[The first thing he tries is the easiest. There are several landlines around, after all, one just has to get to them. It takes some doing, including a tracking of the guard schedule, but two days after his first real "therapy" session with Strange, he manages to get to the singular landline phone inside one of the hallways.
Oswald's eyes dart frantically down the hall as he pulls the receiver from the hook, pressing it to his ear as he dials Enigma's number. He can almost hear his heart beating in his ears, but he has to get out of here. The line rings--once--twice-]
Come on, come on, come on, Enigma, pick up-- [it's hissed, frantic, into the receiver just before, lo, his eyes widen as the line clicks, and he's barreling on ahead before Enigma can say anything--]
Enigma! [almost a shout at first, but then he immediately lowers his voice as he keeps barreling on, adrenaline keeping him rambling ] Enigma, you have to help me get out of here--you were right, this--this is a bad idea, I'll do whatever you--[he hears a voice on the other line and it stops his frantic babbling mid-sentence]
We're sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again.
[--for a moment, he's frozen in shock. Oh. Oh no. No, of course not. A landline wouldn't have enough reach. No, this didn't work, this didn't work and he can feel dread in the pit of his stomach, and it's about then that his ears pick up sounds of footsteps down the hall. He quickly hangs up the phone and scuttles back away, stomach twisting into knots in terror as he hears a shout behind him, maybe he should just run--
But no, there are strong arms wrapping around his biceps and dragging him back and he can't help but kick out, flail to try and break free. It's to no avail, but that certainly doesn't stop him from trying, flailing, yelling as though it would do any good.
The therapy sessions that week are only more rigorous as a consequence.]
Part 4.5 - You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.
Oswald's eyes dart frantically down the hall as he pulls the receiver from the hook, pressing it to his ear as he dials Enigma's number. He can almost hear his heart beating in his ears, but he has to get out of here. The line rings--once--twice-]
Come on, come on, come on, Enigma, pick up-- [it's hissed, frantic, into the receiver just before, lo, his eyes widen as the line clicks, and he's barreling on ahead before Enigma can say anything--]
Enigma! [almost a shout at first, but then he immediately lowers his voice as he keeps barreling on, adrenaline keeping him rambling ] Enigma, you have to help me get out of here--you were right, this--this is a bad idea, I'll do whatever you--[he hears a voice on the other line and it stops his frantic babbling mid-sentence]
We're sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again.
[--for a moment, he's frozen in shock. Oh. Oh no. No, of course not. A landline wouldn't have enough reach. No, this didn't work, this didn't work and he can feel dread in the pit of his stomach, and it's about then that his ears pick up sounds of footsteps down the hall. He quickly hangs up the phone and scuttles back away, stomach twisting into knots in terror as he hears a shout behind him, maybe he should just run--
But no, there are strong arms wrapping around his biceps and dragging him back and he can't help but kick out, flail to try and break free. It's to no avail, but that certainly doesn't stop him from trying, flailing, yelling as though it would do any good.
The therapy sessions that week are only more rigorous as a consequence.]