Give me back my pants. >[

[escapedpandora]

[WHO] escapedpandora and anyone else near his cell.
[WHERE] Facility cells
[WHEN] Day 22 when he first wakes up again
[STYLE] Prose
[RATING] PG-13 depending on other people's language?
[STATUS] Open

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[gunsandswords]

Since the same instant that he had woken up, Nero had been pounding the door to what appeared to be his cell mercilessly with that arm of his. The fact that it was exposed to the world bothered him. He had gotten over the original shock of having had his clothing stripped and changed from his person without knowing, but was feeling paranoid at these motives.

Where the hell was everyone and why the hell had he been treated like some animal. At certain hard punch with his Devil Bringer, he stared at the hand for a few moments. It had stopped glowing for some reason, he wasn't causing the damage he tended to cause. Had something happened? It couldn't necessarily break he knew that. His thoughts were interrupted by a shout next door.

"You don't have to scream so loud, I can hear you perfectly from this side of the wall!"

Nero was an unhappy devil-boy but somehow, he was more upset to know that there were other people in the same boat. He was used to this sort of stuff because of what he seemed to be, but he didn't like other people getting into these affairs. Zombies wasn't exactly something he could pinpoint the blame to but this was definitely unholy and it had something to do with him... somehow.

"You okay? You hurt?" He left the door with one last glare and walked over to the wall. "I'm in the cell right next to you."

[escapedpandora]

Hope looked up from the door nervously, but after a moment of deliberation, approached the wall as well. How many people were here?

"I'm okay, I think." His neck just felt funny. And he wasn't very happy about not having his clothes. He never really thought about how much he normally wore until now.

He pressed a bare hand (he never noticed how much he missed his gloves before) hesitantly against the wall and crouched down. "What happened? I just... there were these soldiers, and..." He swallowed nervously. "I don't know what's going on."

[gunsandswords]

Who ever this stranger was on the other side of the wall, they sounded incredibly young to Nero. It was almost disheartening, his Devil Bringer balled up into a fist as the red nails scraped along the surface of the wall. As angry as Nero could get, he didn't like seeing kids getting hurt. He could almost hear Kyrie's long lectures on child abuse in his head.

Kyrie...

"It's okay, I-I don't know where we are but we're fine." He assured him trying to believe his own words. He didn't like lying, it was one of the reasons he never bothered and stayed bad at it. "You hurt in some way?"

The first thing he had done after figuring out he was practically naked underneath this damned robe was make sure he wasn't missing anything. There was only something fishy going on with his normal hand. It felt sore as if something had been inserted in there. As long as that was all that was wrong, he could live with it.

[escapedpandora]

He shook his head, but then winced at the slight sting from the back of his neck. "I don't think so."

He rubbed at the back of his neck, though, unused to not wearing his scarf. Or not having his gloves. This... first thing if (when) he got out, he was going to look for his clothes again. Scarf, gloves, shoes... pants.

He pressed against the wall again, feeling exposed and alone, despite knowing that there were people around him.

"I'm Hope." He offered, quieter now.

[gunsandswords]

When he got his answer, Nero shifted where he kneeled and sat with his back against the wall, blue eyes looking around at the sealing as he heaved a sigh in relief. As long as the kid wasn't hurt, he felt a bit more optimistic. When he heard that voice again.

"The names Nero." He responded, tilting his head slightly to make sure the guy could hear him. "Nice name, Hope."

Hope. He wasn't going to tell him that it sounded like a girls name to him but it didn't stop him from thinking. He looked down at his lack of pants and sighed.

"Hey, do you by any chance have any clothes on you? I got stuck with a damned robe." It was cold in here, dammit.

[escapedpandora]

Hope shook his head. "They took my clothes, too. I think we're all stuck in here like this." It was embarrassing, especially with the camera on the ceiling, but he couldn't yet figure out how to disable it. He'd have to move the bed and maybe a few other things and see if he could cover the camera or something...

He glared up at the camera. "It'd be nice to have pants, though."

The entire room felt a little too much like a mental institution to him, with its closed doors and white walls. At the very least, couldn't their captors have made it so they could see outside somehow? He didn't like feeling like he was alone and talking with himself.

[gunsandswords]

"I hear that." He responded to the pants comment feeling far too exposed for his taste. He didn't mind running around shirtless from time to time but this was over exaggerating. Was changing their entire wardrobe necessary? Had who ever done it seen everything?

Hands came up to pull the robe tighter around him, he glared at that vent and eyed that camera.

"I wonder, if I get to sabotage that camera will they come to replace it? That might be a good way to escape." And whatever chains he had in his head began to turn.

It sounded easy enough: break the camera, beat up the guards that come to fix it, steal the keys, save the guy next door, and run like hell to the closest exit. Yeah, it sounded easy enough.

"I'm going to try it. You have one too?"

[escapedpandora]

"Yeah." The glint of the camera lens was hard to ignore. "But what if they're listening to us, too?"

He curled his hands up, trying to ignore the strong black marks on his wrist. He averted his eyes to stare at the metal door, wishing he had his gloves back yet again the past few minutes.

"I was wondering if there are any blind spots, though." He admitted. "Or if we could at least cover it."

He hadn't the faintest clue how he was going to get out, but he didn't want to wait for Lightning to come for him. Again. He rubbed at his neck again and noticed a slight bump. Was that what was aching? A bite? He really hoped there weren't an Infected mosquitoes or anything.