Practice Time ayo
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Jaime halted. If he went out there he was sure to die. He didn't know where the nearest anything was. He was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and he had no food or water. He would die from either the cold, dehydration, or exhaustion.
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The bodyguards pushed through the door, their guns lifted and aimed at Jaime.
"You don't even know where you are, do you?" one of the bodyguards said. Her dark hair glinted in the feeble sunlight, her gaze steely. "I'd give you a few days at most. If you run, we'll shoot you." -
Jaime got out of his on-guard stance, standing straight up. "I suppose I don't have a choice in this matter, do I," he said more than asked.
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"No, you don't," the bodyguard replied bluntly. "Unless you want to limp to your death with a bullet in your leg, I'd advise you to walk back through that door."
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Jaime clenched his jaw. He didn't like this. But there was nothing he could do. In cold silence be did as the guard said.
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The bodyguard gestured towards Jaime with her gun. "Bring him in. Knock him out and bind him again if he doesn't cooperate." The other bodyguard, who seemed much kinder, muttered a sorry under their breath as they took hold of Jaime's arm to bring him back.
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Jaime was in thought. He may not be able to run away yet. Once he got enough information and resources, he would. And in the meantime, he would make his stay here a troublesome one.
He would have to be careful, though. It wouldn't be good if Question lost patience with him and killed him because of his mischief. -
"You could have died," the bodyguard who was leading Jaime whispered. "Do you realize that? The last one who tried to run-"
"That's enough," the other one bit out. "Never tell him more information than is absolutely necessary. If not for your sake, then for his." -
"Why are you guys here as guards anyway?" Jaime asked. What could possibly be their motive for serving under such a deranged man and holding other people captive?
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"You're full of questions, aren't you?" the blonde replied irritably. "Our business is none of yours. It'd be wise of you to keep out of trouble, starting with closing that trap of yours."
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Jaime refrained from pointing out that just because he had asked one question didn't mean he was full of them. So instead he just grinned. "Of course," he said to throw them off. "My apologies."
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The blonde squinted suspiciously at Jaime. "What are you playing at?"
"God, Trisha. He apologized, let it go," the other bodyguard replied.
"That's not my name anymore and you know it." -
Jaime had to try really hard not to give her a curious look. She felt like she wouldn't like that. Besides, the less people realized he was actually listening, the more information he could gather.
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The other bodyguard grumbled under their breath, pulling Jaime through the door. The people inside were pale, a few bleeding.
The blonde bodyguard took one look at the room and swiveled on her feet, turning on Jaime. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, jabbing him in the chest with an accusatory finger for emphasis. "Do you see this? This is your fault."
"That's enough," the other bodyguard said, separating the two.
"No, it's not! He needs to understand that his actions have consequences," she hissed, glaring at Jaime. "Are you satisfied with yourself? Someone could have died." -
"I didn't –" Jaime started, but then he stopped himself. Yes, he has wanted to escape. But he had recognized the possibility of someone getting hurt and yet he had still gone through with it just so that he wouldn't go down, just to prove himself to the guards and maybe to himself as well. "I didn't want for that to happen," he said. He looked away from the blonde guard, looking with sorrow at the people who were bleeding. "I'm sorry," he said not to the guards, but to the other people in the room.
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