[OOC: Creating this as a fanfiction because when we did this on 10 Doors it got caotic with having to wait for so many people, and everyone joining in at once. That is the reason I am doing this as it is now. If you wish to show your own character's reactions to this event, post a fanfiction with their experiences in a seperate fanfiction thread ^^
*NOTE* This takes place the very first night, which means Korso will drug you whilst you are sleeping, and the next morning the paralyzis will slowly fade off
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Korso had finally finished dragging them all down to Division 0. He knew the hardest part was over, well, except dragging them back up again. He figured he'd just have McCoppin do that, he had to be good for something.
He knew they had probably all woken up by now, but the drugs would keep them paralyzed for the duration of this, so he needn't worry. They wouldn't even be able to open their eyelids to see what was going on. As long as he just kept quiet they wouldn't even know who was handling them. However, the drugs would do nothing to dull their senses, and knowing that he grinned.
He took hold of the closest prisoner he could get his hands on, the Pierce bitch, and yanked her by the hair over to his working table and let her slump over the chair he had prepared. He knew she would most likely already be screaming if she wasn't paralyzed. Pulling her hair wouldn't hurt even a fraction as much as this however.
He pushed her head forwards to reveal her neck, and with his other hand grabbed the branding iron from the table. He had gotten it cheap, he remembered, from this farmer who had used it to brand his cows.
He took his time heating it up, aware that she would probably be able to hear the sizling of the fire, but not caring much. It would only serve to make her fears grow, and he enjoyed that.
Once ready he pulled the iron back up and aimed for the back of her neck, a little above her shoulderblades. Instantly the smell of burnt flesh filled the air and though she couldn't scream, he was already imagining it in his head, loud and clear.
He let her body fall of the chair and down onto the ground before turning to the rest of the paralyzed bodies. That would help them all remember their prisoner numbers. And if not, they could always just ask their cellmate to take a look at their necks to remind themselves.
Right, who's next? He grinned and started walking over to the darkhaired male he remembered as DeSoto.
