Post by Victor on Jul 26, 2012 22:50:42 GMT -5
With the hatchway to his frozen cell block now opened, the first thing Victor needed to do was develop a power base from which he could gather anyone who would follow him and to do that he would need supplies. Since the only guard from his section who had not been killed ran off, the ice man was left to do this by himself. Pulling the hatchway to the cold lock shut, Victor headed out into the chaotic asylum, ascending the stairs to the main cell level. The place was already a wreck, even after just a few minutes, inmate were everywhere and he’d yet to see another guard.
As Victor made his way through the mayhem, those that knew who he was gave the cryogenic scientist a wide, fearful berth. No one wanted to get on the ice man’s bad side lest they end up in the deep freeze. One unfortunate individual though managed to stumble into Freeze’s way as he was ascending to an overlooking catwalk. The delinquent, here for what ever charge came bounding along the walkway and given Freeze’s size there wasn’t room to pass, so he made the mistake of trying to shove his way by. What he got for his trouble was a swift shove in return, the suit’s mass adding a bit of extra umph. The shove in and of it’s self wasn’t by any means lethal, where it took the thug though was another matter entirely. Victor had no use for useless people as he demonstrated so aptly in the cold lock with the crippled guard. This thug was no different and so Victor shoved him now backward, but to the side, sending the man tumbling over the railing and to the hard concrete floor bellow.
Silence fell over the cell block for a few moments after the man’s body hit the floor below, the inmates realizing that Victor was on the move and none wanting to get in the man’s path. Continuing along the catwalk, Victor made his way out of the cell block and into one of the adjoining corridors. His first stop would be to the kitchens where he would procure his specially prepared food stuffs. To any of the goons surrounding him, the boxes might appear unimportant, but to Victor they were the first items he knew he had to secure. Without food that he could eat at a comfortable temperature, he’d starve and if that happened there would be no one to help his beloved wife. Soon the cafeteria was in sight and beyond that was the kitchen, with any luck the place had not yet been raided by the lowlifes populating the asylum. Those odds were in fact rather good as the insurrection was still less then an hour old and it was unlikely that any in the facility were as logically minded as he. They were all likely still enjoying their brief taste of freedom rather then preparing for the long haul.
As Victor made his way through the mayhem, those that knew who he was gave the cryogenic scientist a wide, fearful berth. No one wanted to get on the ice man’s bad side lest they end up in the deep freeze. One unfortunate individual though managed to stumble into Freeze’s way as he was ascending to an overlooking catwalk. The delinquent, here for what ever charge came bounding along the walkway and given Freeze’s size there wasn’t room to pass, so he made the mistake of trying to shove his way by. What he got for his trouble was a swift shove in return, the suit’s mass adding a bit of extra umph. The shove in and of it’s self wasn’t by any means lethal, where it took the thug though was another matter entirely. Victor had no use for useless people as he demonstrated so aptly in the cold lock with the crippled guard. This thug was no different and so Victor shoved him now backward, but to the side, sending the man tumbling over the railing and to the hard concrete floor bellow.
Silence fell over the cell block for a few moments after the man’s body hit the floor below, the inmates realizing that Victor was on the move and none wanting to get in the man’s path. Continuing along the catwalk, Victor made his way out of the cell block and into one of the adjoining corridors. His first stop would be to the kitchens where he would procure his specially prepared food stuffs. To any of the goons surrounding him, the boxes might appear unimportant, but to Victor they were the first items he knew he had to secure. Without food that he could eat at a comfortable temperature, he’d starve and if that happened there would be no one to help his beloved wife. Soon the cafeteria was in sight and beyond that was the kitchen, with any luck the place had not yet been raided by the lowlifes populating the asylum. Those odds were in fact rather good as the insurrection was still less then an hour old and it was unlikely that any in the facility were as logically minded as he. They were all likely still enjoying their brief taste of freedom rather then preparing for the long haul.