2nd Bite // [ Audio ] // [ Spam ]

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Audio ]

[ 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.))

Comments

[characterdefect]

You don't want maybe a fruit basket?

[400yearsofsurvival]

I don't take well to being mocked.

[characterdefect]

I was being serious.

It'd have green apples in it.

[400yearsofsurvival]

Just the apples, thanks, guy.

[ He didn't quite trust the guy was being serious. ]

[characterdefect]

Roderick.

I'll be right down.

[Something seems fishy to him, but he wants to know what's what, so . . . time to get some apples.]

[How symbolic.]

[400yearsofsurvival]

Roderick, then.

Jerry.

[ He'd be waiting for this guy. Cause he as well was curious. He couldn't quite tell if this were a joke or something more. ]

[characterdefect]

[Shortly, Roderick makes his way down to Zero with a fruit basket. Full of only green apples. He glances around until he sees Jerry and then makes his way over, by all appearances totally sincere.]

Jerry, right?


( ooc; sorry for delay on this, was checking that a warden would let him in ♥ )

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ He honestly didn't expect the man to arrive. So he didn't even bother to look up when he heard the man's approach. Engrossed in his communicator. He assumed it was another one of Allison and Lydia's friends, come to glare at him. It was when he heard his name that he glanced up, mildly impressed to see the promised basket of fruit. He pushed off the bunk and moved over to the bars. Still suspicious. ]

What's the cost, guy.

[characterdefect]

No cost. As far as I can tell there's nothing you can give me.

I just know it can get boring down here, is all. [He's spent his own week in Zero, is dead certain he will again. Not that he thinks this guy will think to return the favor of company - he's not naive - but it usually doesn't hurt to build bridges.]

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ He gave a small shrug before leaning against the bars, one arm raised to support himself. After 400 years of off-and-on solitude, a few days down here barely mattered to him. What did matter is what this small-town sheriff looking guy knew anything about what it was like. ]

You? How would you know anything about it?

[characterdefect]

[Roderick raised his eyebrows, leaned against the empty cell next to Jerry's.]

I've was in here my first week. All you've really got is trying to lure people out with the communicator, and most wardens worth anything don't fall for that. So you get to either listen to people moralize at you or stare at the wall. It's not much for fun.

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ And in turn, Jerry's eyebrows raised. Resisting the urge to laugh. ]

Is that what they told you I'm in here for?

[characterdefect]

I have no idea what you're in here for. [Roderick shrugs.] I didn't bother to ask. You're bored in here right away, that says a lot about you.

And it's not nice to talk behind folks' backs.

[400yearsofsurvival]

But it's fine to make assumptions. Is that right, guy?

[characterdefect]

As long as you make assumptions to someone's face. Yes, sir. How else would we get anything done?

[He's grinning.]