Well... The one with the almost bare wings - Gabriel - seemed to be the leader of this lot, as well as the one who understood most of what was going on. The redhead apparently was willing to follow the other's lead - or possibly anyone's who gave him one. Both apparently were slightly confused, but if they were indeed part of some experiment, that was only understandable.
The blonde guy... and he really wanted to know where he'd hidden those wings before... Seemed slow and maybe a bit child-like in his whining. Possibly mentally retarded. That he couldn't read when at least one of the others apparently could might point to that, too. As did the fact that he had apparently intended to go outside in only his pajamas in the middle of the day.
Jarod remembered how it had been at the Center. He had been kept away from normal society and culture in order to not be influenced by it, but of course they had very much exposed him to the "Centre culture" that was all around him there. If these people here were kept similarly - although with the open park and the friendly look of the manor that was difficult to imagine - maybe they had actually seen a picture of him and associated that with whatever character they had been taught to consider their saviour. It wasn't like he hadn't been in newspapers or on TV often enough for someone to get and print his picture.
A muscle in his jaw twitched as he imagined the life these men were possibly leading her. He absolutely had to investigate now.
"I'm not in the habit of eating people," he assured the blonde man. "That would be very wrong, now, wouldn't it? You can't jsut go around harming and eating people."
He gave a sharp twitch of his head in the direction of the door, hoping it would send Gabriel inside. He still didn't want to be caught between two possibly dangerous persons. He had no way of really knowing anything about them, after all.
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Date: Monday, 5 July 2010 06:47 (UTC)The blonde guy... and he really wanted to know where he'd hidden those wings before... Seemed slow and maybe a bit child-like in his whining. Possibly mentally retarded. That he couldn't read when at least one of the others apparently could might point to that, too. As did the fact that he had apparently intended to go outside in only his pajamas in the middle of the day.
Jarod remembered how it had been at the Center. He had been kept away from normal society and culture in order to not be influenced by it, but of course they had very much exposed him to the "Centre culture" that was all around him there. If these people here were kept similarly - although with the open park and the friendly look of the manor that was difficult to imagine - maybe they had actually seen a picture of him and associated that with whatever character they had been taught to consider their saviour. It wasn't like he hadn't been in newspapers or on TV often enough for someone to get and print his picture.
A muscle in his jaw twitched as he imagined the life these men were possibly leading her. He absolutely had to investigate now.
"I'm not in the habit of eating people," he assured the blonde man. "That would be very wrong, now, wouldn't it? You can't jsut go around harming and eating people."
He gave a sharp twitch of his head in the direction of the door, hoping it would send Gabriel inside. He still didn't want to be caught between two possibly dangerous persons. He had no way of really knowing anything about them, after all.