FireFlare
Member
TJ Ostrow
TJ rolled his eyes. The brunette's attempt at intimidation was nothing new to TJ. Prison had already been a constant thought in his mind, even though he hadn't actually done anything to warrant incarceration. Not in this 'camp' and not in any formal detention center. Synth loved to wield the power they'd obtained, and anyone caught in the crossfire was easily expunged from whatever records Synth needed them to be. But, now wasn't the time to speak up. TJ needed to more information to plan an escape, and to do that would require him to actually see the rest of the facility. Though... He didn't want them to think he'd accepted their words, and so silently, and somewhat surreptitiously, he raised his hand to about chest-level and then lifted his middle finger, flipping off the brunette.
Yes, it was childish. But hey, if Synth wanted to treat him like a child, he could act like one. And if it got them to write him off as immature, all the better.
Then, the smaller of the two women started speaking. Her words annoyed TJ even more than the brunette's; at least she had been direct. Sugar-coating, euphemisms, and 'formal welcomes' would do no good in the type of place TJ knew this was. He was willing to bet that nearly everyone here was a prisoner in every sense but name. Acting like they weren't would serve no one but Synth, and TJ wasn't about to help the organization that had ruined his life. Maybe he couldn't speak up now, but whatever 'cooperation' he showed would only last as long as it took for him to tear down whatever it was Synth was trying to build with them here.
TJ rolled his eyes. The brunette's attempt at intimidation was nothing new to TJ. Prison had already been a constant thought in his mind, even though he hadn't actually done anything to warrant incarceration. Not in this 'camp' and not in any formal detention center. Synth loved to wield the power they'd obtained, and anyone caught in the crossfire was easily expunged from whatever records Synth needed them to be. But, now wasn't the time to speak up. TJ needed to more information to plan an escape, and to do that would require him to actually see the rest of the facility. Though... He didn't want them to think he'd accepted their words, and so silently, and somewhat surreptitiously, he raised his hand to about chest-level and then lifted his middle finger, flipping off the brunette.
Yes, it was childish. But hey, if Synth wanted to treat him like a child, he could act like one. And if it got them to write him off as immature, all the better.
Then, the smaller of the two women started speaking. Her words annoyed TJ even more than the brunette's; at least she had been direct. Sugar-coating, euphemisms, and 'formal welcomes' would do no good in the type of place TJ knew this was. He was willing to bet that nearly everyone here was a prisoner in every sense but name. Acting like they weren't would serve no one but Synth, and TJ wasn't about to help the organization that had ruined his life. Maybe he couldn't speak up now, but whatever 'cooperation' he showed would only last as long as it took for him to tear down whatever it was Synth was trying to build with them here.
