donttouchthefur | first escape

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[When the feed clicks on, there's what appears to be a raccoon staring at the screen, teeth bared and lips pulled back into what might be a vicious smile, if smiling was a thing raccoons were capable of. He's dressed in what can only be called a jumpsuit, made of red fabric and dark leather, and if the utter chaos that can be seen behind him is any indication, he's not exactly thrilled to be there.

When he speaks, however, there's no trace of that, only sharp humor and the kind of arrogance that says this is only a setback. Temporary.]

Two joints in two days? I'm flattered, really, wasting all that time and money on little ol' me. Sorry about that last one, but if you look in the depths of your measly breeder hearts it was a cakewalk and you know it.

So who are you, Nova or Kree? Not that it matters. We're all screwed either way, right?

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[They'd given him a communicator, and honestly that was all he needed to know about the place. They were soft, they were stupid. He'd be out of here in no time, and never mind Ronnan and his stupid giant hammer. If the Galaxy was doomed he didn't want to be anywhere near the center of it, and okay, so what was the point, he knew that, but survival instinct was strong.

First order of business after seeing what bit on the network was seeing what he had to work with, including the comm. Depending on how it worked, what kind it was, he could use it to hack or blow something up or at least zap something, but when he pulled it apart it exploded, showering him in confetti and multicolored string and Styrofoam pellets. What the hell...?

So much for that plan. Whatever, he'd figure out something else. Had to be plenty of patsies to work, every place had at least one.

He ventured outside the cell after that, roamed the halls he found on the other side, and it was way nicer than anyplace he'd been before, way too cushy for a real prison, but he could work that too.

He worked his way into the ductwork, easy enough with his size and claws, peeked a head out wherever he found a grate; other cells, communal bathrooms, a gym, a library... A few wouldn't open, so he scratched and clawed and pulled and cursed at them, eventually moving on when they didn't give. Had to find a tool for it, he'd come up with something. Come back to it.

He found the deck, climbed the railing to stare at the stars, try to pick out where in the universe they were. If he could figure out where he could maybe figure out a way off, somebody to contact, something to take advantage of. He found the mess eventually, ventured in when he finally got hungry enough, walked across the floor like he owned the place, like he wasn't two feet tall (and he knew that was being generous). Like he was somebody not to be messed with.]

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[Amused and teasing was the last thing Rocket wanted to deal with right now; it was the cream of the cake, really. He moved towards the slop line, and he might have just ignored the newcomer if he hadn't addressed him directly. As it was, he didn't so much as glance in his direction, instead reached up and of course the damn thing was over his head. Low enough he could reach, at least, but that was about it. He glowered at it in irritation before responding.]

Why. That seem funny to you?

I know that they wanted staff and they asked me but...

[A smirk.]

Do you need some assistance there? A lift, perhaps?

But what. Go ahead, don't stop on my account.

I'm fine. Thanks.

[There was a snarl in the words as he tried to inch up a little further to see what was available; he'd be damned if he'd ask this guy for help.]

There was a little question of poisoning. They have to be able to trust their workers here.

[He continues to watch Rocket with a look of amusement.]

I take things from people, sometimes by force. I don't poison people.

[Okay. He's had enough of this struggling-to-reach bullshit. He stalks off to grab a chair or something before renewing his efforts, this time having a much easier time of getting at the food.]

That would be in your file.

Unless you happen to be a warden.

And that's my problem how? Most people don't just assume other people are gonna poison 'em.

[Food successfully achieved -- mostly meat, with a few vegetable-like things -- he climbs back down with tray in hand, moving towards a table. If the guy wants to follow him that's his own business, Rocket's main goal at the moment is food.]

[Loki does trail along after him. He's frequently bored here and Rocket is someone new.]

No, you have to imply it at least.

So what is your name?

And when did I imply it?

[He hops up onto the chair after sliding the tray onto the table, leaning over it to take a couple mouthfuls before answering the second part.]

Rocket.

You did not. I was talking about myself.

I am Loki.

Oh, so you poison stuff. Great. Remind me not to touch anything after you.

I implied as such when they wanted me to work in the kitchen.

[He looks amused.]

They didn't want to take the chance.

Edited 2015-01-05 13:04 (UTC)

[So sarcastic.]

Imagine that.

So I suppose you know why you are here.

Well I'm assuming it's cause I've been a bad boy. Kinda why they send you to prison, right?

Usually. Although some sentences are unfair and given out by those who do not understand the broader picture.

Yeah, and they only say that to try to convince the idiots who'll buy it.

Which is not you, I take it.

Listen, I may not be that old, but I've been around long enough to know better.

I am sure that you do.

[He glances around.]

I will leave you to your meal then...

[And departs, seemingly having spotted someone he knows.]

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[Spam] Wrapping up but they can speak again later!