The Prisoner ... Closed..

[Ravenloft]

"Ah! Spesiba... hrmph, I mean thank you." Twelve said, catching self still speaking russian as she sat his coffee in front of him. He took a sip of his and smiled behind his bushy beard. "Mmm, it is good, thank you very much." He fell silent as she spoke, appearing deep in thought as he stared into the black, steaming coffee in front of him. "No, I see too many different agents, from every nationality, even capitalist america. I don't think it's any one nation... it feels like something else, something more powerful... alien?" He laughed at the absurdity of the notion. "In any matter, I believe we brought here to keep secrets. Normal life was never meant for our kind, yes?"

Twelve sighed, nodding, knowing she was right, it was a puzzle without a solution. At least not one he could see. "Your right, perhaps it easier just to give in and live good life? It not such bad jail cell... at least there is a pretty lady to look at now..." he flirted, looking up at her with a hungry look in his eyes. Her suggestive question just encouraged his amorous look. "Oh, I am sure we can think of a few things..." he replied, his voice going deeper, more seductive. He liked this dance, he just hoped she could keep up with him.

 

[AmberStar]

Ti’la looked at twelve with a smile, “Not none of that on the first day of meting.” She eyed him playfully. She moved over to the table and took a touch the seat across from him. “Twelve, I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just tired and really could use some rest.” she didn’t even want to touch the statement about this place being ran by Aliens. She just had to give it time. Things will loosen up, people will get talkative when the proper buttons are pushed. She just had to give it time and the answers will come.

She looked up from her coffee to the Russian agent, he wasn’t bad looking even though his ability to speak English was a ear sore but with the proper teaching that could be remedied. She took another drink while looking over the rim at her new friend. “So, where are we going to go sight seeing? You have to show me all the beautiful places here on your new island home.” She spoke upon removing the coffee cup from her lips and placing it down on the table. “Lets take a walk on the beach and get some fresh sea air.” She stood up, the coffee wasn’t helping with the headache so maybe just getting some fresh air would help. It surely wouldn’t hurt.

 

[Ravenloft]

"You right, of course, old habits, they do die hard." He lowered his head in mock shame, but there was a twinkle of lust for her in his eyes. "That is too bad, I know many ways to please a woman like you. Perhaps later, when you get to know me better..." he was a bold one, not used to being told no.

"Hmm, well, there are the mountains to be climbed, best view on island... we would need good gear for that. I not have..." he frowned as she called this place home. "No, not home, never call it home, please. Prison without bars more appropriate." He looked upset until she asked him to go for a walk with her, then he relaxed again and nodded.

"The beach sound good... In these clothes? Or do we change into swim suit?" He smiled a little again, doing little to hide the fact that he was admiring her form. He finished his coffee quickly and stood, obviously a man of action.

 

[AmberStar]

Ti’la shook her head and rolled her eyes toward Twelve. She doubt if she would find anyone on this Island that she would let touch her for she wouldn’t trust anyone for anything. Even Twelve here she didn’t fully trust, but with him opening up and sharing information was the first step in this partnership.

She smiled when he was all game for the walk on the beach, but began to laugh when he wanted to change into a bathing suit. “You don’t give up do you. Do you really think I want to walk on the beach wearing next to nothing with a horny dog like you at this moment! I don’t think so. I believe we are dressed just fine the way we are.” She walked toward the door… “Shall we?” she smiled and winked at him..

 

[Ravenloft]

"Very well..." Twelve sighed in defeat. "But offer always on table, twelve could make you feel good." He said with a smirk. "Nyet, giving up on pleasure is for the old and dead. Not while I still breath." He replied with a twinkle in his eyes, playfully panting like a dog to make her laugh. An instant lzter, he straightened up and became all business. The image of a professional spy, straight backed, tall and eyes always alert. However, he still looked weary worn and perhaps a bit tired behind those eyes.

"We shall." He replied, following her out the door which automatically opened for her as she got near. Only a few minutes later, they found themselves walking through the village center, toward the beach on the far side of the island. Their presence together drew stares from others, suspicious looks and curious glances. "Hrmph! I not like this..." Twelve whispered nervously, noticing, no FEELING the eyes on them. "Not one bit..."

A shop keeper they passed by who was sweeping his store front clean even stopped and starred, leaning on his broom stick as they passed. Another man, selling fresh fruits from a cart stopped his salesmanship shouting as they passed, eyeing them together. Yet another, speaking on a public phone noticed them and began whispering into the receiver with a cupped hand over it as he glared at them.

It was all too much for twelve, he went mad with fear and dashed off, flipping the fruit cart as he ran by. "Run, six! Before they get you too!" He cried out as he headed away, toward the beach. "Hey!" The cart owner shouted, desperately trying to salvage his goods. "You there! Stop!" He shouted, pointing an orange at her, thinking that she was the mad man's accomplice. "Who's gonna pay for all this?!" He lamented, plaintively on his knees, awkwardly chasing after an apple rolling away from him, down the pavement.

"Runnnnnn!" Twelve bellowed from up ahead one last time as the streets that were only a moment ago full of people suddenly cleared out and this strange sound, like a gigantic water Baloon rolling on stone caught her attention. "Rovers are coming!" The poor shop keep who was trying desperately to save his goods exclaimed. He immediately abandoned his goods and ran in doors, locking it and hiding behind the counter.

From down the way they had come, this ten foot diameter white Baloon came bouncing and rolling her way, with an apparent force of purpose. It was clear it was coming to get them.