[b]Mizuki Tsubomi
Location - ??? [/b]

[i]It's so bloody dark. A hide and seek game would be nice. That is, if I could move. And perhaps if it didn't smell so absolutely revolting. But I'm not the only one who has the same idea. There's somebody else there. And they're very animalistic. And they're being a bit of a pain in my neck, if I'm to be honest.
Oh. Thud. Something has fallen. Oh, it's moving further away now. Oh. I think it's far enough. The voice has stopped for the moment. That's good.[/i]

Two pairs of bright blue-green eyes blinked up at the ceiling for a couple of seconds as consciousness slowly but surely returned, albeit a tiny bit later than the first of the lot to have awoken, to the little lady, tied up like she would soon come to discover was the state of the surprising other inhabitants of the little cell. Cave? No. Cell. Maybe. The floor was dirt. It was difficult to remember where or what happened prior. Or why. Always why. Never why. [i]Why[/i]
There was something there earlier, musing about food, and blood and sweat and it wouldn't take long to suss out that it was flesh it was after. Unless of course there was something else. But that couldn't be. Human flesh would have to be the only option. Why else would Mizuki be tied up tighter and offered on a platter akin to a Thanksgiving Turkey. Being eaten wasn't really...plausible, now. It made her struggle. She was afraid yes but more afraid she was annoyed, or even disturbed, you could call it.

"Fhhhfhfhmmhmrrrh" was the first thing she even tried to say, though it didn't have any meaning behind it really. It was more a frustrated series of grunts against the fabric stuffed between those pretty little lips indeed. The sounds quieted down and she worked her way around the cloth like required. Since it wasn't fastened by anything, it was pretty easy to spit out after a sufficient amount of wriggling about. Success! And the accompanying sound of little conversation somewhere across the room. And the flash of a flashlight? Interesting.

Throwing caution to the wind, the girl cried out, "Oi! If there's anyone out there, I demand to be let out of these binds." and she stopped here to struggle a little harder for effect's sake, though nobody would come to see it. "I don't care who or what you are, or who or what you want...well, you might want me, since I'm here and all quite obviously, but I'd like to be untied please! If there's anyone [i]else[/i] there, who doesn't sound like they've got half a brain or the alls of a problem with me, would you please, for [i]fuck[/i]'s sake, come to my assistance."
Her mouth ran when she was nervous. Though the condescending aura never truly left her speech, neither did the sarcastic tone really. And little droplets of sweat indeed formed on her forehead, and throat, and her wrists came to be rubbed raw with how much she struggled restlessly. Only the socks at her ankles kept the flesh there from turning as raw, but the rope still cut through. Her following words came in a soft, malevolent hiss when she spoke, fiddling with the knot at her wrists and her body heaving and to the point of thrashing around as quietly, pathetically menacingly as possible.

"[i]The lavender canary sings,
Such a pretty song.
But when she's shot and the song is done,
You'll realise you went wrong.
To bring a canary is a prize,
One that's worth the struggle.
Because if this canary sings on your side
The odds of survival are inevitably doubled.[/i]"