Senka's Cell/room (V.W.A.T base)

Description-The cell contains all basic living essentials and a little bit more, the small mattress rests snugly in the corner opposite the fairly basic television. Fairly small room...nuff said
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Entering from the Director's office
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He took his sweet time pacing around the room, observing everything. Sure enough, as he expected there weren't any special precautions aside from the door and the collar. He shrugged, being half content with how things had turned out. He'd seen worse, he knew extravagant living when he saw it given circumstances. Senka glanced back at the door and booted the middle of it, once. It held true and he didn't try it again, rather moving across the room with casual grace, leaning his katana against the base of the bed and throwing himself upon the mattress with the remote for the tv already in hand. It seemed overly much for his current station but he was going to enjoy it while it lasted...good things never lasted in Senka's life.

He flicked through the cycle of channels a few times before he gave in to the fact that he wasn't going to find anything. Tempted to throw the remote across the room to collide with one of the walls, Senka instead dropped the remote upon the bed and moved to the largest expanse of floor in the middle of the room. It was then he dropped to cross his legs and close his eyes. If the television wasn't going to provide entertainment or occupy him then this would. He fell into meditation, remaining unnaturally aware of his surroundings all the while.

He'd been meditating for little over two hours before he grew tired of everything in general, he was content with whatever mistakes he had made, however brutal they had been. That and he hadn't slept since the transition had begun, preferring to know where he was going at least and get a size for his captors. He eyed the mattress over in the corner, it had a nice view of the entrance and that was about all he could ask for if in fact he could at all. Shrugging to himself, Senka glided back over to the side of the bed, arranging two pillows he did have into a seating posture, or at least leaning back. Taking a seat, he leaned back and soon closed his eyes into a shallow slumber.

He might have been in here for a couple of days for all the info he recieved within his cell, though the news constantly reminded him of what day it was and what was going on in the world. He got fed maybe once and went back to meditating and stretching. He was actually getting rather used to it after the first few hours, not really minding the living quarters. Though it put him a bit on edge, this was perhaps the longest he'd stayed in any one place since his childhood. That was perhaps until the door banged again, keys rattling against the solid metal. He raised an eyebrow at the entourage that came with the obviously higher ranking officer prompting him to continue with whatever he felt was necessary or whatever he'd been told to do.

Quickly briefed on what was happening he was only given a few moments to prepare, neither did they give him privacy. A few minutes later and Senka was already leaving, it surprised him how quick they were making use of him but it didn't annoy him, it could have been a lot worse.
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Exit to 'Columbus, Ohio (MISSION!)'

Enter from the infirmary
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Half dragged, half limping, Senka had worn thin on their nerves until they decided to speed up the process by carrying him. He found it amusing in a way, but with the weight off his ankle he was able to crane his head and look around the complex as they passed through it. Hallways that he hadn't seen before, rooms and doorways that grated on Senka's curiosity. Stowing away interesting information in the back of his mind for later, Senka would make use of what little freedom he had. They rounded the corner to his cell and let him go the rest of the way, he felt some sort of sadism was at play but he let them have none of it. Senka almost broke out of his limp, to the untrained eye it was all but gone for the next couple of moments until he went into the room. Meanwhile, Senka felt every bit of it and resisted the human like reaction of breathing heavily, grunting, hissing or anything of the sort.

He went into the room and sighed relief as he took the weight off his ankle and spotted his blade leaning on the wall over by the tv, limping the rest of the way over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. Senka pulled the recliner over to the bed with his right hand and used his left to keep himself steady and raised his foot to rest on the arm of the recliner. "Bloody place needs butlers", thoroughly amused with the thought, his memory flashed back to a hit he'd taken on a legit butler, tail coat and all. The time where he hadn't stuffed things up and been reckless as hell, how he wished he could go back and change it all, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt all scenarios led to a blade sticking out of that cops chest. He merely shrugged off the trail of thought again as it started to bore him.

It only took a few moments for him to lay back and close his eyes, splayed out randomly, without a shirt on half on the recliner and half on the bed. Senka would sleep for some time until he was interrupted or until he'd had eight solid hours at which point he would sate his curiosity about this place, provided the door to his cell wasn't bolted shut by the time he woke up.

A few sounds caught his attention, boxes being dropped somewhere, an argument, suppressed laughter. Each being a different event, and each being as equal importance as the other. Had he focused, he may have heard a little more, but these events did little to change his mind about anything, each one he did not care for as with the rest. Senka abruptly opened his eyes and jerked up into a seating position, acutely aware of everything around him. The door was still open, either meant one of two things, he hadn't been sleeping long or they knew the collar was efficient as it was. Not exactly like Disteere could argue that, he hadn't even taken a look at it, the only thing he knew about it was that if he did something wrong, he'd get fried. With Steeler's speech fresh in his mind, he couldn't doubt that it was true.

He turned his head slightly to look at the clock sitting on the wall, he found that it was the latter, they were obviously confident in the collar's capability. His foot was a little sensitive when he took time to remind himself that it still needed constant attention and precautions. It only took a few moments for him to ready himself for the aching pain that would no doubt be going up his leg as soon as he moved. When that was done, he kicked the recliner with his opposing foot, effectively moving it a couple of metres out of his way. The sudden change in foot elevation sparked aches going up his leg but when he stood up and felt a little of his weight on it, he was surprised that it didn't hurt as much as what he'd thought. Perhaps this ankle brace was a little bit more effective than he'd initially thought.

He tested his weight on it a few more times before he walked over to the closet and went through it. The haori was there, but for the first time in awhile he didn't feel the need for it. Remaining in his still slightly blood splattered grey slacks, he took one of the neatly folded dark blue singlets and donned it with indifference. He looked once more at the clock on the wall before leaving at an average pace with the limp barely visible to the untrained eye. Sure it would hurt for a time, but if he wished it to get any better, normal walking without too much exertion would be the best way to go in order for it to heal as quickly as possible.
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Exit into the halls