| Aug 30, 2014 15:15:12 GMT -5 |
Post by Maëlle Williams on Aug 30, 2014 15:15:12 GMT -5
RUNNING & RUNNING i'm waiting for the day when you'll come to my side |  |
| Maëlle glanced cautiously back and forth, ensuring she was in the blindspot between two cameras perched on the roof, but there were far and few cameras stationed up here, nevertheless have them actually focus on a shoe-sized vent cover. Most of the cameras were focused on the actual exits in the lobby and emergency fire escapes, but Maëlle couldn’t afford to be careless. She flew in as a curious songbird, picking at the tarred shingles on the roof with the other birds. Honestly though, the security into the Underground wasn’t particularly that rigorous; Maëlle quickly discovered that the vents didn’t have filtration units, making infiltration easy and less risky than travelling on a guard’s clothing. Plus, slipping through screened vents allowed her to use insect forms safely with little risk of being eaten or squashed. Letting her feather melt into chitin, Maëlle felt her mass shrink and extra legs sprout uncomfortably from her sides. Damn, she hated insect forms. The transition was never as smooth and she had a hard time thinking in a linear fashion with her smaller brain. However, the large eyes allowed her to see a greater angle and array of colours. She took flight into the air duct and down the passage until she reached her first obstacle. An insect mesh, but after turning into a dust mite, she easily passed on. A few more filters, and Maëlle cleared through the first stage of getting in without detection. She let her body expand, fur sprout, and little paws form. Mice were nocturnal, allowing her to navigate easier down the dark tunnel. Left, right, left, straight, left… Soon the scent of stagnant air, mildew, and sweat reached her sensitive noise and she knew she had reached the holding cells. She twitched her whiskers when she caught the scent of a feline. One of the mutants down here had the ability to take the form of a domestic cat, and Maëlle always made sure to avoid him. She learned quickly that whatever form she took had its limitations, and that she only had one chance at survival. Sure, a fly or mouse was small and easy to sneak around in, but one false move, one wrong step, one miscalculation and she could die. Maëlle only took the smallest forms when she had to for that particular reason. Ants were relatively sturdy though… she’d practice the DNA of one later. She quickly dismissed the thought Maëlle sniffed around, testing the air and searching for the particular scent she wanted. She discovered that mutants were shuffled around in the Underground, meaning that her friend wasn’t always in the same cell. She didn’t catch his scent from this area, so she continued down the metal ductwork until she reached another vent where she tried again. This time, she did catch the smell she was looking for. Each cell had a small, square rectangular grated air vent at the junction between the floor and the wall. It worked so conveniently for her, because she could take any form she wanted while remaining hidden from sight (she of course couldn’t take any body larger than the vent, but that wasn’t an issue). She closed her eyes and reached into her memory to pull out the string of DNA she wanted, feeling her tissue twist and enlarge, growing to fill out the new form that she had taken. She hopped forward and nibbled on the grating to signal the individual that she was here. Maëlle originally entered the Underground about five weeks ago to attempt to find her friend that had gotten captured, but she wasn’t there. She must have been bought by someone before Maëlle had arrived in Archadia. At first, Maëlle intended to continue searching for the other mutant in the above ground world, but her plans changed that day. She had gotten herself in a potentially dangerous situation, so she had taken refuge under the bed of a mutant who hadn’t seen her cautiously sneak in through the bars into his cell. He appeared to be sleeping or resting on the bed, making his cell an easy place to hide. She had intended to avoid that being seen by cat mutant, and while deciding which way to go, she hadn’t noticed the fact that her tail ghosted over the mouse trap that she hadn’t seen, and with a loud –SNAP-, she squealed and twisted back to try and quickly rip the awful device off. She panicked when she saw feet slide from the bed to the floor as the captive mutant obviously heard the ruckus she made. Alarm quickly dominated the pain she felt, as few people like mice, and for God knows what reason, she mixed up DNA for an insect with a recently acquired domestic rabbit DNA, and as she realized her mistake, the other kneelt down to stare at her. Back then, she thought he was going to kill her, (he definitely looked like he could kill someone without a second thought) or expose her somehow and she’d have to change forms to avoid being eaten or something. But instead, his frightening face merely quirked a brow and she was gently picked up and the trap wrenched off her fluffy tail. No words, no fuss, nothing. It would have been easy to twist and wriggle out of his grasp and bolt, but he’d most certainly watch her go, and a bunny in the Underground was a hell of a lot more conspicuous than a mouse or fly. So she stayed. And now, five weeks later, she returned for her 9th visit to the intimidating male. She chewed at the grating again, the soft sound of teeth scraping against metal gently rattling through the cell. | @rarirurero 979 Hope this is okay! |
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