Containment (Open!)

[stfulamont]

Characters: Doc here and residents of CELL B
Setting/Location: Cell B
Date & Time: Day five, after he wakes up?
Warnings: Foul mouthedness from Doc Worth, of course
Summary: #%$@%^$@&@$#*%^$%&@%$^%$*@$%&

Comments

[persimmonsplz]

Gin, on the other hand, provided what could be considered a nice contrast within the cell. White clothes, silver hair, and light complexion versus all that dark and dank?

Okay, so maybe he wasn't the type of person who thought of such things, especially given the current circumstances. Involuntary imprisonment, eh? Gin almost felt like starting conversation, buuut... Well, they were a hard looking bunch, weren't they?

At least someone was finally taking the initiative to move, though. A nice break in the monotony~ "Restless already?"

[stfulamont]

Here, asshole, have a stare. Doc pauses in his walking to sneer at the guy. "Am I suppose-ta sit around an' wait? Fer what?" He sighs, finding that the source of light is... not really a window but a lightbulb? Agh, why is there no air, he was already feeling stuffy.

He sighs, scratching at his head as he looks around the stupid place. How exactly was he going to get out of here? Damnit, he really should have not had that extra shot of Novocaine last night...

[persimmonsplz]

Gin only met the stare by broadening his ever-present grin (had it faltered once since he had woken up?) and shrugged. "That's what they'd like ya ta do in prison, typically, but since yer behind the bars, I'll take it that yer not one fer followin' rules~"

Never mind that Gin was being held, too. He'd comment on his own mortality when he wanted to. "What are ya lookin' for?"

[megagoggles]

Waking up in someplace that you didn't know was one thing. Waking up in an old prison cell with a bunch of people you've never seen before was another. Well this was weird to say the least. At first Billy thought maybe the cops had finally caught him or something but after carefully studying the make of the cell he noticed it was definitely nothing modern.

So where the heck were they? Ye olde jailhouse?

Adujusting the goggles on his forehead as he leaned back against the wall, Billy turned his attention away from studying the actual cell to his cell mates who seemed just as enthused as he was.

He raised a brow. "Sooooo there's not a chance anyone might know where this place is, is there?"

[sharpstone]

Fang was one of those already up - she had already gone over the walls (solid), windows (none), and door (locked). Just as a bonus, none of them seemed breakable; a few scratches on one of the walls showed where she'd tried to bust it down, but seeing how they were still in this dank, dark room and not gallivanting around outside, she obviously hadn't been successful.

Now she was leaning against the wall near those marks, lance now strapped to her back and frowning down at the Junogam she was holding. As yet another error message flashed on screen, she growled in frustration and switched the damn thing off.

rather than start a new log - this work for you?

[sharpstone]

Fang was probably not the most comforting sight for the boy, not when she's leaning against a wall that's pretty banged up with a lance that's a bit taller than she is strapped to her back. She was tucking away the Junogam when she heard Lute, and glanced over at him, smiling with grim good humor.

"Welcome to prison. Don't suppose you've got a clue how we ended up here, do ya?"

Much like Lute, waking up in a strange place wasn't the strangest thing to have happened to her recently - wasn't even her first time waking up in a different world entirely - Cocoon was different enough from Gran Pulse to count. It was the prison walls that bothered her and the weakness that she could feel when she had tried to break down the walls. She knew there were people in other cells around them - she was hoping that her friends were there. They couldn't afford to be separated at this point, and she definitely didn't want to be apart from Vanille all over again.

[kusuriuriyaaa]

The Medicine Seller was one of the ones still asleep when Doc woke up. Or- it seemed so? Because when, a moment later, the man rose to a sit and glanced around, it was as if he'd never been asleep in his life. The small, vaguely detached smile that curved on his face while he examined their surroundings wouldn't have looked out of place on a statue of a Bodhisattva; unfortunately, the result of the expression on a living person was a bit... creepy.

As he turned his head, looking about the cage, his gaze caught- Gin. Ah. Well. (For now, he would assume it was his fault.) Remaining seated, the Medicine Seller began to do a quick mental inventory of what he last recalled. While he did that, his eyes slid around, catching this person and that talking, doing, thinking.