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[beretta92s]

[She fiddles around with the communicator on her wrist, trying to figure out exactly how to turn it on]

What kind of sick fucking joke is this? Shouldn't I be getting a free phone call or some shit?

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[bigfuckingsword]

[some crackling from the wrist-thing and - ohay he can hear you!]

...Hello? I don't know about free calls, but I can hear you.

[beretta92s]

[hears his voice and jumps; but shouts into the communicator back at him]

Holy shit! What the fuck is this... [starts inspecting her communicator again]

[bigfuckingsword]

Ouch, my ears.

I think it's what it looks like.

[beretta92s]

So this shithole gives us communicators but not a free phone call. Fuckin' grand.

[bigfuckingsword]

I don't think our captors are obliged to give us anything. I'd be glad I'm still alive if I were you.

[beretta92s]

[She grunts in response, knowing it's true even if she doesn't want to admit it]

You would think they'd at least tell us why the fuck we're here.

[bigfuckingsword]

A better question is probably, who are "they"? I had a hunch, but I'm starting to think I'm way off.

[beretta92s]

I couldn't tell yah who the fuck they are, but I swear when I get my cutlasses back I'll just kill 'em.

[bigfuckingsword]

Heh... That sounds kinda like the plans I'm used to.

Cloud, by the way. My name.

[beretta92s]

[chuckles]

I'm Revy.

[bigfuckingsword]

[Weird names are common here.]

I should assume you're locked in a cell too, right?

[beretta92s]

Yeah, plus they took my pack of cigs and my cutlasses.

[bigfuckingsword]

They took my sword and - well, I bet everything else on me was taken by someone else I know. I don't see any air ducts in here, either. Any ideas?

[beretta92s]

Well they gotta feed us eventually. Maybe we can grab whoever comes around unless it's that piece of shit robot.

[bigfuckingsword]

Hn. Waiting...

[sits himself down in his corner next to the bars]

[beretta92s]

Trust me I fuckin' hate waiting but unless you got a better plan this is all we got.