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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?