[Voice | Action-Open] Second Verse, Same as the First?
[The blue boy stops short in his movements when a sudden weight nearly causes him to fall on his face. He blinks, pulls his leg once more brow furrowed and turns to look at his ankle. Lo and behold there is suddenly a ball and chain there.] WHAT THE FUCK!?
[Tugging at the god damn chain and causing a little bit of ruckus as it drags across the ground a foot or two. He's freaking out a bit because THAT WAS SO NOT THERE A MINUTE AGO! Also, too distracted to notice it's morning again. He's cursing up a veritable storm before dejectedly flopping down to take a seat on the ground and stew. He's pulling his ankle up into his lap to have a closer look at the lock. Maybe he can get it off. But he doesn't have his tools... hmmm...
Well. If he were going to be stuck here, may as well talk to the crowd to get some help. He switches his feed back on.]
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[There is a soft, exasperated sigh before the boy finally starts up his entry. Very obviously annoyed if you couldn't tell by the swearing.] So, apparently there are ninjas in this miserable shithole and I fuckin' pissed them off... This so isn't funny.
Anyone got a paperclip or something I can use to pick a lock?
[If you're listening closely you may hear a distinct rattle of chains. "Miserable shithole" because despite the fact they had damn near everything here in comparison, it still sucked to Helix. He honestly felt a little cheated here, he was a big, nasty criminal, why was he being treated so well? Wasn't he supposed to be on death row or something under stricter surveillance than a friggin' ball and chain?? Nevermind the fact he really shouldn't be bitter about this... Right. Lets pass the time with idle chatter shall we? Cause he doesn't feel like dragging his ball all over the dome he's too wounded for that crap.]
So. Who here has actually killed someone? [A pause for effect and a slight, mocking twist to his tone.] C'mon, don't be shy. We're all just criminals here.