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Pierce awoke with a start, his field of vision crackling with imaginary flashes of light and pain as he tried to make sense of where he was, and what had happened to him. He tried to push himself upright, as he was currently face down on the floor, but as soon as his torso began to rise, another brilliant spark of pain blinded him, and the back of his head, which he assumed to be the point of origin for his discomfort, throbbed so badly that it rendered the rest of his body paralyzed... well... mostly.

"MOTHER F$#@%R! C$^@#T! J&%$@S C$@T L!@$!#G S&#T EATING SON OF A B)@%C!!!" He roared, control of his body snapping back to him suddenly as he curled into the fetal position, covering his head. "GAAAAH!"

He waited as the pain slowly subsided, turning into a dull pulsing sensation, before uncurling himself and once again, trying to push himself up into a sitting position. This time he managed it rather well, and then began to take in his surroundings...

Black. That was all he could see. Oh great. Just great! He had no idea what happened, no idea where he was, and...

"Heh... he he he he heh..." He began to chuckle coldly. "Some F$#@er took my hat."

Pierce quickly turned his head in the direction of the voice. Okay... to quick, his head throbbed in protest, and he let out another loud expletive... "Cages... Really?" He growled, unamused. "What is this supposed to be, the dark ages?" He shuffled towards the voice as he spoke, trying to get a look its source as his eyes finally began to adjust... but not quick enough, as his face unexpectedly smacked into the cage bars.

"F@#K!" He yelled. "Ergh... Cages... right." He peered into the darkness, barely managing to make out a silhouette and a very dim flash of...

"Blonde... great. Oh... It's you." Pierce muttered. "Shela, or whatever. Yeah, not Percy. What gave it away?" He asked sarcastically. "Was it the accent? You must not really know him... her. You should've seen the last time I pranked her. Cursed me out and punched me in the face she did." He laughed bitterly. "It was awesome."

He leaned forward, pressing his face up against the side of the cage and letting his arms dangle in between the bars. "Guh. Sorry, head's still a bit wonky... But no. I didn't see what hit me, but whatever it was, it really should've bought me dinner first. Where'd "it" get you? I was hanging out behind the school."

Pierce rolled hid eyes. "duochrome. Of course, how silly of me." He said sarcastically, blinking as a small light began to cut through the darkness. "Yeah that's me, the evil twin or whatever." He said, holding a hand over one eye so that it wouldn't adjust to the light and scanning the room as quickly as he could. "I don't really see a way out of here Blondie. I'm not particularly skilled in any sort of... cage breaking whatsits, and even as a girl I wouldn't be small enough to get through the bars..." He raised an eyebrow. "Looks like an abandoned hospital room or something, though I'm thinking we're probably underground. We'd have to be for it to be this dark y'know?"

He blinked as the room plunged back into darkness. "So what was that? That fire thing you did? Are you... You know what? Doesn't matter." He turned so that he was sitting with his back to the cage bars, and uncovered his eye. "Figures. With all the people wandering around this world, the one with the most useless power ever is the one who gets trapped in a cage." He shot a look over his shoulder into the darkness. "I'm not talking about you of course, makin' fire's real groovy and all."

Pierce bristled at Tshila's remark. "Oh great. Another wise A#@. Please, do continue to tell me how abrasive I am, It's something I think I really need to hear... again. I wasn't sure if everyone else was just jealous of my good looks." he crossed his arms, scowling into the darkness. "Maybe you should just wait until whatever captured us comes back, and then ignite the whole place. I wouldn't mind dying if you don't."

He began to rummage through his pockets, searching for anything he might be able to use to escape his cage. "Seriously thought Blondie, if you think melting the bars might cause an explosion, then how would lighting up whoever snagged us be any better?" Several coins fell out of his pockets, and the resulting clinking noise sounded extremely loud in the darkness. "And how are you gonna blow "It" across the room? You got a magic bag of winds on your person or something?"

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "Aha!" He said, flipping it open and squinting as the dim screen light blinked on. "... No service. FANTASTIC." He sighed and redirected the screen at his surroundings. It didn't reveal anything more than a few feet from him, but it was better than nothing. "Well, at least we have a light that won't kill us right? More useless than you indeed." He turned and faced Tshila again, aiming the weak light towards her and giving her a flat expression. "By the way. How do you know so much about my condition anyways? Penny usually tries to hide it, though she's kinda horrible at it."

Pierce laughed harshly. "You know, I'd almost be upset with you if you hadn't called me "Mr Crabby McCrankypants". He smirked and sat back, looking off into the inky blackness. "I get it. Don't mind me, I'm just a bit put off by the whole whacked in the back of the head and stuffed in a cage thing. It's not my particular idea of a good time. You know, you Djinn are ridiculous. Is being Bipolar a part of your physiology? Not that I'm saying that YOU are, but, well, you're not the first genie I've met. Sheesh blondie, if you're anything like him, then I might as well just kill myself now." He stood and stumbled forward, hands outstretched as he tried to find the bars directly across from him. "Sure would be nice to have magic powers though. It would probably make me feel a little better about the situation. Tell me, are you thinking that we were kidnapped by spider man? Or are you expecting to use your magic wind blowing abilities to send whatever it is flying?" He paused mid step. "Wait... hold up. Seriously now, how strong of a wind can you make? My theory, and this is just me thinking out loud mind you, is that whatever captured us is either really big, or actually a group of people. It just seems more likely, seeing as they picked us up and moved us when we were unconscious. How you gonna deal with that blondie? What if "He's" to heavy, or there's more than one of them?" He started moving again, reaching the other side of the cage and feeling the bars. "That's the kind of- and Kitty cat? Really? What does that even mean?"

He leaned back, then used all of his might to bash into the cage bars, sending pain through his shoulder and making his head throb. "I appreciate you being nice to Pen." He grunted, gearing up for a second go. "Nice of her to spill everything to someone." He shoved his shoulder forward again, wincing at the pain. "She's always kinda been a shut in you know? Too self conscious." He leaned back again. "You guys hang out a lot?"

"Eat?" Pierce paused. He had switched from throwing his body weight at the bars of the cages to yanking the bars back towards him. Currently, he was working his way around the cage, looking for any weak points or missing bars, but to no avail. "Pftt. Cullen didn't say anything about eating people. OF course, he didn't really say much of anything, just sorta called me scum and dumped a pot of coffee on my head." He grunted as he resumed tugging at the bars. "I think it's real cute, what you're trying to say blondie, but trust me, when it comes to my... sibling, I know what I'm doing alright? He... She... Whatever, Pen tends to bottle stuff up, so being the person she can let loose on is my responsibility... even if she hates me for it. Why am I telling you this anyways?" He laughed. "I don't need to explain myself to you. Guess I'm just having fun in the moment or something... yeah... fun. Thaaat's what this is. Right."

He let go of the last bar, having found no exploitable weaknesses or missing pieces of the cage, and plopped back down onto the floor, cross legged. "I got nothing over here." He said. "The cage doesn't have anything wrong with it. Well, one could hope..."

"So now what? We just sit and wait? That's boring... I know!" He leered in Tshila's direction. "Why don't we get to know each other a little blondie? I mean, obviously you think I'm a Douchebag, and lets face it: I don't like blondes, but if I'm stuck somewhere with the possibility of death hangin' over my head, I at least want to be stuck with someone I can hate for a reason, you know?" He scooted back over the the edge of his cage, leaning on the bars with his back to her. "What do you mean half Djinn? So like, your dad was a genie, and your mum was a human?"

"Hmph. I just don't trust blondes." Pierce grunted. "I've had too many bad experiences with them to trust em' farther than I can throw them, but hey! Don't have to worry about you right blondie? You're obviously "duochromatic"! Big difference. BIG difference." He bobbed his head. "I can make an exception for a duochromatic girl." He crossed his arms and let his head sink down, stretching the muscles in the back of his neck. "Yeah yeah I know. I'm a lousy brother. I'm not even supposed to BE a brother you know." He shot a glance over his shoulder. "It may not seem like it, but I was the one born a girl... at least, that's what I've been told. Kinda hard to keep track when your baby boy/girl keeps switching whenever the parents look them in the eye. Pen acts more like a girl than I ever will, despite trying so hard to live as a boy... but like I said, things get confusing when your brain changing is normal... But I'm probably a lousy sister too."

"Like I said blondie, I know what I'm doing. I care a lot about my little sibling, and I'm sure she knows it. Now enough about her. I wanna know about YOU." He smiled widely, adding a joking creeper tone to his voice as he spoke.

He raised an eyebrow as Tshila described her family. "She... ran off?" He said hesitantly. "Yeesh. tough luck on that one. Djinn must be some seriously coldhearted bastards to run away from their kids, Even I don't think I could do that." He shrugged. "It's interesting though. Humans and Djinn falling in love... If anything I've read about genies... and seen through disney cartoons is true, then they live for a really long time... It's like a human falling in love with an ant... Okay, maybe a rat... a rabbit? We'll go with rabbit."

He crossed his legs and frowned. "Alright alright... You wanna know why I'm "crabby" blondie? I'm crabby because the world I come from isn't nearly as accepting as this one alright? I'm "crabby" because I had to be to fight off the morons in life when I finally stopped caring and just let myself change whenever. Because I wake up every day not knowing what gender I'll be by the time I go to sleep. Because I have no friends due to aforementioned self imposed "crabbiness". Because they finally find a way to keep me in one form AFTER the majority of my most impressionable years are over when I DON'T need it, and I'm "crabby" cause I'm stuck in a room with a bleedin' half djinn duochromatic blondie, and we're both being WAY too relaxed about the situation at hand!" He stood, turning and kicking at the nearest cage bar he could find. "That a good enough reason for you? Or am I just overreacting?"