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[team_sociopath]

You can pace the room if you’d like, but it’s barely a cage; long enough to lay out on the floor in either direction, but not much bigger. At first it seems empty; but after a time the shallow sound of breathing is perceptible, coming from one of the walls. There’s a bed there, little more than a cot, with a supine body on it. Was that there before? Didn’t you walk along the edges of this cell, running a hand over the smooth walls?

It’s still too dark to make out his features, but if you reach out to touch him you’ll find he’s dressed in plain scrubs, bandages here and there on his limbs, and an IV hanging from the wall beside him. He’s totally unconscious.

If you’re anything more or other than human, whatever abilities you have don’t work here. There’s no way out. The walls, the plated door, are too heavy for any shouts to pass to the world outside. There’s no one with a key. No one who cares you’re here, even if they know-- and somehow that thought, when it occurs to you, is worse than anything else. You’ve been left here, and no one’s coming to get you.

You’re stuck.

Now what?

[ooc; open to all, will treat different threads as different ‘instances’ of the dream~ i will prob. be getting to tags in the morning and will backdate forever but I wanted to start gettin' these up~]

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one more, so sorry! i should know better than to div tag everything

[fromlegal.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't recoil; in fact her only response is to move her free hand in front of her, to have a better chance at warding off more aggression. She's trying to understand what's going on here, but there's only so much she can control.]

...Potes dicere*?

[When it comes out in Latin, Natasha furrows her brow, and blinks rapidly, trying again:]

Kannst du sprechen*?

[Okay. That's just...wonderful.]

*Can you speak?

no worriesss <3

[team_sociopath]

[He just stares blankly at that. Unfamiliarity is a good thing, because an unknown quantity stands a slight chance of not being an enemy. He doesn't let go of her wrist, but he doesn't attack, either.]

I don't understand you.

[fromlegal.livejournal.com]

[She takes a breath, closing her eyes for a moment and trying to focus.]

I know, I'm... [Oh, good.] Where are we? Are you all right?

[team_sociopath]

Fine.

[Not really fine. But having someone else here, he'd rather not look helpless.]

Doesn't matter where we are, we're not going anywhere.

[fromlegal.livejournal.com]

You're hurt.

[She pulls gently at her wrist, to prompt him to let go if he will. Natasha is back to scanning their prison and checking the pockets of her skirt for something to help.]

[team_sociopath]

[He does let go, drawing his arms back to his body, folding them over his stomach.]

It's nothing. They clean up after themselves. [A light snort of derision. And, after a moment;]

I'll tear this building to the ground the second they let me.

[fromlegal.livejournal.com]

[Ah, well that's something to focus on. He seems damn sure of himself.]

And what would it take to...let you?

[team_sociopath]

[He's had practice. Accidentally. At least, that's what his lawyers say. One arm whips out from beneath the other-- no faster, unfortunately, than your average teen with good reflexes-- to pound the wall, hard. Tommy has a couple of anger issues, okay?]

Turn off the damn security!