ᴄ:\\ᴡʜᴏᴀʀᴇʏᴏᴜ.ᴅᴀᴛ ⁽ ᵃᵘᵗᵒ ⁾

                          ❝ here it is. ❞

  speaks softly with a quick approach before the other can see  (  sneaky !  ) ,  folder passed to nimble hands.  impatience isn't his drive, it's simply more excitement than anything else — found new blueprints, information he shouldn't have.  all theirs now.  they have it.  and BL/ind ?  hah.   smart,  but not enough.

when mask is pushed up next,  bunching tangles of curls beneath, he'll suck in a breath — there it is, that rare gleam.  imagine it :  how a grin looks on such a typical bored face !   no way in hell he could be with this event,  sasha admits that.

               ❝ so far,  i've found that they plan to higher medication doses.  also to send out more draculoid,      possibly bigger exterminators.  there was some talk of korse...  ' glitching, '  i couldn't find more on him.                                                    they’re looking for you,  as usual. ❞

he tries to slow down but it's hard when every word wants to flow, hours of searching stored.  and to share it with someone remotely trustworthy ?  rare things.

    i'm hungry for a life a little less cruel.   some dignity,   not too much sorrow  —  just a little bit of hope,   hold out for tomorrow.   

                                       and out of it all :   i have survived.

 the home of captive flowers has a clammy atmosphere mixed in with its endless cold but anxiety leaves him in a sweat, hair curling thick against his forehead and wiped out of place only to fall back moments later, focus given to still the busy hands at work against keyboard below.  it’s dark, currently the time in which he and one other are awake :  a guard whose name he doesn’t know  (  nor cares to learn  ) ,  but that one is asleep at his job.  no one comes out here unless brought, anyway.  no one runs.  maybe history will change.

                                                        SAMUEL64_ has signed on.

the neutral grey of a forum he enjoys, one for simple discussion among hackers alike, offers him the outside world’s taste in chatroom  &  messageboard form. no one here can help him, more than likely do not care to either  (  some would likely side with these people  )   and he’s fine with that — but his heart’s desperate pounding begs otherwise, as does such a tired mind.  worth a shot.