Maggie was pacing the small space like a caged animal, fiddling with her hands or running them through her hair. Anytime she got too close to one of the walls the silver would start to glow a faint red. It may have been her first day but she had already had made a few escape attempts. She was still trying to figure out how they knew to use silver against her.
Emaelia had stayed silent when Crystal had asked her the question. Biting her lip once more and feeling the metallic taste hit her tongue, she glared at her and retracted her wings slowly. "Leave me alone," she said bitterly.
Cassie scoffed. "No one was talking to you, angel," she muttered.
Scott looks around with his gray ears back and sees other people. He mutters something under his breath, he says something about his back hurting and soon he looks like he's flat out unconscious.
Emaelia stopped biting her lip, a drop of blood appearing on her lower lip and turned to Cassie. "And no one asked, kid," she shot back.
"It was generally implied in your statement when you said 'leave me alone' that you thought someone wasn't leaving you alone. This was not the case. Don't call me a child, please," Cassie responded with a sarcastic smile.
Crystal sighed and got up. "All of you PLEASE calm yourselves! Take rest and sleep. It will do you more good then bad to do so by choice before it's forced upon you." She said, as the vines that had wrapped around the bars slithered away. She knew she was hated here, more used to people liking her. It hurt a bit, but there was nothing she could do. "Before the guards get here, you all should rest and keep quiet."
"Ugh, fine," Emaelia groaned. She leaned against the bars of her cage and closed her eyes, but she was still fully conscious.
Crystal returned to her sketching and writing, even humming a bit.
"That implies I'm not calm," Cassie laughed quietly. Though there would be plenty of reason for me not to be.
Scott regains conciseness and looks around with his back still hurting. He sees a doctor and a handful of other people. He just thinks "Well, this isn't good. I'm in a room cell. I'm just trying to be a normal pers…" He stops his thought abruptly, wincing at the pain in his back. He tries to lie to himself. After a few moments, he realizes lies don't change the present.
Diara watched the others interact. It's not like I can do much else than keep quiet, He thought in response to Crystal's suggestion. She didn't seem terrible. At least she freed his hands and seemed to want to help… but she was with the people who put them in there, so she couldn't be trusted.
Scott looks up at his hands and sees that they are cuffed and stuck to a bar. He knows struggling won't do anything except waste energy, so he does nothing. Just falls back asleep.
Despite not being able to rely on his sight, Caspian was still able to piece together a few things. The first—the cells around him were being filled up. Rather quickly, it seemed. The second—Crystal gave him a weird vibe. She'd helped him, yeah, but there was something about her tone and actions that put him severely on edge. He definitely wasn't willing to trust anyone at this point, so with great reluctance, he hobbled to the flimsy, dingy mattress and sat. He wasn't sure he could ever sleep again.
Scott woke to a noise somewhere around him. He growled quietly, looking around him. He still couldn't figure out where he was. 'I need to stay quiet so they won't think I'm dangerous.' He thought.
Crystal had fallen asleep, curled up much like a fox on the bed. She couldn't help it. But her ears flicked and perked every once in a while at strange new voices and sounds, growls and whispers. (I have never played Crystal in a sort of bad-guy villian esque roll before. If you guys kill her though, be humane about it. She's my favorite character and I put in a lot of love, so just. A little kindness is all I ask.)
(Not that dark, lights in the cell block)
(We may not kill off really anyone tbh)
(Okay awesome. Anyways Slash maybe you should interject? Get things moving)
Dave looks over at everyone in the cell block, Jesus Christ, he thinks, as Dr. Sam walks in the cell block, "Alright, time for tests, I'll take, hmmmmm, Maggie."
Crystal woke up as soon as she heard Dr.Sam and got up, her face pressing to the bars as she looked out, eyes training on him. She glared a little and huffed, returning to her bed. She knew she was close to not being in a cell and having an actual office so she held her tongue of her complaints about the guards.
Maggie froze with wide eyes when the man called her name. ”What do you want with me?” she asked as the guards approached her cell.
Scott is woken up and see guards approaching. He quickly tries to move his hands, forgetting that they're still cuffed to a bar. He sighs quietly because this position was getting uncomfortable.
"Oh and also, get Scott and Dave for tests"
(Btw that was Dr.Sam)