Dev(Simon),Second(Duos) and Kitty’s(Alistair) Intro

“Talking”

‘Thoughts’

*Actions that can’t be in the sentence*

(Outside conversion)

{Thoughts after the intro for when I actually start rping}

“Simon~” A voice like chime bells echoes off the walls of a poorly lit hexagonal room. Strangely there is a slight whine in it, she wants to play.

“Dev.” A long haired man bangs away at the keys of his large white desk-top, light flickers blue-white on his glasses. The crimson dots upon the specs where drying, ‘How annoying I’ll have to clean those soon.’

“Huh?” The girl with the angel’s voice bobs up and down on her feet she can hardly contain her excitement. Tilting her head to the side a look of confusion. “Oh wait yeah, Dev...sorry.” The bouncing stops if only for a moment. Her face, the face of a girl no more than thirteen, droops crest fallen in absolute failure, silver strands of hair dance about her face dusting over luminous cheeks.

“It’s fine.” The man clad in a white, brown stained lab coat is tired. His eyes cultivate a perpetual garden of dark bags and his shoulders slump in the exhaustion. ‘It’s only been nine days straight ...not good. I must be getting old.’ Any other day he would have gladly put energy into being himself, a psychotic sadist, ripping people apart in the name of good old science. But sadly today was not the day. “You can good now.”

“Yes sir.” The girl still droops in failure her hands would fidget with the bottom of her skirt if it were not for the abnormally large saucer of cream they held. As it was her toes curl and uncurl in their shoes, a small attempt to make up for the lack of hands. She turns from the dim room with the man and his endless work.

“Duos!”

“Yes!” Springing up abruptly Duos whirls, the cream in her saucer slouches dangerously close to the edge.

“Coffee afterwards?” A noise of plastic scraping places grates through the pair’s ears. His chair swiveling, a faint creepy cat-who-ate-the -canary-and-got-away-with-it smile spread over his dull features.

The girl’s, Duos's, eyes sparkle. “Yes! Yes Sir ,Dev ,Sir.” She nods happily and then rushes out of the room.

Dev swivels back in his chair and breathing a long heavy sigh. ‘Maybe I should take up smoking....too bad that would tamper with my work.’ “Rehehehe.” Dark eerie chuckling follows the girl as she leaves and a truly psychotic smile brings a flash of white teeth in sharp relief to the dark room. He resumes typing. ‘Almost ready’

-Somewhere in a cell next to Blake’s-

Alistair was not a happy kitty, Alistair was not a happy kitty at all. ‘What is this! Why is lunch so late!’ He paces the six by six whitewashed bared cell he was allotted. ‘And I haven’t seen a chick the past month, or well at least not one I could have.’ He is a frustrated, hungry, angry and needy, a typical nineteen year old male. Once, twice, three times around, he paces the tiny cell. Morning light streams through windows he will never reach from a sky he will never freely walk under. “Rraahh!” Temper, temper how it can get the best of you, cement crackles as he send his hand careening into the pale colorless wall not caring how his neighbor would feel. “Oww d*mn!” Falling to his knees the man drops shaking out his hand, wall one leopard neko zero. ‘Oh what I wouldn’t do for a b**** right now.” He moans exasperatedly and waits for the drugs to wear off arms dangling limply at his sides.

“Kitty Kitty?”

Golden-green eyes snap open as Alistair jumps in his skin. “Duos!” The same golden-green orbs roam to the ceiling above him. ‘Maybe there are gods after all? Huh, who would’ve thunk?.......” His eye twitches. “Too bad she isn’t older!!!!! Wehh!” Mentally his eyes water at his poor luck.

Slosh.

A delightful noise hits his ears just as he inhales the wonderful scent of-

“Does the Kitty want some cream?” Back is to the windows the girl basks in light like a little angel.

‘How did I not see that, smell that, hear her?’ “Creeeeeeeeeeam.” The kitty swallows, mouth watering, eye following the saucer as the girl moves it back and forth. A shockingly pink tongue emerges from the boy’s lips and runs over their ragged torn crevasses. He prowls forward, as he is still on his knees and hesitantly sniffs extending his next and leaning forward. “Drugged” He flashes a concerned look to her, there was always the risk but usually the reward was worth it.

At the shaking of her head a toothy smile begins to bloom on the leopard hybrid’s face. “I know they are always slow getting to your house. So I thought I would brings you a little treat!” She slides the saucer under the bars and begins pawing through her satchel, Alistair already clenching the circular pan and beings to lave it noisily, desperately. “WAIT! She demands though it is more of a desperate whine than a command. “I..got...some..AH!” Proudly a roll appears from the messenger bag. She holds it out it to him through the bars, her tiny hand having no problems navigating the tight space.She did not see, hear or understand the danger of this gesture, Alistair did. He stops, raising his head from the plate, eyes feral from want. Her tiny arm with it’s little package stays illuminated, occupying the full scoop of his mind and at the time, his world.

‘I could kill her. Or break her arm, maybe hold her demand release. I could get out of here!....’ Duos remains smiling, she wiggles the roll encouragingly then pauses and seems to shirk away without actually moving. “Kitty?” Her eyes darken in fear smile tipping down body pulling inward all except that one hand. Only now, much too late receiving her first twinges of fear, understanding the abnormality and the wrongness set about her and him in this moment.

Alistair, hand at saucer, takes a full minute to carefully, painstakingly take the bread, just his with his fingertips and just the enough to coax it from hers, that release limply like the dead ‘Anymore and I won’t be able to stop myself, I’ll take her arm with it.’

The two figures stay frozen green eyes meet blue, one figure on his knees an half empty saucer by his hand the other nearly clawed appendage gently clasping a roll . Time resumes the other figure recalling her hand as if from a viper’s strike. “Kitty?...Kitty?” Her tones are soft worrisome, hurt.

A cloud rolls by the window casting them in darkness. His head dips, hands making busy to partially submerge the bread in the thick white liquid and eat ravenously, mopping up the leftovers with what remained of the roll and when that was gone repeating the mopping with his fingers. Face half stuffed he licks and suckles his fingers finally finding the courage to meet her question with a smile and the familiar kindness they shared. ‘Sorry.’ His face says.

‘Forgiven’ Is her’s instant reaction. And the light returns as the cloud passes.

She waits for her Kitty to stop desperately rasping his saucer for molecules that aren’t there. Giggles lighten the air. She finds it cute how he would hold the plate, vertical, parallel to his face, fingers coiled about the edges turning rasping it. ‘Kitties are the best.’ Her hands knot behind her back as she rolls back and forth on the heels of her buckled shoes. “All done?” Her voice is all summer and sunlight and though invisible to any crowd her tail flips back and forth with glee.

He nods sadly and handing the saucer back to her through the bars. “Thank You.” The small smile is there again as the statement smoothly passes pale lips.

Taking the saucer she triples the power of his smile with hers, message received.
“Your-” Her head flips to side like a triggered alarm function pupils expanding she stands on her toes, tail most likely erect. “People are coming.-Welcome.” Shaking it off and offering another smile, she giggles nose scrunching and runs off in the opposite direction to the sounds. Alistair nods slowly as she goes, then his head turns waiting, his ears not as well developed as hears. Soon footsteps, then voices join the sounds tumbling from the right corridor. He checks the left briefly for the girl but she is gone. ‘Wooh I wonder what they have planned for me now?’ Sarcasm laces his thoughts with enough venom to drop a cow.

Blake, curious as to what is beside him in the prison cell next to him, he peeks. Only slightly, he tries to look at what is beside him in the other cage.

((Sorry for the small post, I'm really tired and I don't feel well at all to read long messages or type long posts x~x ))

(I assume our walls are brick on the sides. So we don't reach through them and kill each other but seeing how Blake is basically blind I will just assume he is seeing with sound)

Kitty leans back against the cool side of his cell. "Tiger Tiger when is she going to learn you're the really kitty and not me?"

{The foot steps must be in the hall by now. Hmm maybe further}

(( Yup! >3< Since it's making the posts longer and just keep on explaining it, I'll only be doing it a bit less often >3< ))

Hearing that, Blake growled a bit. Muttering, he turned away. Before long, Blake picked back up on another start.

"Kitten," He began, wondering why the the female presence from before, called him kitty. "Is that girl free?" He said, asking with little curiosity. He could not locate where this girl was, and it was close the kitty man's cage, so were they sharing a cell together?

(Duos has just left them)

Kitty grinds his teeth together, "Don't call me that."... then blinks and looks thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Duos? Yeah she's free, as in can roam the lab. Why do you ask? Has she never visited you?"

{The footsteps...fading?} The attendants pass the hall.

"Do not tell a soul." He whispers, a bit closer to the wall of the man. Was it really safe to tell the complete stranger a secret?

"I will kill you if you tell anyone." He threatened. "But do you still wish to know?"

@Ragnaroc,
-Sol-
She calls out to duos, before she leaves, "Have you seen Simon, I haven't gotten a word from him or that guard I sent. Knowing Simon he's experimenting on that guard," she sighed.

(( @Ragnaroc, @Kinuna, Okay, sorry @o@ I have something that confuses me. Simon, rather Dev, is an experiment right? Why is he the one experimenting? XD ))

Oh, it's bc we have decided, and didn't realize it was forgotten, oops, but Simon is a childhood friend up till college of Sols, Sol is doing experiments bc she was hand picked, her child hood friend was going for science in school but went into an accident, Sol saved him by combining him with a dog. Unfortunately, Simon remembers almost nothing, except mostly what he knows of science, and being a rather intelligent friend whom is about equally smart enough, he became a co head scientist.

(( Please just remember to add details in next time ^^" I'm actually very confused everytime someone like you or ragnaroc posts it, and I'm like "Whuuuu-?! I though he/she was in a cell?!" So yeah ^^" I don't find it the most hilarious when I'm the third person, and I'm the one without details ^^" ))