Kylie Michelle Kensington || Bobby Drake (justchillinhere) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-08-24 02:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !au, !plot week, frankie discombe, henry walker, kylie kensington, rachel young |
WHO: Kylie Kensington and OPEN
WHAT: Some captive musings and probably sarcasm.
WHERE: A prison specifically for super powered people. So probably The Cube.
WHEN: AU timeline!!!!!!
WARNINGS: Heavy language and sarcasm? The rest TBD.
Wanna hear a knock-knock joke?
Bobby's question was met with an awkward silence from Kylie, the only noises either of them could hear were the sounds of their fellow prisoners being tortured. She'd started to learn to discern the screams to know who was on the chopping block at the moment. It was all the better to calculate when it would be her turn again when she heard the buzzing of the gates and the soldiers marching their way in. Whoever was getting it right then was three turns ahead of her. Unless they switched things up, she was okay for a few more hours. Or as okay as she could be in her situation where everyday was a new strenuous test to search for the limits of her powers.
I'm going to take that as a no.
Kylie sighed and smirked. The one thing her captives had been unable to do was make her lonely. When there was somebody in your head at all times, it didn't matter how isolated they attempted to keep any of them at the beginning, they always had company. They must have figured out their mistake quickly because over time her cell had been moved so that she was next to others, the walls thin enough that they could communicate with each other--and hear the darker moments as well. The torture, the crying, the uncomfortable silence when another one was lost to the experimentation. Time claimed a lot of lives, and Kylie had been there a long time.
Her family had been one of the first grabbed. It made sense of course. The list that had been leaked years ago included many a Kensington on it, and her family was famous enough that their whereabouts were constantly known. They were easy targets, her and Ed. Tranquilizers knocked out even the toughest of mutants--except Frankie. That bitch had a healing factor, a power each and every person in that prison was jealous of. She'd lost track of how long she'd been there. At first she'd tried scratching marks for each passing day, but keeping track was hard when you were unconscious sometimes with no way to determine how long you were out for. She didn't even know if Ed was one of the ones pronounced a casualty. Or her team. We're there any X-Men left on the outside? Was Thomas still alive and fighting? They weren't forthcoming with the news in there; it was complete and utter disconnect from the outside world.
Worst was the disconnect from her powers. When they weren't experimenting on her, they kept her cell as dry as possible. Even as an Omega level mutant, she was limited by the lack of moisture. Escape was impossible.
Hey. At least it wasn't a lynch mob this time?
Kylie furrowed her brow. "Really, Bobby? Shut up."
Aye aye captain.
She winced at the sound of another scream, forcing her screaming limbs to move over to the window if her cell to peer out. There was a two-way radio installed allowing her to hear her surroundings and communicate in return--they had no doubts nobody there was going anywhere, so why not let their misery be contagious?
"Oh good, it's the ugly guard." She spoke loud enough that anybody in the area could hear her. A suicidal move? Probably. But what was the point in self-preservation anymore anyways?