Helix Wamtani (bluemoondog) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2012-02-01 13:52:00 |
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[Action | Open to DF members] Night of 151 into day 152
[Once apprehended Helix was pretty quiet and uncooperative to any questions about the bomb. He sat at the back corner of his cell and watched everyone as they searched the compound. Eventually he began to speak up, distracting them with a game of Hot and Cold, telling one or the other that they were close. But part way through he switched it up, telling one person who looked in the same "cold" spot that they were "hot" or vice-verse and clearly indicating he was lying the whole time.
When they finally discovered the bomb he was snickering, knowing damn well that it was on a hairpin trigger. The moment the covering was moved, the stink-bomb went off, there was no other way to get to the thing without it going off. It didn't matter cause it wouldn't honestly hurt anyone. And in a way, yes, he trapped himself with the stench too, but it was worth it. Their struggles, their agitation and inconvenience to take this seriously, their hours spent looking for something they thought was dangerous, turned out to be fake. His bomb went off anyway. That's all that mattered. His lies, his ruse, twisting around the truths, it all lead up to this. This is exactly what he wanted all along.
Hours ticked by and helix didn't utter a word. Even if he were addressed he would only really respond with a snicker and smug silence, a look or just ignoring them all together. Through the night he remained awake, alert, training his eyes on the ceiling of his cell or watching his captors intently. In any other circumstance he might have tried more to bait or chide anyone on watch into talking, arguing or otherwise yelling at him, but not this night. He was too focused on keeping himself alert and awake. He'd gotten a good nights sleep before so it wasn't as hard as it had been.
By morning he was still quiet as can be, keeping to himself and watching the goings on. The stink didn't bother him much it seemed, but he breathed fairly shallow too. His cold, dark eyes would follow others and in a way he was trying to just unnerve them with a gaze. He didn't seem happy to be in his cell of course, boredom was starting to take it's toll already and it would only be a matter of time till he acted on it to amuse himself. But for now he was fighting his own want to speak up in order to not give them what they probably expected. He was smug and satisfied the night prior but by day time he seemed distant and drawn in.
He was ready for a verdict and being ignored for the most part had him calm and silent, like a child put in the corner. They hadn't won of course, this response was his choice, but more so he'd fallen into his normal state of irritation and grumpiness. He really didn't mind being left alone, this was what he wanted.
Or what he tried to tell himself.
He was testing them, always testing them. He was honestly curious how long it would take them to poke or prod their caged criminal or if they even cared.]
((ooc: Anyone in the DF is welcome to talk to him. This is for overnight and all day through 152. If needed we can even use this post to cover his entire stay in the cell at HQ. I'm open for anything!))