Simms (sinnersstandup) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-12-15 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 061, reginald, simms |
Who: Reginald and Simms
When: Morning, presumably
Where: The security floor
Sleep was interesting when you were underground, Simms was finding. He'd dealt with weird sleep schedules before. He'd been on the night shift before. He had black-out curtains so he could sleep during the day when he needed to. The difference was that he still knew that it was daytime or nighttime. Here, he had people's visits to go off of, the clock on the computer, and his few visits up to the surface. That prick Daniel might have thought that the whole thing was an act, but Simms really was feeling more and more irritated with each passing day in his box, with minimal space and sunlight. The stupid fucking fluorescent lights always being on didn't help, either.
But the annoying fluorescent lights weren't on when Simms woke up. The room was so dark that Simms wasn't even sure he was in his cell at first. He wondered if he'd been removed, and this was some sort of blind challenge, and he had a partner somewhere around here, who was still passed out from whatever drugs they gave them to knock them out when needed. He waited for his eyes to adjust, or to see if he truly was blind. After a few minutes, he decided that he still wasn't sure. He knew for sure, though, that he couldn't hear anyone else breathing around him. He could hear the hum of a generator.
He felt around to determine if he was still in his cell, and when he realized that he was, he stumbled to the spot that led to his secret passage, and spoke the password. He looked up through the trap door, and was pleased to find that the red light at the end of the tunnel was still glowing. So at least there was that.
He started to pull himself up through the trap door and was halfway there when, of course, he felt that now-familiar little vibration on his neck, signaling that someone had just stepped into the elevator. "Are you fucking serious?" he grumbled into the darkness, then he slid back down into his cell. He supposed it was good that someone had thought to even try the elevator to make sure they could get down to him and bring him food, but he would have been fine getting to that fancy new batcave and just spending the day there.
He approached the bars as he waited, then rattled them when he heard the elevator door open. "Turn the fucking lights on," he growled before he could even tell who it was.