((I used yelled way too much.... I yelled:p))
(( Lol its okay ^_^ I do that too sometimes XD I might disappear soon :( .....))
Gilbert blushed as she yelled. "Don't worry about your daughter, Mr.Web." He said keeping his voice calm as his friends watched him. "Listen I would love to talk with you some more but I'm afriad we're breaking up. Bad connection is always a troublesome thing, huh." Gilbert hung up on him before he had a chance to scream at him. He tossed the phone to Luke who caught and crushed it with his bare hands. "Now then," Gilbert grabbed Cynthia by the wrist and starts dragging her away from everyone. "What you did was a mistake."
"Awwww cute. You think I care? You're just going to kill me in the end anyway." Cynthia pouted once they were out of sight of the others.
((Nooooooo you can't leave me!!!!!!! Well bye in advance haha))
Gilbert opened a door to other room, dragging Cynthia inside. His amber eyes met with Max's golden ones that were emotionless as if he were sending a message with just his eyes. This made Gilbert feel uneasy. He never had done this before, it was his first time actually kidnapping someone for crying out loud! He shuts the door and turns to face Cynthia with a glare. "Shut up." Gilbert snarls, grabbing her by the wrist roughly. "Don't give me a problem! Be a good little girl and you won't end up getting hurt. Got it." He growls, his face close to hers.
((I'm typing from my iPod so it might take me a bit longer to reply >.< ))
"I just didn't want my dad to think I'm off having s.ex...... I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me." Cynthia was starting to worry a bit. "I'm sorry." She repeated.
"Why would he think you would do that?... You aren't dumb, right." He grip around her wrist loosens. "And saying sorry isn't going to help you." Gilbert mumbles under his breath. This was the perfect time to get it over with. He was trembling. A strange mix of feelings were swirling inside of him. One hand: he knows he has to do this for his father. On the other hand: He didn't really want to hurt her at all. "When this is all over. Please," He pressed the cloth against her face, covering just her nose and mouth as he held her with his other arm. "Forgive me...?"
"No but he doesn't trust me...I didn't want him to worry." Then the rag covered her face........ Everything went black.
(( Should we skip to the island or....? O.o ))
((What do I know? I'm passed out. Lol You could post something about him holding her or laying her on a chair or whatever he would do. Then island ahoy!))
(( Okay ^_^ ....You are!?!? O_O' *Throws water on Forever* ))
Gilbert removes the cloth away from her face with a soft sigh. He lifts her off her feet and lays her gently on the bed as he brushed her hair away from her face. "You know...My father wasn't always there for me too." Gilbert sat in a chair by her side. He kept his eye on her face as he spoke. "It was only me and my mom...She is a very sweet lady." Gilbert sighs. Why was he even telling her this? It's not like she can actually hear him, she is out cold for crying out! "You would probably like her. I mean-if you had the chance to meet which you won't because we aren't together. I mean-its not like I find you attractive or anything-You are cute but its not like I want to kiss you or anything- I mean! Err-never mind!! Forget what I was saying!" His whole face was covered in a blush, he was looking at the ground uneasy. 'Stop talking. Just stop talking, please!'
Cynthia didn't move.... Still out cold.....
((Not much else to say lol))
(( Lol nice XD TO THE ISLAND!!!! ^_^ ))
Gilbert held Cynthia in his arms like a bride as they entered his father's large house. It looked almost like a sandcastle! This place was his dad's secret island. No one knows about it, it's not even on a map! Fred threw the covers over Cynthia with a disappointed look on his face. "Can't we at least change her clothes?" Gilbert gives him a deadly glare but he ignored it. "Come on. Let the princess rest. It would be troublesome if she wakes up to find us all here while she is-err-like this." Gilbert was about to leave when the door suddenly slammed shut. "Hey!" He could hear Fred's laughter fading from the other side. 'Dam.nit...He locked the door...'
((Like what? I'm confused o.O explain.))
Cynthia moved a bit starting to wake up…
(( I mean, he is just embarrassing himself over nothing because she can't even hear what he was saying so Gilbert was just talking to himself basically. Wait....Did that make sense? o.O ))
Gilbert slowly turns around. He walks over, standing at the door of bed awkwardly. 'This isn't going to turn out good...' He felt his heart beating against his ribcage. Almost as if it wanted to escape from what was about to happen.
Cynthia stirred waking to a familiar face... "Great. It wasn't a dream." She griped aloud. "What the actual are you doing standing here watching me sleep? Creeper. Your friends probably wanted to change my clothes. I'm shocked you didn't let them." She added full of sarcasm.
(( *Foot of the bed....not door of the bed -_-' ....))
Gilbert felt the heat rush to his face. Quickly he turns his head away from her. "I-I would never let them do such a thing to you!" He slowly returns his amber eyes to her but instead of embarrassment sparkling in his eyes, it was a glare as cold as ice. "Besides, you're not my type anyway!" Gilbert spat in disguest.
"Bummer, beacuse you are totally my type. You know other than the whole crazy creeper knocked me out kidnapper thing." Cynthia joked. "Why are all the cute ones crazy?"
"Wh-what!?" Gilbert's face was completely red like a rose. He was her type?! "I-I am not crazy!" His voice was trembling. "I only knocked you out so it would be easier to get you out of the jet. I mean-of course it would've been okay for you to walk on your own but its not like I actually wanted to carry you instead-Err-I mean- gah!" Quickly he hid his face in his hands, quivering. "J-just forget what I said...I- I'm leaving!" Storming over to the door, he opens it. More heat burnt underneath his skin as he hunched his shoulders a bit. 'Th-that basta.rd...he didn't even lock!'
"You are even cuter red!" Cynthia teased before he walked out the door. This was way too fun. Who knew she could mess with her captor? "Bye bye" she giggled this was more fun than she would ever have with yucky dinner date.