400yearsofsurvival | 2nd Bite // [ Audio ] // [ Spam ]

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[ He sounds almost bored. But more or less amicable and polite. ]

If anyone is up to the task, I could really go for an apple or two. Assuming, of course there are any on board. But honestly, I'd settle for...any manner of fruit. There must be someone willing to help a guy out in bring some down here.

[ Spam ] // [ Back dated, sort of. Spanning a total of 7 days, starting when he was locked up ]

[ The irony wasn't lost on him. Locked up like this, after what he'd done. But he hadn't been so kind as to provide such amenities as beds. While he appreciated the twisted joke, below the surface, he was furious. A low simmering fury that never quite touched the surface. And it wasn't the indignation of a bunch of teenagers locking him up. But rather that as weak as he'd felt in his room, down here it was even worse. He was no stronger than the rest of them. His senses dulled to an extreme.

Over the first few days, his wounds healed finally. Frustratingly slow, for his tastes. But soon, the strange, unnatural looking burns were gone and he was restored to his not-so-true human-looking state.

He was a patient inmate. Biding his time. Calmly observing the wardens who came by. Even striking up idle conversations. Hardly the cruel and sadistic monster that allegedly landed him in that cell. Otherwise, he spent his time quietly observing the network, or resting. He was as calm as he was patient. Never restless. Never aggressive. At least not without provocation.

Even if things did get rough, he seemed to always return to his friendly demeanor, as if the previous incidents never happened. It always seemed to make people so very uncomfortable when they knew what it hid. And that's the way he liked it. ]

((OOC: Dates are still a little fuzzy, pending closure of the epic fight in his intro post. There might be some infirmary time before he's brought to Level 0, but I've given permission for maximum time, cause he's being a very bad inmate. Feel free to harass him at any time in any fashion. Audio post is for today, toward the end of his stay.))

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[ The question amused him. A great deal. Not that he'd go into the details of course. ]

I don't like having such obvious...weaknesses.

[ Oh yes, that was a threat, Scott. ]

[He knows it. And though he's tempted to let his eyes turn red, to posture and threaten right back - he doesn't. He shifts his weight, forces his brow to uncrease. He can't totally hide his concerned reaction - Scott isn't very good at that - but he puts in a good effort.

He inhales, and exhales, and only then does he answer.]

If you think friends are weaknesses, I can see why you don't have many.

[ He watches the whole display. At least as much of it as he could see. The tension the comment caused. The forced control. He relished the slow and delayed process. He'd struck a very sensitive nerve.

He just smirked, finally taking a slow bite of the apple. ]

[Scott watches for a moment, but he's not hanging around to watch some creep creepily chew his apple. Shaking his head with an exhale that might be annoyance or a laugh, Scott turns for the door.]

Enjoy the apple.

[ And still he said nothing. Watching Scott. Eyes never wavering. The only thing indicate he even registered the kid had spoken was that he took another slow bite. ]