snowblindrpg | [log] Noisy Black, Part One [closed]

[Being Magenta Magenta is a difficult way of living, because sometimes it entails having to do absolutely inane things just to see if you can. Immediately after waking up and assessing the bare bones of the situation, he attempts to break down the bars using assorted parts of his body.

After a few minutes of haphazardly running into the bars, he decides that maybe he should stop: an unusual display of restraint. Only then does he really process that there's other people around.]

...Good news, fellas! You can't bust down those bars. Just thought I'd go ahead and let y'all know.

[And then:]

Ow.

[ He could probably already hear Sylar chuckling a few cells down. ]

Hey, if you didn't try, we wouldn't know. I was wondering if any of these were at enough of an angle to squeeze through. Guessing not, though.

Well, it ain't not possible. I'm a man of relative size height-wise, so maybe a smaller person could slide on through. Doesn't look like it'll work for me, though, which it a bit disappointin'. Do you wanna have a go at it?

Nah, there's no way. My shoulders are too wide for any open spots here, even if the rest of me is skinny as a rail. I'll look over it for any bad welding, but I don't think I'm getting out of here for awhile.

It's not like any jail I've ever been in, and I've been in quite a number! Kinda cozy, honestly. I'm in no big rush to leave, but it's a little strange. Don't suppose you have anything of yours with you? I don't have a single damn thing, 'sides from this...well, it's some kind of shirt, and a bracelet.

Nope, nothing over here, either. The shirt looks like a hospital gown to me. Which is honestly pretty darn ominous.

The heat's nice for now, though, definitely.

I don't know about ominous. I'm honestly more worried about where my actual clothes have run off to, because I was sort of growin' fond of them. I hope I get them back, when whatever this is gets done--assumin' it does! Maybe we'll all just starve here.

[He sounds almost amused.]

And then we'll all wake up somewhere else, clean and cold. That seems to be the way things work 'round here. Hey, you have a bracelet too, yeah? With your name?

Yep. And some other gibberish letters.

I guess it's only ominous because hospital gowns are mostly worn for surgery. Considering none of us need surgery, it doesn't seem like it's going a good place.

But yeah, I hope I get my stuff back after this, too.

Well. I would say we all could use a little pokin' around. Ain't we full'a bugs, or whatever? It's a word I can't remember. Whatever, I wouldn't turn down some surgery--if not for the bugs, then for my other number of physical problems. Maybe we're just gettin' a little bit of treatment, that's all.

...I mean, that's a stupid idea, but I do like it.

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That does not sound like good news to me.

[ Not that the Cat can be bothered trying to do more than slip between the bars. ]

It's good news, 'cause it means you don't have to waste your time tryin' to get out! Like I did. I took one for the team.

I see. [ That is a profound waste of time and energy. ] That was very generous of you.

Yep! I just thought I'd try it out, but...you know. It is metal, I reckon, and awful hard to bust open. Maybe someone else will have a tad better luck.

Perhaps, perhaps not. I am certainly much weaker than you are, so I would have no luck trying to force an escape.

Aw, don't sell yourself short! I ain't 'specially strong myself, you know. And if you're smaller'n I am, you might be able to slide on through, though it's probably a little tight.

I have tried. The bars of my cage are too narrow.

Ah, well--it was worth a shot! I guess, anyways. I reckon whoever stuck us in here thought that we might slide through real slick-like, even us skinny ones. I reckon they thought of everything.

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Your definition of 'good news' may need work, depending on whose side you're on.

[Rhys casts a languid look over, to see who's causing the chaos.]

Any luck with the ceiling? Pretty sure the floor's concrete so that's out.

Oh, I haven't tried the ceiling! Don't know if I can quite reach, but--oh, maybe if I climb on one of these? Or up the bars, like some kind of goddamn monkey. I need a bit of a rest, though! Tired as hell. And I don't know how well I could climb, anyways. Have a shit foot, and all.

[There's vague sounds of shifting around, though he doesn't seem to be doing anything just yet.]

I don't think I've met you before, though. Are you one of those text-only folks?

Hey, I might be able to get up there, but give me a few minutes to limber up. You take a break.

Good thing it's warm in here. Could not fucking do this cold.

[He gives a long, languid stretch. Sorry for the peepshow, guys, but this is for everyone's good, right? Escape.]

Nah, not text-only, but I've been here for like, two days, and mostly just...trying to get my shit together. So, uh, nice to meet you.

God, you're right. Would be im-fucking-possible out there in the snow, probably! Or even inside, 'cause it's still cold. Don't know how they got it so warm in here. It feels like...mm, maybe not quite summer, but a nice spring day. April.

[--Yep, sure a peepshow. He's not looking over there again. Probably.]

Well, it's sure nice to meet you, too! I'm Magenta. That's...my name, I mean. Also, this is a weird thing--bein' locked up, I mean. Hasn't happened in the couple months I've been kickin' around here.

Or it could just be that they have a heater running. Definitely a nice change of pace, though.

[It's mild, though, and amused. Magenta reminds him a little of an old friend of his, and it's comforting.]

So this kind of thing has happened before? No one seems to think it's a good sign, but I haven't been here long enough.

[Okay, stretching done. He examines the bars for the sturdiest corner, then faces into the corner and starts pulling himself up the bars, bracing with his bare feet as he goes.

He wouldn't try this if it was more than a few feet, but it's a few feet, and he's limber as hell. It only takes him a couple of pulls to get himself close enough to the top to push on the ceiling tile, trying to force it up enough to crawl through.

...which doesn't happen.]

Well, fuck. Nope.

[He glances out, and makes a public service announcement to the rest of the captives:]

Ceiling's blocked, too. For what it's worth.

A heater. Right! I reckon that makes sense.

[He doesn't reckon anything of the sort, because he doesn't know what a heater is, but he accepts it all the same. Surely this newcomer knows more about the situation than Magenta does. Most people tend to know more about things in general than Magenta does.]

Nothin' like this has really happened before, as far as I know! Mostly it's just been...you know, hallucinations, and things like that. Fake things. Or real things, but those happen where you are, you know? I've never been brought anywhere and locked up. Feels like I'm getting arrested all over again.

[Magenta watches as best as he can with interest, occasionally glancing up at his own ceiling.]

Well, that was worth a shot! Guess we're really locked in here.

If this is a hallucination, I am really impressed, I gotta say.

[It probably isn't. But he chuckles.]

Yeah. I think reality is pretty universal. Except when you come to a weird place like this and it's nothing like where you were. Then you have to wonder. But I'm starting to get rug burn on my ass, so that feels pretty real.

[He quirks his eyebrows over at his new companion. Hey, they have a few things in common, it seems!]

You get arrested a lot?

Yeah...well, I don't know. I've seen some fairly crazy things over the past couple months, here'n elsewhere, and I just...shit, I don't know. It's hard to figure out what's real and what's not.

[He raps his knuckles against the bars, frowning.]

These also feel pretty real. I reckon if this were one'a those hallucinations, I could just walk right through 'em. Like a ghost. Not that I really believe in ghosts, but...fuck it, it might as well be possible here, right? I've not been in a doubtin' mood lately. You see a lot of weird shit here.

[He delicately clears his throat at the following question, looking everywhere except in the vague direction of his new acquaintance.]

I mean...as a kid, yeah. Haven't gotten in any real trouble for 'round...ten years? Maybe that's generous. Let's go for seven. I did work for the government; I don't tangle with the law as much as I used to.

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