Post by Armani on Oct 18, 2011 17:04:50 GMT -5
Large hands that belonged to the ninja brutes gripped themselves even tighter around Flynn's own biceps that, visually, paled in comparison to theirs. As they whisked him away, more deftly than their bulky state should have allowed them to, the Marine was once again pulled away from "Mr. Director" with an interesting smile of his own. It was a grin that seemed to be torn between two separate thoughts behind it. On one end of the spectrum, the cunning wariness that Flynn was slowly deriving from this man was engaging to him. Between the Director and himself, there seemed to be a small battle of wills; a battle that, as of right now, Flynn would lose (though whether it was on purpose or not was up to suspect). He understood that, for the time being, this man would win any battle, be it willful, mental or physical, while he was training here. He held all the cards. Flynn was on a leash, with the reigns held by this Director in the suit and it was understood now that the moment this man didn't want to deal with Flynn, that leash would start to choke the life out of him. He had a veritable army as well as an island at his command to deal with people he didn't want. So he would have to make sure he was always progressing. A battle of will and cunning thrilled the Lizard-Man, yet it would be the cunning aspect of it all that would keep him submissive for the time being. Though Flynn's submissive attitude wasn't quite what others thought it would or should be.
The other half of his grin was one of true excitement and anticipation. He understood the words that had been spoken to him were laced with honey in order to attract and capture him. He understood that all too well. Yet, at the same time, the man was playing Flynn very well. He couldn't help but smile as he gorged on the thoughts of being apart of the "pantheons of the greats of history". So even with his reticence to give the man what he wanted, just like when the ninja would take his arms, he'd inevitably become swept away in his imagination.
But before Flynn could travel too far into the land of imagination, he found himself standing nude amidst a see of black figures and hospital bed. Without even recognizing it, the handsome and charming Marine had been stripped of his ragged clothing and was now standing bare for all to witness. Not that he looked bad, but even the well shaped and toned body of a man like himself wasn't exempt from the initial posture of embarrassment and protection from nakedness as he crossed his hands in front of himself.
"DAMMIT!" Shock at his sudden condition had caught him off guard, and though he had been at spas and in locker rooms before, he still wasn't prepared mentally for this. "LET A GUY TAKE CARE OF HIS OWN CLOTHES! There's an art to this, 'kay." With that, it seemed all eyes were on him. Patients, doctors and ninja alike all seemed interested in him now. Unfortunately, the sudden flare-up was meant as more of a reprimand and now, Flynn didn't know what to do with all the attention.
But only for a split second…
Now that he was the center of everything, Flynn Reptiel found himself in a much more comfortable place here on the island than he had ever been. Suddenly, his outrage transformed into a pleased and confident smirk.
"What? You didn't know?" His voice suddenly spoke much softer and with sympathy. Like he was sad that they had never understood the art of removing clothes, he gave a playful look to the room. "Well then, its time to teach." Reaching for his tattered attire he'd…
His eyes suddenly opened to find himself flying through the air.
Picked up every so quickly and effortlessly that he hadn't even noticed, the handsome Flynn found himself hurled into a bed cart, propped up against the far side wall by an female ninja who had been failed to be amused by his display. Hitting the tough leather cushion of a hospital bed trolley that it fell with him, a dazed marine found himself lying on top of it, sprawled face down with each limb hanging off of its side. The crash had alerted the rest of the staff and others who had been intrigued to get back to work and with that, Flynn's little moment had ended.
Outrageous profanities started spewing out. Muffled by the leather at first, until he pushed himself up, Flynn's enraged body pulled himself around until he could see who had interrupted him. His eyes turned yellow as a threat to whoever had done this, forewarning them that he was about to change into his hybrid form and kick their ass! That is, until he noticed the bulking form of one of the female nins blocking his view from everything else. Like there was a switch for it, he instantly putt his temper on pause, and Flynn, out of sheer fear of the females of this island, kept his terrified eyes up, though he refused to look at this thing straight in its eyes. Somehow he managed to force himself to keep his mouth shut while she stood over him, ominously cracking her gorilla-like knuckles. A sudden, bestial roar erupted from her as she raised her hand up to bring it down on the puny little man in front of her.
Poised and ready to strike, the beast-woman was suddenly rapped on the head with a gnarled, wooden stick from behind. Amazingly, she transformed back into the standard female nin and as curiosity took over for fear on Flynn's face, she let one last guttural growl out to the naked man before moving away.
As she moved to the side, it revealed the small shape of an elderly man. behind her. Holding that same old, gnarled staff, taller than he was, the elder was definitely an odd, but welcomed sight to see.
"Ha! You're a welco-" With the intention of thanking the old geezer in his own, special "Flynn" way, the Marine instead was quickly grabbed a hold by several nin-like nurses. Stronger than he could have even anticipated, the struggle that he managed to put up against them was a little bit more than useless and before he knew it, the sounds of leather clamps being strapped down onto his wrists, arms, neck, chest, waist, legs and ankles secured him in place on the trolley. "-wha! WHAT THE HELL?!?! WHAT'RE YOU DOING!?!? DAMMIT! LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
The reason for him being restrained in such a fashion escaped him, and unfortunately for his current condition, the more he fought to get out, the tighter the straps seemed to hold him in. In seconds however, Flynn could barely move anymore. A heavy sense of exhaustion and weakness seemed to flood in and take over.
How? How could he be so overwhelmingly tired now? He still had some fight in him! Didn't he?
As a head that struggled to just stay lifted meekly put out one more "What the hell?" The old man spoke up.
"You must be restrained for the treatment."
"Wha- …why?"[/i]
"You are also not permitted to use you abilities during the treatment."
"Abilities...?"
Did this geezer mean his Devil Fruit powers? Oh yeah! He could change his size and shrink out of these things! But despite concentrating as hard as he could on shifting into his full chameleon form, Flynn Reptiel couldn't.
"You are being held by Kairoseki infused leather."
"Goddammit… Seastone?"[/i]
How was his regeneration supposed to help him rest and heal from the injuries of today and yesterday if it was on lockdown thanks to that damn metal? What was he trying to pull?
"Administer the salve"
"What salve?"
He was beginning to feel less and less like he was in a training camp hospital now and more so like he was in a torture room, waiting for punishment.
"Listen." His voice mildly suggested. Had the Seastone not made him feel so weak, he definitely would have protested louder and longer, but as was the situation, he just couldn't. "Listen, you don't have to administer any sa-aaaaARRRRRRR[/size]RRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!![/color]
The salve was a brown gelatinous looking paste in a bowl. As plain looking as could be, it didn't look like it could harm a man in any way, shape or form. Despite its mediocrity in appearances however, Flynn suspected that it might do something, due to the extreme strap down he had received.
Unfortunately, he was right. The instant the nurse began to apply it to a decent sized cut on his lower abdomen that had not quite healed completely from earlier, a searing pain shot through the entire nervous system of the Marine, sending fiery signals to his brain that something was attacking his body and wracked him with the most intense feelings of physical agony he had ever received. At least at the moment, he couldn't remember if he had taken anything worse before. The hospital tent was suddenly infused with the sound of Flynn's suffering. Like the wound was being burnt from the inside out, his pain would soon become the other patients fear.
Heavy breathing and a string of coarse and profane vocabulary found its way out of Flynn once again as he tried to cope without making too much of a scene beyond what had already been done. His voice was a vicious quiet. He strained to keep his words low out of fear that if he talked too loud he'd just end up yelling again. His muscles were tensed and bulging; not like these female nin would bulge, but the stressed form of Flynn's figure definitely showed nonetheless. From just one cut, he could feel himself sweating from his body trying to overcompensate for the pain it received.
"What the hell is wrong with you people!" He hissed, testing he strength of his restraints in the direction of the old geezer. "I can fix myself! I don't need. Your. Damn! SALVE!"[/color]
"Apply the salve to the leg."
The emotionally detached voice of the ninja shaman pointed to the wound he had received from the rhinoceros earlier in the day. As he did, Flynn found himself shaking his head, ferociously indicating that he didn't want it to happen. If that was the pain that he had received for just a single, two inch cut, what was going to happen when he took that stuff to a leg that had been sliced open by a diamond horn?
"NO! Goddammit, no! No. No. No! NO! NO! NO! N-OOOAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!![/color]
He didn't even bother holding back the tears. Lukewarm droplets of salty water poured from practically bulging eyes as his screams reached out from beyond the tent flaps and into the island atmosphere. What was happening to his body? He felt like he just wanted his leg to be removed and cut the pain off at the source as it coursed throughout his entire being.
Another cut on his shoulder would be "treated". And then a laceration on his head would receive it. His chest. His neck. In the end, there wasn't even a paper cut or a knee scrape that wouldn't receive this hellish gel. Flynn would fight his leather cuffs till they rubbed his skin raw. He'd do his best to hold back the cries out, breathing fast and hard until he couldn't hold it back anymore. The tears were just as unstoppable as the nin nurses were. This unforgiving medicine (if it could be called that) drove him to the very edge.
Fortunately, for the rest of the camp, Flynn's shouts, yells and cries would soon be cut as the pain forced his body to protect itself in the only means it had left. Falling unconscious, his attempt to escape only served the outside world, as the pain invaded his mind and body, even whilst asleep. There would be no relief for him as they applied one after the other, taking care to cover all, even the smallest of cuts, in the Cockroot Salve.
The other half of his grin was one of true excitement and anticipation. He understood the words that had been spoken to him were laced with honey in order to attract and capture him. He understood that all too well. Yet, at the same time, the man was playing Flynn very well. He couldn't help but smile as he gorged on the thoughts of being apart of the "pantheons of the greats of history". So even with his reticence to give the man what he wanted, just like when the ninja would take his arms, he'd inevitably become swept away in his imagination.
But before Flynn could travel too far into the land of imagination, he found himself standing nude amidst a see of black figures and hospital bed. Without even recognizing it, the handsome and charming Marine had been stripped of his ragged clothing and was now standing bare for all to witness. Not that he looked bad, but even the well shaped and toned body of a man like himself wasn't exempt from the initial posture of embarrassment and protection from nakedness as he crossed his hands in front of himself.
"DAMMIT!" Shock at his sudden condition had caught him off guard, and though he had been at spas and in locker rooms before, he still wasn't prepared mentally for this. "LET A GUY TAKE CARE OF HIS OWN CLOTHES! There's an art to this, 'kay." With that, it seemed all eyes were on him. Patients, doctors and ninja alike all seemed interested in him now. Unfortunately, the sudden flare-up was meant as more of a reprimand and now, Flynn didn't know what to do with all the attention.
But only for a split second…
Now that he was the center of everything, Flynn Reptiel found himself in a much more comfortable place here on the island than he had ever been. Suddenly, his outrage transformed into a pleased and confident smirk.
"What? You didn't know?" His voice suddenly spoke much softer and with sympathy. Like he was sad that they had never understood the art of removing clothes, he gave a playful look to the room. "Well then, its time to teach." Reaching for his tattered attire he'd…
His eyes suddenly opened to find himself flying through the air.
Picked up every so quickly and effortlessly that he hadn't even noticed, the handsome Flynn found himself hurled into a bed cart, propped up against the far side wall by an female ninja who had been failed to be amused by his display. Hitting the tough leather cushion of a hospital bed trolley that it fell with him, a dazed marine found himself lying on top of it, sprawled face down with each limb hanging off of its side. The crash had alerted the rest of the staff and others who had been intrigued to get back to work and with that, Flynn's little moment had ended.
Outrageous profanities started spewing out. Muffled by the leather at first, until he pushed himself up, Flynn's enraged body pulled himself around until he could see who had interrupted him. His eyes turned yellow as a threat to whoever had done this, forewarning them that he was about to change into his hybrid form and kick their ass! That is, until he noticed the bulking form of one of the female nins blocking his view from everything else. Like there was a switch for it, he instantly putt his temper on pause, and Flynn, out of sheer fear of the females of this island, kept his terrified eyes up, though he refused to look at this thing straight in its eyes. Somehow he managed to force himself to keep his mouth shut while she stood over him, ominously cracking her gorilla-like knuckles. A sudden, bestial roar erupted from her as she raised her hand up to bring it down on the puny little man in front of her.
Poised and ready to strike, the beast-woman was suddenly rapped on the head with a gnarled, wooden stick from behind. Amazingly, she transformed back into the standard female nin and as curiosity took over for fear on Flynn's face, she let one last guttural growl out to the naked man before moving away.
I hope I don't want to ruin any intentions you have for this shamanistic character by describing him incorrectly, so I'll do little to describe him.
As she moved to the side, it revealed the small shape of an elderly man. behind her. Holding that same old, gnarled staff, taller than he was, the elder was definitely an odd, but welcomed sight to see.
"Ha! You're a welco-" With the intention of thanking the old geezer in his own, special "Flynn" way, the Marine instead was quickly grabbed a hold by several nin-like nurses. Stronger than he could have even anticipated, the struggle that he managed to put up against them was a little bit more than useless and before he knew it, the sounds of leather clamps being strapped down onto his wrists, arms, neck, chest, waist, legs and ankles secured him in place on the trolley. "-wha! WHAT THE HELL?!?! WHAT'RE YOU DOING!?!? DAMMIT! LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
The reason for him being restrained in such a fashion escaped him, and unfortunately for his current condition, the more he fought to get out, the tighter the straps seemed to hold him in. In seconds however, Flynn could barely move anymore. A heavy sense of exhaustion and weakness seemed to flood in and take over.
How? How could he be so overwhelmingly tired now? He still had some fight in him! Didn't he?
As a head that struggled to just stay lifted meekly put out one more "What the hell?" The old man spoke up.
"You must be restrained for the treatment."
"Wha- …why?"[/i]
"You are also not permitted to use you abilities during the treatment."
"Abilities...?"
Did this geezer mean his Devil Fruit powers? Oh yeah! He could change his size and shrink out of these things! But despite concentrating as hard as he could on shifting into his full chameleon form, Flynn Reptiel couldn't.
"You are being held by Kairoseki infused leather."
"Goddammit… Seastone?"[/i]
How was his regeneration supposed to help him rest and heal from the injuries of today and yesterday if it was on lockdown thanks to that damn metal? What was he trying to pull?
"Administer the salve"
"What salve?"
He was beginning to feel less and less like he was in a training camp hospital now and more so like he was in a torture room, waiting for punishment.
"Listen." His voice mildly suggested. Had the Seastone not made him feel so weak, he definitely would have protested louder and longer, but as was the situation, he just couldn't. "Listen, you don't have to administer any sa-aaaaARRRRRRR[/size]RRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!![/color]
The salve was a brown gelatinous looking paste in a bowl. As plain looking as could be, it didn't look like it could harm a man in any way, shape or form. Despite its mediocrity in appearances however, Flynn suspected that it might do something, due to the extreme strap down he had received.
Unfortunately, he was right. The instant the nurse began to apply it to a decent sized cut on his lower abdomen that had not quite healed completely from earlier, a searing pain shot through the entire nervous system of the Marine, sending fiery signals to his brain that something was attacking his body and wracked him with the most intense feelings of physical agony he had ever received. At least at the moment, he couldn't remember if he had taken anything worse before. The hospital tent was suddenly infused with the sound of Flynn's suffering. Like the wound was being burnt from the inside out, his pain would soon become the other patients fear.
Heavy breathing and a string of coarse and profane vocabulary found its way out of Flynn once again as he tried to cope without making too much of a scene beyond what had already been done. His voice was a vicious quiet. He strained to keep his words low out of fear that if he talked too loud he'd just end up yelling again. His muscles were tensed and bulging; not like these female nin would bulge, but the stressed form of Flynn's figure definitely showed nonetheless. From just one cut, he could feel himself sweating from his body trying to overcompensate for the pain it received.
"What the hell is wrong with you people!" He hissed, testing he strength of his restraints in the direction of the old geezer. "I can fix myself! I don't need. Your. Damn! SALVE!"[/color]
"Apply the salve to the leg."
The emotionally detached voice of the ninja shaman pointed to the wound he had received from the rhinoceros earlier in the day. As he did, Flynn found himself shaking his head, ferociously indicating that he didn't want it to happen. If that was the pain that he had received for just a single, two inch cut, what was going to happen when he took that stuff to a leg that had been sliced open by a diamond horn?
"NO! Goddammit, no! No. No. No! NO! NO! NO! N-OOOAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!![/color]
He didn't even bother holding back the tears. Lukewarm droplets of salty water poured from practically bulging eyes as his screams reached out from beyond the tent flaps and into the island atmosphere. What was happening to his body? He felt like he just wanted his leg to be removed and cut the pain off at the source as it coursed throughout his entire being.
Another cut on his shoulder would be "treated". And then a laceration on his head would receive it. His chest. His neck. In the end, there wasn't even a paper cut or a knee scrape that wouldn't receive this hellish gel. Flynn would fight his leather cuffs till they rubbed his skin raw. He'd do his best to hold back the cries out, breathing fast and hard until he couldn't hold it back anymore. The tears were just as unstoppable as the nin nurses were. This unforgiving medicine (if it could be called that) drove him to the very edge.
Fortunately, for the rest of the camp, Flynn's shouts, yells and cries would soon be cut as the pain forced his body to protect itself in the only means it had left. Falling unconscious, his attempt to escape only served the outside world, as the pain invaded his mind and body, even whilst asleep. There would be no relief for him as they applied one after the other, taking care to cover all, even the smallest of cuts, in the Cockroot Salve.