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?

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[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo turned his head towards the voice and recognised one of the others in a cell nearby. He couldn't see him properly and he really wanted to know if the others were alright, he stood up slowly trying to concentrate.

His brain however was used to him having two legs, and he didn't even manage one step before collapsing. "They..." He whispered through tears, "They are bad people."

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

Dean had seen heartbreaking things before, and seeing that kid turned into something horrible definitely qualified as grade-A heartstring snapper. He leaned back from the glass, feeling all his anger and rage well up somewhere deep inside him. How could they do this to a little kid?

"I believe you, kid. They're the monsters that did this to you. We'll figure something out, though, okay?" He gripped and ungripped his hand reflexively, wishing to slam it into the clear wall but he knew that would just end in pain.

Instead, he focused on Romeo. "Can you walk like that?"

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo nodded, tears running down his face, "Okay," he whispered not fully believing the man but wanting to. "I'm not sure sir," he stood up again with a frown determined to try.

A moment later he was back on the floor and he looked up with a frown. "No sir, I guess not."

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

Sad, and helpless. Angry and rebellious. Dean was all of those negative emotions rolled into a kettle about to whistle loud enough all the angels and gods in the heavens would hear it.

He'd began to think that maybe he never escaped Hell at all, if sitting and watching small children be mutilated was anything to compare it to.

"Just rest then, don't hurt yourself." He hated not knowing how to help and not being able to, more than anything. That's what he was supposed to do, right?

Help people.

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo nodded akwardly, his head rolling as he tried to manage the extra weight of the antlers. "I'll be alright sir." He sat down by the glass panel, tucking his legs underneath him.

"But they took the other man, mister France and they are going to hurt him!"