Bad Attitude

[bigbad17]

Day: 3
Characters: Spike and Vegeta
Summary: An attitude check from your ever helpful security vampire.
When: Afternoon
Where: Cell 023
Status: Closed; incomplete.

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[princelysaiyan]

Vegeta was in an acrid mood to say the least. After being manhandled and chained to the damn wall, all he could do was curse this place and every damn soul within it. After a while he quieted, partly from exhaustion and hunger, and partly from the realization that going on a tirade wasn't going to get him anywhere. Going without dinner certainly irritated him, and the growling in his stomach didn't seem to go away as time went on, but quieted and reduced to a hollow ache.

It wasn't as if Vegeta was going to go along with the insanity at this asylum, and so far, it hasn't gotten any results, but Vegeta's window to escape--or at least wreck some havoc--would come. He knew it.

When the door flew open, he looked up with a scowl on his face, but couldn't keep it from twisting into a smirk. Ha, so the strangely voiced guard came after all. "The man of the hour has finally arrived. I must say, I was getting quite lonely," he ground out. He jerked at his chains, his smirk intensifying into a heated snarl.

[bigbad17]

Spike just grinned, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against the nearest wall. His presence was threat enough for now, as far as he was concerned. And yes, an all out brawl would have been his definition of fun but it might be nice to try and play a few mind games first, see what happened. After all, he had to at least pretend he was being helpful here.

"Man? Selling me short, mate." He said, still looking happy. "I'm the big bad, and you've got my undivided attention. I'd say lonely is the least of your problems now. So, wanna talk about your feelings?"

[princelysaiyan]

"Feelings," he snorted, bending forward and getting to his knees before lifting himself up to his feet, arms held neatly behind his back, "They're a waste. I'd probably be insulted if I wasn't amused as I am." Standing, Vegeta got a better view, and comparison, between himself and this security guard. Being as compact as he was, even his pine cone hair couldn't even match up to this guy's height. It didn't matter to Vegeta, though. He slaughtered beasts three times his own size before this.

"Big bad, is that what you call yourself?" Vegeta ground his teeth in a snarling smirk, all the while jerking at his arms to try and yank the chains from the bolt in the wall, but irritatingly to no avail, "You don't look all that bad to me. I've had monsters scarier than you under my command."

[bigbad17]

Spike just grinned again, really liking this. Who did not like a power trip, after all? And the funny thing was, he kind of liked the crazy that went along with this place and all the people in it. Could say he had a lot of practice with it. "Ain't about me, mate. You're the one whose gone all sack of hammers." He replied.

"I'm Spike, in case you missed the memo. I know all about you though." He added, since he had done the homework and read up on the guy thank you very much. "You got all kinds of problems, mate. Let's start with the whole imaginary prince thing. I feel like we should work that nasty little delusion out before you hurt yourself."