Threat Level
Threat Level | inspiration | the futuristic setting and theme of psycho-pass (anime) with a supernatural twist borrowed from D.Gray-Man mixed with pieces of my roleplay, predatory ● instincts Imagine a world that's highly virtual. Your clothing, the layout of your house, the length of your hair -- everything is able to be enhanced by modern advances in technology. Robots and holograms assist with daily living and cars can drive themselves. The world was made a lot safer by taking some of the mystery and stress out of the lives of the people. However, such customization and regulation came with a great downfall, a new form of enforcement. The words "Innocent until proven guilty" are no longer the way of the world. A scanner with the ability to detect threat levels now takes over for the rule of the law. The scanner is able to determine the level of threat the individual brings to the world. The higher the threat, the more infectious and troublesome they are. In other words, the higher the reason to want them dead. As all know about this, most visit psychologists to keep their levels in check. The second a threat level is reached, that person is taken into custody and removed from the world. In this world, there's no survival chances for being bad. Unless... unless you work for the SFA - Special Force Agency. The SFA is a group of agents and their criminal assistants that protect the world from otherworldly attacks and invasions. If it weren't for the SFA, aliens, demons, witches -- you name it, would have taken over and caused wide-spread panic. Keeping these supernatural forces under control ensures that the system stays at peace and people live a stress-free, happy life. Now, to get into the SFA, you need to perform high on the Aptitude Tests. If you score in the tenth percentile, you can apply to be an agent. Agents are then assigned to another senior agent. Each agent pair is given four assistants to rotate between them. Assistants are criminals that the system decided were special enough to go about protecting the world. These criminals can be anywhere from pirating fools to murderous villains. But why use criminals? How can they be trusted? Well, to the world, criminals are dead. So should a supernatural sighting occur, it's not a big deal if an assistant dies. But even in this world, people cannot freely allow someone to die without some means of protection. It's why the Assistant's Assistance Program (AAP) was formed. The AAP gifts criminals with special powers that make killing them all the harder. AAP is a specially coded chunk of DNA that is added to a criminals' molecular buildup. Since criminals are bad men by nature, the SFA has no qualms injecting serums into the criminals or experimenting with them. The acceptance rate of AAP is so low that only 10% of all injected criminals can survive the phase. These serums, if accepted by the body, allow the criminal to fall into one of three ranks: 1) identifier, 2) enhancer, and 3) breaker. A team is usually made up of one identifier, one enhancer, and two breakers. And, of course, two agents. Identifiers are able to locate and identify the supernatural beings that breech the barrier between our world and their world. They can also determine the weak points on a beast, which is crucial to success. The downside to being an Identifier is that the monster targets you. A fragment of Identifier code is the same as the monster's genetic make-up. This allows the monsters to actually see the Identifiers, making them the target of all attacks. Identifiers also have the ability to see glimpses of the future, which allows the SFA to prevent catastrophic events. Much like how the weather station can foresee large storms, the Identifiers can sense a large wave of monsters. Enhancers have the ability to buff their allies with enchantments that come in quite useful, especially against higher level threats. Enhancers make the odds of winning tip the scale toward the SFA. Enhancers can also do the exact opposite, too. Aside from making allies stronger, faster, better, they can also de-enhance enemies. De-enhancements would be such things that would jam the monster's abilities, leaving them blind, poisoned, or immobilized. Blinding is the hardest to spells to cast on a monster, but it's the one that helps save the team. If blind isn't cast, the team's success rate plummets below 10%. Breakers, the slayers of the team, are able to penetrate supernatural fields and forces, allowing for critical strikes and blows. Breakers are usually the ones to get their hands dirty and fight the monsters face-to-face. Breakers are usually the first to die, especially since they get dangerously close to the beasts. Still, Breakers have the most fun as they are often the "heroes" of the attacks. Without them, success is impossible, as they are the only members of the team that can dish out deadly blows. Once sorted into their proper class (this is determined by a blood test), each criminal receives a special item that is infused with a powerful life-force known as Purium. Purium can only be wielded by criminals and it allows them to battle the supernatural beings. Purium items can range from weapons to body enhancements to articles of clothing. Each wielder can only have one Purium so if the item is lost, the criminal is destroyed along with the Purium. As assumed, Purium was invested to give the criminals an extra edge to defeat the supernatural beasts. Without Purium, the battle would be lost and Earth would fall under the reign of the beasts. Unlike the criminals, the agents are completely human in nature with no natural enhancements. However, agents are given special weapons that allow them to stun or weaken supernatural creatures, such toys could include guns, mechas, pets, etc. Agent weapons also have the special ability to take down criminals (why yes, agents also serve as police as well as SFA employees). Should their teammate criminal partner decide to run or turn on them, the agent is allowed to remove said criminal from the plain of existence. The object is not to die. The SFA agents and criminals need to work together to prevent utter chaos and havoc from reaching the mainland cities. With each passing day, the level of monster sightings continues to increase. A gut feeling tells the SFA heads that something bad is forthcoming. It's time for them to forge their own army of elites, essentially looking for the cream of the crop. The attacks have been increasing in the last year and, during that time, the heads have finally drawn forth twelve of the best agents and assistants they have. It's up to these twelve to figure out the truth and put a stop to all the madness -- and before it destroys the system. Remember, if these monsters are seen by the public, chaos could ensue. The system that was created to prevent stress and chaos would crumble. This could lead to murder, crime, and wars, none of which are wanted. Peace and happiness are the main goals of the society and the SFA has to keep that in check, but with monsters from other worlds threatening the peace of Earth, the SFA has their hands full. Hence the need for an elite team of agents. It's up to these chosen twelve to uncover the secrets and work together for the salvation of Earth -- as well as their own souls. |
Threat Level | setting | Setting is Massachusetts -- it seems to be where most of the supernatural beasts are appearing these days. (Salem/Boston is the central location.) The year is 2207, which explains why the advances in technology are so impressive. Cars can fly, people's eyes serve as scanners, you can customize your look whenever you want, your house can be changed in just a snap, etc. Everyone attends school and at the end of their senior year of high school, an Aptitude Test is given. This test determines which job will best suit the individual. Some people become artists, some become teachers, some become doctors, etc. The hardest job to get into is the SFA, as only the best of the best land these jobs. | agents | Agents might not seem cool, but agents get cool perks. Aside from guns, agents get sick gear such as vehicles. Hell, you can even have a giant mecha if you want. Robotic pets are also an option. As an agent, you can pretty much get whatever you want. Let's limit your "toys" to three or four, just because we don't want you to be too cool for skool. Also, all agents are equipped with a PB (Purium Blaster). This gun can only be used by agents. If a criminal tries to take it, they will be shocked into a coma. The PB is the only weapon that can kill a criminal. It can be set to stun, too. | criminals | If you're playing a criminal, you'll need to come up with your Purium item. Also, what will your item do or allow you to do. For example, you could have a pair of gloves that allow you to bend fire, or you could have a sword that can split into seven to strike down a foe. Another idea would be to have a bone within your body that allows your arm to turn into a gun or shield. You could even wear a cloak that allows you to go invisible or summon creatures. The possibilities are endless. | the SFA | The agency has all the coolest things. There are labs, cells, machines, etc. You name it, and it's probably there. The SFA has a large radar room that watches the streets, making sure all is calm. The radar also detects monster sightings. It's not quite as good as an Identifier, but the radar can at least give the agents an idea where they need to go. The SFA HQ is in downtown Boston. |
Threat Level | the rules | Let's keep 'm simple, shall we? Just follow the Mene rules and listen to what I say. Post proper sentences (third person, if you please), and color your speech when your character is talking. Also underline and bold othercharacters in your post. I'll let you know when sightings occur and I'll also play all the NPCs. Oh and please PM characters to me. Thankies~! | new rules added after 12/30/13 | + As the GM, I have permission to move your characters to advance the story. + If you are absent for an extended period of time and your character has a vital role in the story, I will also take over that character. Upon your return, the character will go back into your care. Until then, I will do my best to act in character on your behalf. | the characters |
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Threat Level | updates & announcements | 12/5 -- Just a reminder! Although all the criminals seem invincible, any agent can kill them in an instant. So it's probably wise to not piss an agent off as they determine your life expectancy. Even if deemed "valuable" and "irreplaceable," the agency won't let a criminal live long enough to make the mistake again (Reino is "special" due to a piece of his past). |
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Threat Level | open & accepting | 12/5 at 11AM Updated -- With almost all of the profile's in, I open this puppy! Agents, you're probably patrolling the cells, just making sure that the inmates are well-behaved. Criminals, it's night and you're locked away in your cells for the evening. You live alone in your cell. It's about an 18-foot by 24-foot room. You can have anything you want in it (for the most part). The look, feel, design -- that's up to your character. Note that only agents can open your cell so you can't leave whenever you want. |
The cell was cold, which was just the way he liked it. The lights flickered and the shades on the window were pulled low enough so that people would need to be on their hands and knees to spy at the man sitting inside. Tapping his golden pistol against his temple, the raven found himself mildly amused at the rhythm he played. It was a song he was far too familiar with, but that’s what happens when you play the same song over and over again. It was a taunting melody that reminded him of a night from not too long again.
Lips spreading, he began to hum the song and, within moments, his cell was filled with his singing. “How cold have I become? I didn't want to lose you by what I'd done. Caught in the grey.” The words rolled off his tongue with a rather lovely sound to them. His voice was subtle with a hint of a rasp, but it was still rather smooth sounding. It was one of those voices that people would use to narrate a documentary as it was well enunciated and crisp. One might almost label it seductive, especially if spoken in whispers. As the song played on in his head, the rapping of the gun against his head grew stronger. His nose began trembling as he fought back his upset. The longer he played the rhythm, the madder he grew. Golden eyes were soon glassy with the salty tears that tried to fall over his lids. In his solitude, he just wanted to be done with this nightmare. It played through his mind every year on this same day -- the anniversary of his mother’s death. The images of the night played so vividly in his mind would make one suspect that he was present for the heinous act. Truthfully though, he was not. The only reason he knew the scene was due thanks to footage caught on the hospital’s security cameras. Technically, he shouldn’t have been privy to such graphic information, but it was the life he chose. He just had to know what happened to her -- detail by detail. It finally happened. The tears rolled down his pale cheeks. Even the sternest and strongest of men weep for their mothers, and Reino wasn’t an exception to that rule. Letting the sorrow consume him, Reino slid from his chair. Knees pounding into the hard floor, his head buried itself in his arms that were sprawled out on the floor before him. His silent weeping soon because vicious sobbing and choking. Gasping for air as he re-lived the painful night, he didn’t hear the siren go off that alarmed the guards that his vitals were plummeting. Mere seconds passed before the cell was opening to seven agents all equipped to eliminate the threat. The clicking of heels from behind the band of people caused them to part, making way for her, the head of the organization. The scent of roses, her favorite flower, filled the air. As she bent to place a hand on his trembling back, the woman looked back over her shoulder before saying, “He’ll be fine. Just get him some water. I’ll stay with him.” As instructed, the agents left her behind with a glass of water. Rubbing his back, she tried to coax him from his dark place. “Reino, it’s Daliah. Everything is okay, you’ll be just fine.” The cell door closed, preventing the peeping eyes of the other criminals from seeing what was happening. It was just a precaution Daliah was willing to take. Reino was one of their best, mainly because he was one of them for a brief moment of time. He was damn good too and, in one moment, he was lost. Reino looked so weak. So frail. So lonely. Daliah’s hand ran through his hair before it pulled back. SMACK! Her hand left a mark on his face. Daliah’s pale eyes glared down at Reino, watching his every move. Breaking into a smirk, she rose. “Glad to have you back, Reino.” Just as soon as she arrived, she left. Her work was done. Reino was brought back to his wits and the nightmare was over. Since bringing Reino into custody, Daliah was forced to perform this yearly ritual. She would let him cry for five minutes and then she would snap him out of it. It was a heart wrenching thing, too. Despite having a high Threat Level, Reino’s charming, caring, sensitive side was still locked in his body somewhere. If it could just be coaxed out, then he would be an ideal agent. Sadly, that wasn’t an achievable reality. Reino cast that friendly side away when he lost his mother. When he decided to take blood, he banished that loving side. “Poor guy,” slipped from a redhead that approached Daliah. “I can’t imagine what it would be like to be trapped in that hell.” “Sycom,” her voice was stern, “don’t let his bad decisions mar your Threat Level.” Her eyes flicked green for a moment as she scanned his body. He was still safe and in his usual range, but the head of the SFA knew better than to assume people could remain calm in the face of tragedy. It was that mistake that cost Reino his badge and earned him his prison cell. Walking down the aisle with her right-hand man at her side, the two patrolled the inmates. The cells were about the size of a studio room -- just large enough for a bed and living room with a small kitchen, and a small bathroom was tucked behind a door. There were thirty cells to each side and there were over 50 floors of cells. As she looked at each inmate, she found herself certain about a move she was going to make. “I think we’re going to shift the teams up. We need to investigate the supernatural happenings. I’ll pulling Reino, Cias, Shadow, and Vlad from their current teams. I want them assigned to… ah,” her eyes glowed with delight, “Hime.” Files materialized before Daliah. Handing them to Hime, the woman continued on while addressing her. “Look over your new team. I’m reassigning you and those four because we have urgent matters that need addressing. Go interview each of them, individually, and tell me what you think. Starting tomorrow, you’ll be given your first mission with the new squad.” Sycom waved to Hime before vanishing around a corner with Daliah. “That will be one hell of a team. I hope Hime will handle them well.” Being the tech guy, Sycom knew a lot about the inmates, knowing all too well that Hime was going to have a dark, moody, and miserable team. “We’ll be giving her a new recruit, Artemis.” Her lips drew tight. “Sycom,” her voice was stern. “Yes, my love?” “I’m pulling you off TechComm.” She could see his brows furrow and his jaw drop some. “I need you in the field.” More files appeared before her. “I trust you. You and Hime are the only two I can put on this mission. Sycom, you’re to interview Mozilla, Lolipop, Discord, and… I’m not sure yet. I’ll get your final person later. I’ll also give you a new agent. Go check out your team, individually. Tomorrow morning, they’ll meet each other for the first time.” Her hand reached out and graced his cheek. “And do be careful.” “Is that a hint of sincerity I sense in your voice? Falling for me suddenly?” Sycom jumped at the opportunity as Daliah still hadn’t confirmed nor denied their relationship status. “Hmmm,” buzzed out her lips, which curled up into a smile, “I like this game. Let’s continue playing it. If you succeed in your mission, I’ll tell you my answer.” Brushing past him, Daliah entered her chambers where she would begin the paperwork to officially form the new teams. Pulling up the inmate’s cells, she analyzed each and every one of them. “Let’s see how you all fair,” rolled off her tongue. Hands crossing before her face, she leaned into them with a devious look on her face. “Let’s put your Threat Level to the ultimate test.” |
He walked and walked and walked, not stopping his movement. Mozilla didn't feel like doing much at the current time, so he paced out of boredom. He had no books to read at the current time. He had finished any he did have in his cell. He couldn't talk to the other inmates, not that he cared to. He didn't have social issues assuming the other person wasn't a woman/child beating pig bastard. He just didn't particularly care, plus he was assuming the worst of his inmates. He killed because he cared. They most likely killed because they were annoyed with the idiots of the world. While he could understand wanting to rid the world of who you hated, like he had with his father, there was no way in his mind that they other criminals were like him. Again he killed because he cared. He cared about the future of the world, worried that if men were allowed to do what they get away with, then the world would go to hell. He had to make sure the children's futures were bright, like he never had the chance to do.
He stopped pacing, looking at the exit of the cell for a moment before turning on his heels and heading for his bed. He was bored of pacing, so he might as well re-read again. He pulled out the book Lover Awakened, his favorite one in the series Black Dagger Brotherhood. It was his favorite brother's book as he was the character that Mozilla felt he could relate to the most. Abuse, heroism, other things that happen in adult romance series. Sure Zsadist had some flaws that made Mozilla dislike him at first, but after the book, he liked him. Hookers weren't a big deal anyways. They usually would become bad druggy mothers anyways. So yeah anyways he began reading the book, too bored to sleep, letting himself be immersed in the world that was the story of Zsadist of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. |
Kanra Fuwadearu The small room was dark, the curtains had been slid closed, and the only light came from the lamp on the desk. What was with psychologists and their mood lighting? The one before Kanra Fuwadearu, looked more like an interrogation officer. Dark hair, dark eyes, black suit. Perfect for one of those detective movies. Sitting opposite of the man, Kanra kept a pleasant smile on his face. The man was doing what others before him had tried, to get inside his mind. It happened a few times a month, he would be called in to ‘talk’ to someone, kind of like an extreme form of counciling, for he could not get help for his issues…when people only knew half of what they were. The man before him folded his hands, regarding Kanra with a slightly stern look. He had asked Kanra a question, and was awaiting an answer. The question? Same as always, about the other him living within his head. Not literally, there was no second body living inside his brain like a tumor or anything, but another personality. Kanra suffered from DID, Dual Identity Disorder. He had for years, brought on the doctors believed, by his less than desirable childhood. Kanra did not see it quite the same way, but he had little interest in sitting around playing ‘now how does that make you feel’ with doctors all day. No one could figure him out, no one got close enough for various reasons. Taking a breath, Kanra leaned back within his chair a bit, “He’s still up there” he replied simply. “That is not what I meant Kanra, and you know this…I cannot help you unless you let me in” the man spoke almost immediately after Kanra. Help? Who had ever said he needed help? Kanra was quite alright with the other side of himself, they were in a way friends. He chuckled lightly, before looking up at him once more. “Forgive me, but there is not much to say. He is he, and I am me….is that not true for you being you?” a flicker came to one of the man’s eyebrows at this, he was getting slightly annoyed. Kanra often spoke in riddles, especially to the doctors. He had a specialty for confusing the enemy, for twisting things into a state of confusion and madness. It was slightly the reason for his Codename, along with the fact that his own last name was almost a literal translation. Ironic and funny all rolled into one. The other did not seem to think so, few of these stiff suits did. They merely saw Kanra as a puzzle with defective pieces who needed to be fixed. “Perhaps you need some time to think? I can have a room arranged for you if needed” a small smirk formed on the other’s lips. Kanra’s smile turned to the faintest frown. He had been here before to…threatened to be locked up...in a tiny room. It was no secret that Kanra was claustrophobic. It was because of his childhood as well, and one of the reasons why he was as he was. Though threatening him unless you were one of true power…was not the best way to go. Kanra’s eyes slid closed, the room fading to black. The man sat there for a moment waiting for a response. When he did not get one, he raised an eyebrow “Kanra?” Kanra’s smile returned, though it was darker now, his eyes opening. All of the color had drained from them, the usual friendly and lively violet grey now a pale yellowish white. The man made a move to press a button under his desk just in case, though it was too little avail. In a moment, Kanra had moved over the desk, grabbing a letter opener on said desk, and drove it hard into the chair the man sat on between his legs, just shy of a rather…sensitive…area. The man stopped, causing Kanra to smile a bit more. “Berserker…” the man slowly looked up into his eyes. “If you have something to ask…then do it to my face….though if you would rather play a little game of trying to tame me, it is not my responsibility if you get hurt” the other side of Kanra stated, looking directly at the other. “Next time you try to cage me…they will have to wheel the mangled mess of what is left of you out of here” he stepped back, moving to the door. “I look forward to our next...meeting” was the last thing he said, before he closed the door behind him. |
Long fingers swayed through the air, tracing patterns and images that only the man making them could see. Memorized loops from days past. Pink glistened in the dim lighting of this particular cell, the contacts he had on behind his glasses flashing images before his retinas, bits and pieces of information he'd collected. Nothing too important, just little tidbits of stories and quotes he had liked. And maybe a file or so on poisons he had yet to try out. It wasn't much to get him into trouble though. His contacts were connected to the SFA system so they could monitor what he read and searched for with them. They could restrict the things he looked for or send information to him through them.
Cias blinked and sat up, twisting his upper body until he heard a crack coming from his back. Two fingers plucked his glasses from his face and delicately removed the clear contacts from his eyes, his vision immediately blurring without anything to assist in correcting his vision. Even with his vision impaired like so, Cias easily got up from his bed and maneuvered around the sparse furniture that dotted his "cozy" cell. The contacts case had been left in the kitchen last he remembered and he made his way there, putting the little electronics into their cleaning solution before once more donning his glasses. The world always looked different without lines of text running across his vision and it always took Cias a few moments to blink away the dizzying feeling of not having his contacts in. His eyes teared up and he blinked the liquid away as he left the kitchen, contact case in hand. He deposited the case in its designated charging area before dropping back onto his bed, pulling a comforter up and over his head, squirming a bit before his hand reappeared with glasses folded neatly in his grasp. These were set down and then his hand was pulled back under the blanket. The darkness and warmth that came with being curled up under a thick comforter was calming. He wouldn't sleep, he wasn't tired enough for that, and he wasn't going to risk falling asleep before he was right at the edge of passing out. Nightmares were a normal thing for him, and he found that if he exhausted himself before sleeping, he wouldn't dream. To be quite honest, Cias hated darkness. He liked keeping his cell dimly lit and curling up under a comforter, yes. But that wasn't true darkness. True darkness hid many things. Things he didn't want to see. That was why he always wore those contacts. Besides giving him easy access to things he couldn't be bothered to remember, they kept him from ever being in true darkness. In a way they were like his safety net, though he was loath to admit to that. So he blinked in that un-true darkness, his thoughts straying from one topic to another at a sluggish pace. There wasn't much he applied too much attention to anymore, and that was fine with him. There was no push for him to excel at something or to fulfill somebody's impossible vision of his future. He just had to keep from screwing up on a day to day basis, and letting his thoughts pass by without grasping too firmly onto something was an easy way for him to keep his Threat Levels from jumping any higher than they had already gotten. Shifting positions again, Cias pulled the comforter away from his head and peered up at the ceiling of his cell. Sleep didn't seem to be an option for that night. With a faint sound of disapproval, Cias sat up once more and rolled off the edge of the bed. He didn't really react when his body hit the ground nor did he move to change positions, instead, he chose to remain lying face down on the carpet that partially covered the ground. He wasn't very fond of it, but it was useful when he felt like doing things like lying with his face pressed to the floor. |
In her warmly lit cell, Shadow was doing her daily yoga exercises. She was towards the end of her routine and was in the Forearm-Stand Scorpion position, one of the hardest to do, when she saw agents running to the cell across from hers.
It was Reino's cell. Getting out of the yoga pose Shadow hopped up to her feet and ran to her door, peering out and trying to see what caused so many of them to come to his cell. Then she saw Daliah and remembered what day it was. Last year to the day Reino had some sort of a melt down. She didn't know what the cause of it was but she did know it really upset him. Shadow had tried to ask him, but like usual he ignored her. Pressing her hand to her window she tried to see what was going on and only caught a glimpse of Reino on the ground before the door was shut. Letting out a heavy sigh she stepped away from the glass and went to take a quick shower to wash off the sweat she had worked up. A few minutes later, she was always quick in the shower, Shadow stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself. Walking into the main room she unwrapped her towel and transferred it to her head, wrapping her long wet hair in it. Grabbing a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra from her dresser she put them on, then after swiping her brush from the top of the dresser, sat down in the middle of her room. Taking the towel off she dried her hair and then started to brush it. As she brushed she lost herself in her thoughts. When she had been moved into the cell across from Renio she had been shocked to learn that he was the one who had her moved there. The shock came from learning that he had pull with the SFA, not so much that he wanted her across from him. They knew each other, had some history. He had given her precious information and she owed him a debt. Shadow had tried to communicate with him many times, with very little success. Why had Reino wanted her in the cell across from him if he wasn't going to talk to her? He was a mystery and one she wanted to figure out. Occasionally Shadow would look up and out at Reino's door to see if he had raised his shades. The moment he did she was going to try and get his attention. She wanted to see if he was alright and finally ready to talk to her. |
Hime followed the briskly walking group of agent's toward one cell in particular. The woman was easily the smallest member of SFA, and probably the smallest person in the company, criminals included. That didn't stop her from being one that Daliah called upon quite often. Given the situation, the petite blond, nor none of the other agents around the woman moved or said a word as the cell door was opened and their fearless leader disappeared inside. Once the request for water had been made and one of their group had vanished to retrieve it, the door was closed and the remaining agents were left to wait for further orders, should they have needed to be given.
The situation at hand was not something that Hime could control, so it was not something she tried to. Rather, she was getting ready to tell a few of the other agents to calm down as they seemed to be rather fidgety and wanted nothing more than to mumble amongst one another. And this is why you'll never be put into teams, the woman thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. Your fear and unease is far to easy to read and the criminals would easily eat you alive before you could take them down. It seemed only moments later that Daliah had once again joined them. As she made her way down the hall, Hime and Sycom were two of the agents that had continued on with the woman. She wasn't sure what the red haired male had been told, but the blonde had some business with the woman. The first words out of the male's mouth instantly put Daliah on high alert as she checked his threat levels, which from what she had heard, were usually low. Hime on the other hand, her threat levels were a little on the high side in terms of most of the other agents which was something that had forced SFA to keep an eye on her. It was not uncommon for the woman's threat level to spike during combat, much like everyone else, but her levels were usually quick to drop back down to a safe number which made the company feel a little bit better about keeping her on board. The woman listened in silently and their leader went over wanting to switch up teams as she began listing off a series of members. Hime had heard of these people, their teams were usually pretty good though being placed together would make them much more formidable. Upon hearing that this group was being assigned to her, Hime had to fight the urge of showing her pleasure and excitement for having this troupe. Upon receiving their files, the woman curtsied slight, bowing at her torso as she said softly, "I shall begin interviewing them at once ma'am." As she parted from the group, she caught Scyom's wave and answered that with another slight bow before turning to return back the way she came, her eyes on the charts. She continued walking, eying the names she held before her, her new team before deciding she would conduct her interviews in alphabetical order. With that in mind, she flipped open Cias's chart, only skimming over some brief details before eying his cell number. Making her way through the large building that housed all the criminals, and even the agents, Hime counted the cells as she neared the male in question. Stopping before a door, the woman eyed it for a moment before lifting her hand over a pad; the objected scanned her palm and a dull click could be heard as the door unlocked, the lights in the room turning as the woman pulled the door open. Even for housing such dangerous individuals, the doors swung open easily, though weight could be added to them if needed. Hime didn't open the door more than needed, as she was not aware of the exact location of the male she was to encounter first, though of the group, his records showed that he would have been one to be the least hostile towards her. Stepping inside, the woman tucked the charts under her arm for a moment to allow her to close the door. Pulling the charts out once again, the blonde looked at Cias's chart, his image paper clipped to the inside. Taking a few steps deeper into the room, her eyes gazing over the image and the rest of the information once again. After her few steps, Hime could hear the sound of breathing, which meant that the male was nearby. Taking one last look at the image, the woman lowered the chart a little bit as she was greeted by a blanket clad backside, the owner's face hidden within the carpet. Hime tilted her head to the side, lips pursed slightly as her blue orbs looked back to the picture of the male that was within the chart. Looking back to the still figure, she cleared her throat as she said softly, though loud enough to be heard in the dead silent cell, "Mr. Cias I presume? I would much prefer to speak with you face to face rather than to your backside if you would be so kind." |
The dark haired male's ears perked at the sound of his cell door being opened and he could faintly see that whoever had entered had brightened his lights through the fibers of the carpet his face was still buried in. A flash of annoyance went through him at that, he rather liked the dim lighting, it made his eyes hurt less when he was staring at the ceiling or just in general. The bright lights just ended up being more uncomfortable than the dim ones.
The steps that had sounded when the person had entered stopped and he heard papers being flipped. A file. His perhaps. Even with the knowledge that somebody had entered and was probably going to speak with him did not prompt Cias to untangle himself from his blankets and to make himself more presentable to the other person. Rather, he continued to lie unmoving, wondering if maybe this was a bit unsanitary. How often did they clean his carpet anyway? Maybe they did it when he wasn't "home"...or maybe they didn't clean it at all. Oh. Ew. That wasn't a good thought to have when he still had his face nestled into the fibers of the carpet. Amidst contemplating the sanitary conditions of his floor, Cias almost missed the woman's words. He entertained the thought of ignoring her for a moment, but hadn't he just a few moments before commented on how he wanted to survive until tomorrow at least? Annoying an agent at this time would really defeat that point wouldn't it? With a mental sigh, Cias lifted his head a bit, enough to rest his chin against the carpet so that he could speak without getting a mouthful of the polyester or whatever the carpet was made of. Maybe some other material. It felt softer than polyester. Perhaps a mix. Oh right. Agent standing right behind him. Shouldn't piss her off. "Mr. Cias?" A soft laugh. "Been a while since someone's addressed me like that." He took a moment to free his arms from his comforter and them squirmed around like a worm for a bit more before working his legs free and crawling up onto his knees, running a hand through his hair, pulling on a few loose strands. He made his way to his feet while rubbing under his eyes to get the extra blurriness out of them. He didn't need the added impediment when his vision was already bad enough as it were. Moving at a leisurely pace, not feeling at all rushed, he picked his comforter back up and set it on his bed, patting around for his glasses before finding them halfway under one of his many pillows. He wiped the lenses with the end of his shirt before putting them on and squinting in the harsh lighting. With a click of his tongue he moved to the panel that controlled the lights and heating/cooling in his cell and lowered the brightness a tad bit, just until the lights weren't glaringly bright anymore. Then he finally returned his attention to the agent that had entered. He couldn't say that he knew her. They hadn't met before. But he was sure he'd at least heard her name, in passing if not anywhere else. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit this evening ma'am?" he asked, not meaning for his words to come out sarcastically, though the inflection was still obviously there. He'd have to work on that...if he was ever bothered to. It would probably get him into more trouble one day if he didn't. He'd make a note of it...no he wouldn't. Oh well. |
Hime watched the male in silence after she spoke to get his attention. She was used to the anger that these criminals had and knew that exercising patience was usually the best way to approach them, even if she would rather have their undivided attention right away. Rather, her bright blue eyes simply followed his sluggish movements as he untangled himself from the blanket, found his glasses and moved to turn the lights down. Sleeping throughout the day wasn't uncommon, nor was light preference; she once had a member on her team refuse to have lights on in his cell at all. He was a weird one, that was for sure, wasn't one to follow orders either so Hime enjoyed teaching him who was the boss between the two of them. It didn't take long for him to be pulled from her team.
When the male finally finished moving about and addressed her, the petite woman only smiled at him as she lifted her head to meet the taller male's gaze. The senors that sat in various corners of the room quickly turned at the rising threat level that wasn't coming from the criminal, but rather the agent that stood before him. Hime wasn't one to take such behavior too well, not so much on a first visit with her new team; after breaking in the old groups, it was often difficult for her to recall the resistance that the criminals have at first. The rumbling of the air conditioning kicking on for a cell further down the hall filled the quiet room as the woman counted down from ten in her head until the sensors had reverted back to their idle position. "Mr. Cias," the petite blond said as she lowered her arms, files included, to rest below her waist in a comfortable position. "I am Agent Hime and I would like to say that the pleasure is mine in welcoming you to my team. Shall we sit down and get to know one another a little bit? After all, we could be working together for an indefinite amount of time." The woman smiled, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side slightly. The innocence that the woman seemed to just exude was something that the more aggresive criminals jumped on and it was a behavior the woman portrayed infront of all her new teammates as almost as test of sorts. New agents made the mistake of not being prepared should the appear too innocent or naive, this was not only a way to prove that Hime was the bigger person, regardless to size, but also to show criminals that weren't aware of her that she truly wasn't one to mess with. Depending on how this visit went, it would set Hime's tone and mood for the rest of her trip to the other cells. She would contemplate looking deeper into the charts of the others just to make sure they didn't have any nasty surprises hiding up their sleeves. Then again, it could be more fun just to jump into the lions den to show superiority. That was definitely the blond's style, if that hadn't been evident enough with the current situation though. She wouldn't do that in a fight though; no, she knew her strengths and limitations and combat against what they were up against was not her strong point, not without Volf anyway. |
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Vladimir Cortel [x] The soft sound of music filtered from a cell beside Shadow's. The room was hardly lit - the dimmest of lights mimicked a candle on a bedside table. There was commotion outside the cell, drawing Vlad's teal eyes away from his book. With a slight frown, the male stood. He could see nothing from the long window beside his door. That was Reino's cell, wasn't it? No wonder. That one was worse than Vlad himself. With the faint expression of distaste, the tall male headed back to the chair he'd left behind. Vlad ignored the rest of what was going on outside his room. It didn't matter. If it involved him, they would pull him into it. The SFA were good at that. They pulled him into this place; they could certainly catch his attention at any given moment without an effort. The slightest wavering of his vitals called to his Purium. The activation was merely so Vlad could continue reading in the dim lighting, but his irritation lingered. The SFA. While the criminal had no intention of dying so easily, he still hated being at the end of their leash. As the male returned to his book, he briefly entertained thoughts of breaking the hold the SFA had on him. They were chased away quickly. It wasn't wise to dwell on subjects such as defying the authorities. They weren't merciful, and neither were they sympathetic to the criminals they conscripted. Vlad's glowing teal eyes darted to the door as someone walked past. With another spike of annoyance, he allowed his black hair to shift between himself and the uncovered window that was beside the door. He hadn't drawn the curtains yet - he was known for leaving them open. While people in the hallway could see in clearly, Vlad had made sure the windows were tinted so they wouldn't allow any light in from outside his room. He enjoyed the orange glow of candles, and wasn't one for the white lights of the SFA's buildings. They didn't bother him, but Vlad certainly didn't want them in his room. With a quiet sigh, Vlad set his book down. He wasn't going to be getting any reading done. He was getting restless. Honestly, he was eager to return to the field. His threat levels had risen at a slow, steady crawl for days - it meant that he needed to kill. Vlad enjoyed killing - in fact, he insisted on it. It had almost gotten him in trouble quite a few times, this strange impulse to watch the life fade from someone's eyes. Clasping his hands behind his back, the broad-shouldered criminal moved to the wall opposite of the door. The pattern on the smooth surface shifted with a quiet chirrup, becoming a perfect picture of the city streets. It was an illusion, but it was one Vlad enjoyed watching. A false breeze teased Vladimir's long hair and coat, bringing with it the scents of humanity. He missed this. Oh, how many hours he'd spent just watching the people pass. Leaning against the railing before him, Vlad closed his eyes. Ever so slowly, his irritation and restlessness melted away. Once again, his threat level was held steady. He would spend the rest of the night here, thinking and breathing in the scents of the city. He often did. What would it be like to be free again? |
Oops. Seems he had hit a nerve. His eyes took in her stance and the way she carried herself as he waited for her to calm down enough that the sensors would go back to idling. The sensors in his room didn't receive much activity, since he wasn't prone to large changes in emotion. He mostly just flitted from electronic device to electronic device. As much as he had disliked using them in his youth, they were an essential part of life now, it would be foolish of him not to make use of them while he had the chance to.
When the agent spoke once more, Cias had to bite his tongue to keep from commenting on the inclusion of mister to his codename once more. You'd think mentioning it once would be enough. And it wasn't like it actually bothered hi like the lights had. It would just be extremely petty of him to point out the honorific once more. She was obviously trying to remain civil and polite despite Cias' own rudeness. Oh yes, he knew he was being rude. It was a terrible habit of his. One that he just didn't feel any drive to correct. "Pleasure huh. Sure. Whatever." Cias turned away from Hime, not particularly caring for the innocent look she was pushing. He wasn't a complete fool to think that it was anything but an act. She was going to be his team leader after all and they wouldn't...wait. Her team? He blinked slowly as he moved to the couch situated just a couple feet away from his bed, the front of it facing the opposite direction of the bed. He settled himself down onto an armrest and pulled a leg up, hugging his knee to his chest and he contemplated her words. He was getting reassigned then. But for what reason? He couldn't have done anything wrong. And if she was coming to greet him herself, then it was possibly a higher level team than the one he had already been apart of. He absently motioned for her to take a seat on the couch as he thought before he leaned his head back, resting it against the cushioned backrest. "I'm being reassigned. Why?" He couldn't think of any of his own actions that would have required the SFA to need to take him off his current team. He did his assignments, was subjected to their stupid experimentations, didn't really lash out at others much (he talked back on occasion, but that couldn't have been such a big offense), and monitored his own thoughts and emotions so that his Threat Levels didn't drastically change. He should have been able to remain on their radars, but not as one of the blipping points that required any attention. Well, it was probably better to ask then, since he couldn't reason it out himself. |
Folders in his hand, the redhead paged threw them just to find the exact cell location of his new team. He didn't want to get the extra exercise so he was going to arrange them in a way that would exert less energy. Alphabetical order was thrown right out the window with him! Besides, did it matter who he spoke to first? No, so long as he spoke to all of them. Finding the cell numbers, he committed them to memory.
Mozilla, 72. Lolipop, 96. Vex, 127. Discord, 151. The odds were certainly in his favor, as they were semi-clustered. With a smile, he was glad he could avoid Hall 001. It was probably his least favorite hall because it tended to house the most problematic criminals. In his book, Reino and Vlad, the two slated for Hime's team, were probably the worst of all the inmates. Vlad sought freedom. Reino was a loose canon; you never knew which side he would fight for -- himself or the law. Although, as he read over Discord's profile, he began to wonder if perhaps he would be more of a threat than those two. "Talk about split personality," he mused to himself. He didn't really know much about Discord, aside from his visitations with the psych-ward. Now, Vex? Sycom remembered Vex; she killed those four boys. The scary part was that he went to the same school as her. He vaguely remembered her, but he did recall her being the butt end of the bully's jokes and torture. Sycom, like Vex, was picked on in school and, despite his desire to help her, he just couldn't for he was often bullied himself. It wasn't until Daliah decided to stand up for him that the bullies backed off. Still, Sycom kicked himself for not having the balls to help a fellow victim out. He couldn't help but wonder that, if he had, if she would have walked another path. His other teammate, Mozilla, was a rather honorable vigilante, at least in Sycom's mind. He fought for equality and slaughtered those who hurt women and children. Although killing was frowned upon, his firm belief in fairness was admirable. Sycom was actually thrilled to have the guy on his team. Hell, maybe he could get a few romance novel suggestions from him! The last teammate, Lolipop, was the one he decided to visit first as her cell was before Mozilla's. Folding the files into a pocket-size pack, he placed them in his shirt pocket for later use. Keeping only Lolipop's file out, he glanced over the notes. She would be fun. As the twenty-one year old lolita, she was sure to be a doll to interact with. Her figure was slender but fit, which suited the era she was dressing in. Reading her Attitude Test information, he saw that the records indicated that she had a light sense of humor, almost childish in a sense. This instantly made Sycom breathe a sigh of relief. He, too, had a lighthearted sense of humor so they had at least one thing in common, besides the fact that he loves candy. Standing before her cell, he took a nice inhale before releasing the exhale slowly. Some of the agents opened the cells via the doors, but Sycom new better than to allow an inmate to escape. Before phasing through the wall, he knocked, which alerted Lolipop of his presence. As his feet pushed through the barrier first, he soon appeared in her room. His attire had changed to the Kevlar suit that was required to phase through walls, but it wasn't just for the walls. No, it was a precaution for the Purium enhanced criminals. The Purium Blaster (a gun) at his hip was another precaution. All agents were equipped with the PB as it was written in the rules to carry it. Thankfully, only agents could activate the PB so if any criminal tried to grab it, they would be stocked into a coma. The perks of being an agent! "Hello, Lolipop. I see you're looking cute as ever." Pulling out some new ribbons for her to play with, he draped them over a chair that was tucked away beside him. "Oh, Daliah sends her thanks. The mascara you suggested is exactly what she was looking for. Keep this up and you might land a job as Daliah's personal make-up artist. Wouldn't that be fun?" Sycom's approach to talking to criminals differed drastically from that of his comrades. Most jumped right to the case at hand. But Sycom? Well, he eased his way into the situation. The inmates knew he was there for a reason, but he didn't want to bother them with the mission right off the bat. From previous experience, he found that the inmates liked his informal sense of commanding. It almost, just almost, made the criminals feel like they were an equal to Sycom. He neither stood above nor below them. It was one of the reasons why was in control of 36 criminals, all of which worked with him in the TechComm Lab. Smiling, he sat down criss-cross-applesauce in front of Lolipop. He placed her file behind him, as he wouldn't need to really read that. He could learn everything he wanted just by interacting and watching her. "Oh no," he said with a look of sadness in his eyes. Standing instantly, he walked over to Lolipop. Without hesitation, he tied up one of her ribbons back into a bow. And yes, it actually looked like a bow. Sycom was known for his superb hair care and styling. "There we go, much better!" he sang in his usual chipper tone. |
Sleep, that thought did not seem to inviting to the other side within Kanra’s head. They had given him the name of Berserker, since well…he was a little less than stable. A smirk formed on his lips a bit. He was ment to head straight back to his room, and he doubted anyone would be to pleased if he did not. Pausing in the hall, he glanced up at one of the many security cameras. A smile growing on his lips. It was like a prison in here, all of them rats in this trap. He was not the one to want to sit still, especially when he was like this. The itch to do something was tugging at him a bit. He took a breath, he should most likely let the good Kanra out to play, he was even remotely better than Berserker himself with people if they ran into a guard or something…they were already almost always walking on thin ice as it was already. The color slowly began to return to his eyes, as the original side slipped back into place. He glanced at his reflection within the picture on the wall, the frame allowing this for a moment. Don’t worry, we’ll have some fun soon enough…I get the feeling things are about to pick up around here. Berserker’s voice lingered within his head and he smiled a bit. Slowly, the two as one headed back to their room, plopping down on the bed. He folded his arms behind his head, and looked up at the ceiling before them. It was an interesting night already, the events with the doctor, now Berserker’s feelings. He wondered if their little act had gotten to the higher ups yet. They would not be to pleased with Berserker’s little outburst, but that was the way he was. He would not risk it, unless absolutely necessary, he would not risk Kanra’s life so easily….but then again, he was known for pushing their body to it’s limits and beyond, so it was not certain what he was capable of. He smiled, closing his eyes, humming a lively tune a bit, he waited to see where the night would take him. |
She could hear movement, but given that is sounded as there was being distance put between them and then there was a slight scuffling sound of pressure being applied to some sort of material that didn't seem to want it, Hime opened her eyes and straightened her posture once again. To say that she was slightly disappointed that the male didn't act was a partial lie; as much as she enjoyed toying with her new teammates when she got them, if they didn't make a move upon her defenseless form in that situation, it meant a little more than her seeing as she wouldn't have to break them in like a green stallion and could move on to more important matters.
Cias didn't seem to care for the woman's words, or at least over the fact that she was pleased to have him on her team. It was the truth though; the files she held in her hands were all new members for the lass, though she knew one from frequent rounds and his once employment with the company, but the other individuals all had their records and they were well known to the upper staff in SFA. They were strong and SFA wouldn't form a group that wouldn't have harmonizable powers which means that with the group she had, they were going to be out there making a bigger bang, or getting themselves into more trouble than was usual. The dark haired male invited the woman to take a seat, something that Hime took as a little victory. She had found years ago that it was best to approach criminals like animals, not so much treat them like such, but to allow them to welcome you in at their own pace. In her earlier years she would just force them to cooperate with her which ended with the woman using her purium blaster more than she needed to, but oh how the novice had learned since then. With the ease she was working through this situation, she almost wondered if she she have looked at their on file personalities and started with the most complicated one first; knowing her luck at this point, that one was going to be Vlad. Moving across the floor, Hime took a seat on a couch cushion, not on the far end away from Cias, but a little towards the middle as to not try to put too much distance between them. The woman probably calculated and planned out her visits to the criminals much more than needed, but she had seen where some visits had gone bad and over the last few years, she has come out unscathed from most of her visits so she must have been doing something right. "SFA leader Daliah has begun the reassignment of teams to investigate recent supernatural happenings that have been going on. Yourself and three other formidable individuals have been reassigned to my team. Upon completing my interviews with the four of you we shall be having a group meet where I intend to go in more detail with you what is expected of us." The files for each person on her team were fanned out on the woman's lap, the names partly revealed on the sides before the next chart intersected it, save for Cias's chart that sat at the top of the pile for the time being. Folding her hands over the thick cardstock-like material on her lap, Hime lifted her bright blue orbs from their covers to look upon the male's face and remained silent for a few moments to allow what she had said sink in. "I am here to ascertain that you will agree to work with me and allow me use of your wondrous skills in completing the task at hand." Pledging loyalty by creating an even ground, another thing that the tiny agent had found to work best for her. It was easier to get cooperation from those that did not feel used, even if later on while on the field the woman would make demands from her team, but she was more than aware of her lack of skill to do the jobs that they could. That wasn't to say that she enjoyed putting such images in their eyes and putting herself at par with them, far from it, but the woman was looking to get members that would listen to her and come to respect her so from time to time the woman had to make unpleasant sacrifices. |
Reino had probably been sitting there on the floor like that for about an hour. It wasn't that he couldn't get up, no, he just didn't want to get up. What was the point of getting up? He was at the lowest point in his life, literally. He had once been offered so much and he crumbled that dream as if it were a coffee cake. Flopping over onto his side, he stared at the blinds that kept his neighbor from seeing him in this desolate state. Shadow didn't deserve to see such sorrow. She had experienced that pain once in her life. It was that pain that caused her to murder, forever tainting her Threat Level to a murderous color. Still, a part of him wanted her to see it. After all, it was the most remorse he could fell and, if she could see his agony, she might understand the pain he had for her from another event. His mother's death was the pinnacle of his pain, but other events also scarred him dearly. Events that would even have Shadow draw back in fear, angst, and hate. She needed to see his face to fully grasp the truth about a night he wished he had declined. Truth be told though, he would never tell her what really transpired that night. It would kill him.
With the blink of an eye, the shades vanished. The room was still dimly lit, but it was bright enough so Shadow could make out everything. He laid there motionless on the floor. His golden eyes looked over into her cell to catch her haphazardly brushing her lovely, silk-like hair. Mesmerized by the motion, Reino didn't even notice that he was legitimately staring at her at this point. Had he been caught in this much longer, he would have started drooling. Frankly, he didn't mind. In that trans-like state, he found himself playing over that other incident. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She was so graceful, so mysterious, and so elegant. Passion was in her every step and her skills were exquisite. She stole his heart, figuratively. If only she had known. Had she, she might have run off with him instead of that other man. Oh how he wished things could have played out differently! As his mind came to the jarring end, it made him wince, which brought him back to his wits. And just in time, too! Snapping into a standing position, he shoved his hands in his pockets before sauntering over to his board. She caught him staring, he knew that. But what she missed was the faint pink hue that came to his cheekbones, as he turned away quickly. The cool room also helped. Reino assumed she wanted to talk. Since they became neighbors, she would occasionally try to communicate with him. Perhaps he would engage her tonight. It might ease his troubled mind and make him think of something other than his deceased mother. With that in mind, he grabbed the nearest Expo marker and wrote out a message for her. "Sorry about the late-evening fiasco" the board read. Erasing it, he wrote her a new line to read. "Memories have a funny way of making even the strongest of men weep." Again, his elbow cleaned off the board. "Guess, mom was right. I am just a big cry baby." The way her wrote mom was very elegantly, much neater and cleaner than the rest of his script. Still, his handwriting was rather crisp and legible for a man. It was in all uppercase, but it had a calligraphy-inspired flow to it. It wasn't the traditional engineering writing one would expect from a man. Hell, compared to some of the women, his writing probably looked cleaner than their own! Moving toward the front of his cell, he went to place his hand on the golden glass. Reino asked for gold glass as it was his favorite color. Everyone else had their own unique colors, too. When his hand was planted firmly on the glass pane, the color changed from gold to nearly white. The heat from his hands interacted with the glass, but it would never let them escape. These walls flexed, and on purpose too. The previous glass left too many inmates with bloodied hands. Opting for a flexible glass-like barrier, the criminals could now throw punches without destroying their hands. With his hand on the pane, he looked tauntingly out at Shadow. There was something in his eyes that said he wanted to feel the warm touch of another. An embrace. He wanted it to wisp away all his sorrow. Oh how he longed for someone to love him like his mother did. Someone to be kind and sweet. Someone who would ask him daily, "Deary, how did your day go?" Someone who wouldn't leave him in the cruel world... like she did. Fighting to ask the right question to her, he finally landed on one. It was the question he had wanted to ask her th most. Mouthing to her, he asked, "What is it like to be in love?" |
Shadow had kept sitting on the floor, legs in the lotus position and continued to slowly brush her hair. The act was soothing to her and she often did it before going to bed at night. She didn't know how long she sat there, continuously looking over at Reino's cell while she brushed.
Then it finally happened, the shades vanished but she didn't see it. Not yet at least. Her mind had drifted off to another place. It had drifted to her darkest time, the place she hated to go to. Tearing up Shadow shook her head and dropped the hairbrush. Raising her hands to her face she wiped away her tears and looked up. Reino was laying on the floor and staring at her. She caught him seconds before he snapped up to his feet and turned away. Frowning Shadow watched him grab a board and write something. When he flipped it towards her she couldn't help but gasp. He was finally going to talk to her. After reading the first thing he wrote she gracefully got to her feet and grabbed her own board and marker. When he was done writing Shadow walked closer to her glass door and shook her head. She didn't reply yet, she was entranced in the look he was giving her. Reaching out her own hand she placed it on her glass, in the exact spot that Reino's hand was on. Shadow could see in his eyes how much he wanted to just be simply touched. Whatever caused him to be upset every year on this day had to be horrible to cause so much emotion. She was just about to start writing back when he mouthed something to her. "What is it like to be in love?" Biting her lip and looking away Shadow squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to let her tears fall. Taking a step back from the glass she quickly wrote something and flipped the board so Reino could see. She wrote in an elegant calligraphy, one you would see in the old n days where they wrote with ink and quills. "That's ok and memories can either be good or bad." She wiped the board off and wrote again. "You are not a crybaby Reino." Again it was wiped off. Shadow stood there biting her lip again. She wasn't sure what she wanted to say to him. Shaking her head she began to write. "It's like you have the whole world in your hands." That was wiped off and replaced with. "You feel like you're floating and that nothing could ever break you." Again she wiped it off and finished with, "Reino it's the best feeling in the world. One day you'll know it." Shadow smiled softly to him. |
The quiet room was dimly lit. On the walls several paintings hung, mostly surreal and fantasy scenes. Some of them were painted by the woman who occupied the cell. In the one corner sat an easel, paints, brushes and various other art supplies. A half-finished painting was on the easel. Not far from the easel was a desk covered with sketches, sketch pads, note books, books and a laptop. Beside the desk was a large book shelf filled with books. At first glance one would expect they might actually find a normal person living within this room, not a criminal. A closer inspection of the artworks, writing, books and other décor in the room would tell them otherwise.
The woman lounged lazily across a chair, a smirk on her lips and a gold pocket watch in her hand. She stared at the watch, flipping it open and shut. With it she could escape and she knew it. The thought of freedom excited here, but for now she was content where she was at. Just let someone try to double cross her though. A light chuckle came from Vex as she shut the watch one last time. If anyone was watching her they would swear she was insane and demented. She glanced over at her unfinished work. It was times when she felt like this that her therapist told her she should help release her pent up emotions through other forms. Of course this consisted of painting, drawing, writing, training and killing…well at least killing when they let her. She frowned this outlet thing wasn’t working well right now. In a single fluid motion she swung her legs around and stood up. Taking out a knife she walked over the painting, stabbing it and dragging the knife crossways. Vex repeated this action a few times before just dropping the knife. She started to laugh, only to help keep herself sane and from crying. At least that is what she told herself. The woman ran a hand through her hair before moving to sit at the desk. She turned on her heel and pulled out more knives, throwing them with amazing accuracy at the target on the opposite wall.“Being cooped up in this bloody hell hole is no fun at all.” |
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