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Robin cocked her head to the side, "Okay... let's here em'" she murmured.
J let out a tired sigh, then nodded.
"Alrighty, love. First, when the guard comes to take his rounds, you distract him by making some sort of eh... Noise." he nodded, and Robin looked skeptical.
"Then, while it's distracted, I'm gonna escape. Once he's on the ground, I'll unlock your cage. Got it?"
Robin frowned, this "plan" not seeming very sturdy. J must've sensed something, because he smiled reassuringly. "Ah, dun worry love. She'll be apples, remember?" he chuckled.
Robin nodded lightly, then sighed. It was better than nothing...
"Okay." she murmured, leaning against the bars.

~*~J's P.O.V~*~

This was way too easy.
I smirked silently, looking over at that zombie in the cage. Disgusting, soulless bodies.
But, they liked my singing, and I took advantage of that.
I called them zombies, of course it was just easier, but I think they're called something else. I think they're called "Synthetic Inanimate Anthropomorphic Beings."
Or at least, that's what one kept whispering for two days after it came back from being taken away.
Straightening the stained shirt I've had on for five years, I shifted my position.
I smiled to the zombie, or should I said, the S.I.A.B. The siab. I like that.
I smiled to the siab, who stared back with bloody eye sockets. Ooh, he'd had his eyes removed.
I chuckled quietly, watching the idiotic thing moan, and claw relentlessly at the iron bars.
"Let me tell you a tale...
A tale of how I can make your blood run... ice.. cold."
I began in a whisper, singing gently to an old tune of a lullaby.
He seemed interested, the clawing ceased and he cocked his head to the side.
"Of how I can make...
Your body heat with anticipation...
And sweat like dew drops...
I'll tell you a tale..."
I smiled, letting out a delighted chuckle. I don't know why, but this tune had always given me a... feeling of being watched. The feeling I got when the back of my neck prickled, and I could feel eyes on my back...
It was heavenly.
"Of how your back will arch in pain..."
The siab cooed quietly.
"And how the shivers will run... up... and... down.. your spine.
Traveling across your skin..."
I smiled again, wrapping my arms tightly around my mid section. What a wonderful feeling this simple story gave me, it felt like my stomach was going to implode.
That would be wonderfully gory.
"And strike the core of... your... soul."
I let out with laugh, watching the siab claw at it's empty eyes and chest. Maybe it missed the soul it once had.
Maybe the shivers could only strike itself.
I grinned, "Did ya like that one?" I asked, and the siab gave a groan, wrapping what it's fingers might have once been around the iron bars.
Wounds opened at the small movement, making the tight flesh burst and dark, brown blood poured from the slashes.
I smiled, the substance pooling slowly.
Completely mesmerizing.
I grinned, squeezing a hand through the bars, reaching towards the pool. I just want to feel it, the warm- or cold -brown blood on my fingers tips. I felt the grimy floor under my hand, smiling a bit. I was wonderfully masochistic.
The smell of blood and death that usually made people gag gave me a chill, the feeling of rotting flesh on my skin made me tingle.
I've been in here way to long, I used to hate everything dead, but alas.
When you're dead inside, your start to understand.

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Robin cocked her head to the side, "Okay... let's here em'" she murmured.
J let out a tired sigh, then nodded.
"Alrighty, love. First, when the guard comes to take his rounds, you distract him by making some sort of eh... Noise." he nodded, and Robin looked skeptical.
"Then, while it's distracted, I'm gonna escape. Once he's on the ground, I'll unlock your cage. Got it?"
Robin frowned, this "plan" not seeming very sturdy. J must've sensed something, because he smiled reassuringly. "Ah, dun worry love. She'll be apples, remember?" he chuckled.
Robin nodded lightly, then sighed. It was better than nothing...
"Okay." she murmured, leaning against the bars.

~*~J's P.O.V~*~

This was way too easy.
I smirked silently, looking over at that zombie in the cage. Disgusting, soulless bodies.
But, they liked my singing, and I took advantage of that.
I called them zombies, of course it was just easier, but I think they're called something else. I think they're called "Synthetic Inanimate Anthropomorphic Beings."
Or at least, that's what one kept whispering for two days after it came back from being taken away.
Straightening the stained shirt I've had on for five years, I shifted my position.
I smiled to the zombie, or should I said, the S.I.A.B. The siab. I like that.
I smiled to the siab, who stared back with bloody eye sockets. Ooh, he'd had his eyes removed.
I chuckled quietly, watching the idiotic thing moan, and claw relentlessly at the iron bars.
"Let me tell you a tale...
A tale of how I can make your blood run... ice.. cold."
I began in a whisper, singing gently to an old tune of a lullaby.
He seemed interested, the clawing ceased and he cocked his head to the side.
"Of how I can make...
Your body heat with anticipation...
And sweat like dew drops...
I'll tell you a tale..."
I smiled, letting out a delighted chuckle. I don't know why, but this tune had always given me a... feeling of being watched. The feeling I got when the back of my neck prickled, and I could feel eyes on my back...
It was heavenly.
"Of how your back will arch in pain..."
The siab cooed quietly.
"And how the shivers will run... up... and... down.. your spine.
Traveling across your skin..."
I smiled again, wrapping my arms tightly around my mid section. What a wonderful feeling this simple story gave me, it felt like my stomach was going to implode.
That would be wonderfully gory.
"And strike the core of... your... soul."
I let out with laugh, watching the siab claw at it's empty eyes and chest. Maybe it missed the soul it once had.
Maybe the shivers could only strike itself.
I grinned, "Did ya like that one?" I asked, and the siab gave a groan, wrapping what it's fingers might have once been around the iron bars.
Wounds opened at the small movement, making the tight flesh burst and dark, brown blood poured from the slashes.
I smiled, the substance pooling slowly.
Completely mesmerizing.
I grinned, squeezing a hand through the bars, reaching towards the pool. I just want to feel it, the warm- or cold -brown blood on my fingers tips. I felt the grimy floor under my hand, smiling a bit. I was wonderfully masochistic.
The smell of blood and death that usually made people gag gave me a chill, the feeling of rotting flesh on my skin made me tingle.
I've been in here way to long, I used to hate everything dead, but alas.
When you're dead inside, your start to understand.