Who: Bobby Drake, ota that be on blue block if they want - Remy - Finished. Where: Blue block after hours erm like shut down time in prisons? Maybe? Not sure. When: 3 in the morning, Thursday 11th December What: Yelling.
Sat hunched up in the corner of his cell, Bobby was aching. He didn’t have any recollection of anyone hitting or kicking him in the ribs, but he could feel it. Bruises still grazed his skin, he wasn’t worth the effort as far as using the more expensive treatments, or having one of the healing mutants do their stuff on him, and he was not booked in for a fight so there was no real need to get him sorted out. He’d heal, if he wasn’t healthy enough when he was next roistered to have a fight, then something would get sorted out then. He had a disposable razor in his left hand, had it at the moment idly resting against his jean clad knee. New jeans, well probably not new, but newer. Probably, as far as Bobby’s thoughts went, taken from someone who had died out in the arena. Still, they were new and he didn’t much like them. Hence the razor, and the need to move it around so the head was rested up against the knee and then slowly he began pointlessly scrapping it over it. Scuffed up the heavy denim material, and then the razor was placed on the floor and pieces of thread were picked at. It was a pointless exercise, and one done mostly out of boredom. It took him a good fifteen minutes or so to make a hole, which if he’d kept on with the razor would have taken far less an amount of time, but after that was done he repeated the action on the other knee.
He could hear someone sniffling somewhere down the long hallway, heard a few jeers being chanted out, and pondered the idea of tossing a few out himself, instead he decided to just blank it all out. There was always someone sniffling, there were always others jeering them, though why they did it, and why at times he joined in, Bobby really couldn’t figure out. Again the sheep thought went floating around in his head. Sheep, sheep, sheep, they were all sheep waiting for the slaughter and happily skipping along to meet their fate. Who was the biggest sheep? Not him. Or he was trying to convince himself he wasn’t but really? Yes he was just as bad as all the others. So he’d managed to keep himself from being made the huge big super sheep, or well not so much managed as he was not really on the level of the higher echelons He had the mutant abilities, but he didn’t have the want or need to use them, unless he knew if he didn’t he was going to die. Only he had used them yesterday, not used them in the way it seemed he was expected to use them, but still he’d used them. He could have just given her a bit of gum or something, she seemed so out of it, would she have even noticed the difference? Actually, Bobby believed she would have, she’d made the little ice sculpture into something else. A miniature little person, he had not had time to see if the figurine was actually alive, he had however noticed she’d made the little thing’s eyes the same colour as his own and not reflective of her own. She’d created what the dress should look like, embellished it with the little dainty looking doves.
Bobby Drake, forgot about scowling for all of five minutes and just smiled, smiled first, then spread his legs out on the floor, lifted his head resting it against the cold corner of the cell and broke into laughter. Real laughter, not just cold empty laughter. A sound that had not came from his mouth in a really long time. One he probably had forgotten he could make. Though one now that didn’t want to stop.
It was slowly bubbling downwards mind you when someone yelled out in an irritable voice. “That you Drake you finally lost that feeble mind of yours completely? Shut the fuck up.”
Bobby had actually nearly stopped at that moment, but for some reason the reaction to the laughter had received just made him laugh a little more and a little longer. “Yeah its me and yup, finally my mind has cracked.” Came out a good few minutes after the angry yelling. “Did you ever have a day that was the best day ever, and know, just know that every day after that one, is going to be a challenge?”
“Aw shit Drake, don’t start on the babble, why don’t you just give up on it already? We got some prick down the other end, probably crying for their mommy, now you with the cryptic crap, yet again. Give it a rest. It‘s three in the fucking morning, and I‘m getting a headache.”
“So don’t listen?” Bobby replied and decided he’d be even more annoying, yelling out loudly, “hey you the person that was crying, I just had a really great day, and you know what? There is an angel out there, a blood stained lost looking angel, but she’s out there.” He didn’t mention she was the mistress of the maze, didn’t really mention why he thought such things were worth laughing about, just felt the need to talk at that particular moment. He was warped, yes he knew he was, but shit, if someone that everyone here saw as the biggest monster of them all could make something truly beautiful, then what the fuck? Lap it up, live it and do what you wanted to do to survive till tomorrow or the next day, or the day after that, or maybe even the next one. “And I’ll tell you something else, tears never killed anyone. Don’t listen to all the crap you’ve been hearing, just listen to yourself, and if the crying’s making this place and all its dark shadows dwindle, then keep on doing it.”