Captivity

[animusmods]

Characters: Romeo, France, Milagro, Ψiioniic, Germany, Kanaya, Romana, Dean
Setting: cells
Format: either
Summary:Welcome to captivity.
Warnings: drama/angst/horror
Note: Please use the provided subthreads to keep things somewhat organized.


You awake in a cell. It's perfectly white, seemingly scrubbed impossibly clean, and instead of bars a sheet of glass or plastic--it's hard to tell--covers the only exit. The cell block itself is really a cell circle--while each person is in their own cell, they can see all the others, the circle only broken by a hallway leading to a closed elevator door.

No unusual powers or abilities work, and any object that grants such skills has been removed.

Speak to your fellow captives?

Comments

[princesslantern.livejournal.com]

What the---

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[He'd been in a few nasty situations involving captivity in his day, enough that when he awoke he lay there trying to adjust to the blankness that was the cell block. He heard voices now but unlike many of the murmurs that came from the phantoms they were much more tangible - some of them even familiar, and all of them confused.

A slur of Spanish caught his attention -- none of them nice words, either; sitting up slowly to look through the doorway in hope of finding something. A jolt across from him turns his attention toward the girl he'd heard earlier, simply raising a questioning brow at her. It was pretty obvious she hadn't a clue, either.]

Fantastic. [And now he's muttering to himself, giving the scrubbed cell a once over...numerous times, that is]

[princesslantern.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[He watched her, wincing at the failed escape attempts with every solid-sounding thwack; shaking his head. He was relieved, albeit for a few selfish reasons, when she simply took to chit-chat]

Chut! Are you trying to injure yourself? [backing up mentally, he sighed and rationalized that not all were like his kind and a panic-worthy situation would result in well, panic] I've not met you yet. Have you recently arrived to the Tower?

[Partly curious, partly attempting at reasoning out any similarities between those in the cell block]

[princesslantern.livejournal.com]

No, I'm trying to get out.

I got here two weeks ago, but I've been too busy trying to get out to meet people. Milagro Reyes, Space Sector 2184.

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

If they got us so easily, and let us face the fact it was, they are not going to make it easy to escape. [toes the glass...plastic, whatever with a grimace; snort] Ah, relatively new then. I could say the pleasure is all mine. Under better circumstances, of course.

[He gave her a wane smile] France. If it's easier you can call me Francis. [He almost looks amused; might as well find something funny out of all of this] Just... Earth, non? A little earlier than you.

[headtilt] By a lot... You do know you're just going to hurt your fingers if you continue that.

[princesslantern.livejournal.com]

I didn't think it was going to be easy, geez!

Earth is in Space Sector 2184. I'm from Texas. There's got to be a way out. There always is. I've just got to find it.