⊗01 || Holo || Sanctuary || Arrival Post
" - Have to learn to keep it under... control." Charles let his train of thought taper off with the startling realization that he was quite suddenly alone. Not only alone, but very much not where he had been just seconds before. His brows knit together, eyes sweeping around the metallic chamber, instantly on guard. His expression set into a slightly crooked frown when his eyes finally caught sight of the alien looking machine above him. How had they found him so quickly? They had been careful to keep attention away from them. He had shielded their appearance and made certain to avoid anyone who even let a passing thought of the CIA wander through their minds. Cold blue eyes sought out any form of camera, settling for the device above him as he tipped his head up, not making a move from the platform. If they expected him to scamper around like a frightened mouse they were going to be disappointed.
"Clever. I suppose you are learning from your mistakes after all, though obviously not well enough if you believe you can hold me here for long. Do you really need a second demonstration?" He held the false confidence in his voice, hiding the fear that was building in his chest to the best of his abilities. Not again. He could only hope the others had escaped. "Is this how things are going to work this time? A room with no doors? You think keeping people out of here will keep me from getting out? Someone will have to come in, eventually." He did not want a repeat of the last escape. His conscience could not handle it. A weary tone fell into his voice when he spoke again.
"Why are you doing this? What could you possibly hope to gain that you did not from the last time you held us? It isn't necessary. We should be working together, not against one another. Our differences do not need to make us your enemies." He swallowed the apprehension, stepping down from the platform carefully. A curious eye turned briefly toward the pedestal before he was back to studying the walls and the strange device hanging from the ceiling. After a moment he reached toward the device, freezing at the sight of the bracelet on his wrist. "...What?" His brows knit together again, studying the strange bracelet on his wrist. Was this some new form of their mind games? He ran his fingers over it, distress level rising at the way it was fused to his skin. Metallic room... metallic device... metal bracelet. His voice dropped to little more than a confused whisper, barely even audible over his breathing.
"Erik?"
"Clever. I suppose you are learning from your mistakes after all, though obviously not well enough if you believe you can hold me here for long. Do you really need a second demonstration?" He held the false confidence in his voice, hiding the fear that was building in his chest to the best of his abilities. Not again. He could only hope the others had escaped. "Is this how things are going to work this time? A room with no doors? You think keeping people out of here will keep me from getting out? Someone will have to come in, eventually." He did not want a repeat of the last escape. His conscience could not handle it. A weary tone fell into his voice when he spoke again.
"Why are you doing this? What could you possibly hope to gain that you did not from the last time you held us? It isn't necessary. We should be working together, not against one another. Our differences do not need to make us your enemies." He swallowed the apprehension, stepping down from the platform carefully. A curious eye turned briefly toward the pedestal before he was back to studying the walls and the strange device hanging from the ceiling. After a moment he reached toward the device, freezing at the sight of the bracelet on his wrist. "...What?" His brows knit together again, studying the strange bracelet on his wrist. Was this some new form of their mind games? He ran his fingers over it, distress level rising at the way it was fused to his skin. Metallic room... metallic device... metal bracelet. His voice dropped to little more than a confused whisper, barely even audible over his breathing.
"Erik?"