he sighed. that was good. he pulled the other's arm around until they were face to face "this will be uncomfortable but bear with me" he started wrapping the man's wrist. "my name is leslie"

Samuel nodded and filed it away. Echo was Leslie, that did not mean if Samuel ever desided to talk to the other that he would call him Leslie. He was waiting patiently as the other wrapped his arm, almost impatient for the other to finsh so he could take it back off. Leslie said only not to fight it, he never said he could not remove it once they where done.

he reached behind the other for the scissors. he did not realize that the tactic would be so affective against a grown man. he tucked the end into another part and zip-tied the hand back to the chair, he then cut the other hand and brought it forward as well. "would you like to hear another?" he wrapped the second hand the same as the first

Samuel shrugged, he did not really care, his name or other facts important to Samuel. He only had to stay in Leslie's company for another day or two. While Leslie was wrapping his other hand, Samuel was using the tie arround his hand to unwrap his previously wrapped hand.

"this wrap is very special, the edges fray into wounds and clots them right up, if you pull them off they hurt like holy hell" the other stopped his wriggling and sat still. he took the scissors and snipped the end and tucked it under a fold. he reached for another tie and zip-tied the other hand to the chair too. he leaned so he could get at the edge of the gauzed hand and quickly fixed it best he could given the constraints of his position

Samuel waited untill Leslie had finished inspecting the wraps. Them he started at unwrapping them again. He did not care if it hurt, he wanted them off.

he watched as the other did his damnedest to unravel the wraps through his constraints he did not get very far but he did manage to bunch it up around the ties. "i'll come back to re-wrap them later" he left the other to his task and left to go downstairs he knew there was a medical archive and a mechanics library on the seventh floor and so went to grab something to read

Samuel wondered where the other was going but did not ask. He had managed to bunch up the wraps but not remove them completely which frustrated him. He decided to wait patiently for the other to return. Maybe Samuel would talk to him again simply to annoy Leslei because when the other was mad he did the best things.

the technical books yielded nothing but he did find a book on mental illness and brain anomalies. when he got back upstairs he checked the bandages which did not seem much more unraveled than before and began to read silently. he made sure not to turn his back on the other

Samuel wondered how to annoy the other but being unable to find a suitable way simple asked. "Attempting to figure out what is wrong with yourself?" He asked gestering to the book with his head.

he smiled lightly "maybe"

Samuel grinned. "Then that book isn't the best, a shrink can tell you all what is wrong with you head. She'll probably tell you your mother did not hug you enough when you were little or something like that." Samuel frowned angily as though remembering something. "Never mind the book is probably best."

he nodded "especially since your medical adviser is recently deceased" he turned the page

Samuel frowned and quirked his eye brow. "Not the one on earth. There are several more there~" He isn't even sure that the towers have a mentalist. He stuck his toungue out at the other, a very juevenile move and he knew it.

"ah, another problem, there is a high chance i will never make it to earth so i am hard-pressed to find the help i surly need there"

Samuel rolled his eyes. He was teasing the others he was sure no would even bother to try and tell Leslie what was wrong, just send him to the asylum. "Eh, doubt they would be much help to a murderer anyways."

"well then we are both out of luck, shame, we could have had matching cells" he did not smile that time

Samuel would have shrugged but he was unable to. He settled with a smile. "Doubt it, they would send me some place that doesn't need sane engineers. You would get a nice white cell."

he hmm'd but said nothing going back instead to his book

(oh my lordy i just saw my first item!!)

(Your first item?)

Samuel did not like that the other was ignoring him, but instead of saying so asked, "Wha so interesting about that book? Does it give you tips on how to handle the person you aren't allowed to kill?"

"it might, do you really want to know or are you just asking?" he smiled again

"It might be slightly interest to me." Samuel says, he is slightly interested if there actually is anything in there.

he listed his eyes from the book "pick a mental illness"

"Multiple personality disorder or MPD." Samuel said immediately, it was a subject of interest to him. "Unless your book doesn't have it."

he flipped through the book "dissociative identity disorder. not listed as a disorder caused by physical impairment, try again"

"One caused by physical impairment?" Samuel asked, "Of course not, no real psychological prooblem is caused by that." Samuel knew that people moved on after injury or they simply were not worth anyones time of day. "Even if they where who would care?"

"i beg to differ, what about lobotomies? and surly someone cares several ld men got together and made a book that all of maybe three people have read"

Samuel quirked his eyebrow, "Three people out of several billion. My point remains consise, no one cares."

he bowed his head "fair enough"

Samuel shifted as much a he was able and managed not to look sheepish, "Erm... could you temporarily releae me to make use of the facilities?"

he made a face but got up "if you run again our next potty break will be tomorrow" he went over and picking up the scissors cut the ties. "though when we get back i am re-wrapping you"

The first thing Sameul did one he had use of his hands back was to rub the wrists and romove the gauze. He gave it a disdainful look but said, "If you really want to." And deposited the tangled gauze on Leslie's arm.

he let his arm drop and kicked aside the spent bandages "i have plenty to spare" he did not take the other's arm this time but instead simply walked close to his side

As Samuel stood he ignored his protesting legs. They hurt like a bitch but he was not going to let that slow him down from getting to his goal. He attempted to distract himself from the pain by making small talk. "So how much longer 'till my government says okay or you kill me?"

he did not care to specify though the answer was the same for both questions "two days"

Then Samuel sighed agrivated, "Two Earth days or two Mars days?" There was a difference. And he did kinda want to know when he was going to die, his government would gladly give up his life for the sake of mining Mars.

he shrugged feeling a bit vindictive "i did not ask"

And that cause Samuel to blink as he opened the door. "You did not think to ask when I should be killed?" That wounded his non existant pride. "Huh, never though I spoke the truth when I said my life had no meaning." Samuel was smiling, he had meant that not that he really wanted Leslie to know.

"i did not ask after my own and i hold it in higher regards than yours" the other's facade was poorly crafted if that was the best he could offer

Samuel gave a chuckle, "No one asks for their death date," besides himself, "Because they rather believe they have forever to live." He had seen it in truth, others who had been at death's door looking away because they thought themself invincible. "An executionor's sate is different though, you have to know when to dispose of all the insufficiante and useless people."