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Tags: The 2 awesome cellmates

Notes: He’s probably gotten them into even more trouble with that move

There was a slight yelp and he pulled his hand back. So much for a pet on the side for the cat mutant. He examined the scratches, red and stinging and almost giving the cat a returned look before the scratches began to close, the stinging of course remaining. He sighed now rubbing the spot. Of course the warning went over the Dane’s head, the only thought being to try again when the cat wasn’t angry. He figured it’d be a spot of amusement if anything else for the times in the future in these cells.

Chuckling at the Scot’s teasing and pinching him before fully responding. “could say the same about you in that category too you know” The sneer on his face too much to be something serious. The other glint in his eye reminding anyone who understood it that he’d seen exactly what was being talked about in his own eyes. A rather pleasured gasp escaped when he felt his teeth. Not really wondering what it exactly meant for the moment he shifted hoping to return the favor.

What was obvious though, from the start was how little Mathias seemed to care, about the reputation the files gave at least. His show on the way in, the badly hidden smirk as they dragged him along through the halls, surely someone would have figured that he’d learned nothing. The threats to be useful for the next owner had gone over his head as if the meant nothing. The complaints in the files, what ever they were it was only useful for the ones on the other side of the cage so it was worthless, or if it was mentioned simply fed his pride. His subtle way of proving that his will was not something to break or control.

As his arms continued to slither around the other he chuckled yet glared at the cat, in a serious yet teasing way. As if he made it look like he hit a point there with his words. “you know, it’s not a bad thing to enjoy lust” He paused “and giving in is just another way to control it, at least I can say I’m not frustrated and cranky and do make quite a lot of friends” Just as he spoke his teeth lightly dragged on the red head’s shoulder as if to tease him even more than he already was with his arms.

He barely heard the foot steps coming closer but when the cat ran under the bed. Well he perked up, seeing the guard standing there and glancing in as if counting and of course he wasn’t forgetting about the hose. He glared slightly, not even a day and already he was to put up with this sort of thing. He shifted to sit and lean his back into the wall, like hell he was to get up on command, even if it was for a ‘shower’. He smirked, as if agreeing with the Scot. The guard ‘ruined the mood’ in the worst way possible but just with the way the hose was held he was sure if any of them were to resist too much it would be soaking in here for days and that was something anyone would avoid. Standing up he went closer to the bars but made no effort to get into a position for handcuffs. He’d held a straight face now, stern and glaring for a split second only to sneer and this time mean it. “try saying please, and maybe I’ll think about showing my wrists” 

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

The cheapest mutant, returned failure, and bait were all in the same cell, so honestly, even if he were to spray the whole cell down, there would have been no complaints. Sure one or two may catch the flu, if not all of them, but that really didn't matter at this point. Winter was bringing less food into the underground, rations were growing small for each individual, that possibly a few sick ones dying off may actually be a good thing if they wanted to keep the others fed. The humans had no problems, of course not, when it came to feeding themselves. Most of them didn't even know what it was like to be a starving status, hense some believed that mutants overreacted when they begged for food when it came meal time. So when the mutants inside this cell refused to cooperate in a way the male wanted them to completely, the guard simply raised a brow testingly as if to ask, 'Did they really want to do this?'

Lovino kept himself under the bed, blinking up when his view was suddenly blocked. He easily figured who was standing in front of him, shielding him from the possible assult of the hose. Keeping his ears flat, Lovino couldn't help but to feel a bit of appreciation warm in his thoughts, his small figure shaking still with fear of the water that he heard from cells down the hall. He could hear other mutants that got soaked before them, sobbing and coughing, some wheezing with illness and the cold water only making it worse. Curling himself into a tight ball, his tail moving in between his back legs and curling under his stomach, Lovino kept silent under the bed, mentally noting to himself to thank the Scot later after the guard would leave. He listened to his other cellmate begin to walk to the barred wall, though, making his fur bristle nervously, making him fluff up almost instantly. The words the Dane spat out made him widen his eyes slightly in fear and surprise. How could he say something like that to a human...? Wasn't he scared they would beat him right at the spot-- or even spray him and leave him to freeze!?

Just as the cat mutant thought of that, like it was a switch, the guard narrowed his eyes to the Danish mutant and raised the hose, deciding to not even bother taking the mutant out anymore. Not after that disrespect, no way. Turning it on full blast, the guard aimed it to Mathias first, then shifted it so that it would splash to Hamish as well, not caring if he soaked the bed behind them as well. As the cell got drenched with the freezing tap, puddles formed on the floor of the cell. A squeak of fear escaped the cat mutant when he felt water on his paws, quickly moving so that he could stay dry behind the red haired mutant in front of him, trembling furiously. Only once the guard was satisfied did he finally turn off the hose, wrapping it around his arm loosely.

"I wouldn't demand respect from a human to yourself next time, Mathias." The guard spat when he finished, eyeing the soaked mutants-- or rather, the whole cell-- with a smug grin. He whistled and moved on to the next as if he didn't give two thoughts about what he just did, ordering at the next cell the same thing. Only once the guard was gone a few cells down did Lovino slowly come out from under the bed, his eyes wide as he tried to step around the water all over the stone floor.

"...Why would you do that....?" The cat spat out in anger towards Mathias after he snuck himself to a dry corner, curling up tight and licking at his forepaws, already trying to dry himself off of all water. "Where the hell are we supposed to sleep now!?"

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Tags: Mathias & Hamish

Notes: I decided to keep him in just because I want him to be able to thank Hamish after this... xD; But for now... MATHIAS >/

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 777

Tags: Lovi and Mat

The pinch wasn’t what Hamish was expecting or wanting causing him to give a yelp of surprise before swatting the hand away and trying to cover his side to avoid getting another pinch. The sneer almost made Hamish lose that Mathias was kidding with the insult but shaking his head he reminded himself that the Dane loved him for the moment. No one had stolen away yet, for now the insults were a joke. For now he would just smile and enjoy the cruel joking nature before the insults became more than just a playful joke. Part of him feared that soon someone would steal the Dane’s heart and he would realize Hamish was nothing more than someone he lusted for but never loved, Mathias seemed able to get anyone he wanted to love him. Shaking away the thought Hamish only grinned back not showing the thoughts that raced through his mind giving him doubt for what he currently had. If there were a God they enjoyed taking everything from him and seeing him slowly break down. “Bit ye wid be telling a clatty lie.” The audible reaction Mathias granted made Hamish almost forget of the previous thoughts but still the doubt lingered in the back of his head.

At the mention of enjoying lust and the amount of friends the blonde possessed the doubt once more was on the rise making Hamish wish to just curl up. The constant light prevented shadows from being able to form giving him the comfort he suddenly craved knowing he needed Mathias but in the end wasn’t needed in return. Friends were lined up able to take his place if he weren’t able to be the friend Mathias wanted.

None of this mattered anymore as freezing water soaked his thin form making his red hair plastered to the back of his head. Even after his body felt the shock of cold-water rain down on him the ginger stayed still not showing any sign of being bothered by the cold. Waiting in silence until the guard was gone his look showed his stoic mask daring the guard to try again and see what reaction he got. Once he was sure the guard couldn’t see him any longer Hamish gave up on his façade. Cold was over coming him causing the eldest mutant to curl in upon himself and shake violently. His mind was numb to all thoughts as it worked to try to warm him once more but the effort was futile. All Hamish could do to warm himself would be sacrificing his own blanket to dry himself off but that also meant sleeping without any cover to keep him warm during the night.

Didn’t the guards care that being soaked with no way to dry himself could cause him to no longer win his matches? Of course they didn’t care, he was being a fool to think they ever cared about him surviving after all these years. Soon the crowd would riot seeing the shadow unicorn too sick to even show off for them. This was his hope. If the crowd loved seeing him fight enough the guards would give him a towel or something before his body would be able to be infiltrated by illness.

While Lovino snapped over what happened Hamish just had to chuckle at the words. Why was the Italian angered? By using his body as a shield the kitten was saved from the freezing sprays even if now the beds along with the two powerhouses were soaked. Shouldn’t he be happy they the guard ignored him and only soaked them? Truly the underground confused Hamish with how the mutants viewed what happened.

Mind seeming to become unfrosted after a few moments he just laughed over what just happened despite his body shivering and quaking from the sudden cold. Turning to glance at Lovino an apologetic grin came to his face, “Looks lik' we likelie lost oor meal th'day tae. Sorry Lovino ah wis aff tae offer it tae ye.” Mathias wasn’t the only one to blame for this. Hamish refused to move forward and the Dane challenged the guard. They both were to blame for what they were going to endure that day until the cell managed to dry out. As the ginger spoke puffs of white could be seen around his lips as the bit of warmth escaped from his lips. “If mah bed is still dry ye kin tak' it sin this mah fault tae.” Pulling himself off the soaked floor the thin form carried himself over to the Dane curling against him trying to get some warmth even for a short moment.

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Tags: Cat and the Ham

Notes: not sure what to say

The Dane snickered the reaction to the pinch almost priceless. Of course he didn’t know the real meaning behind it so it was deemed playful if anything. Though for a split moment he once again rubbed the hand that was smacked, pouting. Pouting as if it hurt badly and the Dane didn’t really deserve it. A moment later though with the comment it all changed, the smirk back he nearly buried his face into the other’s neck. Nuzzling before bitting and then almost whispering, teasing “Not that much of a clatty lie” Of course the attempt of imitating the voice botched he meant well in a joking sort of way.

Though in the end reality, the reality of the life in the underground was thrown back in his face or in this case sprayed in full blast as freezing cold water. If the pressure hadn’t knocked him over the cold and the wet sure did. It hadn’t even occurred to him about the rest of the cell for the moment and the cat. When it was over he himself most likely resembled something like a sad wet dog. Hair and clothes clinging to his form, having been outside and well fed his form thickly build. Something that couldn’t be said about the others in his cell but it made no difference. To make it worse the sneering and spat at words were taunting. A warning, the warning that respect was earned and he’d earned very little of it in the midst of this place. Sure the Dane was taunting the bastard at square one but this was definitely not called for. He glanced around the room now everything useful soaking including the floor. Picking himself up he took his eyes from the sight behind him and to the outside of the cell again, like he was watching the guard sneering as they left dragging the hose behind them, the length of it dragging on the floor.

He gave an apologetic look to the cat in the corner but the consequences of the whole thing would effect all of them. Most of the beds completely soaked and if there was a dry spot it would probably only be big enough for a cat, the luck would only benefit one. The floor was also out of the question, usually it made a decent bed in a pinch, the mattresses themselves were just as hard and flithy but the puddles made that idea not good as well. He sighed and wrapped his arms around the Scot, standing and just staring for the moment. Thinking of course. Half his mind told him to be good and try to get back on the good lists but the louder part wanted revenge. Though revenge was best served cold, anything would probably spell their current fate even worse off but out of pride that part was almost ignored. With everything soaked anything was almost possible.

The Dane crouched down on the floor and stuck his arm out through the bars as far as possible just a few fingers short of where the hose lay. He pulled back and pouted a little before now laying on his belly and trying again only to once again be a few fingers out of reach. For that he nearly let out a quiet whine. Glancing back at Hamish of all people to help. He simply needed it nudged closer so he could well for lack of a better word chew holes and make a make a mess in the hall. Not like the floor could get any less wet and besides the thought of the jackass guard loosing pressure cause of it was the ticket. The jackass needed to learn that respect went both ways. If he wouldn’t give any he wouldn’t get any either.

But the problem was still there. The Dane couldn’t reach and he needed to in order to make the perfect holes.

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[Lovino Vargas]

He's the meanest little kitty...

Lovino felt a shiver run through his body from the cold and sighed, figuring the two that were wet were much colder. He gave his fur a few more licks to fluff himself up before he glared at the two idiots. Who in their right mind would challenge a guard to his face like that? Ugh, somehow he knew staying in this cell would get him killed one day, and it won't entirely be his fault. He perked his ears up slightly when he heard Hamish apologize about food, feeling a bit of guilt sting at him but not showing outside. With a snort, the cat turned his head away and gave a low feline growl. How one could worry about someone else in their current situation was beyond Lovino.

No food? Sure it was hard after being well fed a few times to go back to that, but what made Lovino more worried was the white puff that appeared in front of the Scot's lips whenever he spoke, showing only exactly how cold the cell was becoming. It was becoming an iced cell quickly with the cold weather and the water freezing. It reminded him of another mutant somewhere in the underground he heard abou who could control ice and had an ice cell several times, who would get in trouble for it not necessarily by the guards, but by the other freezing mutants around him. Thanking some mysterious being that that wasn't the case and that the specified mutant wasn't around at the moment to make matters worse, Lovino let his head hang low, not wanting to show the glint of guilt that showed in his hues. "Seriously...? Of all the things you can actually have to worry about..."

He was cut off when Hamish offered his possibly dry bed as well, making him flatten his ears now and glance to the miraculously dry bed. He trembled however and shook his head a bit in time to hear the Dane whine about something. He glanced a bit over to see him trying to reach for the hose and hissed, his fur standing almost instantly. "Don't you fucking dare!! I'm not going to risk another guard trying to do something to us because you are being a dumb rockhead!!"

Seriously, did the Dane have /any/ brain in him!? Why risk getting punished even more when clearly the guard was satisfied with making the cell wet and leaving them be for now? He was about to yell more when suddenly he stopped, his ears perked up fully once more, picking up footsteps coming closer once more. He narrowed his eyes a bit and stayed in his dry corner as the guard returned, picking up the hose as he did so. Lovino saw the human stop in front of their bright cell and glanced around, finding the cat he was looking for.

"You, come out. You have a match."

The commanding tone was more than enough for Lovino to flatten his ears submissively and glance at his cellmates a bit in silence. When he heard the man bang at the bars of the cell to get him to hurry, Lovino jumped and narrowed his eyes, rushing to the gate and sitting down. No handcuffs needed for him; the guard simply opened the gate and reached down to grab the cat by the extra skin on the back of his neck, easily lifting him without pain. Lovino just gave one glance to Hamish before he mewed softly, "I'll try to get some food..." before he was carried away from the cell for his 'match'.

(Lovino out~)

Word Count: 604

Notes: Sorry guys, I'm leaving this thread cause I don't know what to do anymore. XD

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 748

Tags: Mathias and Lovino <3

Not being able to provide food to Lovino seemed to bother Hamish more than it should. The cat mutant probably didn’t weight much less than him and was at a much more healthy weight as yet he wished to continue providing them with his food to ensure a human would wish to purchase him so he could avoid starving as he did within the underground. A soft growl of hunger came from Hamish stomach showing just how hungry he has grown from giving him meals to not only Lovino but any cell he was able to reach or at least push his plate toward. It was a shame he hardly was able to eat what he considered delicious meals but he also didn’t eat much during his childhood keep his body always rather thin compared to those around him. “Mah meal th'day wis promised tae be a' yers.”
His body suddenly shook and he dashed away from the two emptying bile into the toilet. His body felt more stressed than normal and had allowed his body to go too long without more than a bite or two of the food. Shaking he made a few dry heaving sounds among his coughs before flush the mess and rinsing his mouth out.

Hamish didn’t care about any of this anymore as his body continued to shiver without end making him feel like even the blood in his veins would soon freeze in the growing cold. Rubbing at his thin arms Hamish tried to warm the skin but his hands felt numb due to the cold causing it to become increasingly difficult for the mutant to know if he applied any pressure to his skin or if he was doing harm with digging into the pale flesh. The constant shiver would probably tire his muscles after a while as they constantly moved showing signs of how cold he had become. Already he had grown tired of his own shivering and yet nothing in the room was dry enough to be used for warmth leaving him to shiver without hope. Pressed to Mathias’ side didn’t give much warmth either but any warmth was taken away as the blonde tried to reach for the hose. It was clean what Mathias’ plan had been but yet the ginger didn’t want any part of it so a hand was not offered as he usually would.

Mathias really was some kind of idiot that was sure. Normally his acts didn’t leave Hamish with much emotional reaction if it didn’t manage to earn a laugh but now he felt himself annoyed at the act. If Mathias managed to destroy the hose who was to say they all wouldn’t be punished again? Normally a beating wasn’t much of a punishment for Hamish but he didn’t look forward to one when already fought to stop his annoying shivering.

Looking about the room is appeared that the mattresses were all soaked and would only leave him feeling more frozen the ginger did all he could to escape the wet ground. Shoving the mattress to the ground he curled his body on the framing to lift his body from the soaked floor below and hopefully get some of his heat back. This did little to help but also gave him the ability to dry without sitting in water that felt as if it would soon freeze. If Gilbert had been present he could freeze the ground or maybe even collect the water together to freeze in a corner allowing them to at least have dry title to curl upon instead of the painful metal frame that dug into Hamish’s skin. Sleeping where he now was would probably promise a bruise in the shape of the bars going across but it didn’t matter much to him. Pain never was something that got him to beg for it to end or even give up so now wasn’t any different than it usually was. The chilled water slowly worked over him making his body fell numb and yet on pins and needles at the same time.

Lovino leaving the cell wasn’t even noticed by Hamish at this point. His overly cold body had curled up and he had passed out in the odd place off the floor. Still his body continued to shiver showing how could he was but there was not a sound coming from him. Soft breaths were taken barely moving his chest but it almost appeared as if he had died.

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