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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[ He just continued to smile. Watching her. Was she afraid she'd turn? Terrified of becoming like him? If only he could smell it. It was the only truth behind that hunger in his expression. ]

Not until you tell me. Do you even know what you are?

I don't know what you're asking!

[And the fact that he might be able to smell her lies or listen to them in her heartbeat is what makes her feel like she should keep this conversation short.]

What do you mean what I am?

[ If he had his full senses, or at least what the Barge allowed him usually, he would have known she was lying--savoring that racing pulse with every beat. But alas, he could not. He didn't entirely believe her shrill instance of ignorance, what with Allison telling the girl to scream. But he'd play along for now. ]

If you can't say what you are...[ He shrugged ] I can't say what's going to happen. Because of that. [ He indicated the bandage on her neck. ]

[She doesn't quite manage not to glare at him. So, to cover up her attitude, she lifts a hand over the bandage holds her chin up. This isn't going anywhere.]

If something happens to me, I'm coming after you. [And now she lets her smirk show.] And I can guarantee you, I won't be alone.

[ He just smiled. Wide and sinister. His fangs visible. He was enjoying this a great deal. He continued his act, his hunger seeming to return to the surface, gaze lingering on that bandage again, before returning to her face. ]

I'm looking forward to it.

You shouldn't.

[She stares at him for a moment longer and as she leaves for the stairs, she steps just a little closer to the cell, neck still exposed. Lydia is pretty good at teasing and if he is as hungry as he seems, she wants to hold his attention for as long as possible.]

[ He looked exactly the way she expected him to. Hungry. Growing more anxious when she seemed to step closer. His eyes shifting to black. Gripping at the bars, as if anticipating her to come within reach. And then there was disappointment as she stepped away. His gaze following her as she left. Intently. Though the further she got, the more his expression faded until it was once again indifferent. Cold. Calculating.

Let the little rag-tag group think he was nothing more than a blood thirsty monster. That it was solely hunger which drove him, not survival. ]

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