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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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[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.