[Too much nervous energy. Too much stress, too much fear, anxiety waiting for the ball to drop in the wee hours between today and tomorrow. Will it finally end? Will they all come through this night alive?
Soma finds himself somewhere between frozen with dread and utterly numb. It's not a good place to be, mentally or physically. So early in the morning, hopefully before the man has left his cell, Soma slips a note to Akande under the door.
Rematch today if you're up to it, in the exercise yard. I can't stand sitting still right now. Soma
And Akande will find the teen waiting there, still wearing the cloth tied around his head almost over his eyes. Something in the way Soma stands is different, brooding but not showing weakness, every inch of him tensed like a predator. Still, there's no murderous intent radiating from him, only a strange blankness.]
Akande.
[No inflection to his voice, no emotions betrayed, only quietly firm syllables. He's tightly wound but not about to snap. He can't. He has to stay in control.]
Before the banquet
Soma finds himself somewhere between frozen with dread and utterly numb. It's not a good place to be, mentally or physically. So early in the morning, hopefully before the man has left his cell, Soma slips a note to Akande under the door.
Soma
And Akande will find the teen waiting there, still wearing the cloth tied around his head almost over his eyes. Something in the way Soma stands is different, brooding but not showing weakness, every inch of him tensed like a predator. Still, there's no murderous intent radiating from him, only a strange blankness.]
Akande.
[No inflection to his voice, no emotions betrayed, only quietly firm syllables. He's tightly wound but not about to snap. He can't. He has to stay in control.]