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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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[Maybe a half hour after Jerry's message, there are footsteps on the stairs leading down to Zero. Scott lets himself in with his lacrosse stick, sets it against the wall before he moves down to stand in front of Jerry's cell. He's got an apple in his hand, granny smith green. His eyes are hard.]

What were you trying to get out of attacking them?

An apple.

[This is hilarious.]

Jog on, you runty little prick.

[Stiles has spent the last several hours, since the flood ended, thinking of all the terrible things he wants to do to Jerry. It's mostly wavered back and forth between beheading -- which Scott put the kibosh on, and covering the guy in honey and letting fire ants and rats eat his flesh -- which he didn't bother bringing up to Scott because obviously he'll say no to that, too.

Fine. Murdering Jerry is out, and Stiles tries to let go of all the various other forms of torture that Void filled his head with while he was possessed, because right now they all sound pretty damn appealing. He doesn't want to be that guy, but deep down, he still wonders.

He makes his way down to Zero, which is a place he's barely spent any time in, aside from checking it out after he arrived. He's carrying a green apple, nice and shiny, and he's also carrying a sign with tape on it. His anger isn't hot and fiery the way it was even hours ago. It's cooled considerably, where it's settled in his bones, deep beneath his skin.

He's even got a faint smile on his face, though it's more of a smirk than anything. He tapes the sign to the cell door, ducking down enough to avoid the bars. The sign reads Caution: Rabid vampire inside. I bite fingers. He backs away and leans against the opposite wall where Jerry can see him if he's looking, and he casually polishes the apple with his shirt.]

Edited 2014-08-29 02:04 (UTC)

[Lydia knows she shouldn't be there. She knows it's dangerous. She knows it's probably a stupid idea. But she needs to do this. She refuses to have yet another monster under her bed. Peter used to make appearances so often. Then Jennifer every now and then. Accompanied by her own face screaming, surrounded by death. And then the Nogitsune. And Allison.

But regardless of how out of control, how overwhelmed Jerry made her feel, she's not afraid of him. She's pissed at him for getting to her as much as he did. But not afraid.

She's also pretty angry that every time she closes her eyes, she sees his burned face reaching for her. And it mixes with Peter's as they come toward her. Sometimes to bite her. Sometimes just to slash her throat.

So clearly the best thing to do is to channel this anger toward the man who is the reason for it this time.

Lydia makes her way toward his cell, heels clicking on the floor, her phone in hand as she shines the flashlight toward him.]

Apples, really? You really think anyone will believe you now?

...apples.

Really? Some sort of shortage, where you're from?

Out of all the requests you could make, you go for apples. Figuring on starting small, are we?

[He normally has little patience or interest for newcomers, but someone who shakes things up always garners at least a moment of his time.]

So. In Zero already. What did you so quickly to pull that off?

[On the sixth day, Allison visits Level Zero.

It's her first time down here, but she's really not that curious. She knows what it's for, she knows the vampire can't escape...She knows he is being punished.

It's not enough. Not for what he tried to do to Lydia.

The days after Lydia's recovery were spent taking care of her best friend, but also reading the bestiary for any mention of vampires. Finding none, she calmly found some hollow points to load in her father's gun, holstered it at the small of her back, and went down to Zero.

There, she finds the vampire's cell...finds a wall in visual range and leans, arms folded and features blank.

She stands...and she watches.

And she learns.]

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