[Day 12] Theatre (Free Shift)

[mazoku_king]

Yuuri had set to cleaning the cages along with Armand. The task had been difficult though, and even without someone he knew trapped inside them, Yuuri had found it emotionally trying. Still he'd continued on and forced himself to do the work. There was no doubt within his mind that he would make sure that everyone who was trapped here and those

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[mr_fangtasia]

Eric found himself in a much better mood as he made his way to the theater. He was quite certain that he had just spoken to one of the only worthwhile individuals in this entire damn prison, and he may have even earned a bit of his trust. If he could make the large alien an ally, then he would be far better of in this place. In his weakened state, he was not nearly as formidable as he would have been back home, and he would need the aid.

The movie had already started when he entered the theater, so it was quite dark. Eric's eyes easily acclimated to the lack of light, however, feeling finally at home in a room filled only with darkness and artificial light. He ignored the rows of seats, and instead moved to a back corner of the room, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes flicked around at the people sitting all around him, trying to pick out faces and relationships.

Finally, when the presence of the humans bored him (which happened rather quickly), he looked back up at the screen only to be instantly surprised. His eyes narrowed dangerously at the sight and his mind quickly set to work to try and make some sense of this.

He had seen this movie. Late night movie theaters had always been a decent place to find a meal - it was dark and the people were distracted by flashing lights and loud noises. It also provided something to do when the nights got boring. This was an old 1950's flick, and he'd already moved to Louisiana when posters had gone up for this movie. He knew that there were other people from other worlds in this prison (obvious from the presence of Tassadar), but this movie was created on Earth, only 60 years before the time he was taken.

Curious, curious.

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[coldestequation]

L was grumbling inwardly about the free shift's event. What a waste of time... watching An Affair to Remember was neither current or relevant. He had tried to get out of it, naturally, but unfortunately, not one of the guards was sympathetic when he collapsed and weakly said that he thought he was allergic to the upholstery in the theater. He'd been carted off to the infirmary, cuffed several times when it was discovered that he had no actual physical symptoms of an allergic reaction, and dragged back to the movie partway through. They set him firmly next to a pale, blond man, handcuffing him firmly to the arm of the seat and leaving.

L tugged softly at the handcuffs, making a soft clinking noise in the otherwise relatively quiet theater. He didn't care one bit what was happening on the screen. He started languidly picking the stuffing out of the seat to his left (not Eric's; the pale man was to his right) and tossing the little fluffy bits carelessly toward the screen.

[mr_fangtasia]

After a guard had irritatingly 'suggested' that he have a seat, Eric had obliged him, not wanted to draw unnecessary attention from the other guards. He was sitting with his arms crossed over his chest, staring blankly at the screen. He wasn't actually watching it (the movie had been stupid the first time), but just trying to pass the time submerged in his thoughts.

However, his train of inner monologue was broken as someone sat down beside him. The boy was quickly handcuffed to the seat just as quickly as he sat down, and Eric found himself rolling his eyes in response.

The vampire quickly found himself even more irritated as the obviously human boy starting throwing chair stuffing through the air. His eyes flicking over to where the boy was sitting, Eric found herself saying, "Bored?" He didn't really want to have any sort of conversation with the young human, he just wanted him to stop throwing shit by his face.

[coldestequation]

One reason L had found himself acting out lately was that he was sick and tired of his efforts coming to nothing. He could throw tantrums, he could run or kick or fold himself up and ignore the world, but in the prison of Hell's Gate, nothing could happen to his advantage. Nothing in the intrinsic structure could be successfully manipulated, and nothing could be changed for the better. In the end, there was poking with a stick and getting bitten, and currently, that was L's experiment. Seeing just how much he could poke Hell's Gate before it bit back.

The inmates were like that, too, and it looked like he'd found the point that the blond man to his right would bite at. He paused halfway through tossing a piece of stuffing, staring at the pale inmate questioningly. What sort of question was that? Of course he was bored. "Yes," he responded simply, scratching his head vigorously. It was too dark to see clearly the color of the man's uniform, and so L decided that it couldn't really hurt to ask. Even if the guards despised him, it wasn't likely that they were going to allow someone to beat him up because they were annoyed with him. L hoped this was the case, at least.

"What did you do?" This was the question he chose to ask even before finding out his movie partner's name. Though L wasn't keen on idle conversation, himself, it sure beat watching old movies.

[mr_fangtasia]

The corner of Eric's mouth curled up in a smirk at the boy's forward answer. At least he was to the point. Most humans were not courteous enough to give straight answers. This one looked like he might be a handful though, and trouble wasn't what Eric needed. If he got into trouble, it would be his own doing, not someone else's.

"What did I do?" he repeated, his eyebrows going up? Apparently, he was referring to why he was in the prison, which only made his smirk grow. "I've done lots of things." Eric could probably find something he'd done in his long lifetime that would put him in any of the wings. "I suppose the prison settled on calling me a pervert, though."

Eric found the pink uniform quite hilarious, actually. How appropriate.

[coldestequation]

L had no problem whatsoever being blunt, frank, and straight to the point. Sometimes, it got him in trouble, especially here, certainly, but it was such an integral part of his personality that to change it would take conscious effort that he didn't particularly feel like expending.

"A pervert?" L asked interestedly, squinting at the uniform and trying to see the pinkish hue. He leaned closer, having no problem invading the other's personal space. "Why would they call you that? It's a bold sort of label, wouldn't you say? Granted, there are some here who deserve it. Do you feel that you're among them?" L had a tendency to look perhaps too interested in whatever he was single-mindedly addressing, and it was certainly the case now.

[mr_fangtasia]

Eric leaned back in his chair as he looked over at the boy, his bright eyes watching him carefully. He was a little bolder than most humans he was used to, and bold humans always reminded him of Sookie. It was unusual for anything to surprise him anymore, and this prison was seemingly full of them.

However, if the boy hadn't been shackled to his seat, Eric probably would have snapped his neck for coming so close as he leaned in to have a better view of his jumpsuit.

"I suppose that it depends on what you consider perverted," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't molest children and I'm not a rapist, so I suppose I don't consider myself one, no."

Chuckling softly to himself, his voice low in his throat, he said, "Really, I should probably be wearing orange, though I suppose nothing here makes much sense."