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May 14, 2019 22:15:48 GMT -5
Post by Scooter on May 14, 2019 22:15:48 GMT -5
"Oh come on! How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not a Renegade! I'm just a simple human!" He was being dragged out of the Black market. "Plain, human who was just minding his own business and these strange dressed apes found me."
He wasn't pleased that he was sold to some orange ape with a high power. He was going to torture him and he didn't know anything. His nape was sore from the poles they used. He didn't know what else to do except blurt out what he was. "I don't even know what a Renegade is." He grew frustrated because the old ape wanted him to be quiet...and forced into a muzzle? What was a muzzle? It didn't sound good.
"I do- have a family! You have to believe me!"
zaius
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May 16, 2019 19:40:23 GMT -5
Post by zaius on May 16, 2019 19:40:23 GMT -5
As heartless as Zaius was to humans, especially to the despising Renegades, he did not listen to the pleads from the false imposter. Zaius had one of his main escorts grapple him, drawing his face close. He roughly grasps his chin, jerking it to him. "I advise you not to lie, nor bring your family in this." He impishly grins, darkly entertains. "Or we'll go out and use them against you. Don't say we won't know, w have our way to crack your kind open if it's your own family." He harshly backhands him. "Do not speak when I talk," he snarls. He sways his hand in the air. "We're going to walk home," he taunted.
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May 16, 2019 20:01:53 GMT -5
Post by Scooter on May 16, 2019 20:01:53 GMT -5
Well, Alan could do that...he'd become less likely to talk about his family to any one of them. He was afraid for his wife and young daughter who wasn't even eating on her own. He missed his family. He wasn't really interested in what they were about to do with him.. In fact, he was a lot more timid, especially when he was back handed harshly...so be it. He wouldn't talk to any of them. He rubbed his cheek and flexed his jaw.
He didn't make any comments about having to walk. He was fit to walk as he was in good shape. He had never been slapped or back handed in the face. He was already learning so much more about these weird apes. To be honest, he has never known about these apes so his knowledge? Was very slim. Nor did he know anything about the renegades.
He was just a simple plain human. The name Caesar was a complete utter mystery to him. So, if he asked, they'd not believe him anyway. He was no renegade and was not looking forward to heading with this ape who would probably start torturing him the moment he could. His questions, died on his lips. No questions, he'd not ask because they wouldn't believe in him.
Again he was thinking about his family. Would they run? He hoped so. They would have to find some village to just survive.
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May 17, 2019 21:39:37 GMT -5
Post by zaius on May 17, 2019 21:39:37 GMT -5
Despite walking, slowly home. Zaius would taunt and torture on the way. Creeping negative ideas, even threats drilled into his head. He smacked the back of his head. "Yes, retrieve your scent, then track down your family. Because if you don't, I'll surely use them against you to forcefully speak," he threatens. As he continues, he grasps his neck as he crossed over to the other side. Of course, there was stares and perplexed sights. But, most knew what Zaius was already like with humans. They went on their ways. He tosses him to the grand. "It's not that far from here."
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May 17, 2019 21:54:01 GMT -5
Post by Scooter on May 17, 2019 21:54:01 GMT -5
Alan didn't know what to do except that his head wasn't feeling all too good with being smacked nor did he feel any good as the torture continued as if he couldn't feel the pain, but he did. He looked for help from the others that were staring, but then carrying on their way.
Then he couldn't breathe as he was dragged across to the other side. He really wanted at this moment, to be somewhere else, with his wife and child. Safe...and then he was tossed to the ground. He only knew that more torture waited for him when he reached his house. He dreaded it...He dreaded going anywhere with this ape.
He knew he was no renegade! But still he refused to speak. His body was aching from the torture and his head was bordering on a powerful headache. He had never been smacked across the head. It even made him dizzy...Maybe he should just lie here and wait? Wait for what? He didn't know.
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May 18, 2019 0:18:21 GMT -5
Post by Aaron on May 18, 2019 0:18:21 GMT -5
Aaron saw Zaius beating a human and couldn't figure out why he would. He didn't beat him but why another human? Aaron walked over to him and asked, "Why are you beating up a human?" Now he was curious. "Isn't that wrong?" He further asked, not caring if he got into trouble about asking.
He didn't know why Zaius would be so violent or any of his body guards would do such a thing- unless it was the norm and he learned that Zaius would probably beat him too if given a chance and had gotten into a lot of trouble. "I hope I don't get a beating."
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May 18, 2019 1:12:57 GMT -5
Post by zaius on May 18, 2019 1:12:57 GMT -5
Zauis plucked him off the ground by his nape, then hears a familiar tone. He turns around with Scooter in a tight grasps, but not too compressed to choke. He sighs. Why did the ape-raised human have to be here? He didn't want to release intimidation to Aaron from viewing his own being 'tortured'. Too bad he wasn't back at home. Or maybe he should. He walks off, heading to his manor. He fingers Aaron to follow. "No beating for you, you don't get those. I will explain, just come in," he insists.
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May 18, 2019 1:21:04 GMT -5
Post by Aaron on May 18, 2019 1:21:04 GMT -5
So Aaron followed him to the manor. He still didn't know for the life of him why Zaius would beat another human. He hoped he didn't come around at a bad time. He considered that the human might have been a slave or a pet and had tried to escape. That was his assumption.
"Oh! I also bought some of my things over. Is that alright with you?"
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May 18, 2019 18:26:54 GMT -5
Post by Scooter on May 18, 2019 18:26:54 GMT -5
Alan couldn't believe what he saw and heard! What was a human that was free doing here? He clearly looked human, but why would Zaius, if that was his name, would heartlessly beat him. His throat was not really feeling good but he could breathe. He didn't try talking or pleading with Aaron. It would probably prove useless.
Alan was sore all over. He wanted nothing more than to lick his own wounds or just not do anything. The closer they got to the manor, the more Alan felt like his world was going to end in the worst possible way. He knew he was not a renegade.
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May 19, 2019 12:46:51 GMT -5
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Post by zaius on May 19, 2019 12:46:51 GMT -5
Zaius walks through a offered door, still dragging Scooter in his left palm. After Aaron had entered, the door was casually closed. He walks over, placing Scooter onto the couch. "Don't get ideas," he grumbles. His finger shot close to his face. "I order you to stay." He glances over to Scooter. "He's a Renegade, reason why I'm rough handling him," he explains, directing his finger upward. "You may place your stuff in your room."
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May 19, 2019 12:53:54 GMT -5
Post by Scooter on May 19, 2019 12:53:54 GMT -5
He couldn't move anyway, not with Zaius being in the proximity of him. The couch eased a little pain, but it was so uncomfortable. He was not a renegade! Don't tell him that flat out lie. He hoped that someone would at least note his clothes! His clothes were fashioned well. He shook his head, trying to clear his head. It was just too hard to grasp.
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May 19, 2019 13:00:02 GMT -5
Post by Aaron on May 19, 2019 13:00:02 GMT -5
"Oh! A renegade! I never seen one in person..." Aaron looks curiously to his clothes and his clean kept look. "Um..Are you sure he is a renegade? I mean- he's so scrawny and looks like he couldn't hurt a fly." Then he chuckled. "Well, maybe the books I read are wrong?" His voice carried all the way up to the stairs, to his room. The only time he was actually talkative is when a favorite subject came up and he talked about it until that person was tired of him.
Then he came downstairs and looked at the renegade. "Why is he so -sad? Wouldn't a renegade show more-- of a fight?"
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May 20, 2019 1:17:38 GMT -5
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Post by zaius on May 20, 2019 1:17:38 GMT -5
Scooter was intently lucky that Aaron came over to be curious, or there would of been he'll for the falsely claimed Renegade. Though, Zaius wouldn't care, just more friendly towards Aaron. He glimpses over to Aaron, lifting a brow. Did he seriously question Zaius on recognising a Renegade? As he went up, Zaius hollered out, "they all are different, but majority are in a specific clothing. " He grins, looking back down. "I intend to find out more."
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May 20, 2019 1:31:36 GMT -5
Post by Scooter on May 20, 2019 1:31:36 GMT -5
Alan shifted uncomfortably under the gazes. He was as uncomfortable and aware that he was going to go through hell. He didn't even know who the Overlords were. He wasn't even aware of Zaius' status or why he lived in a house that was old as time. Everything seemed clean and well taken care of.
Then he glanced up at Aaron. If he didn't know any better, Aaron was a curious young man, questioning everything. It seemed that this young man was on a quest for knowledge. He flinched.
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May 20, 2019 1:39:32 GMT -5
Post by Aaron on May 20, 2019 1:39:32 GMT -5
Aaron heard what Zaius said about them wearing different clothing. He walked downstairs and went to where Zaius was. He had a look on his face. "I didn't mean to, uh, question...I was just curious. They don't teach you how a renegade can dress and all. They just told us that the Renegades are weak and haven't come into the 'fold' and see that all humans are better off under the ape's roof." He spoke.
He glanced at the false renegade. "Are- you going to be violent and hit him?" He never knew what happened in those interrogations. He was usually more into studies and going by the book. "I guess it'd be ok to find out more information on him." He was bantering, but yet, the only way to know is to ask questions.
"I hope I don't ever get the receiving end of a punch or a smack."
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