PRISONER #: D504-2389 NAME: URUSHIBARA, AKEMI CITIZENSHIP: LEITH
WARRANT DESCRIPTION: Level 3 warrant issued by Leith security forces
for crimes against humanity. Target is suspected of illegal human
experi-mentation and modification, including use of own daughter as a test
subject.Human remains found in target's laboratory are pending
identification, but a possible connection to recent missing persons
cases is suspected. Requesting transfer to secure psychiatric facility
to await criminal processing.
[Bored. Akemi is bored. He's already exhausted the (admittedly limited) inventory of amusing things he can do with his hands bound behind his back, and boredom is beginning to tickle the edges of his mind like mold spores consuming a piece of fruit. He can feel his brain rotting. He's already endured 3 days in RAC custody - almost 0.010 percent of the average human lifespan. He can't afford to waste this kind of time.
He'd spent his first few hours at the Prisoner Intake Facility among the general population, but even the most hardened criminals don't take kindly to people who harm children (an accusation that Akemi hotly debates). So now he's in solitary, where he can't even enjoy the dubious entertainment of watching hokk-heads try to ferment prison rations into something vaguely alcoholic. At least they have some appreciation for the value of science, which is more than Akemi can say for the university system on Leith.
Although his prison stay has been brief, he's already heard of the so-called "Handsome Jack" who runs the facility. Akemi raises an eyebrow as a strange-looking man enters the room and takes the chair across from him. A mask of waxy synthetic skin is pulled taut across his face - handsome indeed. Akemi regards him with a grin through the disheveled strands of dyed red hair that partially obscure his eyes.]
Is that supposed to be a compliment, Handsome Jack? Do you mean the "crimes against humanity" bit? Come on, that's an exaggeration. It was 20 or 30 people, max. That's hardly "humanity." It's not like I committed genocide or anything. Science sometimes demands sacrifices, but that would just be wasteful.
[He sits up a little straighter and tries to pop his shoulders, which have grown uncomfortably stiff from the restraints.]
You know, I'd normally consider bondage to be more of a second date thing, wouldn't you? You could at least buy me dinner first.
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[Bored. Akemi is bored. He's already exhausted the (admittedly limited) inventory of amusing things he can do with his hands bound behind his back, and boredom is beginning to tickle the edges of his mind like mold spores consuming a piece of fruit. He can feel his brain rotting. He's already endured 3 days in RAC custody - almost 0.010 percent of the average human lifespan. He can't afford to waste this kind of time.
He'd spent his first few hours at the Prisoner Intake Facility among the general population, but even the most hardened criminals don't take kindly to people who harm children (an accusation that Akemi hotly debates). So now he's in solitary, where he can't even enjoy the dubious entertainment of watching hokk-heads try to ferment prison rations into something vaguely alcoholic. At least they have some appreciation for the value of science, which is more than Akemi can say for the university system on Leith.
Although his prison stay has been brief, he's already heard of the so-called "Handsome Jack" who runs the facility. Akemi raises an eyebrow as a strange-looking man enters the room and takes the chair across from him. A mask of waxy synthetic skin is pulled taut across his face - handsome indeed. Akemi regards him with a grin through the disheveled strands of dyed red hair that partially obscure his eyes.]
Is that supposed to be a compliment, Handsome Jack? Do you mean the "crimes against humanity" bit? Come on, that's an exaggeration. It was 20 or 30 people, max. That's hardly "humanity." It's not like I committed genocide or anything. Science sometimes demands sacrifices, but that would just be wasteful.
[He sits up a little straighter and tries to pop his shoulders, which have grown uncomfortably stiff from the restraints.]
You know, I'd normally consider bondage to be more of a second date thing, wouldn't you? You could at least buy me dinner first.