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Jagson

One Thousand Club
Jon played a harmonica as he watched things from his cell door. Since he was outed as being a meta a month ago he has since been put into the custody of the Meta Human Protective Facility. That's what the government calls it. In reality this is a prison used to experiment on metas. In the month he had been here he knew at least three metas that went to the far back room and never returned. He leaned against the wall facing the cell door as he tried to figure out a way out of there. Each room had a green light in them that caused their powers to be neutralized in it's presence.

After an hour or so the standard lights went out signaling that it was time to sleep. He waited a few minutes to make sure the guards left. "Anyone out there?" He asked to the other cell mates.
 
Dexter was sick of the cell, sick of its walls and the bars that imprisoned him, sick of the green light that meant he could never get a proper night's sleep. He was sick of the slop they called food, sick of the canned, recycled air. Sick of living in fear about being taken through the doors, sick of the guards who sauntered around like they owned the place, sick of everything really. He longed to escape, to be free, to breathe fresh air and run properly.

He had been outed as a meta when he was eight, and he had been disowned and kicked out by his family shortly after. It was at that point that hed take the name Dexter, condemning his birth name to the dark depths of his mind. Up until two years ago he'd been living on the streets and in the wild. It was a tough life, but it was infentesimally better than this dump.

Currently the nineteen year old was sprawled out on a blanket on the floor, he'd completely ignored the bed, he didn't trust it. In his hands was a small rubber ball that he was bouncing off the wall. Bounce, catch, bounce, catch, repeat until he fell asleep.

At the sound of a voice from the neighbouring cell, he stopped throwing the ball. Shrugging his mop of red hair back over his shoulders he responded "yeah me, unfortunately."

Jagson Jagson (Jon)
 
Chad remembers running.

The wind was a heavy howl within his ears, blood rushing throughout his limbs as he pressed forward; the man's heart thrummed heavily while his lungs expanded and contrasted in a steady rhythm. The scene around him was a blur of motion and color, the shadowed figure of a canine at his side, joy and the rush of adrenaline nothing like he had felt before. He felt alive...free...happy...

He let out a howl of happiness to the star speckled night sky, the full moon setting a glowing haze amongst the trees that littered the rolling hills before him. So distracted was he within his pleasant endeavors that the large rock that struck his edge of his right foot came about as a sudden surprise, his form suddenly rolling across the ground as the momentum took over the change in motion. Chad skidded to a stop upon his hands and knees, bare feet and hands covered in the dirt that now adorned his figure as a result of his tumble. His once racing heart slowly settled as he let out a breathy laugh at his own carelessness, normally more focused and aware of his surroundings. Carefully, he began to bring himself to his feet, hand releasing its grip from the soil, only to come up with blood. The man froze, confusion contorting his face as the scenery around him began to melt and change.

No longer was he among the comfort of the land outside of his lonely cabin he called home, but rather a small town. Gasps and shrill screams filled his ears as the unknown faces surrounding him looked on in horror. Those who were not running or crying out against the unknown chaos were cautiously gathering towards him, weapons of a mixed variety held in trembling but steady hands. It was all a blur of noise and smells, none of it able to be lost within the heavy and acrid scent of blood.

It was everywhere.

The thick and crimson liquid dripping from his hands and mouth while pooling at his feet, the origin laying limply beneath his form, faded blue eyes a mixture of sheer terror and pain as the life faded from its eyes.

It was a women, young and beautiful, now tampered with the blood that poured out of the gaping wound in her lower abdomen. Chad could only stare down in shock, the feeling of bile rising steadily in his throat before he collapsed back onto his hands beside the corpse and retched all his stomach could muster. Coughing, he wiped the mixture remains of bile and blood off his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, Chad's tearful gaze staring out at the townsfolk in resignation.

He, lost within his carefree joy of freedom and the wolfish desire of the hunt, had done this.

"I...I didn't know...didn't mean it...so sorry." he mumbled, his form shaking as he gazed mournfully once again at the deed he had committed. Most of the townsfolk should have been safely within their homes at this time of night. He had no way of anticipating that the blond female would be hastingly wondering the outskirts within the dead of night. The dreadful night where he had chosen to let go, just this once.

The familiar draw of guns struck the man's ears as he still remained crouched upon his knees, no longer filled with the desire to flee. The marching of a single set of boot clad feet could be heard just behind him before a sharp jolt was felt upon the back of his head, the pain that followed only lasting for a few seconds before all was faded to black. All that remained was the steady throb that now pulsed within Chad's head.

Thump...

Thump...

...

Thump...

With a sudden jolt, the man was awaken from his nightmarish slumber to the sound of a dull and steady banging against the eastern wall of his cell. Groaning slightly, Chad sat up and brought a calloused hand to his temple, the painful signature ringing filling his ears originating from the green lights that filled his new home with a steady glow.

Thump...

The return of the sound that had disrupted his sleep made the Meta's form jolt into awareness, eyes returning to the wall to which it could be heard. Grunting in irritation as a dull throb began to settle within the base of his skull, he rose to his feet and made his way to the opposite end of the cell, pacing slightly as he waited for the pain to ebb away.

How long had it been since his arrest into this nightmarish hell hole? A few weeks? Months? Time was almost irrelevant within the damp facility, not a single window into the outside world to be found to give him any sense of how long it had passed since the fateful night of his capture. His heart still hung heavy with the revelation of his actions, the screams of the fearful townsfolk as vivid as they were when it had happened. He could almost here them right now, their shrill and mournful shrieks spurring those who stood in shock to join in until it seemed to flood his senses.

Thump...

Chad shook his head in irritation before staring back at the wall, annoyance now clouding his gaze as he marched over to the wall that he shared with an unknown and clearly bored prisoner on the other side. He raised his hand into a fist, ready to pound onto the wall and tell the person to shut the hell up when a voice interrupted his predetermined actions.

"Anyone out there?"

The voice was masculine, resonating further down the halls, perhaps a few cells over from his current position. Quirking his eye brow, he waited patiently before the unknown being that was to be the source of his irritation responded swiftly if not half heartedly. "Yeah me, unfortunately."

Chad gave a soft sigh before making his way to the bars that composed of the northern wall of his brick cladded chamber, turning to rest his back against their rusty metal forms before slowly sliding down to sit back into the slightly uncomfortable concrete floors. The voice that had responded was young, the tone giving away a hint of depressed helplessness, much like the emotion that pressed insistently against his heart like thick chains. Suddenly, feeling bad for nearly lashing out at the poor man, Chad tutted softly to himself before giving out a heavily debated answer.

"That makes three of us, though most likely more with how efficiently these people carry themselves about these days." he said gruffly.

A nearby guard who had been lazily patrolling his section of the hallway gave him a warning glance at the Meta's words, hand drifting pointing at a small firearm holstered at his side. Chad promptly rolled his eyes, flipping the annoying insect off with a smirk before glancing away with disinterest, ignoring the guard as he slammed a fist to the bars. The old and unkempt rods rattled heavily from the force of the blow before the man stormed off, his grumbles of anger bringing a satisfied smile to Chad's face.

"Tsk tsk, tough crowd. You'd think they'd be more composed to deal with these sort of things." he spoke, mostly to himself with a small laugh in tow. "How long has it been for you guys anyhow?" he questioned towards his new source of entertainment, the small conversation lulling away the headache that had formed from the nagging light that loomed overhead.
 
Dexter's ears pricked at the sound of motion in the cell beside him. His senses had been nothing special when he was outside. But ever since he had been put in the cells, devoid of any outside stimulus, his senses seemed to go into overdrive, picking up on the slightest trace of anything. Anything that could break the monotony of the four walls (three cement brick, one barred) and green monstrosity that lurked outside his cell.

When he had first arrived in the facility as a skinny, half starved sixteen borderline seventeen year old, the green light had been the bane of existence. He couldn't sleep with it on, becoming borderline insomniac. In an effort to tire himself out, he spent his time time pacing around his cell, doing push-ups, sit-ups, basically any kind of exercise that could keep him fit and tire him out. Eventually he would crash out, his body pushed to the point of ultimate exhaustion.

Eventually Dexter learned that if he covered his face with his long mop of red hair, he could block out the light. Putting the blanket over his head aided the situation, finally allowing him to sleep with some semblance of normality. Dexter still kept up the exercises, he needed to do something to distract him from the mindnumbing boringness that was his life. The ninteen year old despite his lanky ffan frame, which was currently housed in regulation issue shorts and t-shirt, was actually quite strong, he had, at one point tipped over the bed to block out the light, but that hadn't gone down well with the guards.

The sound of the footsteps in the neighbouring cell seemed inordinately loud to Dexter. He guessed by the decrescendo and crescendo of the footsteps that his cell neighnour had moved away from him and then towards him again. But they stopped when the other guy started talking. The person next door spoke, revealing themselves to be male, just like the first voice.

A guard, skulking around the cells picked up on their conversation and walked over to the cells, his hand preaching for the pistol holstered at his side. Dexter wondered how they could treat metas the way they did. Was it some sort of power kick for them? Did they enjoy watching all these helpless people living in conditions that would be considered torture even in the most uncivilised country? Whatever th reason was, the guards were nasty and bored, a very dangerous combination.

The guards banging on the cell bars next door made Dexter flinch slightly. But the guards angry mutterings made him smirk too. In the green gloom of the cell, the flash of Dexter's white teeth cut through like a hot knife cuts through butter.

"Up yours guard" he muttered, before speaking louder in response to the guy next door. "yeah, you would, but then again, it's this hell hole. I've been here for" he paused as he did the maths "I've been here for two years, four months and three days, give or take." Dexter had managed to keep track of the days by observing the dates on the watches of the guards. Its not like he had anything better to do. "what about you? How long have you been gracing this five star establishment with your presence" The sarcasm was evident, clearly brought on by the pure boredom of his life. But deep down, Dexter was jumping for joy at being able to talk to somebody, even if they were just as imprisoned as he was.

Jagson Jagson (Jon) Feralstryker Feralstryker (Chad)
 
Jon listened to the voices. "Two masculine voices." He thought as he leaned against his cell door. "Three months for me." He said. He saw the guard shoot him a 'be quite' look. He just smiled blankly at the guard. "I'm Jon. What's are your guys's names?" He asked before a guard slammed a baton on his Cell.

'Come on piggy.' He thought as he looked at the guard. 'Come inside and play.'

_gallifrog_ _gallifrog_ Feralstryker Feralstryker
 
Kate blinked her eyes open quickly as a sudden loud bang startled her awake, she groaned slightly and sat up in her uncomfortable and cold bed, peaking out of her cell and hearing a couple of guys talking. The girl sighed and laid down, rolling over on her side to face the wall and closing her eyes again. Though just as she felt she could drift off to sleep another bang of metal caused Kate to sit up sigh irritated, “Can you guys stop making the guard mad… some people want to sleep”. She said as an annoyed and tired mumble while peering out of her cell door, not being able to see them as her cell was too far away.
 
The guy who spoke first introduced himself as Jon. He also taunted the guard under his breath. Dexter was relieved that his cell neighbours disliked the guards as much as he did. Maybe together they could piss the guards off so much that they'd be released? He doubted that would work, as satisfying as it would be. They'd probabaly be flung into some hideous lab and vivisected by a bunch of mask wearing freaks.

No matter what anybody said about about metas they weren't monsters. Dexter had seen the real monsters, stared them straight in the eyes. The government who let metas be treated as little more than lab rats were true monsters. The scientists who made them live in fear were monsters. Dexter ran his finger over the scar running across his palm and tried not remember.

It was then that a female voice joined in the conversation. She sounded tired and irritable, two emotions that dexter could empathise with. "how can you sleep in this place? Am I the only one who cant sleep cos of that green monstrosity?" There was genuine curiosity in his voice. "I'm Dex by the way"

Jagson Jagson (Jon) Feralstryker Feralstryker (Chad) Mina_May Mina_May (Kate)
 
It was of great restraint to refrain from chuckling at the other prisoner's antics towards the guards, the soon to follow bangs that echoed heavily throughout the dim and emerald lit hallway rattling deeply in Chad's still persisting headache. Despite the consistent and dull throb, he found himself at a great relief to be able to share his lonesome abode with others of his current predicament, even if he would not have the pleasure of meeting them face to face.

"Considering my area was mostly vacant when I was dragged down here...I would have to say about 5 months at the most."

This was of course the most accurate assumption that the dark haired Meta could give considering the current setting of the establishment he was forced to call home. However, given the slight nip in the air vents as of late, snowfall was close upon them in the outside world; his own capture still occurring in the time that the leaves remained green with summer's warm light. Chad let out a small sigh, heart heavy with the memories of running and playing with his long forgotten family amidst the pleasantly cold snow that this time of year granted them. The chill in the wind as small white particles fluttered ever so gently in the breeze among the vast rolling hills his old town resided near was always so beautifully intoxicating to the young man, the sounds of child-like laughter of carefree townsfolk almost audible within his currently quiet chamber. He wondered how his family was thriving at this time of year. Did they have enough food until spring? Did his mother finally get over her seasonal illness? Was his sister still doing well with her soon to be husband? Did they...remember him? Miss him?

Perhaps not...if he had been held captive here for as long as he could predict, news of his accidental slaughter would have most certainly spread amongst other locations near the place he once could call his home. The mere thought of the heavy resentment and hatred his once loving family must now carry towards his unconscious actions sent Chad's head into a nauseating spiral, bile threatening to gather at the base of his throat as the memories of crimson once again filled his clouded vision.


Chad broke from his daze with a forceful shake of his head, eyes misty from the revelation of just how alone he felt all these months of captivity. For a while, it was all such an empty feeling, being numb to his situation, telling himself over and over again that he deserved this. He did this to himself. He was a murderer. It was all HIS FAULT. And yet...that didn't stop him from hoping that his era of tormented isolation would soon be brought to an end. And now, hearing these other voices, all bound to the same fate as himself, he found himself being able to feel again. Realize how alone he had been. Suddenly, he found himself nearly wishing to cling to this mere attempt as small talk, anything to remind himself that he wasn't truly alone. Not anymore.

"My...my name is Chad. Chad Noelle. It is a pleasure to meet you guys."

A suddenly audible bang could be heard further down the hall once more. Most likely towards the origin of the first voice that started this whole shenanigans. Jon, was it?

"Can you guys stop making the guard mad...some people want to sleep."

The sound of the new and very feminine voice perked Chad's interest, the knowledge making his heart sink further. So it would seem women aren't even sparred from this fate, he thought solemnly. She too sounded young, her voice worn with weary exhaustion, making the young man suddenly feel bad for his endeavors. Poor thing has mostly likely been through a lot.

The mere thought sent the meta into an internal turmoil of helpless anguish. After all, the vast majority of those brought into this prison to rot was the cruel and unfortunate curse of fate. None of them chose to live this life, none of them wanted to be the beings that this world so feared. And yet...what right did those blasphemers have to procure judgement onto those gifted with this life? It wasn't fair...not to any of his prison mates.


"How can you even sleep in this place? Am I the only once who can't sleep cause of that green monstrosity?" was his neighbor's instant reply, Dex as was now understood as his name, his voice filled with irritable exasperation. The sudden noise once again forcing the man from his persistent inner thoughts. Chad could see the point in the young mans words on a relatable level, the constant ringing the machine produced filled his days with constant and throbbing headaches, his tired and worn body only able to receive a few hours of rest a day at most. And yet...perhaps she too felt the constant lull of irritation and simply couldn't take it anymore, nonetheless of the situation, none of the metas here were doing well under these conditions.

"You'll have to forgive me miss, I was unaware of your current slumber. I assure you that we will keep things more quiet from now on, please...get some rest." he called out gently and pointingly to the others. "Might I at least have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
 
Kate shrugged, even though none of them could see her and muttered out, "Well after being here for half your life you get used to it... at least when your asleep you’re not here" she sighed and tried to remember memories that weren't in this miserable building, she was so young, it was so long ago Kate could hardly remember anything. All her brain could fathom was when she ruined her chance at a normal life. ‘How old was I… 10? 11?’ She thought to herself. She shook her head as if her pitiful thoughts would leave her mind. There isn't any point being sad anymore, this is normal now. “It’s okay, I’m already awake” Kate says while hopping off her bed and sitting down in front of her cell door. “I’m Kate, nice to meet you guys, even though it’s in… here”.
 
Dex tipped his head back against the wall and listened as the other prisoners? (Inmates? Lab rats? Torture subjects? Whatever you wished to call them) talked. His fingers wrapped and unwrapped around the hard surface of the ball. Dex had managed to swallow it before he had been captured and flung into the hell hole. Years spent homeless had taught Dexter some tricks, including how to swallow objects and regurgitate them at the relevant time. His lock picks had been discovered within his first few days, so he was left with only the small black ball.

His cell neighbour said that he had been there for maybe five months? Time wasnt easy to keep track of, and sometimes Dex wondered why he even bothered. Besides giving him a brief distraction keeping count of the days really had no other purpose than depressing him more. He wondered if he would ever see the light of day again, feel the wind in his hair as he ran across rooftops, feel the wet crumpling of age old leaves and mud as he stalked through the forrest the adrenaline surge of swimming in the icy waters of the river. Mist the thought of it was enough to make him want to fight his way out or (more than likely) die trying.

He introduced himself as Chad Noelle, the only one so far to give a surname. Maybe by giving his surname it helped him to remember who he was in this endless abyss of cement brick walls and metal bars. Dexter on the other hand had no surname, at least no surname he would admit to. Dexter suited him just fine, he saw no need to have any other appendage to his name.

The girl across introduced herself as Kate. But that wasn't what startled Dexter, it was the amount of time she'd spent in the cells. He thought two years was bad, she'd been there almost half her life. He couldn't imagine what that would be like and he didnt want to either. Because that looked like it was going to be his fate, doomed to spend his life in a cage, breathing canned air and slowly being driven insane.

"Nice to meet you too, all things considered" Dexter's shrug wasn't visible to the others, but he did it never the less. There was only so much he could say to Kate's remark. But there was something, he wanted to ask, ot had been niggling away at him for quite a while now. He paused, considering long and hard before asking quietly "if you could get out of this place, what would you do?" The tone of his voice had changed, it wasn't anywhere near as irritated or exasperated or depressed as it had been for his earlier remarks. It sounded genuinely curious and a little melancholy. He left the question hanging, not sure if anyone would even answer.

Jagson Jagson (Jon) Feralstryker Feralstryker (Chad) Mina_May Mina_May (Kate)
 
Kate didn't speak for a moment after hearing the males somber inquiry, not knowing who exactly he targeted the question towards and if she should answer or not. How would she even answer that question? Kate doesn't even remember life before this facility very well... maybe she'd try to find her parents, though she can barely remember them, Kate doesn't even know if her parents supported her being locked up. They weren't there when she was taken, so she had no way of knowing how they reacted to the news that their child was a Meta. They might miss her... or they might see her as a freak and be glad she was kicked out of the normal world. Kate tried to not think about what she knew she wouldn't get answers too.

She felt slightly out of place just thinking about it, everyone else probably had dreams and goals that they were taken away from, but Kate didn't have anything for her outside of here. No friends. No way of finding her family. No job. Nothing she wanted. Or nothing she knew she wanted. Maybe she would try and find something that would give her purpose. What that could be, Kate had no idea. She'd probably just wander around, try to survive and stay hidden as her power made that easier than others. Kate sighed softly and turned to lean on the wall next to her barred door, looking out at the dark hallway of tiny capsule-like cells, still not being able to see those who were awake. The only thing that Kate remembers she misses, is freedom.

Kate bit her lip and decided to answer, "I don't even know, probably just try and live without being caught again, I know it doesn't sound very big or whatever... but I'd just be glad to have freedom." Kate said quietly, absentmindedly tracing the bars on her cell door with a finger as if she was drawing something. "What about you guys?" Kate spoke again calmly, forgetting how nice it was to talk to people instead of ignoring everyone to stay out of trouble. Which is what she usually did in this place.
 
Jon heard all of them and looked over to his green lit wall. "I don't know. If anything if we got out of here they will hunt us down." He said turning towards the guard. He smiled at the man. "Hey guys I'm going to call it a night if you don't mind meet me at chow tomorrow." He said as he got onto his bed and started to plot a daring escape
 
The silence after Dex's question wasnt that surprising, hell he really wasn't expecting people to answer it. It was a shot in the dark, excuse the hideous pun. Thinking about outside probabaly brought back painful memories for most of them, it certainly did for Dex. He tipped his head back against the wall and was about to say something along the lines of "never mind, it was a stupid question, just ignore me, I'm going crazy here and I need some form of human contact to stop me from losing what little of my mind I have left."

Dexter was saved from saying something stupid by Kate's response. Despite her saying saying that it was stupid, Dexter understood. Freedom, it was something precious, something that they had taken for granted until they had been thrown into this hellhole to rot. And considering how long Kate had been there, it made perfect sense. "it's not stupid, in fact you are surrounded by the only people who could possibly understand"

When she turned the question back, Dex fell silent. It was a hard thing to think about, but he had started it, so he felt he had to answer. What would he do? Would he try to find his old gang? Would they still be around or would they have moved on in the last two years? Or worse, would they have been captured like him?

No! He couldn't allow himself to think like that, the past was the past. He couldn't change it, he couldn't go back, no matter how hard he desperately wanted to. Against his will, a face materialised in his minds eye. A face he knew almost as well as his own. A face that he had looked at so many times, a face belonging to someone he trusted, trust being an understatement. Dex would have walked through hell for the person. At first when he had been thrown into the hell hole, the momeories of that face had been the only reason he had stayed alive. But after those first few days, Dex realised that to truly survive he had to forget.

But some things could never truly be forgotten. In the gloom nobody could see the single tear that made its way down Dexter's face, like a drop of rain on a glass window pane. For once he was thankful for the obscurity of the darkness.

But he answered Kate's question. "hot, well cooked, flavoursome food would be a must. Something as far away from the gunk they call food in this place. A raging log fire, the kind that leaves a smoke trail that would get you spotted from miles away. And just bring able to jump in a river of clean cold water and breathe air that hasn't been filtered beyond recognition" there was a poetry to Dex's words, he was clearly speaking from memory. "maybe try find some old friends if they are still around."

Jon then invited them to meet up at 'chow' tomorrow. Dex immediately accepted, but waited a little while and evened out his toke so he didn't sound so desperate "it's not like I've got any other plans. But one thing, what do you look like? Just so I know who to find. I really can't see anything that will help me find you"

Jagson Jagson (Jon) Mina_May Mina_May (Kate) Feralstryker Feralstryker (Chad)
 
Adria Camden

Lying on the floor, Adria’s depressed wallowing was severely interrupted by the chatter of voices and the clash of the guard’s baton on the bars. She sighed and leaned dramatically back against the bars of her own cell, then began tapping her knuckle slowly, repeatedly on one of them. When the guard passed, he shuffled away slightly.

Adria quietly addressed him. The other inmates wouldn’t have heard her.

‘Hey,’ She started, staring blankly and eerily at the guard, who stared back. ‘I need you… to stop. With the That.’ She punctuated with a harder rap on the bar. Her words were both sharp and drawn out. All in all, very off-putting.

Combine that with the fact that a week earlier, three days after her capture—which had been a multiple-day ordeal in the Smoky Mountains—she had disarmed a guard of their baton through the bars. Adria hadn’t done anything else with it aside from flourish it before casually handing it back to them. But now the guards didn’t come within bar-striking-range of her cell. That was also why they hadn’t dragged her through the death-door for the transgression; they didn’t want to get close. And she was fairly certain her disturbed act helped that. Unlike many, she was newer, and still had the energy to mess with people.

The guard looked away first. Adria still hadn’t blinked. When they were gone, she sighed again, re-adopted her normal posture, and went to sit on the edge of her bed.

The chatting continued. No point in resuming the self-pity.

Adria had missed most of the conversation , only catching the last bit of the exchange.

‘Wait,’ she cut in at a pause, ‘are we talking about food or plans for how to spend hypothetical freedom? Or both? Because I kinda want some elk.’ The last sentence was added in a mumble.


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Kate smiled softly to herself as she listened to the words of Dexter's reply, closing her eyes slowly and imagining what he was describing. For a second it was if she could smell the freshly cooked food and feel the cool natural air. The images of the outside disappeared as she opened her eyes again. "That sounds... really nice," Kate said genuinely while smiling sadly to herself. When Jon spoke up about meeting tomorrow Kate hesitated, she hadn't made friends for a while or talked to anyone. She had lost so many people that she decided to get close to in here, mainly from the experiments. Despite these negative thoughts, Kate replied that she would happily go. "Yeah that's smart, I wouldn't wanna sit at a table with the wrong people..." Kate replied to Dexter asking about Jon's appearance.

"Wait, are we talking about food or plans for how to spend hypothetical freedom? Or both?" A female voice spoke up but Kate didn't catch the last part. "Depends If your hypothetical freedom involves food or not" Kate replied to the new addition to the conversation. "I'm Kate by the way, sorry if our talking kept you up..." She said, her voice full of guilt.
 
Jon facepalmed himself as he realized he didn't describe himself. "Look for the guy with somewhat wavy blonde almost white hair." He said. He looked towards the ceiling and thought of the coming days before a new female voice pulled him back. He raised an eyebrow.
"Now why would I suggest we meet to escape infront of these lovely guards."
 
Dex nodded, an unnecessary response to Jon's answer. White blond hair was not exactly unusual among the memebers of the public, but down here in the cells prisoners didn't have the privilege of being able to dye their hair in whatever way the desired. Most people went back to their natural colour within a few weeks. There was of course that one person who had manged to make it permanent. Of course there was a third option, that Jon's powers had changed his hair colour.

Dex was probabaly overthinking things, being imprisoned tended to do that. Another voice joined the fray, mentioing something about elk? Dex's lips twitched into a smile at that. So he wasn't the only one who had eaten large wild mammals with antlers.

Dex followed on from Jon's remark. "indeed suggesting a thing like that in front of these bastions of intelligence and beauty would be quite foolish indeed. People might get the wrong idea and then we'd be in for it. Such ideas would be better discussed in a loud, cramped room over prison slop, where nobody could hear us converse." Dexter found himself slipping into a ridiculous imitation of a posh British accent, for no reason other than to enhance his sarcasm.

Jagson Jagson (Jon) Feralstryker Feralstryker (Chad) Mina_May Mina_May (Kate) Spazzycat101 Spazzycat101 (Adria)
 
Adria Camden

‘Naaaaaaah,’ Adria responded to the hilarious mock accent. ‘It’s not like we’re discussing ‘oh this hallway to that door’ and so on and so forth. Otherwise they don’t really care. To my knowledge.’ With all honesty, Adria wasn’t sure if the not caring part was universal, or if it was just because she creeped out the guards. ‘It sounds like I haven’t been here nearly as long as any of you, so I don’t have as much of a frame of reference.’ Adria picked at the corner of her pillowcase. In the vein of time, it was excruciatingly boring there. Someone only had so many daydream plot lines before their imagination was exhausted. Adria wished they’d let me make something. Even with wood, or ceramic, just... something. She thought to herself jokingly that much longer of this and her ‘deranged’ act might not remain an act. At least it was kinda fun to mess with the guards. Might as well try and entertain herself for the sake of sanity.

Anyway, uhh… everyone, favorite… colour, go.’

Jagson Jagson Feralstryker Feralstryker Mina_May Mina_May _gallifrog_ _gallifrog_
 
Chad listened quietly as he heard his new company converse with renewed vigor, the raven haired male smiling slightly to himself as the once dim and barren hallway became alive with the voices to which it has so long contained. It was when the topic of escape was mentioned that he suddenly perked up with interest while rushing forwards towards the bars of his cell, hand gripping their rusty forms in a vice grip as he strained to peer down each side of the long, green cast hall. He let out a relived sigh to see that none of the guards were currently within earshot, but strove to maintain his post, his eyes narrowed towards the dark with intense focus.

It was moments like these that the man wished he could hear the familiar voices of the other animalistic beings that at no doubt inhabited the wilderness near this facility. The constant whirring that projected from the green lights and clawed vigorously at Chad's ears allowed no room for his mind to process the normally constant outside words that crowded his mind. Normally chuffs or calls of warning towards other human beings allowed for a constant reassurance of self awareness, yet now, his mind empty from such comforts granted no luxury.

With another glance towards their currently safe situation, Chad gave a small sigh before addressing to his new group. "I may have some ideas we can discuss upon our relocation, though, can't say its flawless nor complete. There are many other thoughts and scenarios to put into play here, it would be most beneficial for everyone to put in their own thoughts, considerations, and experiences if we are to come up with some what of a solid plan." he spoke simply in a near hushed voice, hoping for the natural echo of the facility to carry most of his words to the desired ears of interest.

"Upon location, I can simply find one of you guys or you can aim to look for a short black haired male with a dragon tattoo on his left arm. Should be a unique enough description for you. I tend to remain alone so I should stand out. Either way, I look forward to meeting all of you in person." He finished while quickly ushering his words upon the heavy footsteps of an approaching guard. While at first eyeing cautiously for signs that the man had caught wind of his words, such fears were suddenly stifled upon realization that the think headed insect was simply making another round, dull eyes staring with bored interest into each and every cell. When finding nothing suspicious about Chad's current position, the man loathingly spat to the ground near the prisoner's feet before continuing forward, at no doubt towards the next cells containing inhabitants.

The Meta wrinkled his nose in distaste towards the slimy bubble of spittle that now festered near his form before rising to snuff it away with the bottom of his boot clad foot, coat rustling as he made his way back to his usual spot within his room once satisfied he did all he could.

The final question that followed made Chad raise his head in mild interest where it had begun to rest on his knee before he straightened back up and gave a small yawn. "Anyway uhh...everyone favorite color...go!"

The man struggled to give a small chuckle of amusement in response towards the classical opening question as if introducing ones self to a group of people within a classroom on the first day of school. He allowed the statement a small amount of consideration before giving a simple answer of "royal blue. Like a sapphire. Always seemed to lull me inwards like a trance, I find it one of the most beautiful colors my being has made notice too within its lifetime. What about yourself?"
 
The new girl responded with great sarcasm to Dex's remark. "finally! Somebody with good humour around here." he thought to himself. Whoever she was she clearly hadnt been there anywhere near as long as the others. She had a sense of spunk, that most people lost after a few months in the prison.

Chad also took it upon himself to give a description of his appearance to the other guys. The more he spoke, the more Dex noticed the formality and slight stiltedness with which he spoke. He spoke like something out of a Victorian novel. It must have been something to do with how he was brought up.

The speaking style was in total contrast to the description he gave of himself. The mention of a tattoo piqued Dex's interests. It must be symbolic of something, he'd have to ask at some point. Dex thought of his own tattoos, which covered a significant portion of his upper arms, shoulder blades and even touched the back of his neck. His tattoos were no doubt simpler than Chad's dragon. Dex's tattoos consisted of brambles and fire.

The new girl's question was a strange one, the kind of frivolous question that meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, but somehow acted as a binding agent. Chad chuckled at it, giving a poetic answer in his strange formal speech pattern.

"It's between two. Bright, dark red, and dark charcoal" Dex's preferred shade of red was the kind that he saw in fires, often ones he set. And charcoal, it was both a brilliant camouflage and a beautiful eye colour.

Jagson Jagson (Jon) Feralstryker Feralstryker (Chad) Mina_May Mina_May (Kate) Spazzycat101 Spazzycat101 (Adria)
 
At first, Kate got slightly nervous as the others talked about an escape, but no guard seems to be around to hear their remarks, she sighed in relief to herself quietly and kept listening to the conversation, a small humoured smile on her lips as they joked. Though she would never admit it, she missed this. Talking to people, she hadn't held a conversation this long in years. "Anyway, uhh... everyone, favourite... colour, go." Said the girl. Kate smiled to herself from the question, it was definitely random, but Kate liked the question, it was nice to talk about little random things. After hearing the first reply to the question Kate thought for a second, then answered, "I'm not sure if this counts as a colour..." Kate paused, "Holographic? Clear but with shimmers of all sorts of colours..." She said hesitantly, thinking of her force fields she could create and how their clear surface would shine with different light colours, like a bubble. If bubbles we're basically impenetrable and could go as big as a house...
 
Jon looked at the green light and let out a a long breath. "Don't laugh but pink." He said. "My parents thought I was going to be a girl so they bought everything that color. When they found out I had a y chromosome it was to late so they kept the color. It grew on me." He said chuckling. "So then what's your favorite food?" He asked them. He was to awake to go to bed and the guards seemed to lighten up.
 
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Adria Camden

Adria found it cute that the other girl’s favorite colour was ‘holographic’ of a sort. The duality of red and charcoal was interesting, and blue’s elaborate description was oddly specific. And that whoever’s was pink said ‘grew on him’ Adria understood and chuckled at.
‘When I was younger I disliked green, but now it’s like, it’s just one of the best things! I love it. Especially moss.’ She paused. ‘And I don’t think it counts as one alone, but sunset- and sunrise-sky colours. With a good view, it’s very… cool.’
She was running out of things to say at this point to occupy both herself and others to stave off the oppressive boredom. It wouldn’t make sense to ask about hobbies here, or favorite songs, and Adria wanted to avoid things that would trigger nostalgia. Since she wasn’t sure of what to say, she decided she’d wait to see if anyone else did.
 
Between them they had quite the selection of colours. Dex couldnt be the only one who internally snorted at Kate's declaration of 'holographic' being her favourite colour. Dex managed not to let the snort escape out loud. Kate's choice was so unusual that there had to be a specific reason for her choice. Jon's answer of pink was unexpected, but in this day and age Dex couldn't really judge him for it.

The fog that had been clouding Dex's mind for so long was beginning to lift. He found it much easier to think and felt a lot more awake than he had in a long time. His brain began to wander unbidden towards the though of escape. On his own escape would result in his inevitable capture and a gruesome fate under some scientist's blade. But with a group he stood a chance, whether that chance would be enough was another thing. Buf if it went wrong it wouldn't be just him who'd end up vivisected.

Jon's next question was less bizarre than favourite colour, but still quite random. Dex found himself speaking his answer without even thinking. "there is only one answer to that question for me. Wild deer or boar ribs, soaked in spicy honey, then cooked slow over a wood and charcoal fire for hours to achieve the perfect smoky taste without alerting everyone in the area to your existance." His voice had taken on a wistful tone.

Dex could practically taste the meat on his tongue, hear the crackle of the fire, feel the hot embers dance near his skin, see the shadowy figures of the small gang that had become Dex's family all crouching around the fire. Hell, he missed them. He couldn't help but wonder where they were now. He hoped they had escaped capture.

Jagson Jagson (Jon) Feralstryker Feralstryker (Chad) Mina_May Mina_May (Kate) Spazzycat101 Spazzycat101 (Adria)
 
Chad smiled softly to himself as he listened in on the other prisoner's replies, blinking curiously when the first girl had mentioned 'holographic'. The odd word choice reminding him of the small opals he would always ponder over within the small caves near his old town. Although holographic would not be their identifying color scheme, they did carry a rather polychromic appearance dependent on the lighting.

It was Jon's continuous addition on one's food preference that continued to keep raven haired man's interest peaked, his mind searching for an answer as he listened in on Dex's response. 'It would appear someone has a rather artistic take on food' he mused contently, mouth watering at his description before hesitantly partaking himself

"Salmon, preferably when it has been properly seasoned with lemon, garlic, and rosemary. It may seem like an odd combination, but I have always found it a rather nice contrast to its natural flavoring." Chad explained dreamily, taste buds practically yearning for the meal that he was ages overdue for. The undercooked and unidentifiable slop that served as their occasional meal did little to satisfy what their bodies required as far as nutrition goes, his constantly exhausted and shaken condition evident on the matter. As if to mock the poor man, his stomach let out a low grumble to signal its neglect, his eyes narrowing in annoyance as he fought to think of anything else than the hunger that nagged his being. 'Isn't it about time they give us another ration anyhow?' the meta questioned while glaring through the bars of his cell, the act doing little to hint the man on how much time had passed. He nearly clung to each meal serving like a lifeline, his fast metabolized body unfit for the shortage of consumption he was now forced to partake in.

"What about the rest of you guys..." he asked out to keep the conversation, and at no doubt time, flowing; hoping to himself he didn't sound as irritant and desperate as he felt.
 

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