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400yearsofsurvival) wrote2014-08-28 03:51 pm
400yearsofsurvival) wrote2014-08-28 03:51 pm
2nd Bite // [ Audio ] // [ Spam ]
[ 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.))
[ 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.))
[spam]
Watching. Observing. And, even when he does nothing, learning. How he moves, how he rests...she wants to know her enemy. She wants to be ready for literally anything.
...still, there's only so much she can learn from watching.]
So...you can't be captured on photographs or video. [It's a statement, not a question. She's hoping to get him talking...no matter what he has to say.]
[spam]
At one point he got up. Stretching. Moving as though sitting for so long had made him stiff. It wasn't true, even so limited in here. But he had an audience. Why show his hand, now? But he didn't do anything in particular behind stretching. No water. No bathroom. Nothing. He just settled back where he'd been. Feet crossed, focused back on the network.
When she finally spoke, he glanced to her. But he didn't even bother putting the phone down. ]
Are you making random assumptions based on myths and legends in the hopes I'll give you something?
[ It was either that, or she'd spoken to Mr. Powers. He was 50/50 on which it might be. ]
[spam]
Definitely don't show up on photos or video.
[It's more of an educated guess, a gut feeling...she thinks the vampire might have chosen to mock her instead of rebuffing her if she'd been wrong. She goes with her gut, though, and tilts her head to regard him.]
I've been a little busy caring for a sick friend, so I'm not sure if you've had this place explained to you properly: do you know why you're here? Broad strokes, I don't mean your situation specifically.
[spam]
He returns to his phone, seeming to ignore her at first. Completely not interested in her or her questions. Though he did smile briefly at the mention of the "sick friend."
The basic concept of the barge had, in fact, been explained to him. More or less. And he'd been able to glean a lot of fine detail from other conversations on the network. But she seemed so very intent on gloating. ]
Allison, you didn't really come down here, to watch me for...[ He glanced at the time ] ....two hours, only to lecture me on redemption, did you?