Who: Gil, open What: Arrival Where: A hallway When: Now Warnings: Desperate madboy
He let out a useless scream and pounded on the glass. Again. His last escape attempt had gotten him shoved in one of the containment jars his father used for the most dangerous captives. Impossible to escape from. Even Tryggvassen wouldn't be able to get out of these. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cool glass. Keeping his head above the level of the viscous nutrient fluid would soon sap all his energy, and he'd be helpless against whatever his father had planned. He had to do something. He had to save Agatha.
Suddenly there was a loud "slooooosh" and the fluid poured to the ground around him. His feet dropped to the floor and immediately slid from under him, not expecting to be holding his weight and unable to find purchase on the slippery surface. He plummeted to the ground.
"What?" he gasped, staring around himself. The jar was gone. He was... free? No. Translocated somehow. He couldn't think that was a good thing. His jaw tighened and he struggled to his feet. His pants were sodden with the thick fluid he'd been suspended in for so long, his chest bare.