Hoshigaki Kisame (seeingeyeshark) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2011-06-07 17:47:00 |
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Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | akito/agito/lind wanijima, cecile croomy, danielle harrington, itachi uchiha, kisame hoshigaki, kitty pryde (aoa), sakura kinomoto, sasuke uchiha |
[voice // public]
[The post starts in silence, with little but the roar of the sea and cries of the gulls to fill it; after a moment, Kisame lets out a noise somewhere between an exasperated sigh and a monster yawn.]
I've never seen a prison with a beach or brochures before.... This is a really nice place you've all got, here. Very welcoming. The basket is a nice touch, though I can't say much for the choice of accessories we're welcomed with..... No accounting for taste, I guess. Ugh.
[A grinding, scraping noise punctuates his comment--likely the sound of a ball-and-chain being dragged through sand or mud. A ridiculously heavy one to hear it, if the weight can be properly conveyed through sound alone. A moment of contemplative silence, and he chuckles.]
Is this really all there is to it? Living in isolation with full amenities until we die of natural causes or whatever? Or do the torture and interrogation come in later? Not that I'm complaining or anything, haha, I just mean this seems more like....well, more like deportation than imprisonment, I guess. Or something. I don't know. I was expecting something a lot more painful and uncomfortable than this, I'll admit. Prison usually isn't a very pretty or pleasant place. I do like the scenery so far though, I'll admit.
......So, uh, listen. My name is Hoshigaki Kisame. If anyone who knows my name is in here, please contact me. And if.... if anybody knows if Uchiha Itachi is around here, that'd also be really helpful, I'd appreciate it a lo--ghhk!
[There's the sound of splashing water, and Kisame splutters indignantly, the high chattering laugh of a dolphin easily heard in the background.]
Why don't you come back here and say that to my face, jerk? Hey--!
[A much louder splash follows; Kisame splutters and coughs again, and a series of splashes and the heavy rasping groan of his weight dragging along behind him follows before he cuts the post short; it seems he's going in after his mischievous new friend, though not without his share of difficulty. At least from the sound of his laughter, it seems more like he's had his pride ruffled than actually been upset by the interruption.]