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fissionmailed2011-01-15 06:39 pm
colonelcrotchgrab) wrote in fissionmailed2011-01-15 06:39 pm
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BIG SWEATY GYM TIMES/TORTURE
[The Nexus gym is particularly loud and noisy today, as someone is in there barking orders like a standard drill sergeant, except the said orders are in Russian. The treadmill is rattling and rolling at a high speed, and there is the sound of feet clopping along on it in their frantic rhythm.
At the back corner upon entry, there is the large, imposing figure of Volgin, still quite large and still very imposing even in casual dress. He is currently overseeing the forced fitness regimen of one of the Raikovs he had come to grow some attachment to (as he is aware of clones in this place, but still grasping the concept). Fed up with this pattern of fattening Raikovs, the Soviet giant is determined to rectify the problem. Once a GRU colonel in charge of his own unit (in this Volgin's particular case), the proper care and maintenance of his men was a high priority and body shape was among those concerns.
No man looked like Volgin at his age without proper self-discipline! Like a good commanding officer, he feels it is his proper duty to keep his men in shape if they are so foolish as to let their discipline slip. There would be consequences.
Starting with this one.
Whenever Raikov's pace slackens, Volgin coolly holds a hand out, and a good electric probe to his asscheek helps him right back along. His face is locked for the time being into a stony indifference. No matter what sounds Raikov makes or how much he complains: There is a price to pay for letting such a beautiful body grow soft, and there will be correction.]
((OOC: Open post, anyone is free to walk in and interact in any way you see fit! Sometimes they're both there, sometimes Ivan is left there and Volgin is off doing something in another room. Pretty briefly, if he's out.))
At the back corner upon entry, there is the large, imposing figure of Volgin, still quite large and still very imposing even in casual dress. He is currently overseeing the forced fitness regimen of one of the Raikovs he had come to grow some attachment to (as he is aware of clones in this place, but still grasping the concept). Fed up with this pattern of fattening Raikovs, the Soviet giant is determined to rectify the problem. Once a GRU colonel in charge of his own unit (in this Volgin's particular case), the proper care and maintenance of his men was a high priority and body shape was among those concerns.
No man looked like Volgin at his age without proper self-discipline! Like a good commanding officer, he feels it is his proper duty to keep his men in shape if they are so foolish as to let their discipline slip. There would be consequences.
Starting with this one.
Whenever Raikov's pace slackens, Volgin coolly holds a hand out, and a good electric probe to his asscheek helps him right back along. His face is locked for the time being into a stony indifference. No matter what sounds Raikov makes or how much he complains: There is a price to pay for letting such a beautiful body grow soft, and there will be correction.]
((OOC: Open post, anyone is free to walk in and interact in any way you see fit! Sometimes they're both there, sometimes Ivan is left there and Volgin is off doing something in another room. Pretty briefly, if he's out.))
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[Volgin then turned his attention back to his victim, tilting his head for a moment and narrowing his eyes in consideration.]
Dead? Ha! We're not done with you yet, scum.
[The knife was held away, maybe Solshine could feel it, but then came the barrage of electricity in that powerful, unyielding grip. Enough to to get him going again, to react.]
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I have an idea, Zhenya.
[He smiled coldly, waiting for Volgin to finish with his demonstration before stepping forward and pressing the eye back into a socket.]
Here, Snake, you can have this one back.
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[He barely has time to draw a breath before the eye is forced back into its socket, making the sensitive tissues burn worse.]
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[A cold sneer as the giant finally released the blinded man, turning his full attention towards Raikov, no doubt delightfully tickled by "kindness" of his lover.]
Now, humor me, dearest Ivan... [A low, ominous purr.] What is on your mind?
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As Yevgeny spoke to him he looked up to him, straight-backed listening. Respectful. His voice was coldly diligent, but his eyes couldn't follow the act.]
This Yankee scum's crimes against us.
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He had grown more careful since the last time, but he continued:]
Then... How else should he properly pay for the mistake of being alive?
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Electrocute him.
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[Solid struggles to speak, to say something. He refuses to die like this.]
...not...Snake...
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Volgin looked too happy with the prospect cooking the blinded man, to once again help himself to the smell of burned flesh. He might have licked his lips, once again the tiger with the bloody meat in its pen.
But, a pause. He did enjoy being teased, as it were.]
What was that?
[There was a foot on his hand. Even in casual, Volgin still had his jackboots. The heel threatened to crush his fingers.]
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...s-son...
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Son...?
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Interesting.
Ivan, this might be another spawn of the American dog he talked about. [
As one of the puppeteers guessed the Liquid convo took place before this.]I should have looked at his eyes before I took them out.
[Crunch. Maybe there was something familiar in Volgin's current victim's voice, yet a differentiating note, but almost half a century in death smoothed his memory.
What were a few broken fingers to get his throat going?]
Should there be a rescue or is he going to be left somewhere?
[The shout of pain and helpless frustration rips from Solid's throat. He writhes in pain, his shot arm feebly reaching out as if to push Volgin's boot off of his now mangled hand.]
/will let Dee decide
[Frustrated. Annoyed their acts of revenge were falling short of their true potential. Then again this could be a useful turn of events--torture Naked Snake emotionally first.]
I remember hearing about something like this before...[He rubs his forehead with his fingertips, thinking.]
Liquid Snake? That's the blonde one. This one is...huh...
/DUN DUN DUN i mean
[Feeble indeed. The boot remained on that hand, immovable. The giant only felt a delighted trill flutter along his nerves. So beautiful, and bleeding!]
I want to kill him... But then, I'd like to leave the father a proper warning for ... so callously breeding and not watching out for his brood.
Besides, a soldier is useless without his eyes. He can't do anything now.
[A chuckle.]
I could suffer him to live a little longer.
What do you think, Vanya?
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Leave him. I'm sure the weight of what he's become will hurt more than anything else we could do to him.