I've screamed until my veins collapsed. I've waited as my time's elapsed.

[painhumbles]

WHO: Gabriel, anyone doing the Cell Block Tango right now. (Multithread, thread with each other, do whatever you want.)
WHAT: Gabriel's in prison. Gabriel has issues with being trapped and powerless. Gabriel is overcompensating this by being a troll.
WHERE: ZE PRISON.
WHEN: All week, up until the prison break. Seriously. Forward-date. Do fluid time

Comments

[mrs_persson]

A weary-sounding woman's voice, from a couple of doors down: "Please. This prison is sufficiently cruel and unusual."

Una was sitting on the floor of her cell, back to the door, holding her aching head in her hands.

[painhumbles]

Gabriel leaned forwards- unfortunately, it's extremely hard to lean forwards when you're in a cell, so really all he did was stand on his tiptoes and try to get a better look at his surroundings. It wasn't particularly helpful.

"Invest in ear plugs, princess. I'm wearing them down."

Any day now, one of them was gonna get it into his head to try to beat the snot out of them. And then... He'd beat them right back. Really, it's fool-proof plan.

[mrs_persson]

Una used the bars to try and drag herself to her feet and see who was making all the noise.

"Do I know you?"

[painhumbles]

Gabriel clasped his hands around the bars and braced his foot against them, giving them one hard tug. There might have been a creak and strain of metal, but he eventually had to let go. Apparently, they don't make prisons like they used to. You know, with bars that bend. "That depends? You from the Barge or is this one of those cosmic 'see you in another life' things, 'cause if it's the latter? Not the right time."

Forward-dated

[darknessb4me]

Zero had been cleaner, and colder too, and hadn't smelled as much like human offal. He despaired that he, the Lich King, Dark Lord of the Dead, had come to a point where he had preferences in prison cells AND IF THIS GUY DIDN'T SHUT UP-

"You have two very interesting options. One is to stop singing. The other is that I wait until they let me out - and they WILL let me out, if I need to wait for the walls to crumble around me - and then see how creative I can get with an apple peeler."

He was pointedly ignoring his cellmate. He was a mocking insult to injury is what he was.

Re: Forward-dated

[painhumbles]

Gabriel stopped singing, but that was only because one cannot rightly sing and snark at the same time. "Hm. So Option A: I keep torturing the guards until they all agree that a suicide's pact's the best way out of this and we all go free or I wait for a miracle."

He paused and then dangled his arms a bit out of the bars of the cell, "I know you're a reject from a MMORPG, but d'you know why the Coen Brothers wouldn't let George Clooney sing his own songs?"

He cleared his throat. And then busted out with 'A Man of Constant Sorrow.' Much in the way that George Clooney would sing it.

Which is BADLY.

that movie is ossom anyway

[darknessb4me]

Everything after "miracle" was gibberish. It wasn't as it would be a shock if the man was mad, though.

"The guards don't seem to care half as much as your fellows do, and if they had any sort of brains they would shoot you before shooting themselves. You are making noise to drown out the fact that you're scared to be in prison."

Bored, he pressed his face against the slightly-cooler stone.

"I'll cut your face-flesh off in strips, I think. And feed them to you."

Some people sang to pass the time. Others came up with entertaining strategies for revenge those people. The cooped-up mind goes odd places.

[painhumbles]

"I'm impervious to bullets," Gabriel said, cutting off his song and possibly a little bit louder than necessary. He tugged at the bars, taking a moment to see if they'd bend and ignoring the scared to be in prison part. He wasn't scared. Nope. Not terrified out of his frickin' gourd that there was nothing between him and freedom but cool steel bars and the fact that he can't teleport.

His hands slipped from the bars and he staggered back against the wall with a groan. They have bent inwards slightly. ....Maybe.

"Uh-huh. And then you'll cut out my liver with a spoon, blah, blah, blah. Not interested in your threats, bucko." He smacked the bars a few times and shouted at the guards again. "Hey! Hey! What's a guy gotta do to get some service around here?"

[preachyrose]

Rose had managed to be captured within mere hours of the Barge's crash and, needless to say, she was not happy about it. After spending the first two days pacing, she decided to do something different for a change.

But when she heard a male voice singing...though she hesitated to call it that, she began to hum softly. She was not terribly loud, but she leaned against the bars, sufficiently annoyed and trying to find something familiar and almost...homey in this foreign world. And something to drown out the cat yowling.

She glanced towards the other "singing" voice and sighed. "If you are to sing, then at least sing correctly." Ever the teacher...

HOW LONG CAN I GO BEFORE BREAKING ROSE'S BRAIN? LET'S FIND OUT.

[painhumbles]

Gabriel stopped and rolled his shoulders slightly. "Lady, you're in a prison. I'm not here for your comfort. I'm here for their-" he waved a hand at the general guard area, "- discomfort. So suck it up and deal and maybe we'll actually find some way out of this. Okay?"

Because torturing the guards = BEST ESCAPE PLAN EVER.

...Like anyone else was coming up with anything better.

IT IS A NEW GAME

[preachyrose]

Rose sighed a bit. "That is going to accomplish nothing." She moved to sit down in front of the bars, hoping to get a look down the corridor. Not that she wanted to see any of the guards, of course, but hey...what else was she going to do?

"Are you trying to be reassuring? It's not working."

[painhumbles]

Gabriel rolled his eyes and glared in the general direction the voice was coming from. "Hey! Guess who isn't thinking up any bright ideas? Is it you? I think it's you. Don't you have some prison orphans to teach to sing or something?"

[alzarian_youth]

Adric groaned. "If you plan on annoying them into letting you go, I don't think it's working." It was bad enough having been captured by Martha, but to have to deal with that as well? Getting up and moving over to the bars, Adric began examining the lock the best he could, trying to figure out if there was a way to pick it using his star pin.

[painhumbles]

"I plan on annoying 'em into doing something. Where's your brilliant tactical plan, kid?" This was probably what happened when you sat out on the only war in Heaven. Your tactical brain went to seed. Sans his powers Gabriel's only real talent was being irritating and he was good at that.

[alzarian_youth]

"Like I'd tell you while we're being listened to!" In other words, he didn't really have much of one.