|R I B B O N (daughter_shade) wrote in athinblackline,|
@ 2009-04-08 20:29:00
Who: Ribbon & her handlers (Ernie and Geno)
When: Evening April 8
Where: Red Block, Ribbon's cell
What: Ribbon's handlers learn that their charge is smart enough to have an opinion and make it known.
Ribbon's handlers were men with names. Not that Ribbon really cared what their names were. However, she did know what their names were. She just didn't use them considering her method of communication tended more toward doing things like clicking her teeth and whistling at a person. To say that she didn't know when someone else addressed her handlers was incorrect though. She recognized when her handlers were spoken of. It was just after six; therefore, they would be providing dinner/breakfast for her in a moment. The island wasn't really well equipped to deal with nocturnal creatures. They were prepared to deal with those who were awake under normal circumstances; Ribbon was a strange case. She didn't wake up until about six o'clock at night and didn't even consider bed until after five. Now she might come back to her cell before that, she wasn't that fond of light so dawn was her cue to go back indoors. In between dusk and dawn though, she made a point of being out of her cell.
Her previous reputation was back in full force, the island's killer, the King's monster. After her behavior against the feral a week ago and then her decimation of her tournament opponents, it was well understood her reputation was earned. It had not been given to her, she had the power to back it up. Top Dog, the bitch with the biggest fangs. It pleased her that people drew away from her, their hearts climbing in rate as they did so, hoping not to incur her wrath. So much fun.
Anyway, tonight she wasn't terribly interested in the chicken they offered her. Not because she had a problem with chicken, but because she wanted something different. So she tossed it back out of her cell and actually chuckled at the sound of it hitting the opposing wall with a splat crunch...first the food, then the plate. Handler one, Ernie, looked at the mess and said to Handler two, Geno: "I guess dinner wasn't up to her standards."
"Well, what do you wanna do? We can't not feed her. Fischer finds out about that, we're dead men."
"Too true." Ernie was not a terribly brave man, but he decided to do something neither of them had really tried. According to Fischer, Ribbon was pretty damn smart. "Um...Ribbon, is something the matter with the food?" Asking her what she thought was a way of handling things they hadn't tried yet. Ribbon, from her vantage point settled in a far corner upside down, opened a screen on the computer and typed out a message. No chicken.
"Okay, you don't want chicken. Got it. What do you want," he watched the computer screen with a serious fascination. Ribbon understood what was said to her. Then why the hell did she act like she was deaf all the time? It was enough to make him scratch his head.
A flurry of black across the top of the keyboard yielded Ribbon's suggestions for dinner. Ernie blinked at it and asked, "Are you even allowed to have coffee?"
The wet cough snarl sound made him put up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Whatever you say, madame." He wanted to keep his head attached to his body for as long as possible. If that meant giving in to the requests of a rather creepy creature, fine, he could play by those rules. "Shirmp cocktail and coffee...got it. They won't release lockdown for another hour, you know. So I'll go get it and bring it back."
The shrimp cocktail meant going all the way to the hotel, meaning he had to leave Geno alone with Ribbon until he could get back. "Hey Geno," the other man stuck his head in the cell. "I gotta go get her something. I'm gonna leave you here with her okay?" Then he stopped and looked up at the shape in the corner. "I suppose I should be asking you if its okay with you since you're the one liable to kill us if you get unhappy with things. I'm just going to ask this. If you decide you want to take my head off, give me a head start, huh?" After the initial surprise, he was actually getting kinda okay with the idea of Ribbon being an intelligent being. It was one thing to be told something like that, something else entirely to see it actually happen.
Go get food. Leave Geno. He be okay. Go quick. I hungry. Ribbon didn't type full sentences because she wanted to get a point across. Shy she could talk to like she was a person but this numbskulls, they were gophers and so she treated them like animals. Short commands, right to the point.
"Yes, ma'am," Ernie ducked out and shut the cell door, waiting until it clicked into place. He half doubled over his hand over his chest. "That girl makes me wanna have a heart attack."
"It would hurt less from what I've heard," Geno offered.
"She scares me."
"She scares everybody smart enough to be scared." Geno was flipping through a magazine. "I heard that feral she fought a little while back actually wanted that fight. It was a straight up challenge."
"You gotta be fucking kidding. Who signs up to fight that bitch?"
"An owner who doesn't much like their stock. That Wyngarde guy is weird. I heard he supposedly calls his monster his friend."
"Sure, man's best friend is his mutant." The door rattled hard like something had been thrown into it. Ernie took off running at that. "Her highness is getting impatient. I'll be back."