theatriclizard (theatriclizard) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-04-18 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | anole |
Who: Anole, OTA in Yellow
When: Saturday, April 18th, early afternoon
Where: Vic's room, Yellow Block
What: Vic is bored out of his mind thanks to the lockdown
The lockdown was driving Victor nuts. Days passed so slowly, and he was not able to skip out of training, thanks to guards arriving to escort him to his sessions. He was tired of having to train, tired of being reminded that he was, first and foremost, a gladiator, not a person. It seemed he was not the only one made testy by the lock down, most of his block mates were grumbly, cranky and at least semi-aggressive after a week of being locked inside.
Well, it was Saturday and he was not on at work until later that night, Vic was not going to take the time lying down. He opened the door to his cell and turned on his music, not loud enough to really piss anyone off, but loud enough to be heard. He turned Smash Brothers on the Wii and poured a good bit of various candy into a large bowl and set it on the desk near the door. There, his trap was baited. His room was no larger than any other cell, but he had done his best to make it bright and attractive, a bright green rug on the floor, several colorful beanbags on the ground to provide lots of seating.
Smirking at his clever little plan, Vic stood himself in front of the nice large flat screen he had mounted on the wall, grabbed a Wiimote and started to play against the AI. Sooner or later someone would have to come by, if only for the candy, right? That was usually how it worked, and even if he only got a few minutes of conversation out of it all, it was worth the effort. He happily hummed along to We Built this City on Rock and Roll as he proceeded to kick ass using Princess Peach. ...She was a good character. Shut up.