Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】
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				Title: <strong>Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 00:32:27</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i40.tinypic.com/106htmo.png)</div><br><div align="center">(http://i43.tinypic.com/9k40af.png) (http://i43.tinypic.com/16kqu7m.png)</div><br><hr><hr><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">As predicted, our natural resources continued to dwindle. By the close of the 22nd century, dire predictions about Earth's ability to support human life began to arise, and tensions reached a breaking point. When it was announced in 2198 that the Asian Bloc, comprised mostly of Eastern Asia nations, would annex South America in order to utilize its jungles as farmland, Russia was quick to respond by sending troops of its own. Caught between the two countries, militias and private armies took up arms to protect their homes. It was war, and in all wars there are casualties... and prisoners.</span></em><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Red</em> = <strong>Russian</strong> || <em>Blue</em> = <strong>Korean</strong></span></div><br><hr><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archivist</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 02:38:43</strong>
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				A rough road, covered with potholes and rocks from where trucks had dislodged them or animals had moved them, split the forest right down the middle. Trees had been crudely hacked off at the bases and bushes piled by the side by one of the invading armies, though by now nobody could remember who was to blame. The war had been going on for four years, and showed no signs of stopping, despite the growing areas of South America that had been declared inhospitable. The very reasons that were supposed to be the reason for the war in the first place were rapidly losing ground to Pride and Honor, with a dash of Sheer Stubborn Stupidity. As always, the politicians ran the war without ever seeing it.<br><br>None of that mattered to the convoy that was headed north from Itaituba, going to the relatively safe harbor of the Russian-held town of Georgetown. It had been part of the occupation since the start of the war, and the primary POW transport point for the Red army was located there. That was their cargo, five Asian Bloc soldiers that had been captured trying to sneak into a Russian base. They sat in the back of a Hum-Vee, military grade, their hands secured behind their backs by steel cuffs that steadily blinked with a green light indicating the electrolocks were functioning. They were not only cuffed to themselves, but magnetically to the truck itself to keep them in place. Watching them were four soldiers of the Red army, and the driver of the Hum-Vee. Though to say they were watching the prisoners, might have been a little generous.<br><br>"<em>Hey, Yuri. That little one on the end looks like a little bird.</em>" The speaker was a burly private, black bushy beard untrimmed under his cap. He waved his cigar toward the prisoners as he spoke, the rocking of the vehicle bringing the glowing end perilously close to their faces. The one he was addressing, a gaunt looking man with a bare wisp on his chin, gave a sickly smile. He had been fighting motion sickness the whole trip, which had only added to the ribbing that his comrades were giving him. One of the others, this one a lean muscular young man with short cut blond hair and numerous tattoos on his arms, leaned forward and smacked the burly one on his shoulder. "<em>God Alexei, leave Yuri alone. He's likely to fucking blow chunks on you anyway.</em>"<br><br>The one addressed, Alexei, just roared with laughter like it was a joke. "<em>Look at you, defending little Yuri. Maybe you're hoping for a little playtime when we get to POW-land, eh?</em>" He brought his fists together hard, knuckle to knuckle, to crudely illustrate exactly what he meant. Following the lead of the U.S. years before, Russia had enacted laws to end the requirement that soldiers of alternative lifestyles hide it from their comrades, and it was widely known that the target of his derision, Vitaly Yurikoff, had spent more time with the boy-whores of South America then the girl-whores. Vitaly just laughed and mimed his hand into a gun, taking mock aim at Alexei. "<em>Just because you want to rut all the time doesn't mean my dick controls me like it does you. Do you even have one left or did the syphilis wear it off?</em>"<br><br>Loud laughter greeted his retort, and Alexei threw up his hands in mock surrender. He leaned back in his seat, still puffing merrily away at the cigar, ignorant of the ash falling onto his uniform. Vitaly rolled his eyes and looked back at the prisoners. With the entire conversation in Russian, it was doubtful any of them had understood a word, but from the glares being directed their way they understood what had occured: Frivolity, comradeship, freedom. Something these five might never experience again, unless they were traded out of the POW camps. "Hey," he said, in heavily accented English, "Any of you speak English? Need water?" He mimed turning up a cup, looking from one to the other. Fuck but they all looked the same to him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 06:53:54</strong>
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				The war had taken its toll on the South American grounds just as harshly as it had taken its toll on the soldiers fighting one another. Power flip-flopped daily with little progress being made on either side; when one party gained an extra bit of power or captured more territory, it was either taken over by the enemy, taken back by the natives or just plain destroyed. With more battles came more destruction, and more destruction meant more room for battling. It was essentially a circle that would continue until one side came out on top, with the odds not looking good for South America itself. There wasn't an end to the war in sight and it had done much more harm to the countries involved than it did good.<br><br>These were some of the thoughts repeating in Tae-yeon's mind, one of the soldiers who had been caught and taken in as a POW, as he bounced around in the back of the Humvee traveling over potholes. His hands, bound behind his back by something electronic the Reds had snapped on him, were balled into fists as he listened to the conversation going on in the front of the car. Park Tae-yeon, a South Korean soldier, was not only fluent in Korean and English, but Russian as well. It had been pig-headed of the idiots in control to assume the soldiers only knew one language collectively, when in fact, Tae happened to be one of two Koreans in the back. The other three they were captured with were all Chinese who spoke little English and even less Korean. Hence why the five of them sat in the back of the Humvee and the positions were not switched.<br><br>"<em>Hyung, I'm wounded pretty badly,</em>" the other Korean spoke up, in Tae's direction. "<em>I think one of my ribs are broken.</em>" His skin was pale, his body slumped over in the seat, his eyes half open. Tae had seen this sad sight before and it rarely turned out well. It wouldn't be long before his fellow Korean would die just as many of his other brothers who had fallen. "<em>Will you... please ask them for water?</em>" he managed, unable to keep his head up straight. Tae-yeon had hoped he wouldn't have to speak English to the Reds; the less they knew about him, such as how many languages he knew or how he had lethal precision when it came to throwing a knife, the better. He was, however, willing to make an exception if it helped ease the pain of his dying teammate. <br><br>By grace, the one who Tae had pegged as the "gay soldier" after eavesdropping on the conversation turned to offer something to drink.<br><br>"Brother, my comrade is wounded badly and needs a drink," Tae spoke in nearly perfect English with a slight hint of an accent. So much for hiding that fact, he could have at least faked a bit. "He says he thinks one of his ribs are broken. I am begging you to please do something before he dies." The three Chinese men in the back all started buzzing in their language, too fast for Tae to try and pick out, but he ignored and looked straight into the face of one of his captors. "Please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archivist</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 03:07:45</strong>
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				"<em>Bolzhmoi, the little bird speaks English,</em>" Alexei puffed hard on his cigar and laughed. "<em>Vitaly, what did the little bird say, I can barely understand it when they squawk as it is!</em>" He wiped tears from his eyes as he laughed at his own joke, unaware that he had given Tae at least one valuable piece of information, that he neither spoke or understood Korean or English. <br><br>Vitaly bit down hard on a response, the dull patch of a Junior Sergeant on his shoulder indicating that as much of an ass as he was Alexei was still the ranking officer in the Hum-Vee. His Lieutenant bars gleamed, even under the sparse sunlight that was coming in through the tree tops and into the vehicle. "<em>He said that one is hurt, maybe a broken rib. He needs something or he could die.</em>" He waved at the hurt Korean, just to make sure that Alexei understood. It was enough to make the officer bite off a harsh curse and straighten up. "<em>Command won't like it if we show up with four POWs and a body goddamn it. Vitaly, see what you can do for him, Dimitry cover him.</em>"<br><br>The fourth soldier, silent until now, shifted around and pulled his sidearm from his holster. He held it loosely, in the general direction of the POWs, as warning more then an overt threat. Vitaly shifted in the cramped confines of the prison vehicle until he could reach around the wounded soldier and deactivate his cuffs. As the Korean slumped forward, Vitaly quickly stretched out his arms and caught him, preventing the POW from hitting the floor of the moving vehicle. As carefully as he could, he laid the prisoner down on his back, in the open space on the floor, and stayed on his knees by his side. "<em>Yuri, get me some water..</em> You. Medical basics doesn't make me an expert.. I will need your help." He looked up at the one that had spoken, while behind him Yuri dug through a cooler for a bottle of water. <br><br>"Ask him where it hurts... here, here, or here." Vitaly pointed to the left side of his chest, above his heart, the right toward the bottom, and then generally in the middle. "How badly, and if it hurts when he breathes." He accepted the bottle of water from Yuri and unscrewed the top, supporting the Korean's head carefully so that he could drink without spilling water all over himself, and without moving his chest. Alexei watched with a mix of concern and disdain, while Dimitry kept his pistol languidly trailing between the Bloc soldiers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 07:23:41</strong>
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				Though he didn't want to take orders from his captors, for the sake of his friend, Tae nodded in response to the Vitaly's commands.<br><br>"<em>Brother,</em>" Tae spoke to the injured soldier sprawled out on the floor of the Humvee. He glanced back and forth from the blond Russian to his comrade, feeling his throat swell up when he did not recieve an answer. "<em>Brother,</em>" he repeated again, his eyes getting a glimspe of just how horrible his teammate looked when a teasing hint of light illuminated the back of the vehicle. It was much more worse than he had assumed and he could see the blood spotting up on the white t-shirt. Why hadn't he spoken up sooner? Tae assumed it was pride.<br><br>Tae-yeon was able to see the Russian in front of him much better as well, with all of his fancy patches and badges. Similar ones had been stripped from his own uniform when they were taken in as prisoners, loaded into the crowded vehicle as if years of service in the Korean army meant nothing. From soldier to prisoner in the blink of an eye, and now, to die while in the hands of the enemy... That was even worse. "<em>Brother, please, answer,</em>" he tried for a third time, hoping for a different response. Still, nothing. The Chinese men had stopped speaking and were watching intensely. "<em>I can't get help for you if you can't answer. Please.</em>"<br><br>The Korean's eyes were closed and air was coming out of his lungs in jagged breaths. Tae bit down hard on his bottom lip as he could do nothing but stare helplessly, his wrists twisting both painfully and stubbornly in the electronic cuffs. He was on the verge of losing it as he watched his brother suffer, mixed feelings of both rage and terror building up inside him. The derogatory comments coming from the front didn't help either. Tae's temper flared as his comrade's chest finally stopped moving, water gushing from the dead man's mouth and onto his bloodstained shirt. "<em>You mother fucking pigs,</em>" Tae sneered in Russian, his muscles flexing under his skin with his eyes clenched closed. The gun pointed at him didn't hold any significance at that very moment. "<em>You fucking pigs make me sick. You think of my people as birds? You are no better, vultures. You should have killed us right there on the spot.</em>"<br><br>Spitting into the face of the blond, he fought back the urge to swing his boot up and smash Vitaly's nose in. "<em>Get your hands off of him you fucking faggot.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archivist</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 20:41:39</strong>
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				The reaction to Tae's diatribe was immediate and chaotic. Dimitry swung his pistol in line with Tae's face, his finger on the trigger, but before he could fire Alexei lunged over the back of the seat and grabbed Vitaly's collar, pulling him away from the POWs. "<em>Chto za huy,</em>" he spat out, "<em>The little fucker speaks Russian!</em>" Yuri also pulled his sidearm, while up front the driver craned his neck to try and see what was going on.<br><br>Vitaly sprawled on his back, yanked backwards by the rough pull of his superior, but he rolled onto his side and levered himself up into a sitting position. "<em>Fuck you!</em>" He swiped his hand at his face, staring at the spittle that was running down his cheek. Drawing back his hand, he flung the wet glob right back on Tae's POW fatigues, letting it splatter across his chest. "<em>I was trying to HELP him bastard!</em>" The dead body on the ground seemed to stare up at him accusingly, saying Vitaly couldn't help him, that he had failed him. It settled on Vitaly's shoulders like a wet blanket, and he reached for his sidearm. Behind him, Alexei and Yuri both started shouting, their voices mingling and making it impossible to understand over the engine what was being said.<br><br>What he might have done next would never be known. A sudden explosion cut through the voices all talking over each other, and before anyone could do more then look up, another explosion caught the truck right against the side. It rocked, hard, throwing the Russian soldiers against the far side of the vehicle, Yuri screaming as he disappeared out the open window he had been sitting next to. The power flickered with the hit, the electronic cuffs suddenly losing their hold on the locks behind them, though they remained closed around their wrists. They couldn't take advantage of it though, as the driver wrenched the wheel hard to the right, sending the vehicle careening into the jungle. With the sudden loss of the road, the vehicle slammed over rocks, stumps, bushes, whatever was in their way. Another explosion sounded nearby, chorusing the frantic shouts and screams from the vehicle passengers. The car seemed to pause, then suddenly the back end shot up into the air, and the entire vehicle began to roll, sideways, as if it had struck a hill. Debris and people went flying, and then everything went black.<br><br>When Vitaly opened his eyes, the world was still again. He was laying in the back of the truck, wedged into the seat back behind him. It was the only thing that had saved his life. He slowly stood up, noting idly (shock, disorientation) that the roof and most of the sides were gone (can't think straight.. have to focus). The POWs were gone as well which didn't seem to bother him so much. He turned, (shock, need to focus) seeing that Alexei was sprawled against the front seats, his neck clearly broken. His last move to protect Vitaly had been his last. Dimitry was nowhere to be seen, but the driver was slumped over unresponsive at the wheel. "Fuck," Vitaly whispered, rubbing at his head slowly. His fingers slid through his short hair as he took in the destruction before slowly climbing out of the Hum-Vee. The jungle was silent.. whoever had attacked them, they were either far behind or hadn't followed them on their reckless plunge. Vitaly looked around the crash site, seeing if anyone else had survived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 09:44:37</strong>
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				Tae was at complete and utter peace. Even with his eyes closed, he could hear the soothing sounds of the jungle around him, birds and other animals chirping excitedly, the not-too-distant sound of a waterfall. Come to think of it, he hadn't found such a state of nirvana since he had been shipped out to this god forsaken continent. It was Hell on Earth, but for the first time in a long time, he could rest easy. Thoughts of being back home drifted through his mind, of being in his warm bed, being with his family. There was nothing around him but good memories and nature... and also the smell of death and carnage. <br><br>Slowly, as he came back to his senses, the young Korean soldier winced as he tried to move his body, his muscular right bicep in a great deal of pain. He was lying on his stomach, thrown from the vehicle, his limb slightly popped out of place and his wrists burning with the sting of the cuffs. His clothing had also been slightly torn from being slung around like a ragdoll, but as far as he could tell, he was unscathed otherwise. The same could not be said for the mangled corpse of one of the Chinese men beside him, staring him right in the face as his vision focused. Tae quickly closed his eyes again but the image was already etched into his eyelids.<br><br>The sound of boots hitting the ground alerted Tae's senses, unsure of whether he should try to run or just feign death. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the blond Russian the others had called Vitaly, the one Tae had called the faggot. His gut turned itself inside out as the last thing he remembered before the crash was the man reaching for his gun. If he managed to find Tae alive, would he shoot him on the spot or beat him senseless first? <br><br>Hidden by flora, Tae rolled onto his side and pushed himself up to a crouch using his uninjured shoulder, trying to stand on his feet but failing due to the lack of balance caused by the cuffs. He crashed through the large plant leaves, towards Vitaly and the wrecked vehicle, smacking right into the Earth with a loud crash. "<em>Fucking Hell,</em>" he moaned aloud, looking up into the treetops overhead. "<em>If you are going to kill me, please make it quick,</em>" he called out in Russian, not bothering to look towards his former captor. He would not give him that satisfaction. "<em>My shoulder is dislodged so I am not going to try to run. Kill me quickly,</em>" he repeated pathetically, tears of desperation welling up in his brown eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archivist</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 05:23:36</strong>
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				The sudden cracking of twigs and brushed caused Vitaly to spin around, his hands raised in a defensive posture, but he relaxed when he saw it was just one of the POWs. He smirked when he saw the cuffs were still around his wrists. Goddamn German engineering. Blow up a car and the things didn't come off. His smile faded though when the man called out to him, and he knew who it was. Only one of the squints had spoken Russian to them, and there was no forgetting that voice. His head still ringing, ears buzzing from the destruction of their transport, Vitaly stalked over toward the collapsed man.<br><br>His boots crunched through the covering of the jungle floor, kicking up leaves and dirt in his passing. The steel-toed combat boots he wore were ill suited to this kind of terrain, and they tore up chunks of dirt as he walked. Vitaly kneeled down next to the Korean and roughly rolled him over. "<em>I don't know what kind of bullshit they feed you at squint-camp,</em>" he said roughly, his hands closing around his captive's muscular shoulder and prodding at the joint where bone connected to bone, "<em>But the proud Red army does not make a habit of killing its prisoners.</em>" Vitaly gave a rough twist and a shove, and with a wet pop the POW's shoulder snapped back into the joint.<br><br>Letting him scream, or moan, or hold it in, whatever the man wanted to do, Vitaly stood up. Their attackers were probably still nearby, and the only reason they hadn't been set on again was that the sharp turn the driver had taken had in fact taken them down a very steep hill. Vitaly could see over the smoldering wreckage, and see the trail they had left coming down. It was a miracle that either of them were alive, and it would take their attackers time to get to them. Still.... they didn't have forever. He ducked into the guts of the truck, rooting through the destruction for what he could. Three bottles of water were lying on the ground, along with the remnants of Yuri's medical kit. A large sheath knife, perhaps from Dimitri, lay on the floor. There was an emergency kit, standard issue for military vehicles, in a compartment in the back. It had an emergency blanket, a length of rope, emergency rations, and a flashlight in it. It also had a GPS, but in the tumble it had been smashed and didn't respond when Vitaly flicked it on.<br><br>"<em>Georgetown is the nearest civilized city,</em>" the Russian called over his shoulder. He had been listening for sounds of running, smashing leaves or branches, and was prepared to chase after the POW if necessary. He didn't think with his hands behind his back though that the asian would try anything. "<em>We can make it there in... a day, maybe two. I hope you're not going to cry the entire way there or I may be forced to kill you after all.</em>" Vitaly looked behind him, fixing his sharp blue gaze on the asian. "<em>The fuck do I call you anyway, I can't just keep calling you squint.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 19:58:06</strong>
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				"<em>The proud Red army is full of nothing but rancid bullshit,</em>" the Korean spat acidly in his native tongue, being rolled over onto his stomach in a rough manner. He had seen Vitaly going for his gun right before the vehicle was hit, so if the army didn't make a habit of killing its prisoners, the blond must not have been your average Red soldier then. That, or he had planned to use the gun for something else. Had Tae not been in such a strained position, he would have likely shared more of his harsh opinions of both his captor and the nation he belonged to. He instead remained quiet while feeling the calloused fingers prodding at the skin on his shoulder, gritting his teeth and sucking in a sharp breath in order to prepare himself for the pain that was to follow.<br><br>Despite wanting to howl out curse words and every threat he knew in Russian, Tae pressed his cheek to the ground as his shoulder was popped back into place, biting down on his jaws to keep himself quiet. Attracting more attention to their location would have possibly brought even more trouble than they were already in. Whoever had hit their vehicle was more than likely still nearby and coming to check the damage, and the Korean doubted that the Asian Bloc would have been so careless as to attack a Russian prisoner vehicle with their own soldiers inside. This meant that it was probably a group that didn't want to see neither Tae nor Vitaly walk out of the jungle alive. He spent a moment laying still, not wanting to move for fear of irritating his arm, as he listened to the Red poke his nose around in what he guessed was the Humvee they had traveled in. <br><br>Yes, he was so very lucky. He was still alive when he should have been dead, twice now. Yes, he could have easily gotten up and ran off into the jungle. Even injured he could have possibly outrun his enemy if he had to. However, his hands bound behind him, he wouldn't fair very well in the wild by himself should he be confronted by more enemies, perhaps the kind who weren't as forgiving as Vitaly. It was decided he would let his captor keep this victory for now since he had remained dignified enough not to kill him; it would have been easy to dispose of Tae without anyone knowing of it, an option which Vitaly did not take. Thus, instead of wishing for death, Tae would wait until he was free to use his hands again before turning the situation on the Russian and taking power to reclaim his pride. Vitaly would know the shame and embarrassment of going from a soldier to a prisoner; for now, however, Tae would obey until the time came to tip the scales in his favor. That meant no more using the word "<em>faggot</em>" to address his new companion nor would he be spitting in the man's face again anytime soon. "<em>My name is Tae-yeon,</em>" he spoke calmly, rolling over onto his back with a wince before sitting up slowly. The shoulder was still tender, but much better. His face was turned away from Vitaly, his eyes looking out into the surrounding jungle for any signs of movement. "<em>I should warn you that it would have been in your best interest to shoot me before, but that was your foolish mistake.</em>" He looked over his shoulder, his brown eyes clashing with the blue. "<em>We should get moving soon.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archivist</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 05:39:50</strong>
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				As Tae-yeon spoke, Vitaly worked. He strapped the knife to his waist, securing it to his belt on the right side of his body within easy reach. The water bottles and medical supplies he put into the emergency kit, making sure that they wouldn't fall out before he hoisted the kit onto his shoulder. As he started to turn away from the Hum-Vee, a glint of dull metal caught his eye. Glancing over his shoulder, seeing that Tae was still turned away from him, he quickly stopped and picked it up. It was his sidearm, pinned underneath Dimiti's corpse. Vitaly quickly put it into the emergency kit, tucking it to the side where he could quickly reach it without making it obvious, turning as he did so that Tae would only see him securing the kit. It would give him an advantage, if it came to that, and being forearmed was half the battle already in your hands. Damn Chinese philosophers always had made the best strategists.. <br><br>"<em>For someone who seems fairly intelligent, you make stupid suggestions.</em>" Vitaly stepped over the wreckage of the vehicle scattered over the forest floor, hefting the kit up onto his shoulder as he did. "<em>I just told you we're going to be together for at least two days, where I'll probably have to sleep at least once, and you're telling me I should shoot you.</em>" He stopped in front of Tae and met his gaze, showing no fear at the calm resolve that Tae was demonstrating. How little they had actually known about the prisoners, but that was the price of war. Expediency sometimes took the place of proper intelligence, and Tae could have been a ranking officer for all he knew. That didn't excuse Vitaly of his duty though, and he reminded himself of that as he stood staring at the only other survivor of their shared crash. "<em>You cooperate, we get out of this jungle alive and it will be noted. Command will probably release you to your superiors for almost no ransom.</em>"<br><br>He didn't have a chance to get any further. The sound of voices filtered through the trees, coming closer. They were coming from the top of the steep hill the car had slid down, in the direction of the road. Vitaly shot a glance up that way, but he couldn't see anything though the trees. With luck, they didn't know how many had been in the transport and would assume they were all killed. God let them assume everyone had been killed. <br><br>"<em>Come on.. I think you're right, we've been here too long already.</em>" He put his hand on Tae's shoulder, the uninjured one, keeping him in front of his captor. They had been traveling north, and slightly west along the road, so from the direction they had come Vitaly had a rough idea where they were. They could go north until a river he remembered, then cut west along it until it intersected with the road. At the bridge he could reevaluate their situation and try to decide whether to wait there, or make for Georgetown. Of course he didn't intend to tell his prisoner that. The less information Tae had, the longer he would wait to try anything and the less chance that Vitaly would have to remove the cuffs. They set off into the jungle, Vitaly keeping their pace to a sharp trot, one hand on the kit slung over his shoulder, the other on the hilt of his knife.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 21:58:50</strong>
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				Tae shook his head, nervously eying about the jungle. "<em>I am more than just fairly intelligent, hyung, and it wasn't a stupid suggestion,</em>" he spoke in his icy monotone, slowly moving his shoulder as much as he could. It was tender, but it wasn't permanently damaged. He looked down at his own clothing, his pants having been ripped at the knees where tan flesh became exposed, his boots ragged and scuffed up, his white tanktop splattered with dirt and ripped along the side. Tae truly looked the part of a prisoner, or even worse, a refugee. "<em>My hands are tied. Surely you are not that concerned about a 'squint' that you won't be able to sleep,</em>" his words were crossing the border towards being smart-mouthed, so Tae reminded himself that part of the strategy was to submit. For now. He cleared his throat and spoke again, putting a bit of a false, hopeful tone to his voice. "<em>I don't plan on causing trouble for the simple fact that I want to get back to my family as soon as possible. I was ready to die, now I am ready to live, so I...</em>" he looked down at the ground as he spoke, not wanting to look back into Vitaly's eyes.<br><br>The Korean heard the same sounds that the Russian had; just as he had suspected, whoever had attacked the car was trailing them and it wouldn't be long before they were found. He clumsily rose to his feet and stared in the same direction as Vitaly, surveying the destruction that he hadn't cared to look at before. His gut turned flips at what he saw, the vehicle they had been traveling in looking mangled and torn apart. Why or how either of them had lived, he didn't know nor did he question.<br><br>"<em>They are going to know there was at least one survivor from the wreck, you do realize,</em>" Tae spoke over his shoulder, keeping up the pace that Vitaly had them moving at through the jungle. His feet crunched over various flora and debris on the jungle floor, his nostrils filling with the smell of the wildlife instead of burning flesh. It was much more comforting despite the circumstances. "<em>Your boots let heavy marks all over the ground, I would not be surprised if they were directly following us right now,</em>" he said with a cocky smirk, though Vitaly could not see it. Tae was already calling the other's mistake, it would not be too hard to flip the tables on him, after all. "<em>Might I suggest you go in a different direction for a moment to throw them off? If you want to live as much as I do, that is.</em>" The smirk faded from his lips.<br><br>He went back to twisting his hands in the cuffs, the muscles under his tanned skinned burning as he tried to find a more comfortable way to hold his shoulder. Tae-yeon doubted it would so easy to convince the Russian to uncuff him so soon into their journey, so it wasn't like he would flat out ask him. He would get them off somehow, whether it meant manipulating his captor or harming him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archivist</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 02:03:27</strong>
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				"<em>The ground was torn up everywhere, they will think it is debris from the crash. Shut up and keep moving.</em>" Vitaly gave Tae's shoulder another push, keeping him moving in the direction of the river. "<em>Besides, if I go another direction I would have to take my shoes off to not leave another path. We will have to outrun them until we can cross the river.</em>" As soon as the words left his mouth the Russian bit down hard on his lip in frustration. Between the crash and the attackers behind them, he had been distracted and let information slip that he hadn't wanted to. Mistakes like that could cost him his life, and his prisoner's as well if he wasn't careful.<br><br>His mind was going a mile a minute, trying to figure out what had happened. No government would sanction an attack on their own countrymen, and not even the Asian Bloc high command was so scattered as to allow a rogue commander to issue those orders. That left only the South Americans, those unorganized rabble that still managed to cause so much trouble for both armies. They were modern day guerrillas, striking and disappearing into the forest. It was rumored that they had been trained by the Vietnamese, but if so they had taken the tactics to a whole new level.<br><br>For twenty minutes they walked in silence, the voices behind them growing steadily more distant. Vitaly held out a small hope that they hadn't discovered the trail leading away from the crash site. His boots were still leaving marks in the dirt floor of the jungle, designed for urban combat or riding in a Hum-Vee. He hadn't planned on a forest trek, and he could feel the burn marks on his ankle and heel where the extended march was threatening blisters. There was no way Vitaly was going to show any signs of discomfort or weakness in front of his prisoner though, and so he kept his mouth shut. From the way that Tae had been twisting his shoulder the cuffs were causing him some trouble as well, and hopefully that would keep him in line.<br><br>Finally Vitaly paused and listened. He couldn't hear anything, no people shouting or noises other then the sounds of the jungle. "<em>We may have been lucky,</em>" he said quietly, staring around them. A small clearing of trees, just off the direction they had been going, was well shaded with a few scattered sunbeams piercing the tree canopy. "<em>Over here.. we break for five minutes, then we keep going. The river is another mile at least.</em>" He had already mentioned it once, there would be no harm in mentioning it again. Vitaly walked over to the clearing and sat down against a tree, watching Tae carefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juicy</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 21:07:31</strong>
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				One thing that anyone who traveled with Tae could tell you, anyone besides his enemies, was that he had quite a mouth on him. He loved to talk, to comment on everything, to take in every detail and every sight. Even in the middle of the war, he would converse to his brothers about the beauty of the jungle they were about to tear up or the aroma of the flowers that were to be torched. Now, as he trotted along in silence with Vitaly behind him, he had nothing to say. His mind was too busy thinking up ways to outmaneuver his guard, analyzing each step they took, wondering if he would even see home again. The river provided a bit of an advantage for Tae-yeon, but how far away was that? He twisted his arm again in the cuffs, huffing loudly.<br><br>Slumping against the tree as Vitaly stopped, Tae threw his head back against the bark and slid down to his feet with a groan. A five minute break was nothing, especially with the lack of food in his system and the overall fatigue looming over him. Not to mention the jungle's temperature which was getting hotter and hotter by the minute, despite the shade. "<em>Lucky... you have a sick sense of luck, hyung,</em>" Tae said, his eyes focusing on his feet sprawl out in front of him. "<em>We would have been more lucky to die in the crash.</em>"<br><br>Looking over to Vitaly, he found the man already watching him which caused him to smirk. "<em>Are you really afraid I am going to try to run?</em>" he asked, turning his head to the side and smiling. "<em>I am flattered you think so highly of my skills that I will be able to escape you with not only my hands tied, but an injured shoulder and nothing to eat or drink.</em>" Tae paused for a minute, twisting his arm and feeling the joint in his shoulder pop once again, giving a groan of satisfaction. "<em>I would like something to drink, hyung. I am sure your higher ups wouldn't like it very much if you didn't treat your prisoner as you should.</em>" He leaned back against the tree, his chin pushed up in the air as a sign of arrogance, his eyes still peering at Vitaly. "<em>Perhaps I could convince you to let my arms rest as well.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tie My Hands 【Juicy × Archivist】</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archivist</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 05:17:42</strong>
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				Vitaly tried not to frown as Tae spoke again in Korean. He had already proven that he knew Russian, Korean, and English whereas Vitaly only knew Russian, English, and a smattering of Japanese. That put him at a disadvantage if they met any troops, and at the very least made Vitaly uncomfortable. There was no telling what the squint was saying.<br><br>"<em>I'm not stupid Tae,</em>" Vitaly said quietly. "<em>I cut you some slack, then a little more. Maybe even believe that you're no threat to me at all and turn my back. That's when you take your chance and attack. Maybe I kill you, but at least you've tried. The first obligation of any prisoner is to escape.</em>" He smirked and shook his head. "<em>But nice try.</em>"<br><br>He couldn't help it though, the asian had a good point. The heat and humidity would sap them both of their strength, and a dead prisoner wasn't any good to him. Vitaly reached into his bag and pulled out one of the bottles of water. He stood up and walked over to Tae, making sure his hand was on the hilt of his knife. Kneeling down next to his prisoner, Vitaly reached behind him and pressed the five number combination that unsealed the left cuff. He left the right one secured, so that the cuffs would be where he left them and not.. 'lost'.<br><br>"<em>You have five minutes,</em>" he told his prisoner coldly, looking him straight in the eye. Where Tae was arrogant and self-assured, Vitaly was confident and driven. He may not have been the best soldier in the Russian army, but he was good enough to handle one asian prisoner. "<em>Drink that, survival protocol is to drink all your water without trying to save it. The heat will kill both of us otherwise.</em>" Vitaly stood up and backed slowly away from Tae, giving him his space at the same time that he removed himself from arms length.
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