As seth was running out of song to sing he than just caught the ball with his right hand as hes stomach rumbled. He than said to himself
"What does a guy go to do to feed himself in this place"
He than grabbed his knife and started to carve a piece dirty cheese that was left i guess from the last prisonor that was in this room.
"damn" He said loudly as he cut himself when he jumped when he heard a bang sound down the hall. "Did someone get shot?"
Berina was woken by the semi-loud talking of the others in the cells not far from her. Sighing and rolling over onto her side she pulled the blanket over her form and tried to get back to sleep.
((Intro for my new character vvv))
Jing sat quietly in her cell, having endured just under a week of being cooped up she'd made an unconcious decision to get fit and meditate to pass the time. The raised voices from the other cells cut into her calm thoughts and she opened a quizzical eye, listening to their conversations.
Project? So, this woman was with that virus corporation perhaps? Staring into that vent, a slight scoff passed his lips before he spoke once more. "So, you both were created just to kill us? I mean, two projects roaming about an infested area. You're most likely herding sheep. I hope that R character was killed off, or eaten alive. Quite ironic." He had on purpose slipped out of his Russian accent, using a rather intelligent dialect.
"I never said he was an project nor am I.If you ever speak of him,I'll kill you my self.If i was meant to kill you I would have by now.What makes you think these bars can hold me."She then noticed his Accent was gone"Just who are you,I know your not Russian,Your accent just left."She stood you to the vent,both her eyes glowing."For your info yes i am an project an me an R where made to help fight in the next world war.Also to protect the lot of you"
Berina literally flicked a switch in her mind and spoke to Shalimar telepathically, ~I suggest you quieten down Shalimar. We dont know who's listening and if you keep giving out you life story then you could get more than you bargained for. Remember that the world out there doesn't know what entirely happened with Umbrella...I advise you to be very careful~
Jing was now sitting at the end of her bed, head cocked slightly to the left in an intent of listening in as best she could on the conversations. It was then that she spotted someone near the outside of the cell perimeter doing the same as she. Smiling a little, she was greatfull to be so close to the perimeter now and snuck over to the adjoining wall and rapped quietly on the wall, smiling as she saw the mans eyes divert to the sound. She then spoke quietly, "And just what do you think you're doing? Don't you know its rude to eavesdrop?"
((Jing is talking to Matt 😛))
Originally posted by Shalimar_fox
"I never said he was an project nor am I.If you ever speak of him,I'll kill you my self.If i was meant to kill you I would have by now.What makes you think these bars can hold me."She then noticed his Accent was gone"Just who are you,I know your not Russian,Your accent just left."She stood you to the vent,both her eyes glowing."For your info yes i am an project an me an R where made to help fight in the next world war.Also to protect the lot of you"
Only listening to the other now, those idle threats and even the denouncing of the truth she had blissfully told to him. Bringing himself to shake his head, she at least noticed he had dropped that Russian accent. "You didn't exactly guess, that calling your friend by 'Project' R wouldn't have me guessing he was a project? I doubt a science experiment could befriend a normal human being. As for what I am? I am complicated. That's all you need to know." Words quieted, the male turned once more back to his desk.
(DragonWoman, i'm going to talk with you in PM again. >_>; About Project R. ee; )
Originally posted by DragonWoman
Berina literally flicked a switch in her mind and spoke to Shalimar telepathically, ~I suggest you quieten down Shalimar. We dont know who's listening and if you keep giving out you life story then you could get more than you bargained for. Remember that the world out there doesn't know what entirely happened with Umbrella...I advise you to be very careful~Jing was now sitting at the end of her bed, head cocked slightly to the left in an intent of listening in as best she could on the conversations. It was then that she spotted someone near the outside of the cell perimeter doing the same as she. Smiling a little, she was greatfull to be so close to the perimeter now and snuck over to the adjoining wall and rapped quietly on the wall, smiling as she saw the mans eyes divert to the sound. She then spoke quietly, "And just what do you think you're doing? Don't you know its rude to eavesdrop?"
((Jing is talking to Matt 😛))
Matt, Then Looking a Jing replied "uh...ya caught me hehe, i was just curious that's all. *smiling* "Nice to meet ya, My name's Matt"
Originally posted by Shad0w_Frost
Matt paused for a second thinking to himself about the conversation he had heard..."could these people have been experimented on as well?" He thought...Remembering what his parents did to him at that Umbrella lab so long ago.Matt, Then Looking a Jing replied "uh...ya caught me hehe, i was just curious that's all. *smiling* "Nice to meet ya, My name's Matt"
Jing smiled back, Matt's face was a little blurry because of the thick platic walling separating them but she still smiled none the less. "I'm Jing...I really envy you right now Matt...being outside and all that is." She chuckled.
Originally posted by Shalimar_fox
*oh yeah right.*Shalimar sat back down"So any body got the time?"
~Not meaning to be forward its just that I dont want you drawing any unwanted attention to yourself. I know the Chinese and they only know about me...no one else and I'd rather it stayed that way.~ Berina replied telepathically.
Seat taken once more, the male was disgruntled now. He was sorrounded by the unfamiliar, let alone a rather off shot creature, whether it be violent or passe, he couldn't bother himself to speak it. This containment routine hardly made sense. Eyes roaming about the small room, he was hoping to find the slightest chance of the uncanny. Prehaps a microphone, things of that nature. Scooting his chair slightly, the male rose approaching the door. Gazing through the platic cover, a hand rose to rest against it before trying the handle.
Originally posted by DragonWoman
Jing smiled back, Matt's face was a little blurry because of the thick platic walling separating them but she still smiled none the less. "I'm Jing...I really envy you right now Matt...being outside and all that is." She chuckled.
Matt smiled with a sinister grin on his face "Well...maybe i can help with that....Want me to try and get ya outta there?" 😎
Originally posted by DragonWoman
Jing raised an eyebrow and smirked which almost showed as she spoke, "I'm not quite sure that's such a good idea Matt..."
Everything had happened in a blur almost. The last countdown for the bomb activation, it most obviously not being radioactive, and it had been an extremely close call. Racing the clock so to speak, he had been somewhat deep within the already ruined laboratory. Deadfang racing at his side, there hadn’t been anything of that severe nature however. After that final announcement, everything had nearly been swiped clean. The incident, his confinement, everything had been gone. However, he had been capable of fetching a speedboat, the water transportation route below the sewers perfect for escape. A storm wasn’t something he could find fairing though. Horrible in all sense, he was the cliché toy boat amass the giant bathtub.
Tossed, thrown and shaken, the boat had held for as long as possible before a strong wave cascaded the tip of the boat, sending it into a flip. Crashing at reentry, driftwood was his only saving moment. The large bottom of the boat had come clean off supplying both Deadfang and he a safer route, if once could call it that. Freezing waves smashed his already worn form, one arm about his only friend, the other grasping madly towards the edge of the driftwood piece. Eyes remaining open, his chin was pressed harshly up against the wood, as Deadfang squirmed slightly here and there.
Finally, he had heard it just before completely loosing himself. The loud noise being the ship driftwood crashing against the Chinese freighter’s side, he nearly fell completely off the ship, only keeping a firmer grip. Suddenly, a jolt of pain rose up his arm, welcomed with the slight popping of what was most likely either a broken arm, or dislocated shoulder. He had almost most definitely broken a finger or two in this little boat escapade. Mouth opening, his hoarse voice sounded over the slight calm in the storm. “Help!”