TBC (onshakyground) wrote in marvel_prep, @ 2013-09-13 22:09:00 |
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Current mood: | calm |
Entry tags: | avalanche |
Narrative: Eyes Forward
Characters: Dominik Petrakis [Narrative]
NPCs: MDC Guards
Location: Indoor Recreational Area
Timeline: 13th September 2013
Description: Like always Dominik watches and observes
Rating: PG
For all his silence Dominik was still watching, noting the movement of the guards, learning their names, shift patterns and watching for any visible signs which could give him a good read on them. He'd given the information he had managed to garner from his time on the inside to Bobby and he hoped it was doing some good, but he just didn't know anymore. Tomorrow would mark one month since he and Petra had been arrested and those four weeks no matter how short they may seem to others did seem like an absolute eternity to him. Dominik blamed the prison for that and the constant unrelenting routine, but shit happened and it was all about how you chose to deal with it.
He noticed a guard looking at him and quickly averted his eyes, pretending that the section of his book was by far the most interesting thing happening. The ruse worked and the guard went back to his conversation meaning the Avalanche was able to lift his gaze again, intense eyes fixed and those rather large ears listening for anything he could use or any indication of where the control for the collars might be.
Unfortunately they were always tight lipped about that particular detail and it was frustrating, especially as for all the apatheticness which had apparently overwhelmed him Dominik wasn't about to give up on the small slither of hope that he could access his powers. A breath was pushed out of his chest and his teeth went right back to toying with the cut on his lip, the same cut that would have healed ages ago had Dominik not picked at it and it was probably going to scar. A souvenior of his time spent behind the bars of the MDC.
Time was most definitely on his side and Dominik was nothing if not a patient person, even if he on occasion envisioned himself ripping this godforsaken place apart one brick at a time by unleashing hell, but those were thoughts bound to get him into trouble or take him to dark places that he may not be able to get back from or even want to come back from.
When had playing by the rules ever got him anywhere?
Dominik pulled that anger inwards and let it settle somewhere in the pit of his stomach, pushing it down and making it dormant the same way a volcano was before it exploded and killed every living thing in its path. It was always the quiet ones you had to watch out for, they were always the worse.
Time, everything took time.