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The Interrogation Meme

Your crimes were unspeakable, your lies were outnumbered, but finally you've been caught.
They bring you in, sit you down, and chain you up. No matter what power you have, no matter
how strong you are, you're not going anywhere so get comfy.
It's going to be a long night.

Rules
1. Post with your character, canon, and any prefs - You're the captive
2. Tag around to other characters. You're the interrogator.
3. Roll. Or, you know, don't.
3. Horribles.

RNG OPTIONS
1. Truth serum
You know this person isn't going to speak easy but you've got a surprise for them. This serum aught to loosen their lips a little.

2. Torture
The old fashion way might work best for this particular fellow. How about those nail screws?

3. Bargain
You've got something they really want, or really need. If they fess up, if they tell the truth of the matter, they'll get it.

4. Black mail
So, remember that night about ten years ago...? You know something they don't want the rest of the world to know and you're going to use it.

5. Seduction
Just because they're in chains on a chair doesn't mean you two can't have a little fun, right? Might be even more fun, come to think about it.

6. Leverage
Whether it's love, drugs, or something else -- it's hanging above your head. You're craving, aren't you? Or maybe that someone special is in danger if you don't spill.

7. WILDCARD
BECAUSE GIRAFFE.

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[he will try to bribe anyone and everyone]

[all those movies where the protagonists walk it off after getting pistol whipped in the face? total bull. as Kenny has discovered, getting smacked in the mouth with a gun isn't something you can just turn the other cheek to. he actually wouldn't be surprised if a few of the bones in his cheek were broken. that area of his face is completely numb, a dull, sharp throb ebbing in and out, pulsating like a heartbeat as he's dragged by his cape down the corridor to what he assumes are the holding cells. his mouth is in no better shape, but the one thing he can confirm - the one upside to all of this - is that at least his jaw isn't broken; he's perfectly able to open his mouth to spit out a particularly big glob of blood right as his captor stops to open one of the doors before shoving - actually, throwing - the boy inside.

there's a split second where he thinks he sees a figure standing in the corner of the cell, an adult, but then his head connects with the floor and there's nothing but pain.

looks like he isn't the only one due to get drilled for information.]

[There is, indeed, an adult in the room, cozy in his corner and what parts of his suit they left him with. Slacks, his long-sleeved button-up shirt, and nothing else. There's no strip of cloth hanging loosely under his collar, his tie having been ripped in the "search for information" or whatever the hell they'd say to sweeten up their tactics. None of his bones are broken, considering Justin Hammer had sung like a bird (when appropriate, of course, and only about certain things) so far. But what the hell a little kid had to do with anything was beyond him.

He didn't move with the door opened, just remained against that corner with an arm crossed and his hand at his mouth, fingers running along his gums—oh, he'd been abused. Not to the extremity he could have been, but there had been blood in his mouth and he was in the process of making sure it had all gotten out. The last thing he wanted to do was poison himself with swallowing blood, and the opposing corner already had a splatter of what he'd spit out before. His ribs ached, there was a fresh bruise on one eye (hidden behind his glasses, of course), and a little cut near his hairline that had already stopped bleeding, but overall? He was fine. Would be fine. And he stayed there and fine until the door had been shut and he couldn't hear footsteps anymore. They were watching. They always watched. There was a camera in the just above Justin's head and in the one opposing him. They must have had blind spots, but it wasn't worth it to hide in one just to piss them off.

He had no idea why they threw a little kid in with him. Was it a test? Were they trying to see what sort of man he was, how he'd deal with it? Was the kid actually an assassin in disguise? It could have been ten thousand things, but that didn't stop Justin from crossing to him and getting down on one knee the moment he figured it safe, that the door wouldn't open again and he'd get his ass handed to him for daring to show some compassion. Or what amounted to it in his book.]

Hey, hey, you okay? Can you hear me? You didn't... [There's a thing with superheros, he knows: they wear masks. And this little guy is wearing a mask. He's a kid, sure, but if he's...Justin just leaves it on, turning him over to see what sort of injuries he's got, making sure he's not dead.] You with me? You awake?

[something sharp rubs against the inside of his cheek as his breathing slowly begins to even out. when he coughs again, a wet, shuddery sort of hacking noise, another burst of blood comes gushing out. tentatively, he reaches into his mouth with one finger and pokes at his now apparently broken tooth, his gums stinging at the contact. great, now he'll have to go to the dentist. he hates going to the dentist. seems like every doctor he's ever met has been either a) awe inspiringly stupid, or b) awe inspiringly stupid and dangerous. either way, even if he walks out of this alive on the first try it's going to be a shitty experience all around.

his vision blurs a little more before Kenny's finally able to focus on the face in front of him. the very familiar face. what can he say - you don't easily forget a face like Justin's no matter how badly out of it you happen to be at the moment. the guy could give giraffes a run for their money in the looks department.

the question was, what was he doing here?]

I'm fine.

[as Kenny McCormick, his voice has a nasally sort of quality to it. Mysterion's, on the other hand, is guttural and throaty and the fact that he's talking through a mouthful of blood doesn't diminish that at all. either way, he hopes that Justin is stupid enough not to recognize him by voice alone.]

You're the VIP prisoner those men out there were talking about. [it's stated matter-of-factly, not posed as a question. blue eyes sweep over the other, critically.] You're Justin Hammer, aren't you?

[It's not that Justin's stupid, it's that the last person he's expecting is any kind of kid. In fact, on the list of things he was expecting, this wasn't on it at all. Oh, maybe SHIELD would have gotten around to finding him sooner or later, but sending a kid to the sort of place he was in wasn't what he expected. And with that outfit, well...he couldn't imagine SHIELD would go to a level like that.]

Yeah, I'm Justin Hammer. VIP? Don't know so much about that. [Of course he does, the bastard's a billionaire. He's trying for humor, though, and the faintest of smiles crosses his face as he tucks a few stray hairs behind the kid's ear. God, what the hell was going on out there? He didn't have a kid in his life, had lied about a nephew, but he wasn't about to let him roll over and die or anything as miserable. The way he held him, however, wasn't as coddling as a parent have been, but instead a manner to keep his head off the floor and more comfortable than he would be just sitting in the corner.] Who're you?

That doesn't matter.

[he's not looking at Justin right now; rather, his eyes are staring pointedly at the ceiling behind him, at the security camera blinking in their direction. that would make things a little more tricky.

when Justin goes to fuss with Kenny's hair, the boy raises a hand to gently bat the other's hand away. his voice grows a little quieter, eyes still on that camera.]

All you need to know is that I'm here to help. So, think harder: what did those men want from you?

[he has a pretty clear idea already, but it would help to hear Justin's side of the story. Kenny overheard a few snippets where the words leverage and Stark were thrown around, so of course he's jumping to the worst possible conclusion.]

[Justin doesn't have to look up to know where Nameless Little Boy Wonder is looking, knows exactly where his eyes are at. The hand batting him away, well—he's not a parent by any stretch of the imagination, but the last thing he wants is some little kid in bloody agony on his behalf.

His job considered, it was something he knew had happened before, would again, wouldn't stop until there was no more need for men like him. Men who made a living selling the most dangerous weapons they could make, he thought they might be around forever. And while that was a disturbing thing to see up close—a kid like this one was—it wasn't about to stir up some deep-held secret insecurity about his job and what he did and mindless drivel. And even if it had, he wouldn't have made it apparent, considering...

Well, he was the adult.]

What anyone wants, I guess. Money. Guns. Money and guns, I don't know. A big black jet with a bedroom in it for all I know.

The Interrogation Meme

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BUT WHERE IS THE GIRAFFE???

FINE, HERE

you give me great joy

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