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Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

The man would tense as he continued to push away the grime from the top of the tank. He would actually have to put a bit of muscle into it as the buildup on the end of the rod was actually more than he had thought. Son-of-a...c'mon... It was only a few moments before he thought he saw something in the opening he had made. He thought it might have been some sort of seal or maybe it was a dolphin but he couldn't have been further from the truth. As a hand came out of the water, his voice got caught in the back of his throat. They were keeping a person in here?! When she pulled herself up, a firm grip on the end of the pipe, the slow realization came to the forefront of his mind. This wasn't a person, it was a goddamn mermaid. He would let go of the pipe, his body instinctively threw the bucket forward as he stumbled back. He lost his balance and tripped down the stairs, breaking them halfway down. He would hit the ground hard but rolling away from the tank as fast as he could. The metal of the stairs hitting the ground with loud clanking noises as he scurried away from the tank, trying to make a mad dash for the hallway. He did not even make it just past the opening before a arm would reach out to stop him. Whoa Whoa Whoa! Where are you going? Lawrence would quickly point back. Why didn't anyone warn me there was a monster in that tank!? The owner would push Lawrence back against the wall, a pair of black suited men would then come up behind him. We might have not told you everything but you have already taken the job. The two men would come to hold Lawrence against the wall by his shoulders as the boss would continue to speak. You were told what you needed to do and by god, you are going to do it. The money is well worth it. Lawrence would try and shift out of the grip but the two would not budge. H-how!? How am I supposed to do that with an abomination swimming around it?! The boss would give a simple shrug. That isn't my problem. That's your problem mister Lawrence. You won't be leaving till its done. You'll find that a room next to your new workplace will have...enough to keep you preoccupied. We will be bringing you some blankets if you haven't finished by the end of the day. Lawrence would simply stare. Even without the creature swimming around, that isn't enough time! Then you'd better get on it. The two men would pull him off the wall and toss him back into the room with the tank before walking away. And I'd think twice before answering ads from now on. Who knows what kinds of accidents might happen if you try and leave...without doing a proper job. Lawrence just laid on the ground, staring at it like a hole might open up to wake him from this horrible dream. He just wanted some money, not this.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

He gave her the pipe. Once more that grin tried to flicker it's way onto her lips but it quickly vanished as the bucket of her food was thrown forward and dumped into her already filthy tank. It was only going to get filthier now as fish parts and juices mixed with trash and filth. She frowned and dropped the pipe for now as her gaze watched him quite literally fall his way down the stairs, breaking most of them on his way. Funny creature. He might hurt himself before she had a chance to play any games with him. This time familiar voices reached her ears as this stranger was held at bay by the men that owned her now. Disgusting men that let her live like this, in her own filth and waste. But it amused her how they even managed to manhandle this new one. It was nice to see that she wasn't the only one that was forced to do things she didn't wish to. Her slender hand plucked a floating fish carcass from the water and she bit into it. Rotten, of course, but her teeth tore it's flesh from it's bones with ease and she devoured another two before the man was thrown back into her room, clearly unwillingly seeing as he was on his backside on her floor. She swam over to the window and watched him gawk from his position on the floor. It wasn't a new expression to her. At one point in her early years here she had tried to hide behind her long luxurious hair. But now she just let it float as it wished. There wasn't much left of her to hide. Bright eyes caught his for a brief moment before she glanced away. Swimming back to the surface the mermaid took the skeletal remains of her meal and loaded them into the bucket she lifted off the floor. Then she hoisted them over the edge and threw them to the floor letting the filthy water and remains splash onto the observation floor. She sank back down into the water and looked out the window at the man to see if she got him wet, not really caring one way or another. She just didn't really want the bucket in her tank. She'd keep the pipe. But he could have the bucket and her trash. Idly she wondered what exactly he was doing here anyway. He had come in with her food but was surprised by her presence. So if he didn't know about her, then why was he here? What did her owners want from him? It was a curiosity she was itching to know. It was the first real interesting thing to happen in quite a few years. Perhaps... perhaps his arrival wouldn't be completely terrible.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

Lawrence would move a hand to brush his hair from his face. This was a horror show if ever he saw one. How the hell did he plan on getting out of this? He could try and run but even as built as he was, he could only do so much against those men. It was a simple numbers game at that point and it wasn't on his side. He didn't even have anyone that would notice he was gone till it was too late. He heard the splashing and shifting, looking up to see the gaze of the mermaid. She would quickly turn away from him. Maybe it wouldn't be all that bad. Maybe he could find some sort of way to go about this. But what in the world could he even do? What could he build in order to deal with this siren? He would start to get up when there was a sudden splash and the bucket would come flying down. It would hit the ground as he would throw himself to the side, the contents spilling out onto the floor, devoured fish that seemed to make him want to vomit more than before. He would then look at the tank, pointing his finger at the creature within. Hey, I'm not too keen on this either. You keep your...claw...fins to yourself! He didn't even know if it was able to understand him. For all he knew, it was like talking to an actual fish. He would look around and see tools, wood, steel and a few other things he could use in his conquest. Stupid fish. Stupid job. Stupid smell. He would walk over and pick up a power drill, pulling the trigger to let it spin viciously to see if it actually had power. He first needed to fix the stairs before anything else. Just have to make it fast, how hard could it be? Yeah, yeah, I got this.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

She looked at him as he pointed at her. Rambling and shouting about his unhappiness. Oh, he was unhappy? She rolled her bright eyes and looked away from the man, no, child, posturing about how sad his situation was. That's when he grabbed some object and he turned it on and it made a wretched sound. Her ears twitched with annoyance. Slowly she circled her tank. With the man at the side, he couldn't see her so she swam to the top, after picking up her pipe of course. She cleared a whole in the slime on the surface and poked her head through it. Slits behind her ears opened and water trickled out as she emptied her lungs of the disgusting liquid. Once it was all gone, her nostrils flared and she took a breath of air for the first time in a long while. Damn, it did smell foul. Not as bad as it tasted though. Delicate hands cleared a path at the surface of the water as she swam over the the edge where the human was working. She grasped the edge just enough to pull herself up to see him down where he was working. She paused a moment, trying to get her brain to switch to the human language. She hadn't spoken in several decades and it wasn't her first language, she wanted to make sure she got all the little nuances right. You try swimming in your own shit for more than ten years. It tastes worse than it smells. Her voice while sarcastic was melodic, almost like she was a singer. She wasn't trying to do anything but it was what got many merfolk in the past in trouble. Humans had an almost irresistible draw to a mermaid's voice. And when one chose to actually sing, it was impossible to resist. She stayed there at the surface watching him, her pipe in her hand just in case he tried anything after she spoke. After all, if he was going to be forced to stay there, she was going to be forced to endure his company. Might as well try to at least make the best of it.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

The man would walk over to the steps and look them over from the ground first, seeing if there were any other visible issues that he could deal with before getting to work. The shape of the entire tank was in piss poor shape but one step at a time and he would have it looking... acceptable. He would take hold of a tool apron and strap it around his waist. He would hear the sloshing around in the tank but would simply dismiss it as the devil swimming around. She was still a large problem, maybe he could threaten her to the bottom of the tank what he worked on parts of the top. His attention was quickly brought up to the creature as her words came to him. It sounded...so pure, even with the words she used, it came from her lips like a poets writing. I... It... He would shake his head and looked down at the drill in his hand. Not sure if its been ten years but living in a dump has gotten me adjusted to bad smells...just wasn't expecting my day to be... like this. He would walk to the side of the tank and to the bottom most step, reaching into his belt to take out a long screw. He would place it against the frame of the step and begin to drill it into the side, just enough to pierce the tank but not enough to cause a leak. He would have to redo each one and go over it again with some spackle.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

Try living in a prison. She couldn't help the words. They escaped before she could stop them. Her bright eyes looked away from him as she sighed. Shaking her head she looked back at watched him as he began his repairs. She tried to find her snarky attitude once more. It was easier to try and hold onto that contempt then the sadness. So are you speaking to me like I'm not some monster anymore? She pulled herself out just a little bit more. propping her arms on the edge of her tank and resting her head on them. Her tail flicked back and forth taking the weight off her frail arms but it did little to keep the filth from collecting in her long hair. I don't blame you for hating me, you know. She said flatly. You weren't around when this all started like I was. You have no idea. You are just ignorant. Like all the rest. Her beautiful face frowned. Her throat was sore. It had been many years, very many, since she had last spoken aloud. Webbed finger rubbed her neck and she cleared hr throat softly as she watched him use the strange whirring object to re-errect the stairs to the top of her tank. Footsteps shuffled in the corridor behind the human repairing her tank and the mermaid let herself sink back into the the water. It was another man in a black suit. Good. I'm glad to see you have decided to get started. The boss will be pleased. He strolled over to the glass where the mermaid had sank to the bottom back corner, her back to him. Don't let the bitch get too close. He pounded his fist on the glass a few times and grinned as he watched her grab at her ears. Then he walked out, his check-up complete. The mermaid stayed put, trembling slightly as she sat on the floor. That man was one of the worst... the things he had done to her over the years. The only one worse than him was his predecessor, but she had killed him years ago.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

She had him there and his lack of a response seemed to justify that as he had plenty of close calls but never actually being put in prison. He would move along, step by step, bit by bit as he heard her words yet again, a symphony to the ear over the harshness that his drill seemed to make in comparison. He would glance up as he saw her at the edge of the tank, watching. It was a knee jerk reaction. It was the first time he had seen merfolk up close and it was just like being in a shark cage. The sight alone was enough to not want anything to do with these deadly sea creatures the way they were talked about. She said she didn't blame him but there was a distinct hatred in her voice that made it sound like anyone coming through that hallway wasn't well liked. Hey, I think I deserve a bit of leeway too. I might not that knowledgeable but at least I'm committed. I learn and I overcome, it's part of the job. He would finally get to the protion he had fallen through and looked it over, walking back down to grab some bars and moving back up, starting on these now, stopping only when someone else came into his view. A man in a black suit like the ones that were stopping him from leaving. He spoke of being fairly happy that Lawrence was doing his job but he would just smile and nod. Watching as the man seemed to enjoy the torment of the mermaid and gave Lawrence a warning to not get close. Lawrence would stop what he was doing, looking at the tank. He didn't know much of merfolk aside from the word of mouth and few articles he had read but this just seemed wrong. Even a shark had no reason to be treated cruelly and the tank itself showed just that. Neglect and a willingness to simply keep her at the brink. You know... He would start walking down the stairs, taking a large step over the unfinished hole as he made his way down to the bottom. I don't have much experience with fish and the like but if I'm going to fix things here, I'm going to have to get that shit outta that tank. He would scrounge around for a strainer and figured he'd have to do this in steps. You don't have to like me and I don't have to like you. But I can help you if you help me. Let me start by getting some of that gunk out, you don't get too close and we'll all be better, yeah?
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

She listened to him from her position on the bottom on the tank but made no motion to move until the other human had left and it was clear he was not about to return. Then slowly she turned around and made her way back to the surface, this time at the opposite side of the tank. Over here she didn't have a good view of him, she couldn't see what he was doing, but if it made him more comfortable then she'd stay here. As much as she had an aversion for humans, it was nice having someone to speak with. Being alone for years at a time started to make her think about doing awful things. Especially to herself. When her lungs were clear she finally spoke. I won't come near you.... But I am not a fish. And while it is quite clear you don't like me, I have no opinion of you. It's just your kind I have a relative distaste for. She snorted a bit and folded her arms across her chest. But then she undid the action and started to pick things out of her hair and push them towards the other side of the tank so he would hopefully remove them with the miniature fishing net he seemed to be holding. And why do you think you deserve any leeway in this matter? I have received none. She said flatly. I was barely older than a child when the war happened. Do you think that I was somehow involved in it? Or orchestrated any of it? She spoke of it like it was the equivalent of World War II or something but the way text books told it, it was more like the humans were attacked by guerrilla warfare and then they exterminated all the mermaids. A complete and utter decimation of a race. Not a war. Your kind are the cruel ones, blaming me for something I had nothing to do with. It's been almost a century and still I get no say in anything. How do you say it? 'Charged with a crime I did not commit'? She sighed. When humans treat you like a monster for so many years, it's hard to not slowly become the one they think you are. Her bright eyes watched him as he worked. She was a sad creature, no matter how tough she tried to act, and her voice was slowly letting that fact on the more she spoke.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

He would finally come to find the object he was searching for, though he was sure that this would be the more distasteful part of his job. Though, with little actually choice in the matter, he would simply suck it up and try to push through it. He heard her agree to the terms of staying apart from one another though she seemed rather off put at being called a fish. Also that her problem was with his race, not him personally. Well...I...can't really blame you for that. But I never went to war with anyone, well, not an actual war. What people have done isn't what I've done. He would start up the stairs. She spoke of her time in her cage, a child striped from all that she knew to swim in a prison that was made for the falsely accused. Not everyone is cruel, not everyone is nice either. It's the rule, history is made by the victor. There aren't many merfolk around to argue what did or didn't happen and hell, even if there were, from how you put it, they wouldn't be allowed to tell it. He made it to the top as he would let the strainer dip into the water, slowly shifting it to the edge and flipping a patch of putrid mess out, hitting the floor with a wet slap. He wasn't sure what sort of comment to make, he wasn't some grand ambassador of peace. His opinion meant little against a whole slew of others. Humans are the most dangerous animals. We look for a fight whenever we can, even against ourselves. I don't really care what happened, only what I was taught. I'll try and be a bit less... skeptical. Another slide would force another pile to land top of the last on the floor. I like learning things, don't see how this is much different.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

She watched him begin to scoop the stuff from her tank and deposit it over the edge. The first step towards a cleaner, healthier place to live. They know we speak. You are the first I have spoken to in more than thirty years. She admitted. They used to do things. Torture. Abuse. Ask me things I had no answers for. So after a while I stopped speaking. But you are right. If they were to ask, I'm not sure any other human's would listen to what I or any other would have to say. The mermaid eyed him curiously. Willing to learn? She echoed and moved more debris towards where his scoop was. We shall see. He seemed genuine enough, and until he proved otherwise, the mermaid would give him the benefit of the doubt. He had yet to really do anything but show a general fear and distaste of her. Humans are quite dangerous, of that I have no doubt. For a moment, a dark shadow fell over her eyes as she tried to hide some long lost memory. Something painful and no longer attainable. She shook her head and rid herself of the thought. What is it that they call you? She quirked a pale brow as she followed his movement. And how is it that you found yourself stuck in my company? It seems as though this was not your first choice of occupation. Now that they were talking civilly, she could actually get a decent look at him. He was rather handsome, for a human. And he seemed like despite being forced into this situation he was a decent person. Time would tell though, if the latter were true.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

It was not hard to think that people wanted to hear what they wanted too. There would be no other reason to see otherwise if it didn't fit an agenda. She would speak that she had not spoken with another in thirty years. It was a bit of a shock to say the least, she didn't look to be anywhere near that age but at the same time, he wasn't really fluent in how the species aged. Never had a reason to look into it. He could tell that things were bad for the creature but he didn't think that torture was among them. The state of her living environment was abuse enough, he saw little reason to do much else. He didn't think that his apologizing for the actions of strangers would do anything for her so he would just keep pulling more trash to the edge, flipping it out. She seemed curious to the words he spoke of wanting to learn. Learning was how he got by at this point. Learning to build, learning to make due with what he had. Yeah but not all of us are so bad. He would listen as she would ask him what he was called and what got him in his current predicament. I'm pretty much an all round worker. He would chuckle. Though I guess you mean my name. Lawrence. He would let the net move further out, he having to force a larger mush to the side causing the muscles on his exposed arm to tense against the weight but still trying to keep up the conversation. Money Gah Need to make a... living somehow. Thought it was going to be... He would finally get the debris to the edge before taking a breath. ...a simple building job. Move this there, put that here. Simple and easy money. He would take the pole in both hands as he would force the large mass over the tank edge. After it was pushed over, he'd continue. Rent ain't as cheap as I'd like it. He would pause for a moment, he wasn't sure if she even knew what 'rent' was. Rent is what a person has to pay in order to live in a house or in my case, a large room.
Thread: Sympathy for the Siren (Leon & Roses)

Your species.... So very strange. She mused aloud as she watched him. Bright eyes trailed over his figure as she watched his muscles flex and strain to clean the masses from her tank. You force one another to do things and... pay for things. She still didn't quite understand the term. All the while taking things that aren't actually yours. Your ignorance is truly baffling. She swam in a small circle before stretching her arms above her head, her long lean body arched creating an almost perfect silhouette, the murky water just barely hiding her chest. God, she would have been gorgeous if she was healthy. Your society has truly gotten things backward. I do not know when it all went so wrong. I- She caught herself mid-sentence, almost like she knew she was about to say too much. She took a deep breath her bright eyes watching him for a long few moments before she swam to a different side of the tank. Still not beside him, but just a slight bit closer. She smirked. Lawrence, His name rolled off of her tongue in an unintentionally seductive way. What would you do if you knew the truth? She asked him, her tail flicking back and forth, not quite as careful to keep it's distance as she had been earlier. The truth about the humans and merfolk, and I'm not talking about the war. If only he knew. But what then... would he help her? Or would he tell on her and let the torture commence once more?