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This would become the day where people would respect Theodore Knope. But first, he had to do the dirty work.
❝ Here will do. ❞ Teddy dismissively gestured to a spot on the square at the front of the hotel, the two brawny NPCs that accompanied Teddy shoving Michael Ford down on his knees onto the concrete. A scornful sneer found its way to Teddy’s lips, hands clasped comfortably behind his back as he circled Mike carefully. He’d not do anything to him just yet — after all, the crowd of Badlanders was only just forming. Teddy wouldn’t let Mike go with a secretive punishment for his assault on Teddy. Oh, no, no — if Mike wanted to lay a hand on Teddy when Teddy was in his element, surrounded by masses of people who looked up at Teddy for his power, then Mike’s punishment would be just as humiliating for him.
After all, physical torment was agonising, but the humiliation of being dehumanized in front of all of his peers would last forever. Mike shan’t have any pride left after Teddy was done with him today; just the same way as Teddy had scampered away from the attack the other day with his tail tucked between his legs. Whilst Teddy waited for the crowd to curiously encircle the public punishment, he stopped to stand in front of Mike — a short distance away, and for good reason — as he glowered down at him with distaste. ❝ You’re the bastard I owe a beating to. ❞ He then hummed, lips twitching with vexation. Whilst it looked to be a smile, that smile never met his eyes.
Teddy could be spiteful, spit at Mike in the same way as Mike spat at him, but, unlike Mike, Teddy was a respectable man. Besides, that was the least of Mike’s worries today.
Lifting his head and feeling satisfied by the murmurs of the crowd, Teddy knew that now would be the best time to give them all a lesson on how to treat their superiors. On Teddy’s good side, one would be treated lavishly and considered one of the family. On Teddy’s bad side, however, well…
❝ It’s good to see you all could make it here today. ❞ Lips curled into a sneering smile, Teddy searching the faces in the crowd before he theatrically jabbed his pointer finger towards Mike’s face, ❝ I imagine by now, you’ve all heard of what happened the other day. This man attacked me in an entirely unprovoked attack, and we all know that that is bang outta order! ❞ Teddy looked down at Mike again with an imperious shrivel of his features. ❝ Anger gets you stupid, Mikey. And stupid? That gets you killed. You should start thankin’ me for sparing you this time 'round. ❞ He looked up to the NPCs, giving the wordless signal for them to restrain Mike so that Teddy could crouch down in front of him.
Gripping his chin, Teddy tipped Mike’s head up so that they could look directly at one another. ❝ If there’s ever a next time, I will be sure to see you swimming with the fishes. ❞ There was an unfathomable darkness in his eyes as he searched Mike’s face, before patting his cheek with his hand and turning to walk over towards his older brother. ❝ Okay[i]— ❞ With the order, the two NPCs began to furiously beat Mike up, blood soon splattering across the once-pristine concrete.
Stopping to Micah’s side, Teddy slid his arms into a folded position, disgusted look sprawled across his features as he otherwise quietly watched Mike’s brutal punishment. Uncomfortably shifting his weight, Teddy then uttered to his brother, ❝ Ya know… This ain’t nearly as satisfyin’ as I thought it’d be… ❞ He made a quiet groan to himself, rolling his eyes before turning to look at a face in the crowd. ❝ Be a darlin’ and go fetch me one of them meat tenderizers from the kitchens, please? ❞ He sent the person a sweet smile before turning to look back towards Mike. This gory punishment would, without a doubt, set some firm boundaries within the group.
Anyone who believed they could lay a [i]finger on precious Teddy would next be seen with ten broken fingers.
// anyone is open to be the one teddy spoke to to go to the kitchen for him! otherwise, in my next post, i will just have it be an npc hehe
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text SALEM ENTRY #01 8.15.16 BL PROSPECTIVE [div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 333px; min-height: 347px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: #000000; line-height: 99%;"]Salem stayed in the back, for good reason. She didn't want anyone to see the horrified look on her face when she saw the blood spattering onto the square, nor did she want anyone to notice how her fingers trembled and struggled to light a cigar. She refused to meet Teddy's eyes when he called out for someone to go get a meat tenderizer; she wanted nothing to do with what was going on. However, she was determined not to flee. She wanted to prove she could witness and tolerate the violence that happened here, even if it meant choking back a gag or two. VITALS > overall status: 100%
> physical status: stable.
> physical health: 100%
> physical afflictions: none yet.
> minor injuries: none yet.
> major injuries: none yet.
> mental status: stable.
> current status: stable.
> mental health: 100%
> mental illnesses: None
> mental damage: None TAGS ━ ━xGENERAL
> N/A | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
━ ━xAPPEARANCE
>Human
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
>
━ ━xABILITIES
> N/A
> N/A
━ ━xCONFRONTATION
> medium physically | easy mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
━ ━xRELATIONSHIPS
> Unnamed Father x Unnamed Mother | no siblings
>Lesbian | no crush
>
━ ━xOTHER
> this text + this color = this meaning I'VE COME TOO FAR TO SEE THE END NOW ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wrong
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when she finds the walkman, she can't turn it away. it has batteries that somehow still work, and a cd burn with different songs. some she does and doesn't recognize. a lot of it is r&b, though. her mother owned a lot of them and when she was little, she'd sometimes use them as a way to drown out the conflict that berated her household.
music continued to follow her into her adulthood, a partial reason she took up dancing in the first place. she hadn't listened to anything familiar in awhile, though, and so she's excited to use this to her advantage. she grips on the walkman in her pocket as if to preserve it, the music on the headphones dialed to its maximum. it's relatively quiet around her, so it's easy to get lost in the sound. but that's all shattered when she hears the commotion.
she moves one earphone from her ear, eyes flickering over to where the commotion took place. with the gathering crowd, she can't see what is happening but it's easy to guess. this was was a cesspool of tiny dicks and aggrandized masculinity, fights were bound to take place. she could waste her time by going over to see who wins if she cared but she doesn't. instead, she rolls her eyes and goes to continue forward. until she hears the voice of teddy, that is.
a tiny voice urges her to keep going, asked if she wanted to know. that isn't enough to keep her from not hurrying over. she shoves her way through the bodies that shield her but she's still relatively far back when she sees it- that old man from the casino, who'd attacked teddy previously being tortured by men while teddy watched.
janelle watches in dismay, ruminating as to why this could happen. while she wasn't new to violence, she hasn't witnessed something like this. and usually, punishments were given under valid circumstances, but this couldn't be over that stupid bar fight, could it? janelle watches until she can't anymore. she pushes her way back through the crowd, continuing to push forth to her initial destination, but much more horrified than before.
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[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
The possibility he had learned any sort of lesson from his experience with Teddy earlier that week was dismally low. The probability that he would learn something from this punishment that the weak man had concocted was equally as low. Though his body shuddered at the thought of whatever it might be. But. Whatever it was could be nothing to what he had experienced in the past. Teddy wasn’t that imaginative after all, seemed like a dull, boring, corporate, sleazy man.
He had seriously contemplated packing a bag and just skipping out on the Badlands. There was nothing left for him here after all, and it brought pain to his heart every day he was here. But he was no coward. And he was not afraid of the puny bureaucrat. On the contrary he was sure he’d be almost entertained by the mans attempts to get what he considered even.
Even would be a few punches a kick and a spit. Teddy didn’t seem the man to adhere to the old principal of an eye for an eye the older soldier reflected as he was half led half dragged to a spot that Teddy thought acceptable for his most likely public punishment. He wasn’t going to make it easy on anyone though. If Teddy wanted him there his goons would have to drag Mike all the way.
When Teddy announced they were there and Mike was deposited onto the ground he was almost relieved. The anticipation of getting beat up was always much worse than the actually getting beat up part of it. Teddy had a chip on his shoulder even after the beating Mike had handed out to him... somebody would knock it off... eventually. Though probably wouldn’t be him, not unless Teddy was stupid enough to repeat the mistake of bringing up Mike’s late son. A bit of a sore spot with the man still.
Blah blah blah, Teddy needed to gloat. Show of how much of a man he was. Time for the idiot to play showman, whine to everybody who would listen about how the big bad Mike had attacked him. Totally unprovoked and hurt is poor little feelings. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh and roll his eyes at the melodrama. Just get to the part where you shoot my brains out or punch my face in already and get on with it. Mike thought grimly to himself. Anything and to be better than this egomaniacs speech.
"How benevolent." He mouthed under his breath as Teddy revealed his plan to kindly not kill Mike. He refrained from making any snarky comments, though it was difficult to bite his tongue. Yeah anger did get him in trouble his temper had always been something the man had difficulty controlling. Temper mixed with alcohol was even harder. Mike let his face remain stupidly defiant of Teddy’s words.
When he gave the order to... begin the punishment Mike braced for the impact of the first punch. But it was hard to brace for every punch. And soon he had rolled nearly to the ground unwilling to pull himself back up just to be knocked down again. He didn’t curl up into the fetal position though after about thirty seconds of hard blows one of the goons pulled Mike to his knees. Well so much for taking it lying down.
Where was Teddy during all this. Standing next to that meat slab he called a brother. "Fucking coward!"
He spat the words in Teddy’s direction, they weren’t words of hate instead disgust, laced with something that could be heard as annoyance. "Any man would have the guts to punch me himself instead of throwing second rate thugs at me." A punch hitting him square in the jaw shut him up momentarily. But nothing short of having his tongue cut out would silence him for long.
The man tightened his lips, another blow fell on his face, though some were aimed for his stomach. Despite the situation he was in he couldn’t help but critique the efforts of the two grunts doing Teddy’s dirty work. Had they ever tortured a guy before? They were truly terrible at this. Had he been consulted this would have been much more spectacular.
Mike’s disappointment in the flatness of this punishment seemed to be mirrored by Teddy who ordered someone to bring him a meat hammer. Though with the blows falling hard and fast he wasn’t quite able to make out what it was the man had asked for. Whatever it was could spice up this dull event.
He was partially aware of the crowd. Though he paid them no mind. And continued to press his luck by heckling Teddy. "Weak excuse for a milksop!" He snapped, nearly yelling it at Teddy. Baiting him to do his own dirty work, hell. Even if it was Teddy’s hand that killed him he might respect the man a touch more than he did now. "What’s wrong princess. Can’t stomach the blood? My mother could orchestrate a better torture session!" Another blow to the face, Mike went down sprawled on the ground unwilling to pull himself back to his knees. No that was the grunts job.
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
[align=center] Tommy had seen worse. Truly, he had.
These types of situations never ended up well for the one being punished — assaulting your own boss? In front of a crowd? That could get you beat to death, and he wouldn't be surprised if that was the turn that this punishment took today. Teddy, the guy who ran this joint, did not seem happy at all. He seemed to have a giant ego, one that demanded respect and admiration from his underlings. Being defied and made a punching bag in public certainly must have dealt a harsh blow.
Tommy wasn't a sadist who took pleasure in watching others get humiliated or tortured, but hey, it was something to watch. He took his place among the crowd, folding his arms and watching as Mike got what was coming to him. Once the beating commenced, he visibly winced at some of the hits they dealt. Of course Mike managed to fit in a few smart comments; he was a man who wouldn't go down silently, it seemed. "Ey, pal, you betta' be careful what you wish for." Snorted Tommy from the sidelines. Was he trying to get himself killed? Shit, he'd might as well just leave the group after this. There was no way he was going to live easily here any longer.
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[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Perhaps Teddy could have served a more active role in Michael’s torture, but he had good reason for his reservations. Firstly, he was the boss; why the hell would he have to do a thing if he could just order others to do the work for him? Secondly, Teddy had spent years cultivating an almost solely designer wardrobe, and he did not want some scum of the earth’s blood splattered across his crisp beige cabana shirt. Lastly, if he were to truly be honest with himself, Teddy wasn’t quite comfortable with blood. The sight of gore made him somewhat weak at the knees and so surely, if given the chance, he’d simply not directly involve himself in the violence. Instead, he’d nonchalantly bark orders for the job to be done.
Wordlessly, hands resting comfortably on his hips as he stood idly, Teddy watched Michael get beaten up relentlessly, ignoring the ever-growing crowd who came to watch. The more the merrier, Teddy would say — if this didn’t get his message across, then he didn’t know what would. ❝ What’s wrong princess. Can’t stomach the blood? ❞ Mike began to shout, Teddy sending Micah an unimpressed eye roll before a Badlander returned to hand over a meat tenderiser. ❝ No, no, Ford. ❞ Teddy held the tenderiser out for one of the NPCs to take, casually gesturing back towards Mike as he calmly ordered, ❝ Break his hand. ❞
The NPCs began to position Mike’s hand so that they could follow through with Teddy’s order, Teddy sneering down at Mike as he slowly began to fold his arms across his chest. ❝ It’s so that I don’t scuff my loafers. They’re Allen Edmonds. ❞ After his snippy remark, the NPC sent the tenderiser down onto Mike’s hand once, twice, and then a third time for good measure. Teddy watched the agony on Mike’s face, a twitch of a scowl slowly finding its way to his lips before he hissed sharply, ❝ Lay a hand on me again and you won’t have a hand. Consider this a warning. ❞ With that, he turned to walk away, leaving the NPCs to toss Mike aside before urging the crowd to dissipate.
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