A thief in the house {TAG Kocoum}

Pips had had to flee from King's Landing: he had tried to steal from the wrong person and he had ended up running away, with guards a his heels. He had been lucky enough to manage to hide on a ship, leaving behind his chasers. He had no idea where the ship was heading for, he could find out only when they reached their destination. Now, he had managed to hide during the whole trip, but when the sailors started to move the cases they were carrying in the ship, he was noticed. He had to flee once again, leaving the ship as quickly as he could, and gosh he was starving! Some of the sailors kept chasing after him, he had no idea where to go and he had no money or anything with himself... He needed a place where he could hide, as well as someone to steal from so he could buy some food. Trying to get away from the sailors, he found himself in a huge garden, from where he could see a huge palace. He could guess it belonged to some stupidly rich family, and it was pretty risky to try to steal from there... but since he was already inside, half of the risk was gone...
He smirked to himself: that horrible few days could actually start to get a little better... He carefully approached the building, being extra careful not to be noticed and then, as he saw a balcony with a window open leading to an apparently empty room, he climbed up and sneaked inside.
As he got inside his jaw dropped at the luxury of the room: gods that bed! And the armchair! Without losing any time he started to give a look around, opening armchairs and drawers, searching for something valuable he could sell, something like jewels would have done pretty nicely...

What was it with Soma and forgetting stuff?! Kocoum sighed. Well he supposed every lord had their lapses.
As he entered the Prince's room to get what he had forgotten he stopped at the doorway when he saw a man with flaming red hair rummaging through the room. Kocoum frowned. Apparently the man hadn't noticed him yet.
Closing the door softly so it didn't make sounds and moving to the man. Grabbing the man by his long hair. "And who might you be? Hmm??" He asked forcing the man to look up at him. His other hand resting on the handle of his knife. "Did you lose something?"

Pips was too busy to look around in that fancy room to notice the dornish guard entering in the room. He usually was far more careful, but he was quite starstruck by the magnificence of that room, and beside he had already checked that there was no one inside...
He had just found a little box with some golden necklaces when he felt a strong pain coming from his head and found himself trapped by a giant man, who was holding painfully his hair and, he could steal a glance at it, was ready to cut him with a knife. "I was just passing by, no harm done, uh? You jut got a pretty fancy room and I wanted to take a closer look..." he replied, trying to hide his nervousness behind a smirk. He had no good lie to tell, so he hoped that at least if he woul play dumb the giant would let him go...

Kocoum just flashed the boy a displeased scowl. "So you made yourself through the walls and the guards into this room and just decided to take a look around as if you own the place?" He asked sarcastically. "Do tell me more." He said. At this point he just wanted to amuse himself with this little thief. "Make it a good story. Instead of taking your whole hand I might just settle for a few fingers." He said chuckling.

Shit! That was bad... Pips kept trying to free his hair with his hands, trying to wriggle away, but he man's grip was tight and painful. The man was so tall, especially compared to him who was naturally quite tiny, that he had to stay on his toes to keep his feet on the ground. If only he could free himself... he was small, but he was still pretty agile, he could still try to escape... but no, no matter how much he tried the man's grip on his hair was unbreakable. "Yes" he replied sarcastically to the man's question, smirking wittily to the man, displaying much more self confidence than he actually felt "didn't I mention I'm an elf? I'll grant you three wishes if you let me go..."

Kocoum only lifted his eyebrow and his lips formed like a half smirk. "Well I am not amused..." He said rather bored. Quickly letting go of the man's hair and taking a firm grip of his wrist. Slamming the hand on a nearby table. Smirking a little as he begun caressing the mans fingers with his blade. As if having a hard time choosing between fingers. "Hmmm.... A thief like you has no need for a wife right?" He asked pressing the blade on the root of the mans ring finger. Making a line of red appear from where he cut. "Now how about you start with your name or I will chop this finger off like a carrot." He said looking the male in the eyes telling him that he meant every word.

As Kocoum released his hair, he tried immediately to run away but the other man was faster and immediately managed to grab his wrist. His hand hut quite a lot when the dornish man slammed it on the closest table, he grimaced in pain but managed not to make a sound. And the pain was only starting... he could soon feel the blade caressing his fingers before it started to go deeper, cutting his skin and letting some blood leak on the table. Pips shivered but once again he bit his lower lip and just managed not to make a sound. It wasn't the first time someone hurt or cut or beat him... but sure enough, he didn't want to lose a finger... He swallowed, trying to see if there was any way out, but he really had no other choice "Pips... Storm..." he finally replied under his breath

He smirked. "Not so hard was it?" He stated the rhetorical question. Placing his knife now on top of two fingers, just letting it sway there waiting to have it strike down. "And how did you get in here?" He asked challenging the boy to lie to him. If he did he would surely lose two fingers.

He scowled toward the dornish man: honestly, even the teasing now? At his second question he swallowed again... for fuck's sake... come on, he was just looking around... "I don't know... I was trying to lose some sailors, I got over a wall and found myself in the garden, the balcony was open..." he hoped the dornish guard would believe it, cause that was the fucking truth and he didn't know Dorne enough to make up a good lie...

Kocoum just smirked again. He did like taking out his frustration on this guy. He moved the blade to the middle of Pip's hand. "Then please be kind and empty your pockets.... Or I will put a hole in your hand." He stated the threat out right. He didn't know what the man had in his pockets. And there was only one way to find out.
Sure he could check them himself, but why should he bother if he can make the man do it himself.

There, maybe he had a chance to convince the guy to let his hand go... "It's quite difficult to do that with just one hand... let go of my wrist and I'll show you, uh?" he looked as innocent as he could, looking at the dornish male with big puppy eyes, tilting his head. He was well aware that like that he looked quite cute, and in the past it had worked in his favor more than once. He could just hope this was one of those times...

"Hard. But not impossible." He said smirking sadistically down at the male. "Better get to it. I might grow bored and accidentally stab you...." He twisted the blade a little, applying just a little pain on the man. "If I don't get you help straight away then you might just bleed out on me." He chuckled.

This man gave him chills. By the gods, would he actually stab him to death? For just stealing a couple of necklaces? Using his free hand, he quickly emptied is pockets: there were only two necklaces, not much, especially compared to how luxurious the room was. "Here. Will you let me go now?" he asked, trying once again to wriggle away, unsuccessfully.

Kocoum removed the knife and twirled it in his hand before putting it in its sheath. Pulling Pip on his feet and forcing the arm behind his back. "Not yet. You and I are going to the dungeons to fit you a pair of bracelets." He replied starting to lead the man downstairs.
Letting the jailer put chains on Pip's wrists and feet. There was a long chain connecting the arm chains to the feet.
"You like your new jewels?" He asked teasingly from the redhaired man.

Pips couldn't help but sigh in relief as he saw the knife disappear in the man's sheath. His relief, though, didn't last long: the man pulled him up on his feet and forced an arm behind his back, making him grimace in pain once again. Pips was already pretty light and tiny, and his strength was pretty much proportioned to his body size, for the tall Dornish man he must have been like a puppet to move as he pleased without even noticing if he was or not fighting it!
He shivered as the man mentioned the 'bracelets'. Fuck, he knew what he was talking about! It wasn't the first time he had to put those damn things on... and he wasn't eager to do it again! "You're too kind, but really, no need to bother...."

"But I insist. We wouldn't want you to climb up the walls and escape while you are being punished. It seems our walls are too easy to climb over." He said dragging Pip to this great hallway. "You are starting by washing the floor of this hallway." He said smirking, a fellow guard bringing Pip a bucket of water and a rag. Kocoum himself leaned against a column and waited the man to start working. "After you are done we shall see if you have deserved something to eat or not."

Walking with those dammit chains brought up painful memories... as well as painful marks on his skin. That dornish man was really being a pain in the ass! He had given back the necklaces, what was he big deal now? With a frown he received the bucket and the rag from another guard. Urgh... well, that was at least better than losing a hand... he rolled his eyes before he reluctantly bent on his knees and started washing the floor. And the dornish guard was even checking on him! He could have tried to set himself free from the chains, he managed once already after all... but he couldn't with the man looking at him... as the man mentioned the possibility to eat, though, his stomach grumbled painfully. Ouch... for both his stomach and his pride... but it wasn't something he could control, after all he was trying to steal something just to eat! "Enjoying the show?" he asked annoyed, hoping he would just leave...

"Your humiliation? Yes. Is that wrong of me?" He asked sarcastically. "You could have thought about that before you decided to steal from the Martells."

Son a bitch, if only their sized were reversed he wouldn't be such an asshole... He kept washing the floor, it's not like he had much of a choice. "The who, now?" he asked annoyed. He had no idea whose house this was, and, growing up in the streets, he didn't learnt much of politics and such. Being as well his first time in Dorne, he didn't have time to catch up with the locals. It wasn't like he had never learnt their name, but never in a contest interesting enough for him to allow him to remember...

Kocoum sighed. "The Martell's are the great house and ruler of Dorne." He stated to the ignorant boy. Well perhaps it was not his fault really that he didn't know things. The education system should have been spread so that other people instead of the rich and nobility got to have it also. But perhaps that was just wishful thinking on his part.
"Why did you come in Dorne then? The Stormlands were too tough for you?" He asked a bit teasingly.

Pips heard the guard's comment without much interest, the only thought that crossed his mind was a 'great! Of all the houses in Dorne I had to sneak in the fanciest one...'. There wasn't much he could do now, though. He could just keep washing the floor... at least he was almost done! Being quite used to work, he could also be pretty fast.
"Let's say that I got too popular and it was better for me to let my followers chill a but..." he replied sarcastically, alluding in a veiled way to the fact that he had been seen during a theft and he had to flee not to be taken there.

He let out a short amused laugh. "And you made your way here to be chained up? I wonder what would happen if I would have you shipped back to Stormlands in chains."

Pips felt a shiver down his spine: the dornish guard was quite persistent... and quite sadist as well... "Nobody would care, it's not like they would remember me..." he replied, faking disinterest like this was really not a big deal. "Here, I've done, you can let me go now." he replied, putting down the rag and raising his wrists, showing the chain in a silent request to free him.

Kocoum only smirked. "You think I am going to let you get away so easily?" He asked a little mockingly. "I thought you might like to stay with us a little longer to compensate your mistake in breaking in here and stealing from us." He stated pulling Pips harshly from the chains closer so their faces were close to eachother. Just glaring the boy in the eyes. "It could be worse really couldn't it? You could be rotting in a cell nursing your chopped off hand right now. And all you would get to eat is a dry husk of a bread and whatever substitutes for water down there. Instead you are up here scrubbing floors and get to eat whatever the servants have." He then made Pips look out to of the windows to the unyielding sun glaring outside. "Or you can try and escape. By which case you are going to have to deal with the two greatest weapons Dorne has to offer. A spear...." He turned to look at Pips. "And the burning sun."
Dorne was indeed a cruel place to make it. Especially if you came from another part of Westeros.

What? Was the guard serious? Come on! He didn't even steal anything in the end! As he guard pulled him closer, tugging harshly his chain, he could feel the familiar pain on his wrists that made him grimace slightly and hiss under his breath. But he could take the pain, he couldn't take was the closeness: the guard was uncomfortably close, eye to eye with him, their noses almost touching... He tried to wriggle away, or at least to make some more space between himself and the guard, he just couldn't stand this closeness, nobody was allowed so close to him, and probably his discomfort could easily be read on his face. As the guard brutally turned toward the window he could see the landscape, a landscape that didn't sound much promising... he shivered at the guard's words. Was he really stuck there? Was he really in chains once more, with no other choice than take the orders of this man? For a brief moment, the desperation was evident in his eyes, before he tried to hide it behind a frown "Then when will you let me go?"