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genessia2018-03-29 09:37 pm
biomechanicalcicada) wrote in genessia2018-03-29 09:37 pm
If you hear angry buzzing? It's him.
Action - Afternoon - NW Park/Natural Area
[How long had it been? After waking up in this world, all Perfect Cell could do was attempt escape. Any sort of it. Though it had gotten to the level of pointlessness. Time was irrelevant for a being such as himself but some concept of time seemed helpful, sometimes.. Or it just seemed more necessary once the nagging realization of incarceration set in. An open world prison. How wonderful.
Cell had flown under, over and around every bend, nook and cranny in ‘Genessia’. As much as destruction would be the best stress relief, he knew it’d be stupid to attempt. Especially after that incident at ‘The Bay.’ Lighting a match inside a air tight jar sort of logic.. Enough so to spook the insect into submission. Barely.
Arms crossed over his chest, head tilted down but standing tall, the Perfect Cell way. It was the most relaxed he would ever appear to be. Silently ‘charging’ under the scattered light patches of the sun from the canopy above.
So there he stood, somewhere in the park between 3rd Street and Iris Avenue, under his new home of a impressively grand tree. Not that he’d know the true location.. If only he held onto a map or charged that cumbersome cellular device kept under a wing fold. No. No normal life form habits like that for the android. The only rules he played by where his own!]
... Bastards think they can keep me here.. I’ll show them..
[How long had it been? After waking up in this world, all Perfect Cell could do was attempt escape. Any sort of it. Though it had gotten to the level of pointlessness. Time was irrelevant for a being such as himself but some concept of time seemed helpful, sometimes.. Or it just seemed more necessary once the nagging realization of incarceration set in. An open world prison. How wonderful.
Cell had flown under, over and around every bend, nook and cranny in ‘Genessia’. As much as destruction would be the best stress relief, he knew it’d be stupid to attempt. Especially after that incident at ‘The Bay.’ Lighting a match inside a air tight jar sort of logic.. Enough so to spook the insect into submission. Barely.
Arms crossed over his chest, head tilted down but standing tall, the Perfect Cell way. It was the most relaxed he would ever appear to be. Silently ‘charging’ under the scattered light patches of the sun from the canopy above.
So there he stood, somewhere in the park between 3rd Street and Iris Avenue, under his new home of a impressively grand tree. Not that he’d know the true location.. If only he held onto a map or charged that cumbersome cellular device kept under a wing fold. No. No normal life form habits like that for the android. The only rules he played by where his own!]
... Bastards think they can keep me here.. I’ll show them..
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It was no surprise that 18 saw through his rattling chains, no doubt from all the time she had spent inside of him. Maybe a small bit of him rubbed off on her? The thought of that made him let out a small laugh.
"I can certainly wait long enough for said 'weird' event.. In the meantime, dear sister.." Cell took once step closer. If 'boogeyman threats' wouldn't work on her, then the looming physical threat would. "If we are all stuck here.. Why not make amends? It'll get pretty tiresome after our fifth time passing in one day at another to throw shade, wouldn't you say? Shall we just bury the hatchet?" More so in their heads after the stunt 17 pulled not so long ago..