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Day One; [Open]
Topic Started: Jan 27 2009, 04:12 AM (390 Views)
Jason Matthews
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Time of Day: Noon
Place in time-line: January 9 (one week after Just Do Your Job)



Jason didn't know what time it was. Or day. For the first time in what felt like weeks, Jason stepped into genuine sunlight. His time being transported to the CAGE was painful if nothing else. The sedatives that worked like a charm on the other inmates had been rendered useless on Cutter; his mutation simply absorbed the chemicals for later use. Instead they opted to knock him unconscious. Over and over again. At one point he woke up and found a null bracelet on his wrist, but by then the guard had grown fond of their new methods, and promptly shoved the but of his gun into Jason’s skull. By the time he was led to the grounds, his face was black and blue, and he had a tender lump on the back of his head. For several minutes, he just stood there, searching for either Saint or Rage. He felt the tip of a gun jab him in his back, and at that moment, the severity of the situation he’d placed himself in became a reality, and he started wishing that he’d politely declined Magneto’s mission. Somebody like Primal or Black Tom would surely have been a better choice.

Jason began walking forward with no destination in mind, just looking at the other mutants held in the aptly named CAGE. He was careful, his eyes only stalling on prisoners who weren’t looking back at him. He didn’t feel like making eye contact and end up with somebody pissed at him from day one. Instead, he walked around the edge of the grounds.

Eventually he found an empty table. Jason had no idea how long everybody was to be on the grounds before retreating to their respective cells, but he hoped it wouldn’t be an overly long wait.
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Sack
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( YOU FORGOT THE TIMESTAMP. SCOTT WILL BE DISPLEASED.)

"Hey, hey, hey, look at the fresh meat."

Sack's blue face lifted itself from the cards on the table, the shine of the light allowing the transparency of his flesh to show off the skull underneath the gelatine-like substance that was his body. Purple hair stood on end in a disgusting display of gooey tendrils twisted together. His yellow and violet eyes scanned the crowd. "Where is he, Mold?"

"Over there," the mutant replied, pointing towards a solitary young man who was settling onto a new table. "He's been walkin' around the grounds like a lost puppy."

"Oh yeah? I should go treat that puppy to a snack. Put a cute little collar on him," Sack said rather perversely, his blue tongue tracing his lower lip. "Oh yeah, he's a cute one." Although he wasn't into the boys, Sack played the part. Well, that part was just being a creeper. He was good at that. His stature and physical appearance gave off a deathly and disgusting air (after all, you could see his bones and he was made of Jell-O). It was all good. Made people listen to him. "Deal me out -- gonna pull on his ear." Sack told his fellow Gene Nation members, standing up from the table.

Sack walked in a straight line, deliberately and purposefully, only moving when another mutant was in his way. After all, bumping shoulders with anyone could be considered a challenge or a threat for dominance, and not all people here were part of Gene Nation. It sucked, really, that these mutants wanted to follow some other dillusional faction when the true heirs to the planet were here.

"Stephen," Sack said, walking past one of the guards nonchalantly. The guard, whose name was actually Garret, gave Sack a look as he walked by, then moved on with his duty.

Making his way towards the table, Sack suddenly hopped up onto the same bench that Jason had taken occupancy up on. "Hey bitch!" he said in a formally disturbing greeting. "You're pretty cute. Ever been fucked by a mutant before?" He said this with a morbid grin, appearing somewhat crazy perhaps.
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Jason Matthews
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Jason saw him coming by the time the transparent mutant was a quarter of the way, though it wasn't as though the transparent mutant was trying to hide his approach. Jason searched his immediate surroundings for anything to distract himself. Finding nothing, he decided to focus on the laceless slipper-things on his feet. A part of his mind found comfort in the fact that there was a few guards watching. At least it did, until the rational part decided that the guards probably wouldn't intervene in any efficient manner should a conflict arise. The absence of some sort of knife and his abilities pained the young mutant. The fact that all the other inmates were similarly disabled seemed somehow insignificant at the moment.

Cutter’s eyes wandered from his shoes to anything nearby he could use to bash somebody over the head if a fight started, but saw nothing he could grab in a hurry. The chairs weren’t made of wood, that could be easily broken, or metal, that he could fold and swing. No. They were all made out of the same, stiff, unwieldy, flesh-colored plastic.

Jason was aware when Sack perched himself on the same bench, and yet he still flinched—very slightly, but still—when the unsightly mutant spoke. The words didn't surprise him in the least; such innuendo was to be expected in a prison. Even one that was supposed to house beings superior to the human race. Apparently some of Magneto's Homo superior hadn't evolved very far beyond the primates. Cutter faced Sack with a grin that existed not to show genuine amusement or arrogance, but to hide his distaste.

"I'm not sure, but if I ever feel the urge to fuck a jello-shot, I'll give you a call."
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Sack
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(Cutter said it was cool for Sack to rough him up)

Sack's beligerent grin only grew when he caught the faintest of flinches from this new kid. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun. Sack had been in CAGE long enough to know who were the weak runts and who were the actually tough guys. This kid, right now, was getting stuck under the 'runt' category. Oh... those runts. They're always so cute and fun to torment. This kid wasn't going to be any different.

Smiling still, Sack's purple and blue head tipped to the side, transparent eyelids blinking over the yellow cornea of his eyes, their residual glow still shining through. He looked at this kid, all too amused. The boy had no idea who he was talking to, did he? No, but at least he had the balls to face Sack.

"I'm not sure, but if I ever feel the urge to fuck a jello-shot, I'll give you a call."

"Oh yeah?" Sack asked, feigning being insulted, his violet and yellow eyes casting a glance upwards to the flourescent lighting that mocked the outside sun. "Let me give you my number!"

Instantly his hand launched itself outwards, grabbing ahold of the boy's new jumpsuit. With an aggressive yank, Sack forced Cutter onto to the tabletop. Sack wasted no time climbing on top of the boy, rather blatantly straddling the younger mutant. Sack had no shame. Sack's left, gooey hand pushed down on Cutter's chest, assuring him being pinned, while the right pulled back a bit.

"Let's see! Judging by your," the right hand came down, the blue appendage slapping itself flat-palmed to Cutter's left cheek (not hard, just like the kind you're getting someone's attention), "pussy-willow amount of stubble, I'm going to guess you just came out of pre-school and are going through the 'I'm a bitch and a tool' stage of your life'." The hand came back, backhanding (again, not hard) Cutter's other cheek. "You think you're a pretty boy," another slap ," and you're hot stuff, right? Yeah, I'm totally right." Again the hand came. "Too pretty -- are you crazy? No, you would've hit me already. LD50's not the place for you -- damn you'd get fucked so hard by the spaz." Sack's playful slapping continued, his yellow eyes examining Cutter, sizing the kid up. "You ain't no Red October either -- look like some pint-sized emo bitch, though!"

The slapping hand suddenly stopped, reaching up to give Cutter's bald head a turn. "Bet 'cher gonna miss those pretty flowing locks here, huh? Gonna get it shaved. You don't have any other deformaties... I wonder... got a screw coming out of your ass?" Sack gave Cutter a wild looks. "Should I check? Should I?"

He looked up suddenly, his chin raising towards a tall, brutish man that had been walking over here. "Hey! HEY! Hey Ingrid! You think I should check? Yeah? What's that? HEY! FUCK YOU! GO JIZZ ON A TURTLE! What? I don't know what it means. No I don't mean go jizz on Matt, he's a mutant with a shell, not a turtle. Just go do it! Anyways," he looked back down to Cutter, his aggressive notions stopping for a moment. "Ever been to prison? There's rules here. Learn 'em. I wouldn't try fightin' back with me either. See that big green dude over there? That's my man -- he'll eat you. So will that fuck-a-nut guy in solitary (but we don't talk about him). I just saved your ass. You owe me now. Whether I want my big ol' blue balls sucked -- trust me, they aren't a myth -- or need you to stab someone, you'll do it." Sack never bothered to point out who he saved Cutter from, but it was probably just a lie. Sack... actually didn't even cover what he was doing besides beating the kid up some. Guards didn't pay much mind to it either.
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Jason Matthews
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Sack's obviously fake cheerfulness made the young mutant a little uneasy. That was probably the point, and Jason knew it, but it worked anyway. It was quick, and if Jason wasn't so put off by the first few hours in the CAGE, he might have been able to react, maybe even retaliate, but as it was, he found himself on his back on a table, Sack's weight pinning him down just as he was getting up. He didn't even bother trying to get the larger mutant off, simply taking a second to catch his breath and speak, an uncharacteristic grin on his face. "Why so impatient? It’s not like either of us are going anywhere soon.”

If this was how Sack was gonna act, tossing little verbal and physical jabs, then Jason could handle it. He would take the shallow affliction to his pride and continue his life. As the ignorant mutant continued speaking (Jason could hear him, but wasn’t listening anymore), Jason reminded himself of his purpose, and his scratched and bruised pride began to heal. It wasn’t until Sack twisted his head that he focused back on the mutant on top of him, having been slapped about five or six times by now. Something about his hair, then about a screw and his—wait, what?

Should I check? Should I?

Oh, hell no.
Jason had known the dangers of willingly venturing into an inescapable prison of dangerous mutants. He knew that, as a younger guy stripped of his powers, he was going to get pushed around. That was something he was prepared to put up with in order to help bring mutants the supremacy they deserved. Rape was simply NOT something he was going to just take, he didn’t give the slightest damn what Sack had saved him from. The transparent mutant started on something else, but Jason was only halfway paying attention, focusing instead on how much he could move. The instant he got some proper leverage, he’d find a way to get the humanoid jello-shot off his chest, then find something to swing at him. Anything would do, as long as he could chuck it directly at Sack’s highly visible skull.

“Go find somebody else to suck your dick. That shit ever comes near my mouth, and I’ll bite it off.”
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Sack
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Why so impatient? It's not like either of us are going anywhere soon.

"Damn right, my bitch. You're going to lay there and take it like a man," Sack sneered in return, his hand coming down on Cutter's cheek again. "Or, well.. a really girlish boy. Dainty, aren't ya?" Sack chuckled like a mad fool, proceeding to continue ranting on how he was going to bend Cutter over and pull that screw or cork out of his ass. Sack had no idea what even he was saying -- why should he? Measures of insanity were everywhere in the CAGE. Everywhere. There was a whole fucking gang of psychopaths in the CAGE. Oh yeah, Sack probably would've fit in with them just fine. The only big difference was that they were all closer to the human race than he was. They were what Gene Nation called 'normies'. Freaks of mutations. Mutants of mutants. Poor evidence that the mutant race was hardly progressing anywhere. Without physical mutations, what good could they even be?

Go find someone else to suck your dick. That shit ever comes near my mouth, and I'll bite it off.

"WOAH! Step back now, this kitty's got claws!" Sack said with cruel glee. "Who said anything about dicks? I said balls. Big. Blue. Balls." Pushing down on Cutter's chest, Sack lifted himself up, standing over the new kid like a triumphant king. "If you want dicks, fine. Here we go!"

Hands working at the jumpsuit they were all forced to wear, Sack stripped. That's right. He stripped. Right in front of fucking everyone. Even out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a few mutants look his way; a few looked interested, but mostly disgusted. "Yeah! Here comes the big one!" he said, dropping trow. Still standing over Cutter, Sack would present himself to Cutter like the jail whore. Of course, everyone knew differently. Anyways, Sack's big, blue, dic-- "OH SHIT! MY DICK!" he screamed in feigned panic.

Instead of the typical sexual organs of the regions, Sack's loins were completely smoothed over. All that could be seen was the unqiuely blue protoplasmic base of his body, bearing a transparent hue. In there, his skeletal structure was clearly visible, white bones holding together his protoplasmic skeleton. But, yeah. No balls, no dick; not visible anyways. Smoothed over like a ho' freshly shaved.

"Guys! What happened to my dick?!" Sack said, literally turning and walking on Cutter. There were a lot of disturbed groans, as well as a few laughs.

"Fucking Sack, put your pants back on."

"Dammit man, that's fucking sick."

"He's doing it again?"

"Like a baby's bottom."

"I'd hit that."

"You're fucking gay, dude."

All comments from the crowd.

Sneering still, Sack crouched, glowing eyes looking at Cutter. "Welcome to CAGE. Wait, did I say that already?"
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