Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 13:24:13 GMT -5
At this point, Dipper had completely lost track of time. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months...even years had become a relic of the past. The only thing the normally curious boy knew, was that he needed to escape. And Soon.
He often wondered if this was Hell was like. For certain it was the closest thing to it on Earth without a doubt. The world was now suffering under Facilier's hand, particularly the two armies that failed to win the conflict he had been a part of. Yes, he was hardly a soldier because of his age, but he never let that keep him down. Time and time again, he proved himself as a valuable asset to the war. While his thirst for puzzle solving and desire for knowledge did come off as a hindrance to some, he hardly saw those opinions as valid. Instead, he kept his chin up and insisted that he would find his place within the Heroes' army.
Perhaps this was his punishment for being a rebellious instead of keeping in line. Even if he was one of the older children, they still insisted that he was in safe keeping and stood out of trouble-a rule that never stood well with him. Now, he was forced to slave away like a mule as a servant to Facilier and his troops as they lived like greedy monarchs. The hardships of war, seeing those he became close with being slain or imprisoned; it made his blood boil like never before. It just wasn't fair that the bad guys won. It was a reality check that he was in the real world, and no longer in the realms of fiction where the good guys nearly always came out triumphant.
With anger, Dipper found himself acting up more than once in front of his new superiors. Actually, they were never above him to begin with. They were just bullies who got lucky. Of course, his defiance didn't come without punishment. He had the marks and injuries that were used as a sign to warn other prisoners to not get any ideas. It was truly amazing how they hadn't decided to do away with him at this point. His injuries, slowly yet steadily healed, but the marks remained.
He had been plotting to escape for months now, each plan either failing or Dipper saw an error in a few he devised. Currently, he was in the middle of creating a new one, having spent the last few weeks in solitaire after his last run in with the law. His hair had grown scruffy and long, with dark circles on his eyes that rivaled a raccoon's. His face was dirty and his attire had become to small on him. Dipper was becoming a man, his voice had grown deeper throughout the course of his time in this universe-accompanied with more muscle around his still skinny body and slight stubble starting to make a presence on his face. If he had the ability to clean himself up, he would've had a geeky sort of physical attractiveness. Since that was out of the question; for now, spirit unbroken, the youth sat in his corner of the prison cell, facing the wall as he continued to figure out the details in his mind.
He often wondered if this was Hell was like. For certain it was the closest thing to it on Earth without a doubt. The world was now suffering under Facilier's hand, particularly the two armies that failed to win the conflict he had been a part of. Yes, he was hardly a soldier because of his age, but he never let that keep him down. Time and time again, he proved himself as a valuable asset to the war. While his thirst for puzzle solving and desire for knowledge did come off as a hindrance to some, he hardly saw those opinions as valid. Instead, he kept his chin up and insisted that he would find his place within the Heroes' army.
Perhaps this was his punishment for being a rebellious instead of keeping in line. Even if he was one of the older children, they still insisted that he was in safe keeping and stood out of trouble-a rule that never stood well with him. Now, he was forced to slave away like a mule as a servant to Facilier and his troops as they lived like greedy monarchs. The hardships of war, seeing those he became close with being slain or imprisoned; it made his blood boil like never before. It just wasn't fair that the bad guys won. It was a reality check that he was in the real world, and no longer in the realms of fiction where the good guys nearly always came out triumphant.
With anger, Dipper found himself acting up more than once in front of his new superiors. Actually, they were never above him to begin with. They were just bullies who got lucky. Of course, his defiance didn't come without punishment. He had the marks and injuries that were used as a sign to warn other prisoners to not get any ideas. It was truly amazing how they hadn't decided to do away with him at this point. His injuries, slowly yet steadily healed, but the marks remained.
He had been plotting to escape for months now, each plan either failing or Dipper saw an error in a few he devised. Currently, he was in the middle of creating a new one, having spent the last few weeks in solitaire after his last run in with the law. His hair had grown scruffy and long, with dark circles on his eyes that rivaled a raccoon's. His face was dirty and his attire had become to small on him. Dipper was becoming a man, his voice had grown deeper throughout the course of his time in this universe-accompanied with more muscle around his still skinny body and slight stubble starting to make a presence on his face. If he had the ability to clean himself up, he would've had a geeky sort of physical attractiveness. Since that was out of the question; for now, spirit unbroken, the youth sat in his corner of the prison cell, facing the wall as he continued to figure out the details in his mind.
