Kidnapping RP

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A 1 on 1 RP between me, GimmickPuppet and MoxieDov.


Thomas got up from his desk, which was covered with sheets of paper with equations and numbers all over them, he was worrying his thesis on Tesseracts and whether they were constantly moving in space time due to the face that they existed in the fourth dimension which is classically considered to be time. It was an interesting but difficult subject, doing his essay on it had already made him go through a bowl of macaroni cheese and 3 glasses of water. When he thought a lot he got hungry and thirsty quickly. For some reason he was not fat, probably because he skipped breakfast and lunch for more time to do essays and studying, as well as the fact that he was running from the library to various lecture rooms and back. His roommates described him as "the most boring student in the world." He didn't care though. He was well on track to getting his PhD in two years, whilst they had difficulty in staying in the course due to the fact that they spent most of their time drinking and having indiscriminate sex. The microwave bleeped and Thomas retrieved his second bowl of macaroni cheese from the microwave, and placed it down next to his papers. He heard the door open. Probably Alex and James back from their late night drinking. "I see you guys are finally back. If you need the toilet, please try and aim for the bowl, an lift the toilet seat for god's sake, I'm tired of having to clean the toilet floor and seat before I can use it myself. I'm not your servant." He replied, annoyed of the constant mess they made. He heard nothing, they probably went to bed. If they had an accident in it, they would be doing the laundry for the entirety of next week. Thomas swallowed another mouthful of creamy pasta, before a cloth of some sort was clamped over his mouth, he struggled to breath, he scratched at his assailant's hands briefly before collapsing, blackness engulfing his vision.

 

[MoxieDov]

Spoiler

Name:

Jackson Quinn (Prefers to be referenced as; Jack.)

Age:

19

Appearance:

Jackson stands at the height of 5'9" / 175 cm and currently weighs 71 kg.

Attributes:

+ Gentle (Most of the time)


+ Playful


+ Carefree


- Easily Jealous


- Devious


- Horrible Temper


- Dishonest

Other:

Jackson is the owner of two black, Bombay cats, who go by the names of; "Luna" and "Karl".


He has been playing / practising the violin for 10 years.


Jackson lives off campus, in a detached, two story house that is suited at the end of the street. His older sister, who is 25 years old, stays with him, though is rarely ever in the house due to her hobby of staying at her fiancée's house instead.



Wrinkles in the paper gradually increased, as his grip tightened by the passing second. Crimson words scrawled over pencil-written paragraphs, expressing their irritation with every line. Several parts of the passage had been circled, comments placed by the side. None of the sentences that were written in red bore positive language, only screaming at him to give more effort or check his grammar before handing the assignment over. Pearly white teeth gritted as he re-read the writing for what felt like the hundredth time, before slamming it down on the birch desk. Drops of liquid began to gather in the corners of his dark hues, partly clouding his vision.


Jackson had gotten another F. He got an D for Literature earlier on, and now it was a F for Mathematics. It wasn't fair. He actually focused on these assignments, and all he got back for his hard work were harsh remarks. He swore that the professors just hated them and would treat other students like this. But just before he and his friend exited the classroom, his ears picked up on another teacher boasting about one of their students to his professor. He had been speaking greatly of Thomas Arclight, a student that stood out from all the others. He excelled in all the subjects Jackson failed at, igniting a burning jealously within the brunette. The man had never actually spoken to the other boy before, only the occasional glare from across the room.


Gentle pawing against his clothed leg managed to bring Jackson out of his thoughts, as he glanced down at the furry creature that patrolled around his boots. Blinking several times before making his move, the hazel haired man suddenly smirked. He reached down and picked up the cat, bringing it up to his face and showing the amount of trust he has in his pet. The animal stared back at it's owner with bright, golden eyes, making a small meow as it was nuzzled by the other. "...What was that, Karl? I should do something about this Thomas-kid~?" Jackson whispered, as if the creature's noise of appreciation had been actual words. He then planted a light kiss on the furry being's cheek, gaining another meow and a rough lick on the nose. "You're right, Karl. It isn't fair for me." The brunette added, eventually placing his beloved pet back down onto the carpet. "Go find your sister and then we'll get going." He instructed, watching proudly as the little animal trotted out of the room seconds after his words.


Shifting in his seat as he pulled up to a parking space, he glanced at the building that stood before him. Moments after applying the handbrake, Jackson reached over and grabbed a canister and cotton handkerchief. Unlocking the door with his free hand, he held the items far away from his face as he sprayed the gas onto the cloth. If he had to be honest, the male didn't really know what the gas inside the canister actually was, but it would do the job. Chucking the can into the back seat, he turned to the two cats that sat obediently in the passenger seat. "Karl, Luna, stay quiet." He stated, as if the two could actually understand what he was saying. With those words, Jack stood up and closed the car door, before heading directly to the entrance of the dorms with the cloth in hand.


Striding out of the elevator he had taken, Jackson scanned the room numbers in-front of him for a moment before moving down the corridor. It only took a couple of seconds before he located the one he was looking for. Pulling out a bobby pin he had nicked from his sister's room, he snapped it into two before beginning to work on the lock. He worked swiftly, just in case anyone would spot him, unlocking the door in a mere seven seconds. Grabbing onto the door-handle, he breathed out softly before entering the dorm.


Raising an eyebrow by the statement he was greeted with as he trespassed into the foreign area, he glanced around at his surroundings for a moment, attempting to guess where his victim would most likely be. Taking care to make his steps as silent as possible, Jackson peeked his head into the doorways of the rooms he saw, before triumph settled in his gut at the sight of a scarlet haired male. He clutched tighter onto the cloth, strolling quietly into the supposed bedroom. Stopping once he was directly behind Thomas, Jackson then clasped his hands around the other's mouth, forcing him to inhale the gas. The small action of restraint didn't faze the violinist, and once it stopped, a large grin rose to his face.


Fifteen minutes later and Jackson found himself sitting upon a chair in his vast basement, skimming through notes Thomas had taken today with a cat upon his shoulder and another asleep on his lap. He had decided to place the other's body against the wall opposite of him, though didn't sit down before he bound his wrists together with a pair of handcuffs he had found while rummaging down there and blindfolded him with a black cloth.

 

[FactionParadox]

Thomas coughed, his body waking up. His head was buzzing, like it had been filled with angry hornets. He tried to move his hands, but his wrists were stopped by what apparently were handcuffs, his soft flesh meeting cold steel. What the hell had happened? He was sitting, eating dinner when... Then it hit him. He had been kidnapped. "Someone... Help me..." Thomas coughed, his throat sore from whatever the hell was on that cloth. He blinked his eyes, his eyelids felt fabric covering them. He moved, attempting to get more comfortable. Nothing worked, his wrists were handcuffed behind his back. Thomas struggled desperately, trying to break the handcuffs. "If you can hear me, can you at least take my blindfold off so I can look at you? Hello? HELLO?" Thomas screamed, panic and fear taking hold of his mind, hijacking it from normal, logical thought. He heard approaching footsteps, and scooted away until he hit the wall, terrified. "DON'T COME NEAR ME, GO AWAY, LEAVE ME ALONE!" Thomas screamed as his blindfold was taken off, he screwed his eyes shut, not wanting to look at his captor, all the bravery gone from him.