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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park

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Gavin Merlino
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POSTED ON May 15, 2021 18:17:42 GMT
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Gavin's energy is intense, but nervous.

He has been too soft on Plank, he feels. The methods of his mentor have been implemented in part, but Blackwell's fading era presents itself in the way that Gavin refuses to go as far.

Rocket is soft.

Stay with me, and you'll survive.

"I need her to survive this, Theo."

He's not only talking about the interrogation. They stand outside the door to Merlino's office, wherein will shortly be waking up from the effects of a psychic sleep. Bound, but not gagged. If she were to scream, no one would hear it.

"Do what you must."

He pushes open the door.
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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 3:55:48 GMT
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[attr="class","beck"]orders are to be followed, that much hasn't changed. but this one feels easier to stomach, and even easier to obey.

"understood."

he tenses as they enter, eyes avoid looking around, instead choosing to focus on the bound grunt. he approaches, and there's no hesitation in the way he slaps her across her face.

"vela."

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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 4:43:06 GMT
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[attr="class","sunshine"]Coming to is a confusing process. Falling asleep when she doesn't expect to isn't an odd thing for Plank, and so waking up from a rest she doesn't remember taking isn't either. Neither is waking up upright.

What is odd is the pain in her shoulders, built up in the background overtime as her body leaned forward -- leaving them stuck between the pull of gravity on her torso and the pull of the ropes that bind her hands behind the chair's back. The room that even in this dim light she can tell she's never been in. And of course the fact that when she does try to move her arms and legs both resolutely refuse.

"What the fuck?" she questions the empty room. Groggy. Her voice dry, "What the fuck?"

The repeated question is accented by an increased effort to move. Underneath her sweater her arms flex as they put considerable effort into breaking her bonds. Her knees burn as they try in vain to unbend -- to straighten legs bound at the ankle to sturdy chair legs.

After her first attempt she shuffles a bit in the seat, readjusts in the empty hope that maybe it's just where she was putting her support that kept her from breaking free. Before she can make the second attempt, though, an unseen door opens.

At first Plank's eyes shoot up in a panic. For a moment she's afraid; but when a face she recognizes comes into view she's suddenly furious.

"What the hell d' ya think --" she starts to shout before a sharp strike to the cheek cuts off her words. She feels the soft skin of her inner cheek scrape against teeth as her gaze suddenly shoots right. It's a reprimand of some sort but she doesn't get the memo.

"Yeah, that's me," she answers a question that wasn't asked and turns burning eyes to meet with a less familiar pair, "and who the fuck are you?"



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Gavin Merlino
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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 5:07:38 GMT
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By the time the door opens, he's already shutting down.

It's harder than it used to be, as if he must brush the dust off old lessons learned. There's a flicker of remorse when he notes her panic, remembers the dread of waking bound in a dim-lit room.

Her anger makes it easier; he focuses on feeling nothing at all.

In this situation, he has granted authority. Gavin doesn't speak, merely crossing the room to lean against the wall in full view of .
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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 5:21:24 GMT
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[attr="class","beck"]he throws a right hook and cuts her off, interrupts her question, because it's not one that should be asked. she'll learn eventually.

the same hand snaps forward, grabs her by her jaw, and forces her head up to meet his eyes.

"try again."

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plank
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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 5:29:42 GMT
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[attr="class","sunshine"]The red spot on Plank's cheek already aching, already swelling, is struck again. The punch snaps her head to the side again, digs teeth into cheek again, and momentarily tips the chair. The weight of her body shifting lifts the left legs a fraction of an inch. They would have landed on their own, but settle with a loud clatter when Plank's body is suddenly pulled back to center.

The stranger's hand (no, not a stranger, she saw him somewhere . . .) wraps around her face. His thumb digs into her abused cheek, pushing the little cuts inside painfully against the teeth that left them. Her eyes water involuntarily as the taste of blood hits her tongue.

An old, familiar impulse hits her. To cry. To beg. To question. Desperately, her eyes swivel to Gavin and the urge vanishes. Plank finds her anger again. Uses it to burn out the weaker impulses that threaten to consume her.

"What the fuck do ya want?" she amends her question and twists her face into a sneer that comes with a fresh wave of iron over her tongue.



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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 5:35:00 GMT
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[attr="class","beck"]"obedience."

he sighs, releases his hold, then throws the same punch again.

"loyalty."

it coils into a backhand that goes across the other side of her face. the chair sways but it never tips.

"think you have it in you, vela?"

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Gavin Merlino
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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 5:38:25 GMT
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Memories return, unbidden.

Obedient. Blind. Even if it kills you.

Gavin's thumbnail digs against the flesh of his palm, grounding. It's worse, watching it happen to someone else.

But he doesn't look away, not even when she looks to him to find her anger.
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plank
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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 5:44:20 GMT
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[attr="class","sunshine"]The two blows come and she has to twist her wrists in their bindings to hold back the whimper that shudders in her chest. The chair clatters again and she can already feel the pain spreading from her cheeks to between her ears. Hits to the head are the worst. She can't curl up here, though, so there's no choice but to take it.

At least he doesn't grab her face again. She takes a moment to just let her head hang back; but has to abort when she feels blood shift in her mouth. She breathes in through her nose before spitting it on the floor to her left.

She swallows more of it before she turns back to her assailant again.

"Well enough," she replies, voice thick (her tongue is swelling where she's bit it) and traitorously shaky (tears now properly spill down her cheeks), "but got a feelin' . . . ya don't think so."



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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 5:51:37 GMT
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[attr="class","beck"]"i don't think so, no. i don't see your worth, personally."

he flexes his hand into a fist, feels the soreness starting to spread.

"but merlino thinks you do."

he reaches for her jaw once again, snaps her head up.

"is he wrong?"

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plank
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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 5:58:35 GMT
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[attr="class","sunshine"]Plank hisses as he pulls her to attention again, a sound full of blood and spit. Another pitiful sound tries to drag its way out of her chest but she grinds it down even as she continues to cry. The ropes around her wrists burn as she forces them to dig into tender skin and she pulls on the mentioning of her mentor's name to keep that flickering fire up.

"I dunno," she says honestly, flippantly. The scar to her leg and now this -- it's hard to find the desire to obey, the pull towards loyalty, she thought she'd been fostering. No, those are dangerous thoughts. For a moment her mask breaks and her lip quivers before she pulls it back together.

Fuck what she thought. This is what's real.

"If this is the alternative, though -- he's right. Sure."



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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 6:14:28 GMT
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[attr="class","beck"]"then prove it."

eventually, he relents and releases his hold. this sight is not one he appreciates, but he knows it's needed. his eyes glance to merlino, gauging, before returning.

"tell me about your mission with ozaki."

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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 6:30:12 GMT
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[attr="class","sunshine"]The man lets her go and she leans forward. Lets her shoulders stretch as blood and spit congeal at the front of her mouth. She spits a disgusting gob of the stuff on the floor between her legs.

In the sweet seconds of relief Plank's allotted she tries to pull herself together a bit. Licks her teeth clean and counts the cuts inside her mouth while catching her breath. Putting a stopper on the waterworks.

She's almost composed when Ozaki comes up. Her head rises slowly, but still the pain of the movement makes her wince. She's suddenly grateful for how low the lights are.

"What about it?" she asks, pushing through pain and swelling to properly form her words, "Routine smugglin' job. Porygon. Done months ago."



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Gavin Merlino
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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 6:30:39 GMT
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Theo looks to him, and Gavin's stomach lurches involuntarily.

It's difficult to see him like this. It brings back memories he's spent years filing away. But though Theo's methods were brutal, Gavin sees them as effective. Necessary.

He nods, and doesn't intervene.
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POSTED ON May 16, 2021 6:45:24 GMT
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[attr="class","beck"]"there was a missing porygon."

the implication hangs in the air, soon enveloped by silence. he doesn't say anything else. he watches, waits.

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