Re: Neck Deep in Death (HitokiriChibi, I)ragon)
OoC: Jesus Christ, this will have to be the third damn time I have to write this post! The first time, I accidentily hit the back button trying to open a new tab and when I went forward, the post was gone. The second time, I ACTUALLY POSTED IT and then ZU went all retarded and offline, so I don't know but that somehow deleted my second post.
IC:
The young man felt a cold, hard texture against his body and his arms and legs were incredibly stiff and achy. Drake tried to gain his bearings and senses, but he felt so exhausted and sluggish, lethargic. He tried to open his mouth to let in a breath of fresh air when he couched, inhaling a rotten mix of a blood and sweat odor. Drake attempted to open his eyes and get a better look at his environment, but they were taking so long to focus and get used to wherever he was.
He tried moving his arms so he could push himself off of the ground, but he found that both of his hands were bound together by metal chain cuffs, tied behind his back, the main reason his arms were so stiff. Nevertheless, Drake rolled onto his back, feeling the metal cut into his wrists a bit and quickly arched his back and upper body forward, then planted his knees under the rest of him for support.
Drake slowly placed his right foot on the hard concrete floor and then steadily raised his other leg to stand up, his legs aching but the stretching was helping to clear that up. Wearily, he staggered over to the iron bars that kept him captive and sighed, trying to gain some of his stamina so he can stand by himself, without having to lean on anything for support. Trying to breathe in fresh air wasn't helping since the air smelled rotten and putrid.
Drake tensed when he heard heavy footsteps walking down the corridor and toward his cell. He peeked through the bars to see a guard heavily clad in silver and ornate armor, a ring of keys jingling from his belt, along with a sheath bobbing up and down as he strolled down the hallway. The guard headed directly toward Drake and cleared his throat as if he were getting ready to cite a prepared speech.
But before the guard had a chance to say anything, Drake blurted out, "What happened, I was ambushed and I wound up here, why am I in a cell?" Drake asked.
"Silence, criminal! Alec Johanson, you are under arrest for thievery, assault, running from authorities and murder!"
"Excuse me...?"
"You have been charged these orders by the Captain of the Guard himself and he will arrive shortly to issue the following punishment!" the guard barked and started to walk away.
"Hey, don't I get a trial or something, I haven't done anything wrong in this town, I just arrived here!" Drake pleaded, hoping the guard would listen to logic or -something-.
"If you are not a thief, is there any reason that you are wearing that black mask or is that just because you happen to feel like wearing one after a crime took place?"
Drake felt anger boil within him and he murmured, "None of your damn business..."
"Very well, criminal, enjoy your stay!" he yelled again and left, walking down the corridor again.
Drake sighed and sat on his cot. Just as he expected, it was stiff and bumpy, feeling the springs in the old, worn mattress. He to get comfortable on the cot, but it was just impossible. Plus he was just plain bored. He was wondering, like how come there isn't another fun to do in a prison cell, nothing, just blank concrete walls on every side except the iron cars to the side. He sighed and sighed, trying to find something to do. He couldn't escape by himself without changing masks and that was the last thing he wanted to do. He morphed into a kitten and burrowed under the sheet of the cot and fell asleep.
He started to awake, hearing voices... they sounded familiar too! He jumped down from the cot after stretching and yawning and morphed into a snake to slither through the bars and into the empty cell across his own to see who the new 'inmates' were. He saw it was J, Roery and Joker, the three he met at that hotel! They could help him escape and he hopefully wouldn't have to change any masks!
Drake slithered out of the cell and morphed into a new random identity to surprise them. A tall man with blond, spiky hair and blue eyes, a dark red shirt with blue jeans, brown boots, a black sweater and finally black sunglasses. He made sure no guards were making their rounds and walked to his friends' cells, asking, "Need some help busting out of this dump?"