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| Topic Started: Jan 2 2009, 04:35 PM (952 Views) | |
| Blackout | Mar 1 2009, 02:05 PM Post #16 |
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That laugh was nervous, like a squirrel scrabbling against lock and key. Almost was, really, these rodents, all bucktoothed and shiny eyed and full of wild futility. Kyle was lying; about what, Luc wasn’t sure, but his body language screamed it… and for Luc, whose time spent at the prison gave him little more to do than people watch, which had been a pastime of his even before they had thrown him behind bars, being able to tell when someone was backtracking or covering something up had become second nature. “So… you’re in the CAGE, and you don’t want to fuck a woman… you don’t want cock… Is that part of your mutation? No balls? Because if I know one thing from being in here… it’s that animal desires don’t like being locked up. It’s like they say- people want what they can’t have, and in here, well, you can’t have a lot of things that out there you take for granted. Look, but don’t touch, right? Touch but don’t taste. It’s almost like religion, and temptation’s on the tip of everyone’s tongue.” Of course, it was mostly just guesswork… mostly just trying to make Kyle feel uncomfortable, to see if there was indeed anything for him to feel uncomfortable about, and a large dollop of Lucian’s paranoia and cynicism to help along the way. These kinds of things usually were just that; suspicion for suspicion’s sake, but invariably, that kind of attitude kept the willowy figure alive. “What did you say you’re in for?” |
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| Saint | Mar 7 2009, 02:23 PM Post #17 |
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A small chill ran its way down Kyle's spine as he felt pressure wigh down on him from all the questions. In the back of his mind, that sane sensible bit of him shouted to be heard underneath all the conflicting emotions and feelings resulting from this sudden interrogation from Luc. It was strange that suddenly the man had become so fascinated with Saint's sexuality. While it would be obvious that being in prison would mean that there was little to do, finding out about the other cell-mates lives was maybe a little too close to the bone for the short amount of time that Kyle had been in there. And while he was fresh meat, he didn't want to be seen as weaking. Trying to get away by violence from the increasinly unsettlin presence exuding from the other britians body and voice would only make Kyle look weaker. So he would have to stad his ground and try to regain his composure, if even only a little bit of it. Taking a deep breath, Kyle suddenly realised that while Luc was asking the questions, Kyle didn't have to tell him the truth in so far as that everyone would find out bits and piceces in the therapy classes. So as long as he only told enough of the truth to make the lie seem plasuible and of course, everyone knew that the best lies were the closest to the truth, then maybe Luc would back off if he seemed honest. So instead, Saint just breathed slow and tried to keep his composure "Who the hell says that people need sex in here? Just because I don't lust after every girl or guy in here don't mean that I'm asexual. Maybe I just got my eye on someone special" he replied, giving a quick glance at Luc, eyes deliberatly doing the body check. Hopefully turning the tables on Luc would help him get out of this situation. After all, that trick had worked outside, maybe it would work here too if Luc had an insecurity about himself. While Kyle may not be as smart as the man he was talking too, you didn't last as long in the Acolytes if you were stupid. Hell, even Primal had his moments in between his outbursts of anger every five minutes. However, the second question that came his way threw him again, the tack changing faster than he had anticipated. "They thought I did some stuff, was with some terrorist group back home in the UK that killed a few people, you know all those supremicist groups that want to wipe out all the humans, so they shuttled me off here as soon as they had the chance. And why are you here, Luc, if your so interested in me?" Saint replied, supressing his nerves as best he could. |
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| Blackout | Mar 10 2009, 09:03 PM Post #18 |
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Kyle’s eyes slid all over Lucian like a hungry dog. It came out of the leftfield, this little distraction. Lucian didn’t enjoy being caught off-guard, although the surprise was nice- it was a rare thing, being smacked in the face with something he wasn’t expecting, and it sent a pleased shiver writhing along his skin. Crawling along his nerves. Delicious. Lucian didn’t discriminate when it came to his victims, which meant he didn’t give a damn whether those poor unfortunates were male or female. Disregarding gender, he’d screw both, watch them crumple beneath his grasp, since life sliding from eyes was fucking exhilarating. Death rattles were little pieces of art in motion. Graceful and disgusting and beautiful and horrendous and oh so goddamn perfect, like smashed porcelain, or broken dolls, and it never mattered whether the mouth that sobbed and pleaded was masculine or feminine. Death was genderless and unprejudiced, unbiased and candid. The only true unknown left to humanity. Dick or tits; everyone bled red. “You might want to be careful what you flirt with,” he said in a dangerous, dirty tone, the kind of tone that could be associated with cuts and bruises, broken bones and rape. Even if the mouse had only been trying to steer Lucian away from dipping his toes into business that wasn’t his, exactly where he was trying to direct it was in a pretty stupid direction, considering where they were. Oh naivety, how temptingly adorable. “Me? Well, I’m just some sort of menace to society.” And he was smiling that grotty smile, the kind that looked like rotten corpses and boiled flesh. |
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| Saint | Mar 30 2009, 08:05 PM Post #19 |
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While Kyle's tactics may have worked like he had wanted them to, sadly he had misjudged his opponent. While Kyle may have had some mental issues, his mind was still in one piece, despite it being twisted and warped from what most people would consider to be a normal mindset. However, it was soon beginning to be apparent to the young Acolyte that his fellow prison mate made him look the paragon of sanity. Shock tactics aside, Kyle's brain started to send him little red flags of warning when Lucian smiled. Not often was Saint scared by his fellow mutants, despite seeing things that would of given him nightmares if he had decided to live a peaceful life and not the one of bloodshed and danger he had chosen. It wasn't so much as a nice image of happiness, rather more like an animal baring its teeth before it attacked and devoured its prey. And right now Kyle wasn't the hunter. The eyes of the man were no better, something amiss in their gaze, like a mirror with a thin crack that is perfect on the surface but underneath is flawed and ready to shatter into many pieces. It was at that moment when Kyle decided that he wouldn't trust this man anymore than he had. While he may not be the smartest guy in the prison, he wasn't that stupid. "Thanks for the tip" Kyle said, making a slight step backwards, Kyle moved further back as he decided to figure out how to make a quick exit from the other mutant. Turning his back and running would be stupid but so would trying to barge past the other imprisoned British mutant. The slight panic in his chest began to reach a fever pitch, ready to boil over if he didn't get away soon. An instant later, Kyle started to walk away from the other mutant, trying not to walk too fast to show his unease. "Well, this has been enlightening, but I should go, bye" he remarked as he left the other mutant alone, not feeling completly safe until he was far away from Lucian. For the rest of the day, Saint would feel that gaze on his skin, like small insects clambering over him, never going away no matter how he scratched. There was no denying that Luc had gotten him scared and Kyle didn't want him to see that. He would find another person to help him. |
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| Blackout | Apr 1 2009, 01:18 PM Post #20 |
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Oh, he’d scared the little thing off. Never mind. There was always next time. It was fun to watch the way that the mouse’s eyes glazed over with a horrified sort of realisation, the same sort of realisation that you’d see in rabbits just before they got spread out like pancakes beneath tyres. Besides, he’d sewn the seeds of discontent. Scattered those spores. They’d take root soon, burrowing their little shoots down and into his belly and there gnarl and contort until they made him sick. Well, that was the idea anyhow. Lucian might have been more careful if he were on the outside, but here it was useless to hammer a long-term mask into place, here where the slime of the world crawled up the walls and made nests out of abhorrence and the macabre. Given enough time, he’d break even the strongest of men. It was all a matter of patience, observation and perseverance. Everyone had something they cared about, even sociopaths and serial killers. Later, next week or next month, whenever, it didn’t matter, he’d try this Kyle on for size once more. See if he couldn’t wiggle further into his skull, like a maggot. Today was a good day. It made him feel like singing a song. Lucian started a leisurely stroll across the grounds, eyes still boring keyholes into Kyle’s back as the younger inmate retreated, and he smiled to himself, as though he knew something others did not, and off key, he hummed, “One, two, three four five, once I caught a fish alive…” |
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