Jacob Kane [ Cain ] Roman Fletcher (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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diversified2017-06-24 11:12 pm
aeturnus) wrote in diversified2017-06-24 11:12 pm
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WHO Two losers (aeturnus / cymaticsociety)
WHAT Got caught, like losers. Break out, like winners.
WHEN ???
WHERE ?????
WHY do we need a reason for terrible, really
[ Cain is pretty sick of this already. Recently it seems like people have been getting it into their heads that humanity's advanced grasp on science means they should meddle with things beyond their control. Even if they can come to understand it, it doesn't mean they can do anything about it. His whole life is testament to that fact and he's learned the lesson well.
Better yet, their need for control just makes it more obvious when they lose it. He's been watching for opportunities this whole time and strikes as soon as the chance presents, not willing to risk waiting for any number of reasons. Soon he's out in the bare hallways and the alarms haven't sounded just yet but he knows it's only a matter of time until that changes. It's always about time. Cain's got plenty, but the world doesn't seem to notice that sometimes.
Loud, blaring sound pulls him up short as he passes by another cell. This one seemed fancier, perhaps better enforced and the sound vibrating the walls only emphasizes the rattling panel alongside the door with controls and what looks like... a playlist being set? What the hell? It takes a moment for Cain to hear it over the cacophonous din that the sound is actually music apparently being converted to a torture device. When he peers inside the window at the door, he sees... something. A person. Chained up and left to deal with this mind-bending, horrible pain of the sort that's known to strip people down to their barest parts. He has no idea how long the guy's been in there, but by all appearances the person appears to be dangerous. The person appears to be feared. ]
Eh... might as well. Why not. [ He slaps a hand on the panel to roll the music down without cutting it entirely. Even he might reel at the total silence now that the music's seeped into his bones just from standing outside. Using the keys he grabbed off one of his captors, he pulls the door open and looks at the person—a man, it turns out—and speaks. ]
Hey, you and I both want to get out of Dodge, right? Truce on whatever freaky deal you've got going on here 'til we get there?
aeturnus / cymaticsociety)WHAT Got caught, like losers. Break out, like winners.
WHEN ???
WHERE ?????
WHY do we need a reason for terrible, really
[ Cain is pretty sick of this already. Recently it seems like people have been getting it into their heads that humanity's advanced grasp on science means they should meddle with things beyond their control. Even if they can come to understand it, it doesn't mean they can do anything about it. His whole life is testament to that fact and he's learned the lesson well.
Better yet, their need for control just makes it more obvious when they lose it. He's been watching for opportunities this whole time and strikes as soon as the chance presents, not willing to risk waiting for any number of reasons. Soon he's out in the bare hallways and the alarms haven't sounded just yet but he knows it's only a matter of time until that changes. It's always about time. Cain's got plenty, but the world doesn't seem to notice that sometimes.
Loud, blaring sound pulls him up short as he passes by another cell. This one seemed fancier, perhaps better enforced and the sound vibrating the walls only emphasizes the rattling panel alongside the door with controls and what looks like... a playlist being set? What the hell? It takes a moment for Cain to hear it over the cacophonous din that the sound is actually music apparently being converted to a torture device. When he peers inside the window at the door, he sees... something. A person. Chained up and left to deal with this mind-bending, horrible pain of the sort that's known to strip people down to their barest parts. He has no idea how long the guy's been in there, but by all appearances the person appears to be dangerous. The person appears to be feared. ]
Eh... might as well. Why not. [ He slaps a hand on the panel to roll the music down without cutting it entirely. Even he might reel at the total silence now that the music's seeped into his bones just from standing outside. Using the keys he grabbed off one of his captors, he pulls the door open and looks at the person—a man, it turns out—and speaks. ]
Hey, you and I both want to get out of Dodge, right? Truce on whatever freaky deal you've got going on here 'til we get there?
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He's hanging from the ceiling by a pair of chains affixed to his wrists, pulled just far enough to stretch his muscles into a deep, aching pain. A black bag covered his head and the only thing he wore for clothes were a pair of orange pants. He had found that staying still was the best way to deal with this because the pain wouldn't increase that way.
With the music turning down, he cocked his head slightly and listened for someone coming in. Right on cue, they did and gave him an offer. It was tempting and he could behave long enough to get out.]
You've got yourself a deal. [His voice was hoarse and he had to speak up over the music, but he could at least let this person know he won't kill him the minute he was let down.] If this is a trap, I will kill you.
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How about if you get out of here alive, I'll give you a free shot?
[ Is that incentive? Whatever. He makes sure the door is heavy enough to keep itself open before stepping inside and grabbing the bag off the man's head. Then he looks around the room in more detail and grunts in annoyance. No mechanism to let this poor sap down, just a few chairs for would-be interrogators in the corner. He darts over to retrieve it and bring it back, then steps up and starts trying out the keys on his ring. When none of those work, he starts picking at one of the locks on the chains with a scalpel and a very unpleasant, thin little tool he'd snatched with the rest of his self-defense mad grab on his way out. ]
Hold still, all right?
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With an offer like that, I'll have to be on my best behavior for you.
[He can't help the chitters he lets out after speaking and he keeps his head facing exactly where Cain is no matter where he is in the room,]
Good thing that's what I've been doing.
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Best behavior is what's going to keep you alive and me out of here. Also, what's with the...? [ He mimics the clicks. Pretty close but it's different when you're using a human throat instead of a bat alien throat. ] Okay, almost there...
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Don't worry about that one, I can remove it myself. [He tugs on the chain experimentally before pulling hard, metal creaking and groaning before it gives way.] If we make it out of here, I'll tell you all about it.
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No idea when they'll notice a) I escaped, and b) your cell's open. Do you even know what this is about? At all?
[ Ignore the fact that they're better served just by running. Cain's curiosity and anger at the whole situation has him questioning it even now. ]
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Not long if what I've overheard is still true. This place isn't fully staffed, so it won't be too difficult to get out of here.
[The look on his face is one of amusement. Poor thing must've been dragged into this by accident.]
This place is run by the Exo-Terrorism Unit. Bunch of little soldiers who think they're protecting their country from aliens. Guess they thought that you weren't human, boy.
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[ Color him impressed. He's going to feel the rocking of the bass for a while even after they're well and clear of the facility. Then again, that might be the drugs talking. He's not super sure right now. ]
Okay, but ignoring that hey, I'm perfectly human, I take offense to the terrorist part. They could have just asked.
[ No one did much talking with him, however. His captors had spoken more with their experimentation than with words and while he doesn't want to face whatever they may have gleaned for it... well, it's not his luck for everything to work out okay. ]
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[He gives him a toothy grin and turns his head enough to show off the blood trails from his ears.]
They're the shoot first, ask questions later kind of guys.
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(It doesn't mean he won't be dreaming about the incident for months, though.) ]
No kidding. Well-funded but understaffed. Or maybe they just got way too lucky.
[ They're on their way already, Cain running through some of the things he'd grabbed from his own captors. Things he can throw and things he can slash but he'd feel a lot better about a gun here because close combat is never good when you yourself want to keep away. ]
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They're considered the best of the best. Have to be to deal with us.
[He moves up close and places a hand on his shoulder as if to stop him, moving ahead of him with an animalistic fluidity while he makes harsh clicks and tilts his head from side to side.]
Stay back, we have a friend.
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[ There's dawning realization but Cain doesn't really want to deal with it right now. It isn't actually relevant to the whole escaping thing he's got going on, so he's ready to focus on that instead. ]
Where are they?
[ Oh look, something better to focus on. Just because the other man is moving ahead to listen doesn't mean they aren't about to be grabbed from behind, either. Despite allowing this guy to go in front, he'll pull out the knives he'd grabbed just in case. ]
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In front of us. Don't know we're here yet.
[He's definitely looking like he's a predator on the hunt and he slinks off to take out this person. There's a surprised yelp, a loud crack, and a soft thump as McCarthy breaks their neck quickly. He returns with an odd looking gun and hands it to Cain.]
It'll knock them back and whatever you do, don't shoot me.
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Once the other man returns, Cain takes the offered device and inspects it with fingers off the trigger. Definitely not your regular kind of gun and apparently especially effective against his current partner in crime. Getting knocked back isn't enough to stress it like that. ]
What's the radius on this?
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[He motions and mimics shooting a gun before gesturing for him to lead the way.]
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Any idea how long you've been here?
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Month and a half at the most. I know of a guy that's been here for years.
[He's just going to follow and listen for anyone else along their path. It's a big place and not a lot of people around.]
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Well, unlucky him. We're on our way out.
[ Because this isn't a rescue mission, it's an escape, and he only intends for this guy to help him out of self-interest rather than any hopes for his brethren. If he even cares. ]