Author's Note: This is the backstory, essentially, that a friend of mine and I came up with for our Jak RP. It's AU, due to the fact Tara's very presence changes the storyline of things. The story of the actual RP, which adds another OC to the mix, will get posted after this is through.
Disclaimer: The Jak and Daxter games, along with any characters involved in them, do NOT belong to me. They are copyrighted to Naughty Dog. Tara is my own character, and her existence belongs to me.
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It was dark and cold. Jak had noticed that the first night he'd been in the cell. And two weeks later, it hadn't changed. Two weeks, and thankfully he hadn't changed. Although the Baron had started his experiments a few days ago. He shivered at the remembrance of dark eco dancing across his skin, inside his blood...He had to figure out a way to escape. He startled out of his thoughts as the cell opened and someone was thrown inside.
"You should feel honored, little girl, that the Baron even thinks you're strong enough for this." Jak watched the KG closed the cell and marched off before he could react. What...
He looked over to see the person they'd thrown in curled up where they'd been thrown...No, her. The KG had said 'little girl'. Whoever this was made a rather pitiful sight, crying where she'd landed. She was bruised, and had a few scrapes...but otherwise, she seemed in better condition than him, if a bit thinner. He couldn't tell what color her waist-length hair was, but it was dark...very dark.
Jak reached a hand out to shake her and was stopped by a pair of ice-colored eyes.
"Don't. Touch. Me." He gave her what he hoped to be a friendly smile. Her eyes narrowed, and he noticed they were slightly red from her crying. "And don't look at me like that." He shrugged and she growled, sitting up. "Why don't you say anything, asshole." He sighed silently and pointed to his throat, then shook his head. Usually, Daxter or Samos or Keira had explained why he didn't talk...She suddenly looked embarrased...he could see the blush on her skin.
"Oh...I'm...I'm sorry." She sighed this time. "I'm really sorry. I've got a wicked temper...always have." She gave him an apologetic smile. "I'm Tara. Any way I can get your name? Or should I call you Silent?" Jak thought for a moment...then nodded. "Alright then, Silent it is!" Tara chuckled, then looked around, taking in the situation. "Hey Silent...which bunk you been sleepin' on?"
He pointed to the bottom one. With the experiments, Jak didn't have the energy to get to the top. Tara just nodded and scrambled up to the top. "I have a feelin' sleep is gonna be rare...so I intend to catch every scrap I can. Night, Silent." Jak decided to follow suite, though sleep came slowly to him. It was strange being called 'Silent'...but he didn't feel like somehow having his name get to Erol and Praxis. Already he hated them...