Like an Animal

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

Number 6 paces his dorm room. Someone was following him today. He knew this. He could sense it. Yes, they were taking greater interest in him now. Obviously his campaign had struck a nerve with his captors. Well, if they were going to play games...

He reaches for the door handle and twists it. Nothing. He gives the door a hard yank, but it didn't budge. The deadbolt wasn't on... somebody had locked the blasted thing from the outside!

Number 6 slams himself against the door. "You won't get away with this, you tyrants! I will have my freedom!"

_{[ooc: Jack Bristow has taken measures to ensure that he can have normal office hours and 6 stays out of danger]}

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Marty hears Six's shouts and his guilt complex just quadrupled in size.*

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack comes home whistling. He opens the door, steps through, and pushes it shut behind him.

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"You carnal ignoramous, no!" 6 leaps for the door just as it clicks shut again. He seizes the handle and pulls on it with all of his might. "Open. Damn. You. OPEN!"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Okay, this -- and I say this with a great deal of awe -- is weird even for you. What's going on?

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Now listen here, you sex-crazed moron. Because of your cavalier disregard for the proper vigilance, we are stuck here for what could be a very long time."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Right. Once more, in itty bitty words so that my ignoramous brain can process it. What -- is -- going -- on?

[Oooo, they're fighting. Repressed sexual tension. Where's the OTP icon, again?]

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

The door, the door which you so casually shut behind you, is locked from the outside. For whatever reason, my captors have decided to make our domicile a roach motel of sorts. It's an insidious plot to glean information from me, and they won't get it.

[Check my munjournal]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Right. *tries doorhandle* *tries it again* *jiggles it* Hey, it's locked! *pounds on the door* Open up!

*turns to 6* The door is locked!

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6's eyes widen with annoyed amusement. "It is now? I hadn't noticed. So very kind of you to point that out to me. Idiot."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jerk. *leans back against the door* What the hell did you do?

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Refused to give them what they want, I suppose. They've been following me all day, and just when I think I've shaken them, this happens." 6 sniffs. "Not that you'd understand."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Blah, blah, blah." Jack flaps his hand like he was working a puppet. "You and your paranoid delusions." He steps away from the door, one eye out for 6's booby traps. "Any hope of getting out the window?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"I haven't tried, but dying from a three story fall onto solid pavement is not something I particularly desire."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack sticks his tongue out. "You have no imagination. Um... make ropes from bedclothes? Lean out the window and scream?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Fine." 6 tromped over to the window and grabbed the handles. A *SCHAAACK* sound sliced through the air, and 6 removed his hands right before his guillotine booby trap removed his fingers.

"Right. Forgot about that."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Whoa. Note to self: sneaking in through window bad." Jack sighs and drops down onto his bed, arms crossed behind his head. "They've got to let us out sometime, right?

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Who says? They're very patient, you know. The trick is to make them believe you're more patient. I could wait for days for them to break."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack looks at him, then jumps up and begins pounding on the door. "Let me oooooout."

Eventually, that got boring. Jack beat his head against the door, and sighed. "So... strip poker, right?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Right. What?" 6 shakes his head vigorously. "No no no. No!"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"No? We've got to do something to pass the time. How about we trade true confessions?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Fine. I don't see how that could go wrong..." 6 sits down on his bed in a huff.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Well, fine. You're not doing anything to either get us out or keep us from going stir-crazy. Do something!"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"What? I agreed. If I seemed to be disagreeable, it's because my face is always like this. It's part of my charm. I'll start. I once stole a package of Fig Newtons from a boy at grammar school."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Wow. How can I top that? Oh, I know. There was this one time that the Eedikik ambassador needed to leave his post, and public, personal humiliation was better than assassination. [[OOC: "Assassination" *cough*cough*]] So in front of his very conservative ruling council, I... well, when we were done, they had to make sure I hadn't impregnated him. Good thing, since there was NO way I could have disclaimed paternity... I mean, talk about public consummation..."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Er, I once ... um... er... I once allowed the enemy to drink me under the table in a moment of weakness."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty knocks on the door.

"6? You in there? We've got some stuff we need to go over regarding the campaign before the debate tomorrow."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

Number 6 runs to the door and flings it open (http://www.livejournal.com/users/dean_bristow/2223.html?mode=reply). He blinks. "Marty. What did you... what did you do?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty blinks at 6.

"Uh... I just knocked. On the door. Why?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Our captors are getting very clever, indeed. I think they mean to keep me from winning the election by trapping me in my quarters. They will not succeed! Six for one and one for free for all!"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty eyes the door latch and doesn't see anything wrong with it, but he nods at Number 6 in agreement.

"Right. Six for one and... all that. Are you prepared for the debates? They are at six. Six O' Clock that is. Also I believe that a non partisan group is going to be having a forum for the write-in candidates on Thursday. You're not planning on being trapped or anything then are you?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"No, my boy, they can only fool me once. From here until the election, I'm finding alternate quarters..."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty thinks fast...

"Uh... But isn't that what they *want* you to do? Besides how long is it going to take to-"

Marty leans his hand against the door and suddenly finds himself hanging upside down from the ceiling in a steel net. He sighs.

"...move your booby-traps."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"They have proven themselves to be useless. They can be used against me and are therefore in league with the enemy. I will make arrangements to bunk elsewhere this evening!"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty hangs from the ceiling looking somewhat annoyed.

"Well... If you don't mind chickens you're welcome to bunk with me after the debate tonight."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"I shall consider it a privilege, sir."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Great. Think you could cut me down?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

Number 6 plucked a letter opener from his desk and began sawing. "Have you down in a moment, friend. So glad that you have my back."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

If only he really knew

"Listen, I was going to drop off the Batsh*t Crazy platform to Angelus's little non-partisan but is so partisan it isn't even funny political group. Is there anything you want to add?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 considers his Prisoner's Manifesto. "No. I think we should be fine with what we have. See you at the debates tonight."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Does this mean that Six is moving in with Marty? Or is he going to be jumping from room to room each night? I'm fine with having a bunkmate. Feel free to have fun with Camilla.]

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

[OOC: 6 will be hopping from domicile to domicile until the assassination plot ends]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Really? And what did he -- or she -- do with you once you were down there?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Left me there to rot. Also, my trousers were unzipped. I can't recall if I'd left them that way before."