a new dawn || david & anna
thesouthernrogue:
“Ah don’t know ‘bout you, but –” Anne bit her lip, looking around at the cells, the whole prision in general. Even being in the building felt hard to her, she couldn’t imagine being in one of these cells and under the guards’ control for an extended length of time right now. “Ah think there’s been enough pain already mahself.” She watches as the glass shatters and a sense of relief almost instantly seems to fill the prison wing. Some people run right off the bat, which was so be expected, but others look for guidance. It was, again, an expression she was learning to read and respond to, though still a position she never would have expected to find herself in and still didn’t believe herself to be best suited to.
Still, she was adaptable. That was part of her own mutation after all, right? And she had been becoming more and more used to the position of authority since it had been handed off to her. Regardless of her own struggles, regardless of anything really, she could and would manage to keep her head here and get everyone back out of here safely.
The map is still spread out in her brain, keeping track of the layout and whatever protocol there was while it was still in there. She had time before it faded still, but better to get a move on.
“This way.” She nodded down a corridor which seemed to already be cleared of many guards. “Let’s go.”
David offers her a hapless smile with her analysis regarding an overabundance of pain having been experienced for all individuals unfortunately involved, uneasy eyes falling over the prisoners rapidly moving around - the man himself had faced unfair treatment, but knew deep down that he hadn’t necessarily experienced the worst case scenario, intermittently having come across other skilled people who were thoroughly traumatised. The blond doesn’t think of himself as such despite all that he had been through, a part of his psyche frequently regressing in order to protect himself from suffering through daily plights. A defence mechanism that he was grateful for to a greater extent.
“Aye aye, captain.” David and a select group of prisoners follow suit without hesitation, taken in by the sense of authority in which the woman seems to hold. Fair eyes averting to her visage, it’s clear that she’s thinking, a slight sense of tactical practice wafting from her in irregular waves - glimpses of strategic planning and imagery indistinctly filtering through to the telepath. And yet--- there seemed to be a lot of conflicting forces taking place, voices and ideas fervently overlapping in a manner in which the mutant had only experienced on a personal level. In all his years of dealing with the mess that was the unruly number of personalities in which he possessed, the blond had never entertained the idea that there could potentially be another mutant experiencing similar altercations...
“I’m, uh, I’m David by the way. David Halle---” A guard steps into their path, the blond instinctively raising a hand to exert a small means of concentration, telekinetic energy sweeping him off of his feet to tumble down a set of stairs. “W-were you specifically looking for me, or was I j-just lucky you chose this section of the prison?”
