Facility: newt and adrian Who: Newt and Adrian What: Meeting in the cell, continuing from here. Where: The facility.
The room wasn't too terribly antiseptic on the surface. The bed was covered in a soft blue comforter, and there was a door to the bathroom which closed, offering an illusion of privacy from the small, hidden cameras that beadily watched every angle of the room. There was a television, which was off, and a small bookcase stocked with old bestsellers and inoffensive nonfiction. Near the ceiling, an incised opening shone with warm synthetic daylight. It had been plugged with a pillow from the bed to cover as much of the fake sun as possible.
The only thing that seemed really out of place was a piece of heavy machinery in the corner. A robotic armature on wheels in sterile white, it resembled a piece of hospital equipment, or part of a modern assembly line. Its jointed limb was covered in plates of shining white metal. At the tip was a camera. Right now, it was pointed at the bed. Under the camera was a small black shutter, currently closed.
It was the sound of wings that alerted him to someone being present in the room - the sound of wings, and the eerie quality of all room sound coming to a halt, the deadly silence of no distant humming of machinery or lights, no soft, far-off sound of footsteps, only the breaths of two people in a dead quiet.
He was wearing loose black linen. They might even have been his own clothes, though there was no drawstring in the pants, and they hung loose around his hips. There were bruises on his knuckles, purple and black, and a long ugly scrape along the side of his face, ending in a purple and green bruise at the temple.
And it was Sue. Sue was immediately recognizable to those who knew him, even without the washed-white eyes. He might look up at Newt from the bed, where he was lying with his hands folded behind his bed, with the same dark eyes Adrian had, but there was no mistaking him. Not when his first impulse was to stand up fluidly and move directly into Newt's personal space, coming a little too close.