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[tolaywaste]

Bruce!

[Here, Barge; have some screaming. Then some panicked hyperventilating.]

I'm looking for Bruce Wayne. He's not in his cabin, I've checked everywhere - has anyone seen him?

I'm - Alex Summers, for new people, I guess, if you see him, he's my inmate, I need to make sure he didn't get sent to Zero--

spam } deck

[He slams the feed off when he realizes he can't continue to form words. He's too scared, too tired, and most importantly too closed in. He can't keep looking. He has to find the sky.]

[A few minutes later, he's on deck, leaning over the real and breathing deeply and slowly through his nose. It feels like years since he's had the space to move around, even though it's really just been days. He's numb head to foot, adrenaline draining from his system. All he wants to do is sleep.]

[He can't sleep. He can't do anything.]

[Fuck.]


( ooc; alex is from directly after toshiko sato's takeover from LIKE A YEAR AGO and is freaking out bc a] claustrophobia b] where is bruce tho. all responses to the audio of this post will be text. )

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[tolaywaste]

[He can't turn to get Scorpius in his sights, but he also has no intention of going down without a struggle. Or, frankly, with listening to a word Scorpius has to say. Alex thinks about what's going to happen after this - who's going to be hurt - and redoubles his efforts, trying to shake Scorpius off with all his strength.]

[This isn't like when Royce killed him. This isn't about fear or loss or confusion. This is deliberate. This is cruel.]

[Spam]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[While he has a distinct distaste for brawling and much prefers to use his mind over all other forms of warfare, Scorpius does have the strength where needed to hold down a struggling teenager. He's been sapped of his Scarran strength, but it's just as well: anything to separate him from that side of his heritage. Now he's around the capability of what he guesses is human strength, considering the standard set by the Barge.

But just because he has the ability doesn't mean he'd like to draw this out. They won't go unnoticed on the deck for long, and Scorpius still needs to find time to drag Alex below without being seen.

He glances around once for those who might be in potential earshot, before delicately setting his foot on Alex's forearm. With a hard, fast jerk, he twist the warden's arm up in a clean but torturous break.

All in an effort to reduce the struggle.]

[Spam]

[tolaywaste]

[Even now, he doesn't scream - just lets out a long, low wail that tapers off into a retch. He's felt worse. He's felt worse. He's fine.]

[Jesus Christ.]

[Now, finally, he goes still.]

[Spam]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[He waits, patiently, for Alex to fall unconscious. Once he does, Scorpius lets the boy's arm drop to the side, turning him over on his back and checking his vitals. He's had some experience with John but ultimately doesn't know much about the way humans function in reaction to pain. For example, in John's case it seemed to be spewing out seemingly never-ending non sequiturs.

But Alex is still, and with a slight sigh of satisfaction, Scorpius bends down to throw Alex's good arm over his shoulders. Warden in hand, he begins the careful trek down to Crichton's room.