This is a one on one private rp between myself and Blissful lgnorance. So if you are not one of us, then please don't post. But you can read along if you want.

Name: Lance Carthage
Age: 23

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It was another dull day, and Lance found himself at the local bar of Oberon. A bottle of alcohol in hand and a folder of his neck job laying on the bar in front of him. While he sat next to the minnie waterfall that cascaded in through the ceiling and weaved through the floor of the building, most likely into one below. This was his favorite spot though, the sound of the water rushing by was immensely relaxing as he read things not so joyful.

Seemed that his next job was to kidnap someone and deliver them to the destination in an allotted amount of time. Lance hated these jobs, they were stressful, rather annoying and the person never cooperated. Always a struggle to get them to the person that request it. They paid the most though and he wasn't going to turn down such a price. So he signed the contract and sent a message to his contractor to make the transaction. Now to get the person and get closer to his dream....

For Lance's dream was to live in the mountains in a small house, with a dog and a horse as his companions. Away from the chaos of the world. Speaking of chaos, Lance could feel his phone vibrating against his thigh. "Yes?" he answered in a dull tone, it was just another girl looking for a late night fling. "Sorry, have work." With that Lance hung up and sighed. For such a fit and athletic person he was exhausted.

Name: Ian Mason
Age: 17

Ian sat on a bench outside his house. He knew that he wasn't supposed to be outside alone, but he needed time alone. His father was leader of their town. And he was concerned about his only son's safetly. But Ian only found it suffocating. He hated that feeling.

He sighed as he stood. He knew that he would be forced inside soon. He wasn't going to be sticking around for that to happen. He started walking in a random direction. He knew of one place he could go to be alone. He kept walking until he came to a place his father wouldnt' think to look.

He looked up at the high waterfall and smiled a bit. This was one of the most isolated places in the town. He sat down on a bench and leaned back. He closed his eyes and relaxed.

Looking over the name in the folder once more, Lance finished his beer and went to get his job done. "Ian Mason, 17... Great, a kid." he muttered snapping the folder shut and shoved it into his bag. The fact his father was the ruler of this town didn't phase him at all. Maybe the fact he could try ransoming the child for more money. That would put his life at risk though, and Lance rather liked living.

With a frustrated look he noticed someone walking that looked like Ian, and it was him. Getting to work quickly he disappeared into the shadows, following him in silence looking for an opening. He couldn't believe the one he got. It was, too easy. "Can't believe someone else comes here. May I have this seat?" Lance said in his deep voice looking own at Ian from the back of the bench speaking about the spot open next to the teen.

Ian jumped up when he heard someone speak. A strange man was standing before him. He didn't think anybody else would come out here. He had thought this was his spot. "I guess. But I should be going." he said, standing.

His father and mother both told him several times not to talk to strangers. They told him that people he didn't know couldn't be trusted. And a part of him believed them. So the best thing for him to do would be just leave and come back later. He stepped past the man and started walking.

Oh, how the boy mad such a bad choice. As Ian walked past him, Lance pulled out the rage from his pocket. He would do this the classic way. "Ouch. Wrong answer" Lance purred before wrapping his arm around Ian and put the rage over his mouth before he could scream. Then he waited for him to breath in the gases and pass out.

Lance threw the boy over his shoulder draping his jacket over his body before carrying him off. Finding his car, Lance threw Ian into the trunk were he tied the boy up. Than he got in the car and began to drive away with his prize secure and in his position. Now to make it to the destination that would take about a week.

Ian started to turn back to the man when he spoke. He froze for a moment when he felt something being held over his face. And he instantly started to struggle. But that didn't last long and he was soon unconcious.

When he came to, it was completely dark. He could tell that whatever he was in was moving. He tried to move, but found that he was bound. He struggled against the binds for a moment before giving up. He really should have listened to his father. If he had this might not have happened.

Lance drove for as long as he could, which was till late in the night. He found a small drive in hotel so no one would see what was in his trunk. Parking the car he went into the front desk to get a room than backed into the parking spot. He opened the trunk with a smirk. "Hey lovely. Hope you liked the trip." he laughed to himself glad he gaged the kid before throwing him over his shoulder.

Upon entering the hotel room he threw Ian onto the second bed before locking the door, drawing the curtains shut, and turning the tv on. All before he walked over to Ian than handcuffed him too the bed. "Be good now." he said laughing again before taking a shower to remove all the grim on his body.

Ian was about to fall asleep when the car stopped. Even though he was extremely uncomfortable. He glared up at the man when the trunk opened. He started to speak but stopped because of the gag.

He watched as the man when about the room. He was glaring at him by the time he was handcuffed to the bed. As soon as the man as in the restroom, he started struggling again. But gave up after five minutes. He wasn't going to get out of this on his own.

Finishing his shower Lance walked out only in a towel shoving his wet hair out of his face and gun in hand. "If you scream. I'll put a bullet in your head." he spoke with a smile. With the barrel of the gun against the captives head, Lance untied the gag. No matter how hard Lance tried he could never be that mean.

The gag off, Lance walked over to his bed before taking a seat and looked through the phone book. "What do you want to eat?" he asked not looking up as he flipped through the pages. He had no idea what to eat so he was going to leave it up to the kid. All the while he was thinking about what to do for the next few weeks traveling with someone he kidnapped.

Ian's eyes widened a bit at the man's words. He kept his mouth shut as the gag came off. Sure, he would love to scream. He was sure someone would hear him. But he didn't want to be shot.

Ian watched as the man sat down on the other bed. "I'm not hungry." he said. Which was a lie. And his stomach confirmed his lie by growling loudly. He turned his head in the opposite direction, not wanting to even look at him.

Lance laughed for the first time in years. "You are horrible at lying. Acting like a brat won't get you out of those cuffs. So I suggest just answering my question." His words were sharp. He hated when the captive tried to act strong. There was not a point. He wasn't going to let them go.

So with no answer he left the phone book open on the bed before laying back and flipping through tv channels. He settle on a channel where a movie was just starting. It was something entertaining he could watch and make the heavy air in the room lighter.

Ian glared at the man for a moment. He didn't care what the man said. He was going to find a way out of these cuffs. One way or another. Besides. Even though he was hungry, he wouldn't be able to eat. Not under these circumstances.

He heard when the tv turned on, but didn't look at it. At first anyway. But after a moment he turned to look at it. He stared at the screen for a few minutes before staring at the wall again.

Lance didn't really care how many glares he got or was ignored. Made this whole situation a lot easier for him. So he relaxed on his bed leaning against the headboard and the towel on his waist precariously staying on. He was air driving himself, not wanting to go blow dry his hair or get dressed.

"So why would some old rich man want you?" Lance asked confused why he was getting paid so much to deliver this kid to some old guy. Part of him didn't want to think about it so he decided to ask.

Ian's gaze eventually went back to the movie. He didn't like staring at the wall, but it was that, the movie or the man. And he choose the movie. He wasn't going to look at the man who kidnapped him. He was already hating him and he had no idea why he did it. At least until he spoke again.

So the man was getting paid to do this?! But by who? Ian had no idea. "How should I know? Why don't you ask whoever hired you?" he asked. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to know the reason why.

"Client confidentiality. I could never ask him. Was just trying to start a conversation kid. I'm not the bad guy here. I'm just the delivery man." he spoke in a level voice. No use fighting with the kid or having a horrible trip. This would be the longest delivery he had to do. Usually it was a few days not almost a week.

They would be going to the city in the sky, full of rich men and women. Were Lance always tried to pick up a lover, he liked money too much. This job paid so well how could he not accept even though he had not a clue who wanted the kid and why.

"You can say what you want. From what I can tell, you are the bad guy. The guy who hired you isn't the one taking me away from my friends and family." Ian said.

He really hated this guy. He really wanted to understand why he was being taken away. But this guy obviously doesn't know the reason. And that was just another reason that he hated him.

"I'm just the delivery man. Like if your food tastes bad, do you blame the food you got or the person who cooked it. If you offered me more money, I would easily take you back." Lance said with a chuckle talking conversationally. Got the kid talking and he wanted to keep him going.

Finally unable to handle his hunger. Lance called for some take out. The local best, as the advertisement put it. "Well, you be a good boy and wait here till I get back." Lance said before gaging him again to get the food and not worry about him screaming. Leaving the tv and light on, Lance quickly got dressed before getting the food and coming back as fast as possible.

Ian just glared at him. He knew his father would pay whatever it took to get him back. He was tired of talking to this man. He turned his head so that he was facing the wall.

Ian watched as the man left. As soon as the door closed, he started struggling against the handcuffs. He started to scream, but his voice was muffled. He gave up after a few minutes.

Lance came back with into the apartment only to chuckle seeing that the boys wrists were red. "I can't believe you thought you could get away." he laughed. "Not the first time I've done this."

Placing some food down next to Ian, Lance released one of his hands so the boy could eat. Couldn't let him starve and Lance was not going to feed him.

Ian glared at the man when he laughed at him. His wrists were hurting from trying to escape. Though he was a bit surprised when one of his hands were unlocked. He instantly reached up and pulled the gag out of his mouth.

He was surprised that the man was giving him food. He was sure he would just be left to starve. But that doesn't mean he was going to eat it. But that changed when his stomach growled slightly. He reluctantly ate the food left him.

Lance finished off his food while watching the movie and when he finished he soon found himself yawning. A good indication this was only the first night and it was going to be like this for awhile longer. With a deep sigh he laid down leaving his captive the way he was. Didn't feel like tying him up or putting the gag back.

Instead, Lance soon feel asleep, the key to the handcuffs hanging around his next on a chain under his shirt. The chances of it leaving there, were slim to near impossible. He was rather sensitive.

Ian ate the food slowly. He was exhausted, but the way he was wasn't very comfortable. Though it didn't look like it would be changing anytime soon. He tried getting comfortable as he watched the man fall asleep. He knew if he could just get the key he could get out of here.

Though he could tell that he probably wouldn't be able to reach the key, let alone get it from the man. With a reluctant sigh, he closed his eyes and was soon asleep.

When morning came Lance was already tossing Ian into the back seat of the car where he handcuffed the child to the door handle. Decided to not throw him in the truck again. "Make yourself comfortable. Have a long ride." he said snapping the seat belt in place before going to the driver side.

Lance started the car, leaving the small motel far behind them. All evidence of their being their getting erased by a nicely tipped maid. Made sure no one followed his trait. It would be quite the hassle. "Think your family is looking for you by now?" he asked wanting to know.

Ian didn't really struggle as the was put in the car. There wasn't much point. But he did try to get his hands free for a moment. Then gave up. He leaned back against the seat and sighed.

"Yeah. I'm sure they are." he said. He was positive his parents would have immediately started the search when they found out he was gone. And they would know that he wouldn't just run off. It wasn't like there were many places he could go that they wouldn't find him.