--> Gears <--> Going to meet Ice <--
Gears tilted his head as someone approached, was that the head guard? Judging by the footsteps, it was. "Alright Gears listen up, we're going to let you meet someone." He said. "A girl is here to see you, and there's also a guy who we believe you may know..." He said. Honestly they had no idea if the two had met, though they'd come from the same area so it was possible that Ice Light could be one of his pawns. Ever so slightly possible... They just needed something to coax Gears out of his cell so they could get him to the counseling room. Gears lifted his clouded eyes and scowled, lips curling into a bitter snarl.
"I don't want, to see anyone." He hissed, metal hand twitching. The guard didn't back down.
"The guy is a prisoner. From Nashville..." He added, watching Gears carefully. The prisoner's scowl deepened, then was quickly replaced by a sick smile.
"Really..." He said slowly, coming to his feet, a bit shakily. He placed a hand on the wall to steady himself. The guard allowed himself a small smirk, true, the prisoner was from Nashville but that didn't mean what Gears thought it did. Hopefully. Gears inched forwards, following the sound of the guard's breathing, then reached out and grabbed the bars, gripping them tightly. "I would like to meet this, prisoner."
"Alright, but we're going to have to guide you there, and you'll have to wear handcuffs." The guard informed him. A loud scream pierced the air and Gears stumbled back, falling and scrambling away.
"NO! NO CUFFS!" He screeched, digging his hands into the padded floor, metal fingers piercing the material. His breathing sped up and his chest heaved under the prison uniform.
"Yes. If you want to see the man from Nashville, you have to wear the cuffs." The guard held them up and shook them a bit, getting Gears used to their sound. The prisoner calmed ever so slightly and cocked his head, listening. He hissed, and scooted forwards again, holding out his hands for the guard to let him feel the cuffs. The guard placed them into Gears' real hand and watched him turn them over a few times, eyes darting back and forth under their cloudy covering. Finally he nodded and handed them back.
"Not too tight." He said, almost completely calm now. The guard nodded and pulled out some keys.
"I'm going to open the cell. If you try and get out, you will NOT see the Nashville man, and we will shoot you with a tazer. Understood?" He asked firmly. Gears hissed, electricity in the form of a tazer always made his metal arm stiff for the following week.
"I, understand." He grunted, and the guard pulled the door open, carefully cuffing Gears' wrists infront of him. A small squad of guards surrounded them and they began the trip to the counseling room. He was taken to a chair and told to sit down. The prisoner did. "Where, is the Nashville man?" He asked in his raspy voice.
"He'll be here soon." Replied the guard.
