OOC: Uhhh, oh wait, his post is deleted, nevermind. I wants Slaveless and Venks, for they are sacredly welcome spleens.
Skillyaslig, how can one roll their shoulders? Or eyes?
IC
(GROUND FLOOR)
(CORRIDORS)
Not sure whenever
Slax or
Cylepso were there, he pushed on with his head low to avoid eye contact. He hated looking people in the eye. He just wanted Agent to be okay...His ribs were showing through as he panted. He was slower than he could of been. That was due to not sleeping enough from the stress and not enough food. He'd have to eat today, like it or not. He wasn't feeling suicidel or self-loathing enough to starve himself to nothing. There was that cafeteria door...His body welcomed the smell of food. Almost drooling while Agent ran through his mind, he used his mechanical arm to shove that door open. His organic arm just got bruised and hurt, even with the simple things sometimes. His housefly-like eyes were pierced with shock.
(CAFETERIA)
Agent just lay and watched
Silph answer to that yellow boy (
#9), then walk off. He was saying things to a slig with a ripped tentacled face...She couldn't remember who exactly he was, but she didn't like him one bit.
"Geez, it's just a kid...maybe he needs educating though. Does he have a guardian?"
Scarface groaned at the unfamiliar voice. He scowled underneath his metal infra-red mask. Strange thing, infra-red vision. Warm things like people were in reds and yellows, cold things like walls were purple, blue or other colours. It stopped camoflaging people running off, though a certain sneaky mudokon could hide from it in the shadows. How exactly? A little shade wouldn't freeze away all of your body heat. Were mudokons even warm-blooded in the first place? Being a dumb slig, all he knew was people were warm-looking and the surroundings usually weren't.
"Of course not, he's a stinkin' mud!" He snapped for no reason. He had been sulky since he came here. He wanted to talk to Dimitrio, but the younger slig always ran away. He had a good enough reason to do so, Scarface was a sadist.
"He's a filthy slave, why would -" He turned around while talking, finding he was facing some beast (
Silph) and still didn't have his gun with him. He shup up and stayed rooted to the spot. It sure looked carnivorous...And it was in the cafeteria...
Agent tapped her thick nails on the floor. She wasn't like other sligs. Her nails grew harder and to a sharp point (She had a tough time filing them down), she has an intolerance to meat (Shame they only served scrab legs) and sometimes instinct would take over. She would feel an urge to mess around her bed covers, sniff around at other sligs and another one she didn't understand. But it was getting on her nerves. It never left her, and just grew worse as she grew older. It was like she was leaving something unfulfilled...But what?
Tiny narrowed his eyes at that really fat walking slig (
Patrick). Since when were sligs allowed to get that fat? Dimitrio had one arm, but he also had a metal one to make up for it. What was this guy's excuse? A corset? It was pretty obvious he was reffering to him. He didn't know what hypocrite meant, but it was hypocrisy that annoyed him. He critised him for being not too brave a big when he was fat with the figure of a eusocial queen. He jumped (Not really. Big bros couldn't jump, they were too heavy) when the fat guy (
Patrick) screamed about the bathroom. He shyly stomped over, cleared his throat, pointed to the swinging door and spoke in his usual high voice.
"Its upstairs, next to the sleepy room." As sick of being ridiculed as he was, he didn't want that slig to poop everywhere. There'd be an awful mess, smell and he would cringe deeply for him. Even pity him. Yet another scream made him 'jump'.
Agent 80085 screeched like a caught rabbit when something sharply bony hauled her off the floor in a grip of flesh and metal. It gripped her body and held her tight. It wouldn't let go as she fought and struggled against it, wriggling her tail and body. Her arms were held to her sides. She squealed some more as she cried in desperation.
"MOMMY! MOMMY; HELP ME!" She wailed. Her naked self smacked the metal floor when she was dropped suddenly. She lay still and played dead. Nothing happened for some seconds and no one was tearing into her flesh, so she turned around on her hands and snarled up at a slig. It was just some pathetic-looking bony slig with...A weird arm.
"Agent; you're okay!" He gasped. "I-I th-thought you were dead but you're-you're alive and-and - YOU'RE ALIVE!" Whoever this weirdo was, he was unable to contain his excitement. She on the other hand was unable to not be creeped out and nervous like a cornered animal. Another hug hurt her physically. She gacked for air, then did what she usually did when she got scared. She hid it with rage. That slig was on the floor faster than he could say 'I missed you'. He slowly looked over at the naked, growly, butchy, busty female slig. It was his turn to be scared.
"Get lost, creep!" She almost spat. "Who the!..." Her dictionary failed her again. "...Who do you think you are?!" He stared at her like she had socked him in the face. Tentacles wobbling, he got up and shakily walked over to get some scrablegs.
Tiro has stood and watched the commotion since he strangely got bored quickly of chasing Scarface. perhaps the thought he might get caught put him off. Dimitrio just walked away while shaking to get some scrablegs, picked one up and then dropped it. Accidently, though, having a phrosthetic limb to do things lacked the same grace of a normal limb. He held his face in both his real and unreal hands and sobbed.
Agent lowered her head. Perhaps she was too harsh on the guy? Her black eyes were as wide as saucers when she realized who he was. Cursing, she crawled quickly, then slowly as not to scare him off.
"...Ummm..." She didn't know where to start. She had never apologized before in her life.
BWHAHAHAHA.....(did everyone die?)
