Walk with Your Left Foot Forward (Open)

[Esmee Vicomt]

The favorite moment of any given day had just ended. Sarcasm. Miles and miles of sarcasm. Getting hooked up to that machine for three hours was perhaps the only thing that drove pain into the girl's body. The limb itself didn't feel a thing, neither did any of the surrounding body parts. But she had convinced herself they did. Mental anguish turned into a physical faucet for relief. If the body hurt, the brain didn't.

Keeping herself convinced of this routine wasn't hard. Trips at twice a week minimum made for good practice. Now she was stumbling about the halls as if she were drunk. Maybe that would help. Something good and warm to thin her blood out all night long. If she could ever make it to her fridge there would be a friend waiting for her. And by friend in this condition it could only mean a full bottle of liquor. Most likely some form of vodka. By now it was like water to a fish.

At least she wasn't on duty right now. That could make for a horrid, yet fun, combination. Passing by some of the cell blocks on her way she ran her fingers across the bar. Metal plating in her gloves rattled the cages that contained things she didn't consider alive to begin with. It was a shame they wouldn't let her kill the ones they caught. Continuing along she began to chuckle softly. The kind of chuckling that denotes insanity to even the dumbest of individuals. Esmee was fond of her mental state. It made life easier. A few more bars were vibrated before she stopped walking, leaning against a cage door. Inside she could hear breathing.

Pathetic things. You wouldn't even know how to live if we let you. At least in here I get to watch you rot she shouted into the cage, her laughter echoing within.

Terrorizing these things was fun, especially after a dialysis trip. Made her feel slightly better about the crap she just put up with. On rare occasions the carcases would speak back. Usually she was allowed to hit those ones in some fashion. Today might not yield such results, but optimism was in full gear whenever it came to laying a hand on one of them. Even if just a hard jab between whatever form of shoulder joint they had, it made her giggle, inside and out.

[Fox]

Fox had been quietly playing with a few of his stuffed toys in his room. Since his number started with an M0 that meant he got to have an actual room and some privacy, instead of the cells that most of the other inmates had to deal with. He wished he could help, but very few even wanted to talk with him...which made him sad. He tried to ignore the usual night sounds coming from the other inmates, which was hard seeing as his sense of hearing was very good. It didn't help that he was usually nocturnal as well, which meant he had to keep the noise down as he played and kept himself otherwise occupied.

Fox's ears perked up when he heard some odd noise from out in the hall. It wasn't the usual noise of the night, or even the not uncommon crying of someone. Instead it sounded like angry shouting. No one was supposed to be making such noise at this time of night, as it could agitate the others and make them hostile. Fox put his toys down and opened the door of his room, again having some special privileges thanks to his number and his exceedingly docile attitude over the years. Besides, the metal rings around his tails kept his powers in check as long as he wasn't in extreme emotional distress. The humans didn't see any need to keep him locked up like most, letting him come and go from his room as he pleased.

As he peeked out from his doorway, the hallway seemed to fill with a ghostly light as his orbs of blue flame filtered out into the hall. The little balls looked like fire, but they didn't burn or make sound. Those 'fox-fires' seemed to keep most people from bothering him, and also kept him from really making any friends too. Tonight though they gave some illumination to the otherwise black hallway...not that he needed the light to see anyway.

"Hello? Is someone up and about?" He asked, calling out quietly as he looked down the hall one way. As he turned his fuzzy face the other way he spotted what he assumed to be the source of the noise. The woman was wearing clothing that would have hid her amongst the shadows from most people, but Fox saw her quite easily. She didn't look like one of the prisoners to him, but she did seem a little distressed from what he could read from her body language.

"Are you okay Miss?" Fox asked in a polite and concerned tone, taking a few tentative steps out into the hall before closing the door to his room behind him.

[Esmee Vicomt]

Several notions that she was tripping out far beyond usual tried to register within the brain of the hunter who was now using the cage door for support. Lord was that dialysis machine a mother. Clearing her vision out made her realize she was unfortunately not hallucinating. Such a shame, it was fun when she did. A side effect the doc always warned against, but why tell him and let him ruin the fun? It wasn't like she ever get hurt in this state.

When words were able to come out of her mouth in regards to the creature speaking to her, they were met with a series of giggles between each few segments of speech. Well now, what in the hell are you? I bet you aren't supposed to be out. If you aren't do you know what I get to do to you? she asked as she squatted down closer to the thing. It might not have been even remotely like some of the ones she had encountered, but this thing was still a thing, and you treat all things like things, no matter what kind of thing it was.

I think the question you should be asking is if you're gonna be ok if you've got the wrong number on she added before standing back up. That was a horrid idea. Blood rushed out of her legs and into her head, sending her backwards. At least the floor caught her in a somewhat forgiving manner. Esmee didn't seem the least bit phased. Ya know, I could use a furry hat. It's cold out sometimes. I bet you would fit my head just fine with that fat little carcas of yours she suggested with another series of giggling. Her left arm was currently fumbling around her waist as her right attempted to support her weight.

Luckily for Fox, even if she managed to find what she wanted, she was in no physical condition to slice and dice him as she so wished with Redeemer. The potential to even draw the blade with her mechanical arm was looking at odds that were nowhere near a rational number. Not like her brain knew that. Still she tried, fumbling with the weapon several times as she tried to free it from the sheath. Well had she been mentally straight this would have been horridly embarressing. Instead she just kept on giggling, the only thought in mind was chopping this little cretin to bits.

[Fox]

Fox's ears were laying flat against his head now as the strange woman started giggling like a lunatic. She was making him feel very uncomfortable and he started to back up a little, thinking that perhaps returning to his room might be the best thing to do. His fox-fires were reacting to uneasiness as well, growing a little larger and brighter. While the metal rings on his tails kept him from consciously manipulating his powers too much, the rings didn't seem to do anything at all to stifle him when he felt too scared or threatened... which had resulted in the deaths of several scientists.

"I assure you miss, that I may indeed come and go from my room as I please for the most part and that I am following all the rules that were told to me." He tried to sound confident, but he wasn't sure if this woman would believe him due to her current state of mind. He let out a little gasp when she fell down on the floor. His eyes went wide with fright when she suggested making him into a hat, and the fox-fires started to blaze up even more.

"I-I-I d-don't think I'd m-m-make a very good h-hat." Fox was stuttering a little he was so nervous now, and they way the lady seemed to be attempting to draw her sword was not lessening that feeling of nervousness. He wasn't quite sure what he should do in this situation. The woman obviously needed some kind of help, but he didn't want to be the one to do so since she seemed so keen on the idea of making him into a fuzzy fox hat.

"Is there someone I should call for you?" Fox managed to keep himself from stuttering any that time, though he was backing away a few paces.