Breaking free (Vincent) Sept 11, 2012 13:05:56 GMT -5
Post by scarlett on Sept 11, 2012 13:05:56 GMT -5
Arizona was not a happy bunny. She wasn't even an average bunny. She was in a fucking pyschopathic mood, anyone who came to close to her had got a few bites to their hands and arms. This had resulted in her being gagged pretty painfully a few times and even electro-shocked a fair few times. She knew they wouldn't have treated her like this if they hadn't found the number 227 tattooed on her back, revealing what she was. A freak, an animal, an experiment and nothing more. They had even had the nerve to strap her down to a table and tattoo the number into her wrist, just to ram home that she wasn't even human to them. She was a lab rat who needed to be exterminated.
She was pacing up and down like a caged tiger and letting out occasional growls as she stared at the plain white walls, wishing and praying that somehow a whole would open up in the middle and let her escape this hellish place. She knew the man guarding her didn't consider her a threat so often took long breaks and left her sitting in her cage, pacing up and down.
She found herself sitting on the only piece of furniture in the room, an uncomfortable bed. Her legs were crossed underneath her and she was staring blankly at the wall, like she couldn't even see it. She had no idea how long she had been in here, time passed without any recognition until the lights clicked out and she was supposed to sleep. She never did, she just stared into the gloom, not even shifting in the light change, she could see the same anyway and it wouldn't be like she was missing anything.
In her lap her hands were turning and making shapes, not that she was truly aware of it, it was like a reflex. But Arizona knew what they would be doing, twisting, trying to roll a cigarette, or trying to light one. Her fingers slid up her hand and over her wrist, flinching at the new tattoo, before continuing their journey and finding the nicotine patch. She looked at it with disgust. Bastards daring to pretend it mattered whether she was trembling and shaking, it was just to try and keep her from attacking more people.
Time continued to pass, it could have been five minutes, or an hour. She paced, then she sat, then she paced. Finally she leaned on the wall and swore quietly, but violently. She was going to fucking kill someone.