| Jan 16, 2014 23:37:06 GMT -5 |
Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 23:37:06 GMT -5
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Chilled air blew through the corridors of the underground as the hefty door atop the stairs was forced open reveling the darkened stairs stained with years of filth. Bare tanned feet moved mutely down the stairs descending into the secret world of the mutants. Sandals were discarded next to the metal door before the tanned man began moving down the stained staircase. A few steps downward and movement halted as tanned fingers grasped at the cream color robe shaking loose snow onto the step below forming a minuscule pile around his feet. Satisfied with the snow no longer clinging to his clothes the descent began anew causing the snow to fall loose from the bag hanging against his right hip as the bag shifted with each step. The silence of his arrival was cut short as the door shut creating a breeze that was enough to cause the golden earing to clank together.FOOD BITCHES
Arriving at the bottom of the steps it appeared that none of the guards were wandered through the corridors, they didn’t appear to be stationed around the cells. Guards weren’t a concern of his. In the past month several of his visits weren’t for the intention of tending to the mutants but instead displaying one of his dances for them. Humorous how the guards seemed to overlook his kindness toward mutants in order to gawk at his body imagining his dancing being purposed otherwise.
Filth covered every surfaced of the underground accompanied with the stench of mildew. The putrid odor only caused the Egyptian to feel disgust. Didn’t the government care to take care of the creatures they treated as merchandise? Who even knew how many mutants had died due to the shabby care the government provided. It didn’t make sense to him to neglect what you plotted to sell to humans when these standards warranted illness not only for mutants but the humans that purchased them. Mutants appeared to have built an immunity to the sickness surrounding them but humans were weak to the diseases that could be found in the dark, moist place.
Shaking his head trying to erase the thought of the filth he now stood in his golden earrings chimed together with the jerking movement. There was no sense in thinking these thoughts, the government believed this to be right and he could offer some of his wealth in order to care for the mutants from time to time.
Pity wasn’t something he felt when glancing into the cells to find mutants huddled together for warm. Despite the poor condition he didn’t feel sorrow looking at the mutants, most were able to find a home but some fought the process and kept themselves locked away. There was no reason to feel sorrow for a creature that denied the chance of a better life to sit in their own misery. In the cruelty of the world some had to understand to latch onto the chance of happiness offered instead of rejecting the offer until they chance off any hopes of having a life.
Approaching the first cell pale forest green eyes scanned the papers to count the number of mutants present in the cell. Mutants possessed untold powers, judging by appearances could cause a mutant to be skipped upon his route through the cells. Determining the amount the bag was placed on the floor tanned hands fished through the bag producing three bowls and also a thermos. Setting the empty bowls within the cell his arm snaked through the bars once more with the thermos in hand. Steam billowed out of the container as soup poured into each bowl filling it to the brim. Reaching once more into the bag three pieces of fruit were retrieved and planted next to the soup on the floor.
Not witnessing any movement within the cell a thin shapely brow arched in confusion. Perhaps they were busy sleeping. Giving an abrupt whistle pale forest green eyes watched for movement. A shame it would be to have placed food in an empty cell when other mutants could use the nourishment during the harsh winters of Russia. Seeing forms he hadn’t noticed moments prior began to shift Gupta felt satisfied. The bag made it back atop a slender shoulder and the light footsteps carried him to the next cell.
How he’d prefer to say he was able to provide the nourishment essential for all the mutants over the years of providing extra nourishment for the mutants but one always refused the offer of food. When faced with this mutant the food was sometimes rejected other times given away but the last attempt ended with the food being flung in his direction. What a waste it had turned to be to offer anything to the mutant who never seemed to be removed from the underground.
Standing in front of the next cell once more his eyes looked over the papers this time taking the time to read over the names and powers listed for each of the files. Humans and mutants were similar in one thing, they all were unique.
“I’m sorry I don’t have more to offer this month. The winter doesn’t provide as much income for me, my deepest apologies.” The stoic voice showed little to no emotion making some unable to tell if the words were sincere. Gupta meant the few words he spoke as he began preparing the rations for the cell.
