OOC: Its 04:52, my eyes sting, my hands are going numb and I need my beds X_x. It doesn't really say in the first post that random characters aren't allowed, what about animals in the basement and stockyards? I mean there's lots of animals but pretty much no animal characters, sooo...(Shrugs) I'll edit later
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(GROUND FLOOR)
(OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA)
Population: Rick? Wic, Corky, Phats
Dimitrio stared at the little mudokon (
Wic) coming to give him a hug. They seemed so nice...Unlike sligs. Sligs would beat and abuse those subservient to them. He wondered for a moment what it would be like if the roles were switched around. Would a mudokon beat a slig? Would a slig resist laziness in fear of being beaten? Would mudokons fire the guns, get the wages and go crazy with power like sligs did? What would they look like on growth hormones and steroids...? The child's smile was full or reassuring kindness.
"It's okay, Mister Swiggy..." His voice was a happy one. Perhaps he had a happy life by industrial mudokon standards. He wrapped his little arms around
Dimitrio's neck. "Why you cwying, anyways?" He sniffled and returned the favor, leaving his mechanical arm out of it. It wasn't soft or confortable. He considered opening up to this child. If he told
Tiro of his problems he'd probably find it odd and not understand these touchy subjects. He didn't know
Cylepso that well yet.
Vester and
Lenny seemed happy all the time. Could they contemplate misery?
Agent didn't seem to care at all. It felt like a stab in the back. He thought she did then she forgot him pretty simply.
“I...I dunno, s-sh-she j-just forgot a-abou -about me...” He whimpered pitifully. “I thought she liked me and now sh-she doesn't -” He flinched and turned when a slig (
Corky) yelled.
There was a slog (
Phats) right there. Memories of the smell of blood, pain, humiliation and fear flooded back to his mind. Slogs were one of his worst fears. Hyperventilating, he clinged to the little mudokon (
Wic) like a lifeboat.