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You need to come and find me, honey [OPEN]

Jul 12, 2009 00:22

WHO: Slade (wantsapprentice) and OPEN
WHERE: Jail.
WHEN: During Slade's incarceration...yeah. *vague*
WARNINGS: Er...Slade being himself?
SUMMARY: Slade is languishing in jail after his assault on Titans Tower. People come to question/visit him. 'Nuff said.
FORMAT: Whatever.

( You know, I'm no stranger in your dreams )

† xena | warrior princess, harvey dent | two-face, edward nygma | riddler, † slade wilson | deathstroke da terminat, *open, *in progress

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wantsapprentice July 14 2009, 04:44:48 UTC

There hadn't been many people by to see him so Slade wasn't particularly expecting any human company besides the guards (most of whom he ignored). Or at least, company of that particular sort. A prosecutor? Really? He almost smiled at the absurdity of it - and then he paused, letting the name roll across his mind one more time.

Harvey Dent.

How curious.

He didn't bat an eye, though, merely turned the page of the tome he was reading before answering, his voice low and even. "As many as you like, Mr. Dent." He looked up briefly, the intensity of his gaze undiminished despite drugs he'd been infected with. "I'm not going anywhere."

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wantsapprentice July 14 2009, 05:34:55 UTC

Slade tilted his head slightly, bemused by the question despite himself. Of course, it sounded stupid. Why would he have bothered at all if the Titans hadn't been his target? Or one of them, anyway.

Still, preliminaries were preliminaries. There wasn't much to be done about them except the obvious.

"I did."

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atoningforsin July 12 2009, 18:34:25 UTC

Xena sighed. The other guards were freaked out by the inmate known as Slade, and pretty much refused to handle him at all. Great. Well, it's not like he could be worse than Carnage, right?

She ignored the other prisoners on her way towards his cell, carrying his dinner tray. The food here wasn't as bad as some she'd had, but she couldn't really fault anyone for complaining about it. Pausing for a moment outside the cell, she eyed him thoughtfully.

"Hungry?"

wantsapprentice July 14 2009, 05:30:38 UTC

Whether or not Slade was worse than Carnage was a somewhat debatable subject. After all, he didn't curse or make crude comments, and for the most part, he handled himself with grace. However, beneath that mild exterior was a truly ruthless human being who absolutely no patience for failure and even less for fools. Thus, despite the show of civility, he hadn't really made much of an effort to pander to their weakness. In fact, he usually ignored them. Sentinel Prime had managed to provide him with a few things to read so that was his typical means of ignoring them.

As such, that was exactly what Slade was doing when Xena approached. He paused when she spoke and looked up, immediately evaluating without seeming to. What he saw there was...well. Different. Or at least from what one might expect of a prison guard.

Interesting.

Granting her more attention than he spared most, Slade set the book aside, mirroring her thoughtfulness with his own. "I am."

atoningforsin July 14 2009, 05:37:28 UTC

Well, he wasn't screaming expletives or attempting to kill her through the forcefield, or foaming at the mouth, so that was a definite improvement in her book. Even so, she was cautious as she set the tray in the device that had been rigged up to get it to him through the security system. No sense letting someone out on her watch.

"Good." There was a faint, tired smile for him. It had been a very long day.

wantsapprentice July 15 2009, 03:35:13 UTC

Ah, caution. He'd seen plenty of that in the past few days, what with the guards being so edgy around him and all. Not to say it was a bad thing - it was simply boring after a while. However, that little quirk of her mouth was...new. Refreshing, perhaps, was too strong a word, but it was something.

He considered her another moment before riding off the cot, moving a bit sluggishly but not entirely without grace as he retrieved his dinner. "Long day?" he asked, the drowsiness from the drugs evident without being too overt. Control = perfect and absolute - was what he strove for,after all, so he tried not to allow the sedation to hinder him too much.

Besides, he was somewhat curious. The mess with Godzilla notwithstanding, there weren't very many who could manage a smile when in the presence of someone like him.

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enigmaestro July 21 2009, 07:12:27 UTC

How many times had he paid visit to a prison since he came to the City? How many more times would it be? It seemed that Edward Nygma, no matter what side of the law he was on, would always be drawn to this oppression of liberty. And it proved ever so curious to him.

No disguises this time. He simply signed in, like a normal visitor would. He carried only a newspaper in hand, and that was checked for every chemical known to mind. They would find nothing but ink and skin cells. He was escorted to the cell in question.

"Hello, Slade."

wantsapprentice July 21 2009, 15:29:01 UTC

He was sleeping - or at least, it was supposed to appear as though he was. The fact of the matter was that Slade rarely slept, but being in jail had left him with little else to do besides that and reading. Right now, though, he was thinking - considering those things he had committed himself to do and how he could go about doing them - and what better way to do that then to make your captors think you were out cold?

The approaching footsteps did not go unnoticed, though, nor was he surprised when he heard that particular voice filtering in through the forcefields around him. And it irked him. After all, their last conversation had hardly left him feeling particularly well-disposed toward the man. Slade had made the attempt to actually talk to him, and the fool had played him instead.

So no, Slade was not glad to hear from Edward Nygma. In fact, he was tempted not to give the man the time of day. However, that would give the impression that he was sulking or something equally ridiculous so he supposed he would have to spare ( ... )