Jerry (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
400yearsofsurvival) wrote2014-09-01 07:36 pm
400yearsofsurvival) wrote2014-09-01 07:36 pm
3rd Bite // [ Spam ]
[ General / Open ]
[ It's the day after Jerry's release from Zero. He can be found around the Barge. Primarily in the dining hall. In the darkest corners. Enjoying an apple or two. Anyone watching close enough will see that he takes plenty of blood rations, but is never seen consuming them.
Elsewhere, he can be seen just watching. Almost anywhere in the areas open to inmates. Especially the darker areas. Never doing anything more sinister than just watching. ]
[ Stiles ]
[ That morning, Stiles will have his MP3 player returned to him. Broken. The largest pieces embedded into the kid's door. The rest scattered across the floor in front of the door. Scratched into the surface was just the word "Friday." ]
[ Allison ]
[ She also gets something embedded into her door. Three arrows, or at least pieces of arrows, that had been left on the floor of Jerry's room. One of which pinned a drawing to the door. Sketched on the back of the sign Stiles had left on his cell door down in Zero. It was a rough sketch of a ghostly banshee, with at twisted wailing face of too many teeth. The hair was wild, brownish red smears. More than likely blood. The arrow is right through where the creature's heart would be. ]
[ Lydia ]
[ She doesn't receive anything. At least not directly. Just something to boost her paranoia. Periodically, when she's alone, she'll see him. Maybe leaning against the wall at the opposite end of the hall. Or walking past. But any time she'd look again, he'd be gone. Just leaving her with glimpses. To remind her that he was watching. ]
[ It's the day after Jerry's release from Zero. He can be found around the Barge. Primarily in the dining hall. In the darkest corners. Enjoying an apple or two. Anyone watching close enough will see that he takes plenty of blood rations, but is never seen consuming them.
Elsewhere, he can be seen just watching. Almost anywhere in the areas open to inmates. Especially the darker areas. Never doing anything more sinister than just watching. ]
[ Stiles ]
[ That morning, Stiles will have his MP3 player returned to him. Broken. The largest pieces embedded into the kid's door. The rest scattered across the floor in front of the door. Scratched into the surface was just the word "Friday." ]
[ Allison ]
[ She also gets something embedded into her door. Three arrows, or at least pieces of arrows, that had been left on the floor of Jerry's room. One of which pinned a drawing to the door. Sketched on the back of the sign Stiles had left on his cell door down in Zero. It was a rough sketch of a ghostly banshee, with at twisted wailing face of too many teeth. The hair was wild, brownish red smears. More than likely blood. The arrow is right through where the creature's heart would be. ]
[ Lydia ]
[ She doesn't receive anything. At least not directly. Just something to boost her paranoia. Periodically, when she's alone, she'll see him. Maybe leaning against the wall at the opposite end of the hall. Or walking past. But any time she'd look again, he'd be gone. Just leaving her with glimpses. To remind her that he was watching. ]
[spam]
That just sets off all sorts of problems for her.
She stops where she is, alone but directly center in the brightest part of the hall. Turns a bit to one side, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the butterfly knife her warden gave her.
She doesn't always have it on her. She's glad that today she does.]
You keep looking at me like a guy who wants there to be a problem.
[spam]
Though he seemed more or less casual, there was something to the way he moved that made him seem lethal. A predator trying to play at being a house pet.
His gaze swept over her, not even trying to hide it. Hunger. Lust. It looked different to different people. When he spoke, his voice wasn't so much deep as it was rough. ]
No problem, here.
[spam]
[She's trying not to go around picking fights, both in general and sort of on principle. Compared to when she got here in the first place she's...better, coping, pick your adjective. And she doesn't even have a clue this was the newcomer that might have gone after Allison.
But she can't help it. He's giving off vibes just like that creepy lead from Low Shoulder. The one that dragged Jennifer off onto the vibes that night, and then nothing was ever the same again.]