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Jamal watched them both go, his face stoney until they disappeared, then his hissed and thumped his open palms on the cage flooring so that they stung sharply.

"I can't ********' believe this," he hissed bitterly, looking to the plate of fishsticks as his nose caught the scent. The tiger wasn't so much thrilled with it, but he needed to eat something. With great reluctance, he pulled it closer and nibbled on them whilst looking out at the village for signs of life.

--End RP--

Jamal had been sitting against the cage bars, in a morose, muttering bitchfest as he neglected the remains of his fishsticks. He hadn't eaten maybe but two of them...fish weren't quite his thing. As such, he hadn't even SEEN Antony until she had yelled, making him blink several times and snap his head around.

"'Bout time ya showed up," he quipped, trying to sound more amused and jovial than he actually felt, hauling himself painfully to his feet and crossing over to the side of the cage that she had come to. "Was wond'rin' if ya ev-...." Jamal narrowed his eyes, distracted by the darkness of bruising around her neck, and wrapped his hands about the bars in clenched fists.

"Them ********' staff people did it ta punish me," growled the black man in answer to her question, continuing to eye her neck. "Didn't hurt me none aside from knockin' me out, I think...But what da hell happened ta you? They didn't go afta ya or nothin' did they?"

Jamal growled and tightened his grip on the bars, casting her throat a last look before twitching his whiskers angrily. "I tried ta kill Aubrey at da beach bar," he grunted. "Stupid ********' b***h...tellin' me dat da two months we spent in da jungle was onna their ********' exper'ments. She been lying ta all of us."

Antony's explaination made him growl loudly and bristle, eyes flashing dangerously in the shadows cast by his cage roof. He gave the bars of his cage a violent shake, kicking the same bars seconds later. Of course, they didn't budge.

"Billy? Who da ******** is Billy?! Is he changed at all?" he snapped, tearing away from the bars of the cage to pace back and forth furiously, having no other way to vent. "s**t, it don't matta. I'm kill dat ******** as soon as I get out, changed o' not. ******** don't mess wit' ma friends 'n' get away wit' it. Oh HELL naw. He's ********' lucky ma black a** be stuck in herr fo' now."

Jamal didn't even focus on her exclaimed "experiment?!" statement, so he didn't confirm it. However, it seemed unlikely that he'd make such a thing ********' b*****d don't put his hands on ma friends wit'out me havin' ta say something 'bout it," he growled to himself. "He don't ********' know who he messed wit', 'pparently."

His ire spiked more with each moment, unable to take his anger out on anything substantial, and all he could do was to give a frustrated snarl and beat the bars with his fists each time he paused to turn around to pace the other way. Jamal didn't know how long he could take confinement like this. Depriving him of drugs was one thing...but freedom? This was why he CAME to the island in the first place; to avoid being in prison for the rest of his life.

"Details. What do he look like? What duplex he live in? I gotta know so I kin settle dis s**t as soon as I get out."

Which could be a long time from now.

"Dark hair? Blonde?...thin, got muscles, fat?...." He paused in front of Antony again, wrapping his pale hands about the bars once more and giving Antony a hard stare.

Jamal wanted to make sure he went after the right guy because he might not get another chance if the staff intervened.

Her question did make his pause. Oh man...he really wanted his smokes... He grunted, removing a hand from the bar, jammed it into his pocket, and fished out the key. Best get that out of the way now so he could continue about maiming Billy later. This place needed comfort.

"Smokes are on da dresser...booze in the first drawer...'n' if ya kin get me a blanket and a pillow, dat'd be a start..."

Jamal filed that information away for later use and grunted as she left, eyes still twisted into an angry glare. That guy had no idea what he was in for. Just how Jamal was going to get him back, he wasn't sure, but it had to be something quick, otherwise he would probably get his a** thrown back in this cage; not that he cared too much. If he snuffed out the problem, then he wouldn't have to worry about this Billy guy messing with his friends again.

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By the time she returned, he had sat down again, hunched over and his face drawn into a pensive, yet murderous expression. All the stuff she brought was accepted and shoved into the corner for now except for his smokes, which he tucked into his jean pocket.

"Real food would be a'ight," he replied, looking semi-hopeful. "Awen brought fish...but I ain't a fish eater..." He gave a shrug at that. "Not dat I blame her...she's turnin inta a fish eater, so 'course dat gonna look good to her."

"I guess she was waitin' fo' me ta wake up...'n' when I did, I was yellin' 'n' s**t so she came runnin wit' what she had..." He shrugged again; he didn't seem to mind that Awen hadn't brought him anything else. Jamal himself hadn't even thought about that sort of stuff, to be honest. He watched Antony march off to the cafeteria for a moment, then turned to arrange his stuff. A makeshift bed setup was done in the corner he had shoved the assorted materials in and the booze was slipped under his pillow to keep it out of sight. He didn't know if the staff might be back to take his stuff away or not.

He smelt the steaks before he saw her coming and his stomach rumbled anxiously; nothing like gold old fashioned animal flesh to get one in better spirits, apparently. "Jesus Christ," he murmured blissfully as he got a good look at what she'd gotten for him, giving her a smirk of approval. "Now -dat- is food."

The first steak was tore into immediately.