Lights out [Normally lights out and it being dark would not be a problem for Alex. Right now, he was frustrated though--his powers weren't working. Which was annoying--as he'd love to be able to have his thermal-vision right now. It would help some...
Not that he could do anything about that yet. In the meantime, he's moving carefully down the halls. Checking rooms which are unlocked, and trying to locate a flashlight and a weapon. Preferably a weapon with flashlight attached.
His senses are alert as much as he can be, moving down the halls in a military-walk that was that crouching-pace that made minimal noise. Alex wasn't jumping at every little sound--but he was definitely alert. So when it sounded like footsteps coming towards him, he turned. In a wary stance and on guard.]
Truth Bomb [Alex had figured out fairly quickly he couldn't lie. Why he couldn't, he had no clue--and it bothered him. Not that he lied as a general course; he was more the silent type. Which is what he was trying hard to do now. Stay quiet, and answer with the bare minimum when asked a question. Not that it helped much when there was a conversation he had to be part of for some reason.]
Stuck Together [Oh he hated this. Alex was a private person by nature and preferred his alone time. Bad enough he was already stuck with all the restrictions of an inmate--but now he was caused physical PAIN when he went too far from this one person. Even if he normally was alright with them, this made him grumpy.]
Alex Mercer | Prototype | Inmate
[Normally lights out and it being dark would not be a problem for Alex. Right now, he was frustrated though--his powers weren't working. Which was annoying--as he'd love to be able to have his thermal-vision right now. It would help some...
Not that he could do anything about that yet. In the meantime, he's moving carefully down the halls. Checking rooms which are unlocked, and trying to locate a flashlight and a weapon. Preferably a weapon with flashlight attached.
His senses are alert as much as he can be, moving down the halls in a military-walk that was that crouching-pace that made minimal noise. Alex wasn't jumping at every little sound--but he was definitely alert. So when it sounded like footsteps coming towards him, he turned. In a wary stance and on guard.]
Truth Bomb
[Alex had figured out fairly quickly he couldn't lie. Why he couldn't, he had no clue--and it bothered him. Not that he lied as a general course; he was more the silent type. Which is what he was trying hard to do now. Stay quiet, and answer with the bare minimum when asked a question. Not that it helped much when there was a conversation he had to be part of for some reason.]
Stuck Together
[Oh he hated this. Alex was a private person by nature and preferred his alone time. Bad enough he was already stuck with all the restrictions of an inmate--but now he was caused physical PAIN when he went too far from this one person. Even if he normally was alright with them, this made him grumpy.]
Any idea what's causing this? And how we fix it?