Too low
There’d been a time when Zero had considered spoons the strangest form of torture he’s been subject to, but, as it turned out, that was only strange by the O.Z.’s standards. Here, though, they had men whose mouths moved faster than his ears were capable of following along with.
Zoning him out didn’t help. He went on and on…AND ON; strange reference after strange reference spewing past his lips, zipping right over Zero’s head. The man claimed to be a viewer of some kind. Not quite like the viewers back home, but still a nuisance; something a bit subhuman that would have been much better off in a cage than he was, in his opinion.
If he really could read people, knew and saw things that the average person didn’t or couldn’t, he wondered what that meant for him. Azkadellia had shielded his mind against such things a long time ago, but what about here, on the island? Or whatever this place was.
The man probably would have been a lot less cheery if he knew that Zero had killed him five times over in his own imagination since he’d been there -- the most recent scenario ending with that pen he kept tap-tap-taping away winding up lodged in some cranial orifice or another.
Sighing heavily, the Longcoat kept to the rear wall of his cell, seated in a corner at an attempt to keep as far away from the other man as the small space would allow. Had they run out of ‘sane’ guards?
There was a welcomed lull in the chatter, Zero considered the possibility that the man had worn himself out, but he should have known better; he didn’t have that kind of luck.
He didn’t recognize the song - clearly something from the Other Side - but the words… He could feel scenario number six coming on.
"I'm too low for zero
I'm on a losing streak
I got myself in a bad patch lately
I can't seem to get much sleep
I'm too low for zero
I wind up counting sheep
Nothing seems to make much sense
It's all just Greek to me
You know I'm toooooo low, toooooo low, toooooo low for zero
You know I'm toooooo low, toooooo low, toooooo low for zero"
Zero stared, bewildered, his face screwed up in a mix of confusion and disdain as the man danced along to his own singing, the little rodent on his shoulder holding on for dear life as it was jostled about.
"Come on, man, don’t be a sulky salamander. Join in! You'll feel better for it. It's Elton John!"
Who...?
Was this kind of punishment even legal?
[Visit Zero or Shawn at the prison XD Shawn can be found outside for a breather or inside; Zero's stuck inside, obvs. Assume another IPD member is partnered with Shawn so he's not on duty alone, or, if you ARE IPD, you're free to assume your pup IS that poor bastard partner for the day. Song is Too Low for Zero by Elton John.]
Zoning him out didn’t help. He went on and on…AND ON; strange reference after strange reference spewing past his lips, zipping right over Zero’s head. The man claimed to be a viewer of some kind. Not quite like the viewers back home, but still a nuisance; something a bit subhuman that would have been much better off in a cage than he was, in his opinion.
If he really could read people, knew and saw things that the average person didn’t or couldn’t, he wondered what that meant for him. Azkadellia had shielded his mind against such things a long time ago, but what about here, on the island? Or whatever this place was.
The man probably would have been a lot less cheery if he knew that Zero had killed him five times over in his own imagination since he’d been there -- the most recent scenario ending with that pen he kept tap-tap-taping away winding up lodged in some cranial orifice or another.
Sighing heavily, the Longcoat kept to the rear wall of his cell, seated in a corner at an attempt to keep as far away from the other man as the small space would allow. Had they run out of ‘sane’ guards?
There was a welcomed lull in the chatter, Zero considered the possibility that the man had worn himself out, but he should have known better; he didn’t have that kind of luck.
He didn’t recognize the song - clearly something from the Other Side - but the words… He could feel scenario number six coming on.
"I'm too low for zero
I'm on a losing streak
I got myself in a bad patch lately
I can't seem to get much sleep
I'm too low for zero
I wind up counting sheep
Nothing seems to make much sense
It's all just Greek to me
You know I'm toooooo low, toooooo low, toooooo low for zero
You know I'm toooooo low, toooooo low, toooooo low for zero"
Zero stared, bewildered, his face screwed up in a mix of confusion and disdain as the man danced along to his own singing, the little rodent on his shoulder holding on for dear life as it was jostled about.
"Come on, man, don’t be a sulky salamander. Join in! You'll feel better for it. It's Elton John!"
Who...?
Was this kind of punishment even legal?
[Visit Zero or Shawn at the prison XD Shawn can be found outside for a breather or inside; Zero's stuck inside, obvs. Assume another IPD member is partnered with Shawn so he's not on duty alone, or, if you ARE IPD, you're free to assume your pup IS that poor bastard partner for the day. Song is Too Low for Zero by Elton John.]