001 | voice

[nodaisybell]

[The video recorder clicks on but it seems that the owner is a little unfamiliar with the technology, not yet aware that he's even managed to turn his phone on. There isn't much going on as far as background noise; the rustling of those crappy paper robes, the occasional rattling of the metal tray this poor sap is lying on inside of the freezer,

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[hellodeadpeople]

[ OH LOOK. THE FOOTSTEPS HAVE HALTED. In the most sugary of voices ever: ]

Say pleaaaaase.

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[nodaisybell]

[Oh, balls.]

What? No!

[MOST INDIGNANT VOICE EVER.]

[hellodeadpeople]

action foreveeeeer;

[ Footsteps starting up again ]

Enjoy getting frostbite on your junk, then. Later.

[nodaisybell]

Wait- [Legit panic there because like hell is he staying in here. He's not claustrophobic by any means, but this is still fucking creepy.

He grits his teeth and lets out a sharp, agitated exhale.]

Fine. Pretty please with a cherry on damn top let me out of this thing.

[hellodeadpeople]

[ You really need to see this satisfied grin she's got going on, Joker. And because of that, she will now saunter back over to help you out, just so you can. ]

Better be sprinkles too. I'm a sprinkles person.

[ A yank and the door pops upon, followed by another yank and his tray is rolled out. Jack does nothing to hide her elevator eyes. Or the quirked, judgmental, unreadable eyebrow. She's here to make you as uncomfortable as possible while in your birthday suit, bro. ]

[nodaisybell]

[And he comes rolling on out, jerking when it comes to a halt. His eyes are squinted against the sudden light but he's still trying to sit up, just not very fast. Also that uncomfortable plan is working perfectly, since there's a distinct redness to his face that wasn't there before. He's quick to turn so his back is facing Jack, legs dangling off the tray. Yeah, you deal with looking at his flat ass.]

I hate you so much right now.

[Which isn't true but like hell is he going to admit that. Anyway, lowering himself down ever so gently.]

[hellodeadpeople]

[ Enjoy her cackling at you and your embarrassment. Now see her prance around completely unashamed, unlike yoooooou. If anything, she's annoyed the slip is so baggy. ]

Denial looks bad on you, Moreau.

[ Anywho, she's leaving the side of the freezer table and wandering on over to the piles of surgical tools, picking up a bone saw and looking for a place on her person to attach it. 8(a Why don't paper slips have pockets... ]

[nodaisybell]

[He's keeping his eyes mostly averted, if not at eye level. Jack could go dance through a field of flowers right now, wouldn't matter. He's got all the shame and this situation is almost too embarrassing to be real.]

And here I thought this color was just unflattering.

[He reaches up to adjust his hat, forgetting it's gone for all of a second. His hand falls limply to his side with an irritated frown. And it dawns on him to check out that toe tag so he takes a knee, yanks the slip of paper off.]

[hellodeadpeople]

[ Oh look, a scalpel too, that'll be handy. Don't mind Jack while she picks up a small arsenal before turning back to Gimpy McNopants. At which point she stops. Stares. Blinks. ]

Heeeey, you're not bald.

[ A snort of a laugh before she shrug, walking towards the morgue doors. ]

Come on, let's go find you a skirt or something before your maidenly shame suffocates you.

[nodaisybell]

Yeah, pretty sure we've been over this. Except you didn't believe me.

[He checks over the toe tag, raising an eyebrow at the information. Nice creepy vibe this place has going here. He crumples up the paper, but holds onto it anyway.

He stands, slowly, and starts limping after Jack.]

Only if you wear a tux to cover up your manly body, dude.

[hellodeadpeople]

Not the blind faith kind of person, Moreau.

[ There's a snort at the last comment while she makes her beeline towards the doors. ]

I would rock a tux. [ And there's an awkward kind of half-trip as her foot catches on the toetag she's just now noticed. She takes a moment to pluck the thing off, examine it. The humor from her expression fades. ]

Who the fuck knows I'm Subject Zero?

[nodaisybell]

Go out on a limb next time. Then you can avoid this me proving you wrong thing in the future.

[He does his best to keep up, tailing behind her right up until she stumbles over herself. A quick, cursory glance at his palm-not that he isn't curious about hers, but pushing seems like a bad idea-before offering his own up to her.

Not a peace offering, more like an acknowledgement that her privacy has been breached.]

Same person who has dossiers on all of us, I guess.

[hellodeadpeople]

Nah, I'm more the hands on learning type.

[ She takes a glance at his tag, eyes narrowed, before giving a derisive snort. ]

Fuckin' Illusive man. Whatever. Don't even care. [ And off goes the tag to the closest trash can. This is bullshit. ]