One Of Them Days (INVITE)

[Sam Kramer]

SAM KRAMER
FORSAKEN PI HQ, WASHINGTON DC
BASEMENT

Home Sweet...Cage...

Sam awoke, a familiar cold upon his cheek as he lay face down on the ground. The past three mornings he'd awoken in the same spot, the cold floor of the basement. Of course, they'd upgraded since getting funding from the government. No longer was he stuffed in a small make shift cage, but rather one similar to that of a fighting cage..not that he'd done much, or any cage fighting but from what he'd seen on Tv..they were a decent size and build. Unfortunately, the blankets and pillows they'd supplied for comfot lasted all of five seconds before Sam ate them. He remembered the morning after, most specifically bathroom time...that was one hell of a rough morning. Sam would rather sleep face down on the cold floor then have to go through that ordeal again.

Suffice to say this was not ideal for anyone. The fact was he had to wake up stark bollocks naked and wait for his brother or friend to come and bring him some clothes because again, having them in the cage with him they were more or less going to get eaten. The way the cage was built, was no room for reaching out because the chances of one of them coming down and Sam clawing them...it wasn't worth the risk. Still, it could have been worse..or could it?

One thing Sam really couldn't get the use of, despite being this way for a very long time was the morning breath. Now, he dared to think what the wolf did..and quite honestly he didn't even want to begin thinking about it, dogs and all..were all the same in the end and he assumed the worse. He woke up always desperate for one thing, a toothbrush. Luckily for Sam, he didn't have a girlfriend because he'd feel sorry for the poor girl who had to bear that he just hoped it didn't pong like that all the time or else that was going to be a worse issue then howling at every full moon.

The young man slowly sat up, feeling a pounding headache coming on. He rubbed at his eyes, at his mouth which was covered in drool. Sam grunted slightly, scratching the back of his head before standing up. He took a look around the cage, he did it by habit half expecting to find that in the night somehow someone had gotten in and he'd ripped them to pieces. Thankfully, he hadn't. Sam had never hurt anyone, he'd always been locked away and the one time he had gotten out Riley hit him so hard in the head that he was out all night and suffered concussion for three days. It was necessary, and despite it hurting like a bitch...he appreciated it.

He readied himself for one of them to come down, as ever relying on his hands to cover up his dignity as he awaited for one of them to come down the stairs. They had a routine, 7am on the dot and one of them would be down to let him out. He was kind of like a pet in that sense, being let out to go about his business....it sucked.

Sam waited patiently for Nick or Coop to come bring him his clothes and to let him out so he could begin his day just like everyone else.

[Riley Cooper]

One would think that with all this jetsetting that Coop does between D.C. and L.A. with Texas throw in occasionally, he would constantly be exhausted but that was so far from the truth. Coop's energy level was usually always high, only dipping when he got comfortable and feel asleep.

Coop had been up for the past few hours now; the only good sleep that he got recently had been on the plane ride from Austin to D.C. and that was a solid two hours. His plane touched down in D.C. at four in the morning and he didn't get to the offices until about five thirty; so he got about two hours sleep in about twenty four hours but still fresh as a daisy. Samuel Kramer on the other hand was far from fresh as a daisy. He was about as fresh as a pile of dog shit, which he more than likely left in that cage of his.

Coop had gotten used to what it could smell like when it came to Sam and his cage, that never bothered him much any more. Even that horrendous morning taint breath that Sam had never bothered Coop anymore. It was having to avert his eyes elsewhere to avoid seeing Sam's little friend that bothered Coop. Naked men was something that Coop would never sign up for, even if he considered the man a brother.

As Coop headed downstairs towards Sam, his eyes were locked in position ahead of him. Sam could more than likely hear Coop with Coop's boots echoing off the steps. In one hand, Coop held a pair of Sam's clothes and in the other, two packs of Orbit gum. Yes, Sam had a dirty butt mouth and Orbit usually seemed to do the trick until Sam could brush his teeth.

"Wassup taint mouth?" Coop said in jest, poking fun at his long time friend. Coop had done this routine a number of times, so much that he could do it in his sleep if he needed to. It was practically muscle memory at this point as Coop stared straight at the wall. His eyes refused to even turn slightly left or right, just kept it straight. Coop tossed Sam's clothes towards the cage, landing in the exact same spot as always; close enough for Sam to easily reach them. Next was the two packs of mint gum that Coop tossed in between the bars of Sam's cage, hitting the wall behind Sam.

"Well, at least you didn't shit all over the place like last time. . . "

[Sam Kramer]

SAM KRAMER
FORSAKEN PI HQ, WASHINGTON DC
BASEMENT

The familiar sounds of heavy boots clunking down the stairs told him that Coop was up for morning duty. He felt weird, even after all this time that he had to rely on people to bring him things and let him out of his prison. That's what it was, a prison of sorts. He was kinda like an over grown, very angry puppy. Sam had hoped that maybe he'd find something that could help him control this or in a perfect world, cure it entirely but thus far he was having no look with that. It was inevitable, this moment onward he would forever rely on someone to come down on mornings during his 'time of the month' whilst he was balls naked and let him out to start his day.

"Wassup taint mouth?" Riley joked. He and Nick were good about all of this, they were great in fact. He knew it couldn't have been easy to deal with, not just having to come down here and find him all sorts of states and nude but the things in between. This place was secure, but their was still a chance he could have gotten out. As the wolf he made a whole lot of noise, pacing for hours, rattling at the bars trying to get out and worse off howling until god knows what time in the morning. He definitely sympathised with them. Sam would have been lost without them, or dead, stuffed and mounted on some red necks wall.

Riley averted his eyes, Sam did not blame him at all and actually was appreciative for the thought. He didn't want to see Sam's junk and Sam sure as hell didn't want him seeing it either. The young man waited for him to turn away before reaching out to grab his clothes. He slipped his hand through the bar, taking the garments in his grasp and began to quickly pull them on. He pulled his pants on and narrowed his gaze toward the packs of gum. Sam smiled speaking weakly "Thanks".

Once the man was dressed, her took the packs of gum and began shovelling them into his mouth. He could smell it, Riley could smell it but lucky for Riley he couldn't fucking taste it. Major dog breath. Sam hated that, absolutely hated it and thankfully it wasn't an all around thing. Sadly, whilst his time of the month was present so was dog breath.

"Well, at least you didn't shit all over the place like last time. . . " He said. Sam's face dropped. Slowly he shifted his eyes around the cage, double checking before narrowing his eyes back upon his friend. Sam grimaced "Yeah, uh, you see..I think the wolf may have done that. You know what, it's okay, you don't need details and I'm sure you don't want them either. It kind of explains itself. I really need to brush my teeth." Sam stated, he sure did because right now he felt like ass and he..stunk like it too. He couldn't wait for this cycle to be over.

Sam shovelled a whole pack of gum into his mouth in one go. The young man continued to chew, trying his best to get rid of the fucking taste of whatever that was. He stepped closer to the gate of the cage, slipped his hand through the bar and began to unlock it. Sam stepped out, fully clothed and ready to start his day, but first he wanted a shower and to wash his mouth out with bleach.

He stretched slightly, cricking his back as he did. God, he would never get used to the transformation process it always left him aching like hell. Sam turned to Coop and gestured for him to lead the way back up stairs.