds, still sounding unsure. "I guess that's better then this huge fucking castle." Red said taking one last glance around. It reminded him to much of another time, the sooner he could get out the better.

“Perhaps I can be of service?”

“Perhaps I can be of service?”

experimentaqua

I don’t draw well in the slightest unless it’s past the time I should probably be asleep by

Dem sweet flower crowns tho.

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WAIT YOU CAN ACTUALLY SEE IT? I CAN’T, AND I TOOK THE PICTURE MYSELF

#I see them everywhere #always

Bruh I got a sixth sense for flower crowns.

"Alright... Something tells me I might have gone the wrong way..." Red muttered under his breath. "It was one thing finding this place in the ghost zone but how the hell are you supposed to find anyone.." He was growing frustrated as he walked the long halls.

Atticus poked his head out of his room hearing a familiar but unfamiliar voice in his home “Hello…..” he said as he walked out to find the source of the noise. The problem with having such a big house was it was easy to get lost if you didn’t know which way to go. He could sense a presence but he could yet figure out whose, at least until he spotted who was making so much noise “What in the name of pariah are you doing here” Atticus said loudly a picture of confusion on his face.

Red froze as he felt the presence of another and made a face when he figured out it was who he was looking for. “Just my luck… Of course you would have to be home.” He grumbled as he turned to face Atticus. He was still a little banged up from their last encounter and he still seemed to be on edge. “Uh well… I uh… Came to say… Sorry or something.” He muttered as he scratched the back of his head nervously. This wasn’t something he did very often.

Atticus was a bit speechless with what he was seeing and hearing. He never thought or expected Red to be the type to apologize. Atticus arm was in a cast and he was limping a little, The last fight really banged him up. “yeah I… I’m sorry too” he sighed taking a deep breath making sure he thought before he spoke. “The last time we saw each other you saw a part of me that’s for lack of better word evil. We may not be friends but I wouldn’t wish what happened on anyone” he said rubbing his cast with his good hand. “I’m sorry Rage….I looked into your past” he said feeling a bit strange but knowing he needed to do this.