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Isiah snorted, walking out into the hall, stepping over sleeping couples and scampering children. "******** if I know.. Sitting around in one place all day doesn't exactly suit my fancy." He started toward the exit- a long upwards tunnel toward the surface, maybe three hundred feet up. The dumwaiter had broken down a long time ago, during one of the routine tests- and there wasn't anybody left with the technical knowledge to fix it. He stared upward, popping his neck in the process. "Ugh. I hate this place.."

He snorted, craning his neck upward to try to see the end of the seemingly ongoing tunnel upward, leaning back against the wall and folding his arms tightly over his chest. "I'd need a lot of things. Like. No will to live." He slumped down the wall. "Not gonna be too long for that count.."

Isiah gave him a funny look. "Somehow I think we'd better figure out a way to get this door open before we go around, pissing people off. It wouldn't surprise me if Ezekiel was keeping a baretta around for the occassion."

He craned his neck upward, cupping his hand over his brow to block out auxillary light, sighing. He looked back down at Tsurai.

"How much you weigh?"

"If you think you could reach." He stroked his chin a little, craning his back to look all the way up. "I think I could do it. One fifty, you say?" He chortled. "Pipsqueak.."

He straightened his spine. "Don't know how we'd get the food up. Toss it up to you, I guess. You'd have to have some serious upper body strength to open the thing while hanging off of it, though.." He smirked at Tsurai's relatively diminuitive build. "Don't think you can manage it."

"Two fifty." In reality he had no clue- at his height he was around two seventy five- but diminishing musclemass and lack of food contributed to a considerable weight loss. "Two much for you to toss me, anyway."

He groaned, grinding his teeth a little. "Not like we couldn't build a ladder.. or maybe get another volunteer. We'd have to be quiet about it, though.. Ezekiel wouldn't like it much if we were bustin' up his little facist state he's got going here.."

Isiah nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Well.. we'll do that last. We gotta get food and water and supplies first. And you, skinny-" He pointed a thick finger. "Better get a jacket."

He straightened his collar a little, opening his jacket. It was more intimidating if everyone had a good view of his tattooing- and he was hoping that intimidation would be all it took to get what they needed from the others.

Isiah shrugged. "Okay.. That'll work. You go grab a bunk bed.."

Isiah grabbed a duffel bag from the wall, emptying it of contents- old porno magazines and an empty soup can- before rolling his head on his shoulders. It had been awhile..

He pushed through crowds of hungry sullen people to the kitchen- where he promptly emptied shelves into the bag, dragging his arm down the shelftop to push clattering cans off in a stream. People were slow to protest- by the time someone had said something he had already cleared that shelf and was working his way through prepared canteens of water.

Isiah snorted, curling his fist. "Back off."

That would be enough for now. He plowed through a growingly irate shuffling mass, tossing the bag on top of the bunkbed that Tsurai had dragged over, climbing up to the top bunk before yanking the boy up after him. "Hurry up and open that sucker.." He lifted Tsurai up onto him without warning, trying his best to place Tsurai's feet on his shoulders. "Lock your knees, dammit!"