#open; ethan

[xnoxrequiem]

It had been a slow day for Ethan. Being locked up in a SHIELD facility tended to do that to people. Truly, he had no one to blame but them. Should have least let him go out for a slice of pizza and a mugging. It’s the least they could have done. Instead, he was stuck inside his glass box, working on his last rep of pullups to try and kill as much time as possible. He heard the whoosh of the doors to his cell block opening and dropped down, dusting his hands off on his slacks.

“You know,” he called out, not even bothering to see who came in. “I really should start charging for the show if you’re just gonna stand there and watch.”

[xnoxrequiem]

There’s a wonderful new noise coming from Ethan’s cage tonight. His shoes were now squeaking against the concrete. The boredom he was feeling had evolved to the point where he couldn’t handle sitting still anymore, so he began dancing in his cell. Simple at first. Hokey pokey and YMCA. But the more he realized he was just going to be ignored by his “guard” the bolder he grew.

He was about three fourths of the way through with his interpretation of Swan Lake when he heard the door open. No attempt was made to address the guest at first. Instead, he finished the performance, gracefully transitioning from the final hold to a deep bow. 

“Enjoying the show?” he asked, smirking up at the person.