IC Too Early

[wtaylorjr2001]

Henry opened his eyes. 

"Seventeen years old and I'm in jail," he muttered taking in the texture and color of the walls. He swung into a sitting position on the edge of his bed. He looked down on his clothes and frowned, not his colors. 

"Good morning Mr Accountant. I hope you were able to sleep well despite the circumstances. You know I do feel different, like something is on the tip of my tongue but I don't remember what I wanted to say. I've never experienced this before. It is kinda fun. I've never been without my powers before."

Henry stood, swallowed and walked to the far end of the room. He measured the footsteps from one side of the room to the other. He then grunted and did the same crossways. It was time to gather as much information as he could. He looked at the walls, what were they made of? He looked at the light source. He touched the legs of the bed, how sturdy were they? He moved fast. He looked at the commode. What was it made out of? How much toilet tissue was there? He then looked at his sink. He knocked on each of the walls to see if they were solid was there a shaft. 

Next he smelled the air in the room. He removed his shirt and tried to guess the air pressure and temperature, "information is key. We will get out of here, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop us. It is just a matter of when. My luck is suppressed but I will never think it is gone."

He wondered how sturdy the sink was so he sat on it and bounced up and down on it. He then looked at Herbert, "so far so good, I like a challenge."

[cbenny]

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Herbert Anderson (The Accountant)

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Herbert sighed. Of course he would end up in a cell with Henry. Why not? That was just the cherry on top of the s*** sandwich that his life had become.

 

Not that Herbert would have been any happier being cellmates with anyone else, but Henry's relentless optimism and terrible spending habits really got on his nerves. If Henry had listened to any of his advice or invested even one percent of what he had earned instead of wasting ever cent... but there was no use worrying about it now. Their final appeal was over and the judge had laid down their sentence. They were stuck here for the next ten years.

 

Herbert didn't bother to respond to Henry's inane chatter or even get out of his bed yet. He just stayed where he was, collecting his thoughts. He looked over himself and found he was now wearing a gray prison uniform and he also noticed was that he was no longer cuffed. The nullifier-cuffs which they had all been wearing constantly for the past year of trials and court procedures were finally gone. He stretched out his arms to feel the empty spot on his wrists. Without much hope he tried to activate his powers and unsurprisingly found that they were still disabled. Still, it felt nice to be out of cuffs.

 

It wasn't fair. He didn't deserve to be in here with the rest of them. He was just an accountant.

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[Rudolf]

In a different cell, Oleg opened his eyes and put his hands behind his head. This, a prison? It was almost a hotel.

 

He truly did not understand these Americans. Why not just shoot them, if they were so dangerous? Ten years? He was sure that was probably a lie as well. But why bother lying to someone who had no power? Would it not be more demoralizing to be honest?

 

This body felt…wrong. Like it was not his at all. He did not like the feeling, and to be honest, it made him feel more trapped than the prison did. But, it had needs as well.

 

Oleg sat up, and banged on the wall. Guard, when is having breakfast? 
 

 

[SageBahamut]

In the same room as Oleg, another body rolls over, quirking one eye at him. 

Desmond's voice sounds different without the mask. Not quite "James Earl Jones vs Hayden Christiansen" different, but different nonetheless.

"Must you be so loud, Oleg? It's morning and my head feels like the wrong end of a weekend in Vegas."

He yawns and stretches... and pauses, noticing that the now-long-familiar weight of the cuffs around his wrists is mysteriously gone. A wave of his hand - a familiar gesture for his teammates of him 'drawing the curtain' as he does when he is becoming his avatar - and... nothing. But of course; that would have been too easy.

"You know, Oleg, an idea occurs to me. We know we were all sentenced to the same prison. Does that not seem a bit... convenient, to you? Keep your wits about you, my friend; I suspect this place may not be entirely what it seems."

[Rudolf]

 

“No, being prisoner is not convenient. Is exact opposite. You are tired. Go back to sleep”

 

Oleg does stop banging and shouting though, and sits back down on his bunk.

[Bananaphone]

Zara Darrow, "Siren"

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Zara lay on her bed, eyes staring up at bottom of the bunk above her. In the ladies ward things were a little quieter than over with the more rambunctious and prone-to-violence men, which allowed Zara to 'relax' a little...at least as much as one could in a prison. 

 

However, no matter how much she tried to allow her muscles to deflate and her nerves to unwind, the telepath felt anxiety gnawing away at her centre as she stared up at that concrete bedding base. She couldn't feel anyone nearby. Not a single mind. Not a single atom. She couldn't reach forward with her mind and touch the thoughts of others, or tune in and listen to the stream of consciousness unfolding all around her. Even Scylla, the energetic otter-woman thing that she was, was a closed book as far as Zara's mind was concerned, sealed off and unassailable no matter how much she tried to concentrate. She could only imagine an octopus adrift in the ocean, tentacles grasping in every direction but only ever meeting empty water.

 

It was an unsettling experience, to say the least. Years of having the minds of all around her open and available for eaves-dropping, spying and manipulation had granted Zara a companion of sorts, a traveling buddy that went with her through life no matter where she was. But now? Nothing. It was like a TV that couldn't connect and emitted only a silent, eerie grey screen. 

 

Pursing her lips, drawing in breathe and exhaling, Zara reached up and ran her fingers along the concrete bunk above her to feel its texture against her skin. 

 

They had to get out of this place. Ten years? Zara would live for centuries if something didn't kill her first, but even she thought ten years was ten years too long. 

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Edited June 28, 2022 by Bananaphone (see edit history)

[DecoyGirl]

Scylla

Scylla wriggled noiselessly in her bunk. She simultaneously slept to much and not enough in her opinion. Spending to much time in bed when she didn't want to and not enough when she wanted to, we was already giving consideration to what to do 'today' if she got up and wanted to sleep more the simple answer was to attack a bot. But she at least for the bit period though better of it, it would at the very least be inconvenient to Hecate.

[Oceane]

 Julia Cevahir, "Hecate" 

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Julia sighed again. She was perched up on her desk, squatting down on it, staring at the ceiling. Ignoring whoever was in the other cell. She was fidgeting, one hand all but constantly pulling at her clothes, that felt completely wrong against her skin, the other pulling at her hair or playing with her rings—or she would if they hadn't been confiscated. Still, this was thoughtless, and it didn't matter whether the rings were here or not.

 

Her magic still wasn't.

 

The shadows she harbored were somehow quelled, but she still felt the needs. It had been one year already, and she was sitting on the brink of madness. The other Insurgents knew her well enough to deal with her withdrawal—which typically involved giving her something to do, like read a book (preferably not about magic)—but she was without them here, and without anything to do but play the same loop in her mind, again and again.

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[Rudolf]

 

Trying to be quieter, Oleg begins to search the cell in exhausting detail. Do the beds have springs? Do the shoes have laces? Can the toilet be disassembled? What is the desk made of?

[Conaldar]

HECATE:

 

The metal door that divided the dual-cell opened slowly and an elderly woman dressed in simple gray prison fatigues peeks in, 

 

"Oh I thought I heard stirring next door and wanted to check in on you. It's been some time since I had a roommate. My name is Meredith. Meredith Isaacs but you can just call me 'Granny'. That's what everyone here calls me. I'm one of the facility Trustees you know helping out around the place. I ..... my but you don't look well, dear. Are you ill? Maybe when you get some food in you ..."

 

EVERYONE:

As if on cue the cell doors leading out into the Main Facility slide open! Across the three hundred-foot cellblock inmates wander from their cells and are met by the roughly twenty Guardbots who indirectly herd many of the convicts towards the hallway leading to the cafeteria. Of the nearly fifty or so inmates emerging from open cells about twenty linger about the area a few sitting in nearby chairs or leaning on tables. There's chatter among the inmates some of them louder than others but there's an obvious tension due to many of them casting a long gaze at the Insurgency when they begin walking out their cells. 

 

From the very basic computer intro they received the Insurgents know they can walk to breakfast, the Infirmary, the Yard or simply find a chair/table in the Main Facility or hang out in their cell. On one TV "Cast Away" played, on another FIFA futbol/soccer, the comedy channel was playing "My Cousin Vinny" and the fourth TV displayed a documentary of the history of the automobile. 

 

Regardless of the Insurgents' decisions the stares from the other inmates was tangible!

[Oceane]

 Julia Cevahir, "Hecate" 

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"Granny" received a vacant look from Julia. She heard the name, Meredith Isaacs, and who she was, but she skipped over the part where she answered. Instead, she jumped down to the floor when the door opened, briskly exiting, with a departing look for her cellmate.

 

She stumbled outside, carrying herself with visible discomfort. The feeling of the textile brushing against her knees almost made her want to gnaw through the bone. Right now though, she was pushing that down, and beelined to her fellow Insurgents. What the other inmates were doing or looking at, she couldn't care less right this moment.

 

When she found them, she didn't bother with pleasantries. "I'm hungry," she croaked out, her usual husky, charming voice withered out. "Can we eat?"

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[Rudolf]

Oleg walks over to the table farthest from the food line and door, the one that allowed the ‘most’ privacy, if one measured these things with an exceedingly fine-grained scale. 

He looked down at whoever was sitting there and frowned. “You are in my seat.”

 

[SageBahamut]

When the doors slide open, Desmond takes his time sliding to his feet. He pauses a moment to check his hair in the mirror, then folds his hands behind his back and strolls along with the guard-bots. Everything about his posture and the languid roll of his stride is balanced to make it look like the guard-bots are more like his personal honor-guard than there to guard against him.

 

Rejoining the others in the common room, he maintains his dignified saunter, making his way over to Julia. Only then does his unfold his hands from behind his back. "Have a bit of relief first?" he offers, holding out his hands in an offer to scratch her back for her. It might not help for long, but maybe it might make the discomfort a bit more bearable, at least long enough for her to enjoy a meal. 

 

He pays their erstwhile audience no mind. Their time will come later. For now, seeing to a suffering friend is far more important.

Edited June 29, 2022 by SageBahamut (see edit history)

[wtaylorjr2001]

Force is equal to mass times acceleration. A very simple weapon can be made out of that equation. Water and paper when compressed has mass. When you have a delivery mechanism that can speed that up you have a weapon. A sling in the right hand can be dangerous. Using the toilet paper that he, using half the roll, wetted three small balls. He then took his pillow-case from his pillow, twisted it and then soaked it. He wore the pillow-case like a belt and had the three balls inside next to his skin, held in place by the "belt". If he gets caught, he gives his sling to the guard that caught him.

 

The guards came to escort us to the cafeteria. Along the way Henry stomped every now and again testing the floor. Useless information popped into his head. Technical information like spinning
magnetic fields produce electric currents and so forth. Blood conducts a certain amount of electricity. Can he use this to short out a robots? Were these cyborgs or androids? Cyborgs have human flesh attached, androids don't.

 

Henry walks up to a guard and taps it to get an idea on how solid they are, "Continue on McFarley." He then smells the air trying to see if there was a chemical in the air. He then turned to McFarley the guard, "are you an android or a cyborg?" He doesn't expect an answer.

 

A moment of time later and Henry is with The Insurgency. He follows then and he sees Oleg dominating the scene. He sees Hecate, she doesn't look good, then she seems better, "yes we most definitely can eat." He looks at her. 

 

"I can't say when, but I know we are getting out of here. You will definitely feel better, it's just a matter of time. Right now you're going through hell, we are going through hell, but we are just going through it. We will make it to the other side. I promise you, luck is on our side."

 

Henry smiles, "and hi everybody."

Edited June 29, 2022 by wtaylorjr2001 (see edit history)

[DecoyGirl]

 

 

When the door opened Scylla bust out of the door like a almost comically oversized noodle cat with the zoomies, being on fall fours for a not unnoteworthy distance until she got to the food line, not in the front of it but pretty far up. Waiting her tern looking like a toddler squirming while waiting her tern. Giving the bot her name and the demand for meat in Korean, The robot complying even if it was just a oversized portion of the meat everyone else got without any of the vegetables. Making her way over to Oleg standing besides him looking at the person 'in his seat' giving them a sneer  "yeah boi, dangsin-eun geuui jalie, Wut?" [Translation: ya your in his seat what? just in the most obnoxious tone possible]

 

Statistically it was almost impossible that this poor inmate spoke Korean. But at the same time it wasn't hard to get the implication that Scylla was agreeing with Oleg. While also having already found a seat for herself and mostly polished off her food on the way to the table.