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

[400yearsofsurvival]

Where I was, there were plenty. Where I am....that's a different story. You up to helping me out, guy?

[dinosize]

Why're you in Zero? Bit fast, wasn't it?

[400yearsofsurvival]

Just a misunderstanding. For what it's worth, they hurt me far more than I could have hurt them.

[dinosize]

Hurt who?

[400yearsofsurvival]

The people who put me in here. They attacked me in my room when I first arrived.

[ He sounds actually a bit scared and worried by it. ]

[dinosize]

Wardens?

Which ones?

[400yearsofsurvival]

A bunch of teenagers. I didn't really have time to take names. Why? You on their side?

[dinosize]

The teenage wardens here are a lot of things, but not usually aggressors.

[400yearsofsurvival]

All I know is I ask for a little help. Being covered head to toe in burns made things rather...inconvenient. They showed up, one of them armed to the teeth.

[dinosize]

And where in this did you attack that inmate up there?

[400yearsofsurvival]

Mason? He's blowing this way out of proportion.

[dinosize]

Is he.

[400yearsofsurvival]

Yeah. He was rather...intoxicated at the time.

[dinosize]

Listen. I don't care if you assaulted people or not. It happens on a boat like this. It is, however, not a good idea to lie about wardens first off.

[400yearsofsurvival]

I thought we were talking about Mason, guy.

[dinosize]

It's Stephen.

[400yearsofsurvival]

Stephen, then. Mason's not a warden, so what lies are you accusing me of?

[dinosize]

...the wardens we started off talking about.

[400yearsofsurvival]

Do you make a habit of this? Accusing people of lying when you don't know the full story. You really should be more careful, Stephen. There's a lot of bad people around here. Some who may not appreciate your...inquisitive attitude.

[ His tone grew more and more threatening as he spoke. But then, all at once, he flipped back to his more open and far less threatening tone. ]

You can check the network yourself. I don't know the girl's name, the one with the arrows. I think it's her you need to have this little conversation with.

[dinosize]

...it was Allison?

[400yearsofsurvival]

If Allison has a...dainty redheaded friend, then that's the one.

[dinosize]

You're saying you were beaten up by a couple of teenage girls. Unprovoked.

[400yearsofsurvival]

Shot full of arrows, actually. Far more difficult to defend against. Especially when you're covered in third-degree burns.

[dinosize]

If you're covered in third degree burns, you should be in a sterile room, and you'd probably not be in the mood to chat.

...or.

Not human, are you?

[400yearsofsurvival]

Now you understand my need for help at the time.