0026 - Open Spam
Dec. 6th, 2014 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keeps_a_cool_head[When he wakes up, things are different.
That, in itself, was extremely worrying.
Instead of his shelf, in his cell, with the heat blasting and the lights shining down, he's lying in the dark on a comfortable bed, with the temperature at a much cooler and pleasant level. Claws clutch the blankets as he listens in vain for his keeper, listens for any sign or clue that could tell him where he is or what he's doing here.
Is he being punished or rewarded? He can't determine.
After realizing that no one is coming for him, he slowly inches his way out of the bed, bare feet hitting the floor. He's still wearing his threadbare clothing, so at least that's not changed: he must have been moved while still asleep. But even standing up, nothing in the room looks familiar, and he slowly turns in a circle, taking it all in. To other people the room might be minimalist in design, but to the ten year old, it's unfathomable luxury. He's no idea what kind of important person lives here, but he certainly doesn't belong.
Making up his mind, he goes to the door and tries the handle. To his surprise, it opens.
Peering out into the hallway, he stares, terrified and yet entranced at the completely unfamiliar, alien setting in front of him. Clearly he's no longer on the dreadnaught. Had he accidentally found freedom, or is this all a trick? Another test?
He'd need to find out.
Later, he'll try breaking into places clearly marked off-limits to him in the hopes of furthering the distance between himself and what's behind him.
But for now, he'll chance to explore.]
That, in itself, was extremely worrying.
Instead of his shelf, in his cell, with the heat blasting and the lights shining down, he's lying in the dark on a comfortable bed, with the temperature at a much cooler and pleasant level. Claws clutch the blankets as he listens in vain for his keeper, listens for any sign or clue that could tell him where he is or what he's doing here.
Is he being punished or rewarded? He can't determine.
After realizing that no one is coming for him, he slowly inches his way out of the bed, bare feet hitting the floor. He's still wearing his threadbare clothing, so at least that's not changed: he must have been moved while still asleep. But even standing up, nothing in the room looks familiar, and he slowly turns in a circle, taking it all in. To other people the room might be minimalist in design, but to the ten year old, it's unfathomable luxury. He's no idea what kind of important person lives here, but he certainly doesn't belong.
Making up his mind, he goes to the door and tries the handle. To his surprise, it opens.
Peering out into the hallway, he stares, terrified and yet entranced at the completely unfamiliar, alien setting in front of him. Clearly he's no longer on the dreadnaught. Had he accidentally found freedom, or is this all a trick? Another test?
He'd need to find out.
Later, he'll try breaking into places clearly marked off-limits to him in the hopes of furthering the distance between himself and what's behind him.
But for now, he'll chance to explore.]
