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Post by Bunny on Sept 13, 2010 15:09:17 GMT -5
"You. Are. Asking. Me. To. Take. A. Beating!" She punctuated this with a shriek. "Where is my husband? Where is Damon?" Rebekah made a great show of looking around. "He was allegedly with me. Where is he? I want to see my husband. You show a heathen like Esau more respect than you show me, a believer and daughter of He Who Walks Behind the Rows!"
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Sept 13, 2010 15:12:16 GMT -5
Solomon saw red. The insulent Rebekah had surely been permitted to run wild for far too long. Twenty lashings seemed far too lenient for such a wench. And then to claim refuge as a believer of He Who Walks Behind the Rows, while she is in the midst of wallowing in a sin? A refusal of a confession, which was the same as saying Isaac was incorrect, which was the same as saying He Who Walks Behind the Rows was wrong?
Enraged and consumed, the giant boy thrust a fist forward, aiming for the girl's cheek.
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Post by esau12 on Sept 13, 2010 16:32:34 GMT -5
The muffled sound eminating from the figures next to Esau continued. Even without his proper attention he could still detect the voice that exemplified the person that is Rebekah. The voice stopped. Shortly after, the air stopped flowing and the world became very heavy.
The same detection he had felt when Solomon addressed him was felt once again. Only now it had an air of urgency. His sub-conscious spoke to him through the nothingness, "Lawrence, up and to arms, boy! Get up!"
At that, the world of nothingness which so enveloped Esau rushed from him and was replaced by the church. He turned his head to Rebekah and Solomon. The scene was unfolding quickly, he knew he must act fast.
He immediately rose from the pew, but he was impeded by the pain in his back and the drained feeling he had from his lack of blood. It took every ounce of his remaining strength, however little it was, to get himself between the two.
He stared into the eyes of Solomon with what looked like would forever be a look of solemness and said, "No, Solomon, your emotions are getting the best of you. You must give this girl her lashings..." he grew extremely lightheaded with that last word, "...and nothing else. Let the Lord deal with her."
Even as he was in the midst of his final sentence, Esau knees were beginning to buckle. He fell to the ground in a collapsed heap of human exhaustion. He sat there, conscious and tired.
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Sept 13, 2010 20:10:56 GMT -5
Solomon was always a controlled specimen. He had lost his grip only briefly, and in the moment that Esau spoke to him, he regained his control. His fist unclenched and he gave a curt nod to Esau. When the boy fell to the earth, Solomon instinctively dived downward to check on him, worrying his bottom lip. Should he leave for a healer? Rebekah could surely not be trusted alone. But Isaac had merely ordered Esau to be whipped, not killed.
"Don't die," he ordered bluntly, moving to lift Esau from the floor to carry him to help.
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Post by Bunny on Sept 14, 2010 18:59:09 GMT -5
Rebekah saw her chance and seized it. Solomon had turned away from her, deigning to actually assist an unbelieving vehicle of evil. While he intended persecutor wallowed in sin, she dove to the floor and grabbed her shirt. Not slipping into it but instead just squeezing it against her bust to achieve some sort of semblance of modesty, she charged towards the door.
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Post by esau12 on Sept 14, 2010 19:45:46 GMT -5
Esau sighed as Rebekah charged out of the church. He shook his while saying, "Oi vey..." After a moment of thought, he added, "...with the poodles."
OOC: Yes, I did in fact just reference the one, the only, Lorelai Gilmore. The mom I mean, not the daughter.
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Sept 15, 2010 7:35:54 GMT -5
Solomon clenched his fists. Dropping what he had collected of Esau, he tumbled after the fleeing Rebekah, grabbing desperately for her arm. Her escape would invite Isaac's - or worse, He Who Walks Behind the Rows' - wrath. He didn't relish punishing anyone, but he desired the whip upon himself even less. "Stop wench!" he snarled. "You may escape the wrath of my whip, but you will only find the Lord's wrath!" Find it and pass it along to him.
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Post by Bunny on Sept 15, 2010 14:25:20 GMT -5
OOC: If only Esau had used the exact quote.
IC:
Rebekah was easily pulled towards Solomon, despite her struggles. "Let. Go!" she snarled through clenched teeth. "I'm not a wench, I'm a respectable married girl, and I need to be with my baby. Noah. She's my daughter, I gave birth to her, I did! What crime have I committed?" This time she merely attempted to wrench her arm free of the boy's grasp, and stand before him with her chin tilted up and feet planted firmly beneath her.
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Sept 15, 2010 14:37:57 GMT -5
Solomon was a man of few words. And he spoke none, not allowing a single syllable to slip from his tongue. Instead, he decided to just begin the lashings. Isaac had implied that it must be across her back. But he had never stipulated this much for certain. He lashed the leather coil forward.
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Post by Bunny on Sept 15, 2010 21:42:23 GMT -5
And it struck. As soon as leather connected with cheek, Rebekah fell to the ground. The force behind the blow, combined with the exhaustion from her great pilgrimage from Hemingford and her earlier struggle with Richard instantly knocked her unconscious.
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Sept 16, 2010 15:51:05 GMT -5
Solomon did not stop himself even as Rebekah crashed to the floor. The girl had been so troublesome, but she did not have to be awake for this. If the Lord had gifted her sleep, so be it. If she awoke during the punishment, so be it. It would be as He Who Walks Behind the Rows willed. He cracked the serpentine coil against the floor just once, before he bent down and removed the garments that Rebekah had been clutching in her hands to defend her modesty. That is, if such a girl had such a thing called modesty.
When he threw the pieces of clothe to the side, he rolled her onto her back, lifted the coil, and tried to crash it against her back.
// same as before. 0-20. Seems more convenient this way. \
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Post by Bunny on Sept 17, 2010 13:20:40 GMT -5
And so it began.
Rebekah couldn't feel the first strike or so. What she could feel, however, was its aftermath; she woke up shortly after Solomon had begun to deal the punishment she had been sentenced.
She could also feel the leather coil smacking against her back - digging inside of her skin on more than one occasion. She could also feel the blood stream from her back.
She wanted to get up and run away, but it was as though the whip was tying her down as well as beating her. She couldn't think. She couldn't move. She could only howl.
And as quickly as it began --- it was done.
OOC: I be writing this in an unpredicted Study Hall. Gimme a break! xD
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Post by esau12 on Sept 17, 2010 15:09:28 GMT -5
A person walked into the church, "I was told to come here. Something about people being whipped and possibly needing medical attention." The healer looked at Rebekah, Esau, and then Solomon. She saw the blood and the deep gashes from which it came. "Ah, I see. You are indeed in need." She walked over to Esau and bent down to him, "Would you like my assistance," she asked in a, for lack of a bettter term, cool voice. She had a confident air about her, and she was very kind. The sense of understanding and care that eminated from her made anyone she came in contact with feel instantly soothed. She was a born healer.
"No, take care of her first," Esau answered, nodding his head toward the bleeding Rebekah.
"Chivalrous, I see. Well, have it your way." The healer turned to Rebekah and kneeled as she did with Esau. She spoke to her, "May I help you?" The healer smiled, and waited for a response.
OOC: Dot, feel free to speak to the healer if you feel like posting.
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Post by Sly Cooper on Sept 17, 2010 21:47:25 GMT -5
Feeling the exhaustion of the day’s events catching up to him, Damon pulled himself along as best as he could. His feet wouldn’t seem to cooperate as he tried to move them and his posture was slouched more than usual. He went to the church to see if his, no doubt angry, wife was there. He knew he wasn’t the best husband, actually no where near best, not even close to good let alone best. The truth was the only thing keeping him awake was guilt. Nothing but raw guilt eating away at him inside out.
Paused outside with a hand pressed against the church door, Damon took in a deep breath, closed his red, tired eyes, and gulped. “Just go in there. What’s the worst that could happen?” He prepared himself, talking himself up to the matter at hand, then pushed the door open and put one foot in.
Damon opened his mouth to speak, and he would’ve been fine till he saw Rebekah standing there more or less naked. His cheeks warmed, the whites of his eyes grew and mouth gaped even more. He dropped to the ground, face down and put his hands over his head.
“I erm—I came to see how—Re—How Rebakah was doing. And—uh—I can see this is a bad time. I should—just see myself out—Seems how she’—naked I mean indecent.” Sure, now he felt even more ridiculous as he mumbled incoherently to the floorboards. Not sure if it was from his fainting or the fact that he’s embarrassed when he saw his own wife naked, but he did indeed feel ridiculous. And even more so he felt like a huge pervert.
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Post by esau12 on Sept 17, 2010 22:13:30 GMT -5
A familiar ringing engulfed Esau. As his ability to hear properly began to lessen as each second went on, the pain which Esau had, until then, mostly forgotten came back with a striking vengence. He winced at the ringing world around him, unaware of anyone else. The pain was so consuming that Esau forgot about those horrid, haunting eyes. He shut his eyes and clenched his teeth to help deal with the pain.
A flash of blue shot through the blackness of his eyelids, horrifying and awful. The pain eminating from his wounds once again disappeared as Esau awoke from his pain induced trance with a scream of terror.
He then became aware of his surroundings. Mostly shaken, but a little embarassed, Esau hid himself with the caverns of his fetal body.
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