RP: Shark in the Water Characters: Chase Time/Date: later afternoon, October 13 Location: Algul Siento jungle, then beach, then the water Warnings/Rating: Swears maybe? Summary: Chase explores and seeks escape. How predictable Status: Closed
The room was different, and he wasn't aware of any earthquakes. Chase grinned wolfishly as he eased out of bed. The changes in scenery were the few things he had to look forward to. Harassing people got old, using wasn't as much fun when he couldn't do half of the things he wanted to, and he wasn't really in a rush to get his jaw broken again.
Chase explored quickly, but thoroughly. Blue eyes lit up when he saw the greenery outside, and after checking the network, he headed outside. He inhaled, and decided this was not closed up like the other place had been. There was no line, and no mention of a line, and while he wasn't naive enough to assume the place was trap free, at least there was a more tangible possibility of escape.
Cutting through the jungle, he quickly realized that he should have taken time to prepare for this. Gone searching for a machete or something to break through the hanging vines and underbrush. He paused, and thought about going back to get one before deciding against it. Instead, he pulled up his power, letting his eyes flash black before he plunged forward.
It was tough going, and it took him about an hour, give or take, to get through. He'd used some, but not very much, and once he reached the beach on the other side of the jungle, he stepped across the sand. He looked around to see if there were any paths (because it would have both disgusted and amused him to discover he'd cut through the jungle right next to a path), but didn't notice any.
He strode over the wet sand toward the water, glancing up at the overcast sky. It wasn't raining just now, but the threat was there. Chase grinned and slipped out of his shoes and jeans and stripped off his shirts. He piled his clothing under a leaf, using his power to mark an X on the tree next to it in case he got disoriented coming out of the water. Licking the moisture off his lips, Chase started toward the water. He waded in, peering down to see how far the sandbar seemed to go, but not really caring.
One would think he would have learned his lesson from the prior two times he'd attempted to defy his prison, but no dice. He was up to his waist, and then his chest, and then he saw the edge of the submerged island. He hesitated, just for a moment, then plunged ahead. He started to stroke through the water, a grin on his lips. This wasn't a cage like the other place had been. These were real breezes with real smells, not the recycled air they'd been breathing. Ducking his head under the water, Chase opened his eyes to peer around.
He stopped abruptly as he saw what appeared to be a very large shark cruised past him. He wasn't afraid, but he wasn't an idiot, either. Most of the time, anyway. He moved slowly, surfacing and watching the water. Blue eyes sought the shadow of the creature, and he watched as it ... swam back. And forth. Like it was fucking patrolling. "What the fuck?" he bellowed. "You have fucking trained patrol sharks? This is bullshit," he screamed to ... whoever was listening. Could they hear him, this far out?
He started slowly closer to the shark, who he saw had tightened its patrol. Was it real? They couldn't do holographs under water, right? But they couldn't fucking train sharks. Could they?
Chase very suddenly wasn't sure that they couldn't train sharks as he saw three of then converging in a very tight patrol. Not attacking, but definitely blocking his progress. Were they even real sharks, or synthetic constructs?
Either way, it was something worth knowing. He began to backstroke toward the shore, planting his feet on the ground once he reached it. He half-trudged, half-swan until the water was only up to his waist, and then he walked in the rest of the way. With a sigh, he flopped down onto his back on the beach to catch his breath and give the situation some very serious consideration.