TASK #3 VILLAIN SAYS

(OOC: pfft, it's not like I'm a total creep or anything, stalking this forum all day when I have nothing to do >.> but I understand, Dimi must get some of that 'somethin somethin' before things get serious xDD)

Her body shivered against the coldness of the room, but she tried hard not to show it. Normally, she would have hesitated longer, but she didn't want to risk anything happening to Cillian. He was the first person to believe in her in years. She couldn't lose that over something as stupid as not taking off her clothes.
Her eyes shyly traveled around the room, hoping no one was staring. The brunette man..the one she had been eyeing during the contest...he was looking at her. As to be expected..most men would oogle if they saw a naked woman wouldn't they. He must have scared himself by the way he suddenly looked away. She sighed heavily, returning to her seat on the floor. What could happen next..

"Aren't you a good girl?" he laughed over the speakers. He had expected some kind of hesitation, that was always the case, specially the first couple of rounds. But she hadn't even seemed to think about it. Just done it.
"T19118," he spoke loudly, hoping he would remember this time. The idiot never seemed to be able to remember it, even though he had been given such an easy one. It was amusing though, watching him awkwardly stumble through life.
"Can you see the sharp razor in the corner to your left?" he asked, knowing it would take some time to spot such a small item. He had placed it on top of the cage with the three frogs, so hopefully he'd notice.
"I want you to get someone to shave your head." Easy to begin with Joseph... let them warm up..

T19118, wasn't that him? He knew his began with T191 at least.. he doubted anyone else had such a similar prisoner name, and when he saw no one else react, he was sure. His heart caught in his throat as he expected the worst.
He almost shivered in panic as his eyes fell on the razor, not knowing what he'd want with it, but sighed in relief as his task seemed easier and safer than anything else he could have thought of with these items.
He stood up slowly and walked over to the razor, picking it up, wondering what on earth the three frogs were there for. What could this guy possibly want with these? Were there any use for frogs at all?
He held it up awkwardly as always as he looked at the people in the room. Chel first and then the rest, making sure to keep eyecontact with the naked woman. The way he stared at her face made it rather obvious he was just forcing himself not to look anywhere else.
"Anyone?" he asked softly, too shy to speak loudly to people he did not know, but someone had to do it for him.

Cillian had clenched his teeth when Megara was called. Watchinh her remove her jumpsuit so easy. He hoped this would not be broadcasted to the other prisoners. When she shivered he wanted to cover her up. But if he'd make a wrong move. Korso could do unexpected things. Cillian took hold of Megaras hand. As if in comforting her. Though also telling her to stay down. Korso could make unexpected moves now. He looked at the guy who was supose to shave his head. Holding his tongue. He was not going the help the guy. His partner wasn't there for nothing.

"Ok," Odette replied, the fear obvious in her voice. At least she was lucky having him as a partner, someone who'd go as far as he could to keep her safe. That's what he'd done since the very first day she got to know him.
The kissed surprised her. It had been so long. If only it could have lasted longer. But right now they had more serious things to worry about.
Odette jumped a little when the speakers came to life again. She watched as Meg did was she was told in order to save her partners life. Was the old man someone she knew?
When the speakers came to life once again, she wasn't as jumpy. She just watched silently as the man reached for the razor. But she wasn't going to help him. She didn't know him, and his partner would most likely be the one to offer a helping hand. So she just waited.
She wouldn't want to be naked in front of everyone or bald... but maybe those were one of the less terrible things that could happen in here?

Cale watched as the brunette did as she was told. He couldn't help but stare, but then he was a guy after all.
As the younger guy was given instructions he looked around, but no one seemed to be willing to help. Cale watched the guys partner, he didn't know what she'd done to get in here but he didn't really want to watch her die, so he stood up and walked towards the brunette.

'If you don't want her to die then give me that thing,' he said, gesturing towards the razor as he held out his hand.

He handed him the razor quickly and awkwardly, not saying a word, before turning around to let him do his work. He wondered why Chel hadn't stepped forward, but maybe she just thought it wasn't allowed as she was his partner. Any weird stuff could go on in people's mind in this situation.
"Thank you," he said quietly to the blonde who had been kissing the girl just a little time ago. He couldn't say he wasn't jealous, and a bit disappointed she was taken, but it wasn't like he'd stand a chance anyway, and it wasn't like that was his top priority or even something to think about right now.
This would take forever with just a normal razor blade, but he couldn't complain. The longer this took, the more he could put off the fear and panic of what was to come next. He was sure this was going to escalate sooner or later, and he was willing to guess sooner rather than later.

Cale took the razor in his hand and looked at him, wondering where to start. 'I just hope you remember that I helped you and your girl out when the harder tasks start,' he said as he picked a spot and began shaving his head.

Once he was finished he took a step back and put his hands up, as if admiring his work. 'You don't look too bad this way,' Cale said lightly with a grin, sure he wasn't an expert at this sort of thing but he thought he'd done pretty well considering the situation, 'you pull it off well,' he added, nudging him comfortingly on the shoulder before handing the razor back to him and walking towards Odette.

"She's not.." - my girl, he started to say, but figured it wasn't important and this guy probably didn't even care.
He turned around and smiled at the guy when he was finally done, just happy that it was over and people could stop staring at the two of them. He had never liked being the center of attention. He didn't care much about his hair, it would grow out again soon enough, but it still comforted to hear guy compliment him. Not because he was worried about his looks, but because if the guy cared enough to want to try to comfort him, at least he wasn't a psycopath or something... right?
"Thank you," he told him honestly and smiled weakly at him. He'd introduce himself, but wasn't sure what the right protocol was in this situation and decided just to stay quiet and mimic the other guy's behavior. It seemed like he was more used to hardship than Dimitri himself, and far more confident too.

Cale turned back briefly and nodded at the guy when he thanked him, turning back to watch him and the others properly once he'd gotten back to Odette. He figured he should be close by most of the time, at least during this game, so he could look out for her.

As his glance fell back on the guy he had just helped, he realised that he didn't seem to be the kind of ruthless criminal he had expected in here. He seems almost.. shy, he thought and couldn't help but laugh lightly to himself, he's gonna get himself eaten alive in here if he doesn't watch himself. Cale started to wonder what exactly he'd done to get himself locked up in here, forgetting he was still staring at the guy.

Dimitri let his hand run over his smooth head. That feeling would take some getting used to... though, on the other hand, it would probably already have grown out once he'd gotten used to it, so no point even trying.
He sat back down with Chel and waited for the next announcement over the speakers. He had forgotten about it for a moment, letting his thoughts wander while he was being shaved, but not the fear and panic were fully back.
He just hoped it would be over soon...

Korso yawned. He'd been wrong about this last task, it had proved to be rather boring and take too long. Meanwhile the naked redhead was growing goosebumps so big he could almost see them on the monitor. He wondered why her partner weren't doing anything like hold her. Holding her hand wouldn't keep her warm. His warm body might have helped her. He turned on the speakers again.
"R78103," he called. "Why don't you have a snack? That delicious-looking muffin under the glass lid should do." He smiled. They probably all suspected by now that it was poisoned. Not that they were wrong, but at least it wasn't lethal. No, it wouldn't make her die, it would just make her feel seriously sick. Fall to the ground in serious agony sick. Now, that would bring some excitement to the game.

Odette stood silently and watched Cale shave the guy (his head). She had been rather surprised that he had offered to help, but maybe it wasn't too bad an idea to get on the other people's good side. They might need a favor later on in the game.
When the speaker came alive again, Odette wondered what could be so bad about eating a muffin. From where she was standing it didn't seem that bad. But she would find out when the person just mentioned had to eat it. So now she just looked around, wondering who the chosen one was.

Cale turned towards the speakers when he heard the voice again. That number.. he thought as he watched the others for a reaction. He remembered his prison number pretty well and that one was close but not the same. When no one else made a move he quickly turned to Odette.

'It's your turn,' he said quietly, worried just what the man had done to it. Seeing everything so far he knew it wouldn't just be a little snack.

"Oh," Odette said and gulped. Somehow the task seemed a lot harder now that she knew she was the one who had to do it. It was just a muffin, but still. She slowly walked over to the table, lifted the glass lid and looked at the muffin. She looked back at Cale to get his approval before she took the muffin in her hand. She took a deep breath. It looked like a normal muffin, but as soon as she had eaten a few bites, she realised that wasn't the case. Her stomach started growling and turning. She stopped eating and was about to put the muffin back down.

"No, honey, I'm afraid you'll have to eat it all," Korso warned over the speakers when it seemed she wanted to stop eating. "You wouldn't want anything to happen to your brother now, would you?"

Cale followed Odette to the table and as she bit into it he wondered if she didn't care what was wrong with it or if she was stupid enough to believe that it was a normal muffin.

When he noticed the sick expression on her face he cursed under his breath, 'what's wrong?' he asked, ignoring the voice on the speakers, 'you're not going to die from this, he wouldn't want to end the game so soon,' he said, trying to reassure them both that this wasn't the end.

Dimitri watched the cute blonde get up and approach the muffin.
Don't do it... don't... it's obviously something wrong with it.. He feared for her life in that moment, but there was no point trying to stop her. Either way she'd do it he supposed, they seem to be pretty much in love.
But when Korso spoke again he frowned deeply. They were siblings?! But he could swear they just kissed earlier! This was sick, even for a place like this, and now that he knew he could easily see the resemblance between the two.
He forced himself to look away rather disturbed and focused on the naked woman again. She was getting really cold, and he was starting to worry a lot. She should at least get some body warmth from her partner before she froze to death!

Cale glanced back at the others, noticing the expression on the face of the guy he had helped. What's his problem, he thought before realising what the man over the speakers had said. 'Well that's just perfect,' he mumbled under his breath, so much for that secret, there's no way I can stop all of them from sharing it, he thought, hoping they didn't care as much as he'd thought as he shook his head slightly and tried to concentrate on more important things.

Odette let out a scared sqeal when she heard the voice on the speaker again. She looked at Cale. She felt sick, but she couldn't let him die because of that. She started eating more of the muffin, feeling worse for each bite. The pain in her stomach make her fall to the floor. She forced the last bite of the muffin inside her mouth. She just barely swallowed it, before her stomach said stop. She turned her head towards the nearest wall, which also happened to be where Cale had sat down beside her. Without further notice the muffin started coming up again, and she could do nothing to stop it. She didn't even have enough control to turn her head so the rest of the vomit wouldn't hit Cale.

Cale jumped up as she threw up on him, he was slightly annoyed by that but he was grateful that she'd risked her health for him.
'How bad is it now?' he asked, rubbing her back gently before standing up straight. He slowly unzipped his jumpsuit and let the top half, which was now covered in her vomit, fall against his legs. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at his bare chest to make sure there was none on his skin.

Cillian noticed how cold Megara her hand felt. Moving her into his arms like he had done before. Rubbing her arm with his hand to make her feel warmer. He doubted korso would let him give his jumpsuit to Megara. "You'll be okay." Cillian whispered as he watched the blond vomit over her brother. That was not a normal muffin. But he was more nervous about the knife. Not to mention the vibrator. What sick plan did Korso have. His view back to the blonde and her brother. He seemed to really be there for her. It was very nice to see their connection.

She was grateful when Cillian pulled her into his arms. Because her body was icy to the touch, his hands felt like a hot burn against her skin. "I've been through worse. I'm sure I can live through a few hours in a cold room." she wispered, her breath shuttering every once in a while. Her eyes watched as the brunette man was forced to have his head shaved, by Cale non the less. When Odette was called to eat the muffin, Meg's body tensed. Something wasn't right. She scowled under her breath as Odette had started to become sick on Cale. Why was he doing this to them? Was this is form of sick entertainment?

"O97599," the speakers boomed on once again, calling for the older gentleman now. Every couple had taken their turn, so it was back to the beginning couple now. Looked like the man had finally started warming his partner up. How unfortunate that he'd now be dragged away from her again, leaving her cold and alone. "I want you to use the rope to tie A66129 to the steel table."
He knew he was pushing it, she'd be close to dead by the end of this, but he was willing to take the chance. She wasn't that interesting anyway, he could always take in some other prisoner to take her place. He'd try not to kill her though. If she died, he'd have nothing on the older man to make him do as Korso wanted.

(OOC: evillllll korso! >.< but a little cold won't kill her, she's a street badass xDDD)

Meg bit her lip as she looked up at Cillian. O97599...that was him. She sighed as she sat completly still for a few moments, then squeezed his hand gently. "Go ahead..I'll be fine." She knew by the end of this, there was a possibility that she would be close to death, but she wouldn't die. She'd gone for weeks in colder weather and survived. The only thing that worried her was being tied down. She wouldn't be able to move or even protect Cillian.