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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Sept 7, 2010 18:24:29 GMT -5
Solomon lumbered into the temple, his heavy steps echoing through the empty worship area. Nearly empty, that is. Beside the monstrously huge Solomon was supposed to be Rebekah and Esau, who Isaac had requested be punished. He wasn't as adept with a whip as the sister Naomi Kaitlyn, but he would do his job. Slowly, he turned towards them. "I didn't want to do it in public," he said by way of explaining why he had led them to the Old Church. "But this place is still watched by He Who Walks Behind the Rows." ooc: sorry about the quality.
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Post by esau12 on Sept 8, 2010 16:54:07 GMT -5
Pain is a frontier which Esau knew well. Admittedly, this pain was mostly emotional. However, that pain can be, at times, the worst of all.
But even with that in mind, Esau still felt anxious as he got into position to be whipped. He gulped as his eyes laid rest on the whip. It was a yard long and made of rope. The handle was wrapped in leather and from it came seven branches of rope. The tips of these ropes were wrapped in copper, as to increase the pain of the whipping.
He gulped a final time and awaited his punishment.
OOC: Your post was fine. Not each post is going to be the equivalent of "The Bad Man"'s first post. By the way, what happened to him. I heard you guys scared him away.
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Sept 8, 2010 17:40:07 GMT -5
ooc: I never role played with bad man. I don't think that could scare him away.
ic: Solomon stared blankly at Esau. Heretic or no, Solomon wasn't one to take any pleasure in harming anyone. At the same time, he also wasn't one to let affronts onto his Lord go unpunished. And, in his modest opinion, Isaac had let Former Brother Esau escape unscathed for too numerous of sins.
Wanting to take care of the matter swiftly, Solomon ordered, "Take off your shirt. I don't want to ruin the fabric."
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Post by esau12 on Sept 8, 2010 19:20:43 GMT -5
Without turning to look at him, Esau spoke, "Yes, Solomon," and he took off his shirt. He waited a few seconds, anticipating the pain to come. He could not help but break this excruciating silence, "Well...have at it."
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Sept 8, 2010 20:10:52 GMT -5
Solomon nodded curtly at the heathen. Being cooperative would do nothing but allow things to run their course swiftly. Ten lashes a person could survive. Be incapacitated for some time, but live. He cast a sidelong glance to where he believed Rebekah was meant to be. Twenty lashes he wasn't so sure of. But he would think of that later. Now, he decided to just wash his hands of the matter. Now. He went to crack the weapon on Esau's revealed back. ooc - you can decide whether it hit or not, or how many cracks solomon just performed (1-10. It would be ooc for him to perform any more.) so basically, in your next post, decide whether we're done with that part or not. thanks, esau!
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Post by Bunny on Sept 9, 2010 17:32:19 GMT -5
Rebekah's calm - if anything Rebekah had could ever be described as such - was growing increasingly thinner the longer she stayed in the church. Ever since she had been led away from the cornfield she had not stopped yimmering, and, frankly her tongue was already growing weak and her throat already dry but this did not silence her. In fact, with the realization that her pain would do nothing but increase, due largely to the whip in Solomon's hand, she began to talk even more, repeating her same protestations. "Look, this is all a lie! I gave birth to little Noah myself! I'm just a better mother than everyone else because it takes me a few hours rather than 9 months to form one in my stomach, and ...it just takes me a minute to pop it out!" She squatted and stuck her hand up the bottom of her dress, and then revealed her empty hand extravagantly to Solomon, as though demonstrating how the miracle had happened.
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Sept 10, 2010 6:35:03 GMT -5
ooc: I had a post up, but I edited it out. I should probably wait for Esau to reply first. ;D
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Post by esau12 on Sept 10, 2010 14:29:32 GMT -5
One...a shiver of pain went up and down the body of Esau as he winced from the lash. Two...another shiver. Three...four...five...the pain was really getting to him now. Six...seven. As the metal laced ropes of the whip ripped his skin for the seventh time, Esau let out an audible scream, "AH!" He began to feel lightheaded. Eight...the church began to get fuzzy. Nine. Esau whispered a silent prayer, "Oh God, please, help me..." Ten. The final crack of the whip was delivered. The unconscious body of Esau lay bleeding on the floor.
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Sept 11, 2010 10:38:29 GMT -5
Solomon's eyes were of stone as the infidel's body crumpled into a heap, but the giant was not without pity. The ragged-criss-cross marks on Esau's back were difficult to look at. But, he tried to tell himself, hopefully the evil had been chased out, or, possibly, the evil would just hide itself now and not try to taint other believers.
He turned his attention to Rebekah, whose protests echoed through the church. Her sins just grew more and more numerous. Now she was lying. "You did not," he said flatly. "It takes nine months for a woman's tainted body to prepare for the coming of pure, undefiled youth. Take off your shirt." As soon as he spoke Solomon realized how perverted that sounded. His eyes fell to the floor. "I won't watch, if it makes you uncomfortable."
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Post by Bunny on Sept 11, 2010 17:22:22 GMT -5
Rebekah shook her head rapidly even as Solomon spoke. "I am not lying!" she shrieked. "Noah is my daughter! I gave birth to her, I did, I did, I did! Esau was lying when he said we went to Hemingford!" she pointed an accusatory finger at the curled form of Esau. "I got pregnant, gave birth, and I just wanted Isaac to welcome the miracle into Gatlin!" Why wouldn't Solomon believe her? Yeah, it was a lie --- but it was the truth that was going to get her whipped, not the lie. Best not to surrender it without a fight.
Or else she would end up broken and bleeding just like Esau.
"And taking off my shirt won't make me uncomfortable! The whipping will make me feel uncomfortable, thanks!" To illustrate this, she tore off her cotton top, and her undergarments and threw them lazily to the floor, now standing before Solomon in nothing but skin. When he made the request, he had embarrassedly looked to the floor. "Do you like this, you pervert?" she challenged, hoping to try and turn to offense. "You like beating people to submission, seeing half-naked girls cry for mercy? Sicko pervert infidel jerkwad!"
Then she pulled her trump card. "He Who Walks Behind the Rows will reckon with you!"
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Post by esau12 on Sept 11, 2010 20:29:39 GMT -5
Birds were chirping outside when Esau woke up in a bed. He opened up his eyes, but stayed still. He shifted his eyes around the room and sat up on his bed. A light-headed feeling plagued him and, because of it, he put his hand to head.
"Lawrence..." A voice called to him. It sounded familiar, but old at the same time. He pulled the covers off his legs and put his feet on the floor. Warmth. How odd, he thought. For some reason he had expected the room to be cold, to be unwanted, uncomfortable. He stood and began to walk towards the door.
"Lawrence, come here..." The voice called again, it was sweet and loving. His chest thumped with the yearning for its comfort. With that want, his pace quickened. As he reached the room's threshold, the voice became louder. Another step. A smell wafted toward his nose. It was sweet and warm and welcoming, like the voice.
He kept on walking and he turned a corner. A light was radiating from a room down the hallway. Esau smiled. The yearning inside of him grew to its overflow point and he was filled with unparalleled, rapturous joy.
He was two steps from the room with the light, but then it began to fade.
"LAWRENCE!" The sweet voice was gone. In its place was terror. The warm atmosphere was turned to fear. Esau began to run toward the room. In the second it took him to reach it, he had a realization. He knew who was screaming his once-upon-a-time name.
The earsplitting, blood-curtling scream continued to pulse through the air, all the while spreading its deliverer's uncertainty of their fate through into it.
The yearning in Esau was flipped. The joy was replaced with terror, uncertainty. However, the want to get to the room remained, only now it was exponientially increased.
As Esau reached the threshold of the room, he held out his hand and grabbed said threshold. He used this grip to swing himself into the doorway of the room.
What was in his frame of vision is hard to describe. The inhumanity, the insanity, the impossibility. Esau stood there, stunned, horrified, but not scared.
A woman. A woman, and a boy. The boy had pinned this woman to the floor whilst holding a kitchen knife to her throat. His face was covered with a mask similar to that of a scarecrow's. "MOM!" Esau screamed in desperation at the scene unfolding in front of him. Neither one of the actors in this horrific play made any action which indicate acknowledgement of Esau.
With a swift and decisive motion of his arm, the boy slit Esau's mother's throat with a deep gash. Blood spilled from her, and she held her hands to the wound as she quickly bled out.
"No, NO, NOOOOOOOO!" As the third "no" was being expelled from the bowels of Esau's chest, he ran at the masked boy. It was with this action that Esau gained the attention of this murderous child. The boy turned his head toward Esau. A split second later, the boy was on the ground and Esau was on top of him. Esau had taken the kitchen knife and held it to the boy's throat.
Esau's face was scrunched up in a confused expression that exemplified sadness and anger. He let out a moan filled with the same emotions. The expression and the moan both asked the same question, "Why?" Esau held up the hand which held the knife and began to plunge it into the air above the boy's neck.
"No, not yet," Esau thought. He stopped executing that motion and instead began another. Slowly the mask of the boy was slid off of his face.
"No, no, no..." Esau sat pinning the boy down. He dropped the knife to the floor. A metallic ting threw from its contact with the tile marble. He got of him and sat at the boy's side. Esau was exhausted and kept his head down. When the boy sat up, Esau chose to look up as well. Their eyes met.
It was like looking in a mirror, only this was not so. For the eyes Esau was looking into were his own.
At that, the world around him began to get fuzzy. The thing to go was the general setting. Then their mother's body. The last to go was the murderer. But not entirely. His feet faded, as did his torso, his arms, his legs, and most of his head. But not his eyes. Blackness surrounded Esau, a vacuum consumed him, but still the eyes remained. Piercing his soul.
He began to fall through the blackness, and he awoke. His eyes were open, filled with tears. Not because of the pain he had recently endured, no, but because of the dream. He closed his eyes, hoping to gain some rest from his dream. But still the eyes remained.
This jolted him awake. He slowly got to his feet. The warm liquid running down his back soothed him. He wanted to close his eyes, he really did, but he could not. He stared at Rebekah and Solomon, hoping to find comfort in their eyes.
OOC: Modified
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Post by Bunny on Sept 12, 2010 11:00:00 GMT -5
OOC: O.O You take modification to the next level. Wasn't the previous version less than 200 words?
IC:
Rebekah swung towards Esau, who was still sprawled across the floor. Her face contorted into a murderous distortion of the almost-pretty it once possessed. "This is gonna be your fault!" she howled. "Solomon's going to punish me, and then he's going to burn in hell for hurting one of the Lord's Innocent Children all because you lied! Tell him I gave birth to Noah! Tell him I gave birth to Noah or I'll never forgive you!"
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Post by esau12 on Sept 12, 2010 12:01:46 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, about the length. I felt the dream deserved to be explained with more depth. It revealed the internal pain that Esau felt.
IC: Never forgive you...
The words rung inside Esau's head, making company with the eyes that so taunted him. His indifferent expression changed. With the look of how-dare-you and anger on his face, Esau spoke the first real words since his fainting.
"No." He used an entire breath to say the word, expelling it quickly. He then turned to Solomon, facing him and only him. He sent him a look of exhaustion that had within it his response to Rebekah. "No, she did not give birth to that poor child," were the unspoken words that were delivered through the gaze.
He then turned to the pews of the church and walked toward them. He sat down on the second row closest to the alter and stared blankly into space.
OOC: You guys can still talk to Esau, he might answer.
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Sept 12, 2010 20:10:45 GMT -5
// Nice post, Esau \\
---- Solomon's only reaction to Rebekah's stinging words were slow blink. One more blink when he saw that she had stripped off all of the clothes on her back, showing him everything that was meant to be the right of her husband's alone.
Inwardly though, he melted. The fear of hellfire had been drilled into him since even before Isaac graced Gatlin. It had only intensified since he had begun to bask in the glory of He Who Walks Behind the Rows. "I'm not doing this because I want to." He tried to reason with her. "Calm yourself, Rebekah. It will be over before you know it." He looked towards Esau who had struggled onto one of the church pews. "Thank you." he said acknowledging the boy's honesty. Maybe the whipping had torn the evil out of him. "If Isaac does not object, I will call for a healer to look after your wounds."
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Post by esau12 on Sept 12, 2010 21:49:21 GMT -5
OOC: Thank you very much, Dot. That post is my greatest so far, and I am quite proud of it.
IC: The church was growing darker as the day went on. Esau, however, was not the one to notice this. He was not seeing anything at the moment, all he was doing was staring blankly through space, perhaps looking for someone to answer his questions.
A ringing encased his world so that he could hardly hear a thing. All the words spoken around him were muffled to the point of near inaudibility. When Solomon spoke to Esau, all he heard was a rumble. Even so, he still detected that he was being spoken to. To acknowledge the words directed to him, even though he did not know what they were, he nodded slowly while continuing to stare into the nothingness which only he could see.
OOC: Just to clarify, Esau's dream was meant to show that he resented himself for not preventing the death of his mother. It was not meant to show that he killed his mother, which he did not.
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