Entertain Me (closed, Francis)

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Tags: Francis

Notes: I tried, have fun with this

Laying face upon the hard smell mattress. Though it was hard to tell the difference between night and day when all that could be seen was a grimy concrete box with bars on on end he could some how tell that the sun was up. At night only guards roamed the halls and only once in a blue moon to stay awake more than make sure the inmates behaved and that was the friendly night staff. During the day, people were moved, food was shipped around, guards appeared more often and even the other mutants were louder, and sometimes even visitors showed up. What the visitors wanted depended on who they visited, some came to check out the merchandise, some were family that decided to come chat with the people they turned in themselves as if their guilt ridden voices changed anything and some wanted to know who to bet on in the next fights. Out of boredom Mat generally listened in to these people, if they were in ear shot of course. It was the same phrases over and over again, some meant it and others just wanted to regain their loved one’s trust after betraying them to a place like this. In Mat’s case the only reason why he ended up here in the first place was because of his own doing, his own mistakes. Little ones with big consequences and so, he had no resentment.

Regardless of what was happening around him he was still bored, staring at the ceiling. Everyone in his cell was either out for what ever reason or asleep and he was sure the ones asleep would like him even less for bugging them just because he wanted a little entertainment from them. He was also not in the mood to explain why he had a spare shoe in his cell and bruise on his head, a possible result to waking up the guys across the hall who had no patience. So he tried other things, counting the holes in the ceiling and connecting them to make pictures, also making pictures out of the dark stains that littered it. The only thing preventing him of making them permanent being a missing marker.

It was while he became focused on these stains and holes that barely heard the voices down the hall. They were guiding a visitor of course, some rich bastard that wanted a sneak peak at what was available. He thought nothing of it till it got louder and louder and the stories changing, the guide was spewing out basic descriptions of the cell inhabitants and making opinions on their desirabilities like one would in a dog pound to a possible adopter. It wasn’t until they lingered in front of his own face practically that his attention snapped to them, sitting up slightly to peer out at who ever dared to look back in, as if these two bastards could curb some of his ever growing boredom, even for a moment.

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"I can see you stalking like a predator, i've been here before"

His already often enough trips to the Underground had becoming much more frequent lately due to the arriving auction. It was inevitably nearing closer and closer as the days passed, and it was approaching quickly. Francis would be relieved when it had finally passed; he was tiring of visiting the dreaded place almost daily. The preparations were nearly all in order, everything was going just according to schedule, so there was honestly no reason for his continuous outings down below. It was unnecessary, and Francis had had enough.

What only further served to increase his irritation was that the guards perpetuated their pestering. He didn't need a guide of any sort, and he wasn't interested in looking at the so-called “mutants” for sale. It might've been that the man currently blabbering endlessly in his ear didn't recognize him and had mistaken him for just another wealthy customer, who was perusing his options for the future. He was worse than a persistent salesman, trying to do everything in his ability to interest him in at least one of the people they were holding in their possession. But as they approached the cells, Francis's patience had worn thin. It was time to rid himself of the man, and he politiely requested his departure. It was met with some resistance, but after reassurance, the nuisance hesitantly left. It was a relief to watch him go, and Francis sighed, pleased.

He would wait a few minutes until he knew he wouldn't be bothered again by that same guard – so to bide his time, he glanced around the holding cells he was surrounded by at the moment. He had been through this area quite a few times, but hadn't yet had a chance to truly scrutinize those being held here; and certainly not interact with them. Approaching the cells gingerly, Francis peered to see their occupants. He didn't want to intrude – he was not in the mood to deal with any possible animosity he could stumble upon – which, of course, was most likely any imprisoned person he would find here. It would probably be better in his interest not to start any conversations today, as that's been what's caused some deal of problems. Not that he regrets any, not in the least; but today hadn't been a good day.

There appeared to be only one figure behind the bars, lying on what looked to be a very uncomfortable and dirtied bed. Francis studied it – appearing to be that of another male. He seemed to be rather tall, as his legs stretched all the way to the end of the bed and essentially dangling off it, and had quite broad shoulders. But what captured his attention the most was his hair. It was blonde, having an ashen sort of look in the dull light, but that's not what the focus was. The sheer volume of hair was almost what Francis would considered amazing; there were copious amounts of it, and it was all over the place.

It was just a little bit amusing. He wouldn't be able to tell anyone why if they asked, but he was in the moment, and that's all that mattered.

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Tags: Francis

Notes: yeah, I stopped questioning too

Suddenly two voices became none but the foot steps continued. The Dane couldn’t see very well out the bars, the iron in the way a little among other reasons, what he could see out there in the hall was that the visitor was alone. An insignificant point if anything usually, just in the past days the likely hood of not being escorted was low to none. Why some of the guards decided to turn into sales people was a mystery not really worth solving. Not to anyone in the cages anyways.

Noticing they’d come closer, the visitor that is he lay back, hiding that he was keeping an eye on them almost the whole time and pretending to not notice they were there. Curiosity on the other hand made that kind of hard to do. He didn’t really recognize them, maybe he’d seen them around before but remembering when and how wasn’t that important when he didn’t know their name. Mathias kept his eye on him for the moment, it wasn’t hard to figure out that the human just outside the cell was staring at him. One reason being he was the only one there at the moment and the other. Well it wasn’t that difficult to see the eyes were moving along his own form, bottom to top and every where in between. The Dane new that look too well, heck he’d done it himself many times in the past with less discretion and more obvious objective behind it. He continued to lay there, shifting a bit to drag his feet back on the bed but not much else while returning the glances with his own, out of the corner of his eye and with a rather slight yet obvious smirk. Mathias wasn’t going to hide his enjoyment in this case. He soon turned to get a better look at the other, another male. Nothing to complain from what he could initially see, the figure tall and lean, blond. One could say he enjoyed the sights, not something that could be said many times in the Underground, at least not to anyone outside the cells.

He eventually shifted, turning to his side and sitting up on his elbow. As if he was posing, peering out at the new visitor. Considering this type of thing was what brought him back into the cell in the first place most would consider this move insane, suicidal for a return but not Mathias. The visitor was here and liked something they saw and the Dane, well the Dane wasn’t hiding that he enjoyed it much and wanted to make that known. The smirk grew a little and then the Dane finally spoke “what brings you over to this side of town?”

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"Temptation calls like adam to the apple, But I will not be caught"

It appeared his gaze was returned, quite noticeably, and it was perhaps time to move on. Francis wasn't looking for any confrontation, and the best way to avoid it would be by moving along before a conversation could be started. It wasn't like he couldn't simply choose to ignore the other if that was the case; but Francis would like to not have to deal with that if possible. They were already ignored enough from what he could discern, and he wasn't looking forward to contributing to that -- so he would merely select the option of not doing so.

Side-glancing the obvious smirk he was receiving, Francis chose to instead look at the paper pinned up on the cell, clearly identifying this man: Mathias Østegård. A rather unusual name; Scandinavian, it seemed. He wasn't familiar with the specifics of each individual country, but he could only hazard an estimated guess of the approximate location. It went to list on his personality traits -- rowdy, extroverted, playful... Just from the few adjectives, Francis could tell he was a very out-going, difficult to suppress person; unfortunately lowering his chances even further of being able to escape without an inevitable conversation. And either way, he would not be able to cut it short easily.

His attention was returned to Mathias himself when he heard the sound of the bed creaking, indicating a shift in balance as he adjusted his current position. It wasn't a pleasant noise to the ears in the least, and he winced painfully at it. An ear-piercing, dragged out sound -- it was completely ugly in its entirety, and he did not appreciate it. He looked to see Mathias in a stereotypical position; something considered both suggestive or casual, depending on the way people chose to perceive it. It could be taken either way, and Francis chose the latter, hoping that he would be able to ignore any possible attempts related to anything sexual. The smirk widened.

"What brings you over to this side of town?”

It was just his luck. He couldn't simply walk away now without giving himself some sort of hint of guilt, it was too late for that. Especially since he was clearly looking at him and extremely close to making specific eye contact, it wouldn't do to leave now without responding.

"Ah, hello," Francis tentatively greeted. He offered a polite smile and a nod. "Business. There is not much else reason to be here, hm?" Chuckling lightly, he intentionally kept his answers short and clipped, not leaving much else open to discussion. It was the hope that his not so subtle hint would be taken, but it was doubtful -- but worth a shot, regardless.

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