Shinji gaped at the orders he had just received.They wanted him to watch a bunch of sniveling slaves in their little cells? And above that, where he couldn't touch them? The audacity! He nearly crushed the radio within his hand, grumbling to himself as he strode toward the cells once more. He hadn't been far away, so it wasn't a long walk, but he had wished to speak to Raz for a moment. Regardless, he was opening the door as Vorken approached the inert slave. The weasel glanced at Johny, grinning and feigning a punch. He chuckled to himself as the squirrel flinched.

IC:

Serenity had pressed herself against the walls in the corner of the cell when she curled up; her quills faced outward, so she didn't see the weasel or the coyote enter.  The waiting and uncertainty was almost worse than the inevitable.  Was Bej still toying with her...by not showing up when he said he would?  She somehow doubted it.  She didn't have to look up to know the door was opening again.  She could hear it.  She could hear the clomping of his boots as he approached...the jangle of the keys in the lock on the cell door.  She curled tighter, trying to melt into the wall.

"Hello, Sweetheart.  It's time.  C'mon out and let me in."

"N-no."  Her voice sounded pitiful and small.

"WHAT was that, Slave?" The bull towered over her menacingly, the tips of his horns touching the wall around her...caging her further.  However, luckily her quills were giving him pause, doing their job of keeping predators at bay.  She wondered for how long though.

Neither Serenity nor her tormentor saw several more guards enter the complex.  They crept closer...waiting for some unknown cue...

Bej was getting impatient.  He gave a mighty kick of his boot-covered hoof, dislodging her.  Serenity grunted, determined not to cry out, though her side was throbing at where the bull's kick had connected.  But now her defense was broken, and she was vulnerable.  Holding her aching side, she dodged a massive reaching hand, rolling to the side.  Scrambling to her feet, she fled to the other side of the cell, noting vaguely that the cell door was still open.  Her heart surged with hope.  If she could just get to it...she dodged another grasp...before he could succeed in grabbing her.  Once he did, there would be no hope.  Bej growled. He was big and powerful, but slow and cumbersome.  Serenity's agility was the only thing keeping her from...She shook her head.  She couldn't think about that right now. She had to get to that doorway...

The bull again made a poorly-placed grab, and swore, "Stay still you little *****!"

Serenity saw her opening and dove for it, fleeing desparately down the hallway, Bej thundering after her.

"Git back here and submit to me! Yer MINE little slave, you HEAR me?"

Serenity ran faster, glancing behind herself in terror.  She was fast, but small.  His large steps would soon mean he'd be on top of her again.  Running in blind fear, she didn't see the guards in front of her untill she'd run right INTO them.  Her hope died.  Oh no...now they'd ALL take her...

The guards grabbed hold of her, but curiously, they didn't do anything but hold her while several other guards stepped forward, blocking the bull's headlong charge.  Soon, he was restrained as well, and a familiar face resolved itself from the darkness, it's features twisted in anger.  The appraiser.  She had never been so glad to see HIM.

The appraiser stuck his long, canine face into that of the bovine monster.  "BEJ!  Just WHAT did you think you were doing, hm?!"  Bej, busted, hemmed and hawed, squirming under the irate gaze.  The appraiser continued to verbally flay him. "You moron!  What part of 'Hands off the merchandise' don't you understand?!  You're lucky I don't have the authority to fire you!  Or you could end up joining those slaves out in the yard...as ONE of them!  As it stands, I'm still going to report you.  This slave is my responsibility, and nobody is going to TOUCH her on my watch...that means YOU, Bej!  You will NOT be going ANYWHERE near her, is that clear?!  She must be untouched if we want to make the most profit off of her!  You almost caused a reduction in price due to damaged merchandise."

As the appraiser said this, Serenity noticed a stinging pain in her arm.  There was a large, angry red abrasion from where she had brushed up hard against the wall in her desperate attempts to keep away from her tormentor...and it was dangerously close to her cherished birthmark.  She brought a hand up to it, and then looked at the blood that came away on her fingers in stupefaction.  She was still surprised she had been able to avoid....what she had thought was coming.

The appraiser concluded his lambasting of Bej, pointing to the two guards that were holding him.  "Get him out of here and away from her.  Lock him in detention, and inform the higher-ups of what happened here.  They can deal with the idiot...it's not my job."  He turned to the still shaking Serenity.  "Let's get you back to your cell."

"S-sir...I...I didn't mean to run, sir...I-I-I..."

"Shhhh."  He then noticed the injury to her arm.  Again cursing Bej under his breath, he turned to a couple more guards. "And fetch a medic.  She's not badly damaged, but it needs cleaning." He sighed as Serenity was placed back in the cell, watching as she again retreated to the rear, curling up into the wall, sobbing. "This might cause a problem when the clients come to look at her tomorrow..."

TBC

(OOC: Don't post for the healer, please...I have something planned.)

          Seeing an opportunity like no other, Shinji grabbed Bej's fire arm and pointed it at the back of the bull's head. "Oh, mister appraiser man, what do your eyes see when their covered in the blood of the corrupt, eh?" He was grinning slightly, thoroughly enjoying this little set up. Just one more body to his count, for reason of enjoyment.

         "Cut it out, you blasted weasel." stated the previously  described appraiser, "Enough damage has been done without you smearing red over an already blooding wound."

        "Oh! But you don't see the beauty of it!" shouted the grey and white weasel, causing the bull to flinch a bit, "Say we kill the steroid happy taros and blame it on the wench. Sure, it might kill of any potential buyers in the races, but the arena! They're always looking for fresh corpses, and they pay well..." Shinji's voice teetered off as he finished his rant, Bej looking all the more ripe for the plucking. The appraiser looked at the struggling bull, scratching his chin, rolling through the possibility of further profit.

OOC: Hope this doesn't screw up what you had planned Vi. ^_^

Johnny watched the scenes unfold, amazed and frightened by the rapidly evolving confrontations. He had planned to protect Serenity from Bej's advances, but could do nothing to prevent them with Shinji in the room. Shinji had made Johnny's blood fun cold, and had frozen him to the spot. He was trembling, becoming more and more desperate. He had to do something. He couldn't let Serenity be hurt, not like this. He HAD to do something. HE HAD TO.

Just as he was about to spring into action and do something, anything, the appraiser had come in and prevented Serenity from being hurt anymore by that terrifying bull, Bej. The situation seemed to cool down somewhat, until Shinji had done the predictable and started more trouble by threatening Bej. Johnny had no desire to get involved in this, however. Bej was a different type of coward to Johnny but a coward nonetheless, and he was an unspeakable monster. Shinji absolutely terrified the squirrel, but he could live with it if Shinji did kill Bej. It would make his job easier having one less bully in this place.

As long as he didn't threaten Serenity next.

He wondered what Vorkn was going to do, who had been standing and watching silently the evolving events as well at the entrance to the ghost's opened cell. Johnny was sure that he wasn't going to let this continue, either.

Vorkn groaned. Really? Really? Even with Shinji and him in the block, he still went against the goddamn rules and wanted to manhandle the slave? As more guards piled into the cellblock and Bej's idiocy was even more apparent, Vorkn almost snapped. "What does it got to goddamn take for this cellblock to be secure?"

His perspective had moved to the others and everything. He was to transfer this one ghost girl who had no reaction, yet every step he took someone wanted to trip him from his damned objective. His ears twitched a little as Shinji tried to force some sense into the bull, but it was not likely to go through his head. Vorkn, unholstered his handgun and almost just there-- shot the bull in the face. "Complaints.... no. There's only one thing this idiot will understand." the coyote stated, eyes narrowed and obviously irritated.

"Eh?" someone muttered out in response, Vorkn wasn't sure who and he didn't care. The coyote let out a heavy sigh, "Actually, don't waste a report. Kill the dumb bastard. I would do it, but I have work to do. I'll tell the boss that the final straw for Bej's record is done and he's being dealt with." the coyote turned back to the ghost female and began to do some functions on his toolpad, analyzing everything about the female. If he didn't have to haul her over for troubleshooting in medical, he'd save a lot of time and effort.

Now, Vorkn was no genius or science prodigy, but he wasn't an entry-level thug of a raider either. He had joined the raiders years ago with prior experience as a doctor's subordinate in one of the bigger independent cities to the south. It didn't stick for him, so he tried new things, exploring himself and the wastes until he came to working in the raiders as a guard and in that; eventually guard and science/medical subordinate. The coyote looked intently at the readings as he began trying to understand what kept the girl in such heavy sedation.

Eventually Vorkn came to a conclusive hunch and he moved his hand to her paw where she had been marked per ce. "Minor surge, let's turn off the device and then turn it on... resetting it." he muttered under his breath; and so in essence, he reset it to see if any change came from it.

The ghost-creature sat listlessly in her meditative posture, indifferent to the unfolding drama in the cell-block. She paid no attention when the door to her cell was opened, or when Vorkn began his analysis. She was, it seemed oblivious to all that transpired in the outside world, as she had been for years. She offered no resistance when he examined her paw, made no attempt to escape, or in fact did anything. But even as the guards and the appraiser apprehended Bej, even as Vorkn came to his conclusive hunch, her mind was actively dreaming whilst another part of it monitored the chip in her flesh as it had ever since the chip had first been implanted.

She dreamed again of the ancient days and the shining cities of the vanished age. She walked down the street of a great city that had been in ruins generations before ever she was born. She gazed in the windows of the various shops, her eyes drinking in all the technological marvels that were on sale. Communication devices, recreational devices, even weaponry in one shop. In the dream her expression darkened as she saw the weapons. They reminded her of the weapons the slavers had used against her. The weapons that had lead to her capture and the implanting of the hateful chip. The chip that kept her bound  to her dreams, that sent out the signal that had incapacitated her, the signal that monitored her presence, the signal that....the signal was disrupted.

The resetting of the chip caused only the briefest and most momentary of disruptions, but it was a disruption that sliver of her mind that had kept unceasing vigil had spotted immediately, the very thing she had long been waiting for. It seized the moment at once, her mind and will asserting itself and reclaiming the territory the arrival of the chip had long denied her access to. That the chip was active again a moment later was irrelevant- she was in control of herself now and she was going to stay that way. Granted it would take time- maybe an hour or two- to fully readjust from dormancy to active, waking life, but the vital change had been made. The dream was ended. As Vorkn reset the chip a shudder passed through her entire body, as though every muscle had undergone a sudden reflexive twitch and a rush of air escaped her lips like a long sigh, or perhaps like a long-held breath being released.

Though not as obvious or dramatic as the evening's previous events, it was perhaps the most significant event in its own way. It was, after all, the first time the ghost-creature had visibly, undeniably reacted to anything in years. Though after the twitch and the sigh had passed there was no further obvious action, there was an indefinable difference in the ghost creature who sat so quietly. It was almost as though there was an air of expectancy about her now, or something else- impossible to nail down or define- that marked the return of an active awareness...   

(OOC: I really need to think up a name for this appraiser guy...)

IC:

The appraiser cursed under his breath. Who let Shinji in here? Turning to the weasel, he said. "She is NOT going to the arenas. Not with a valuable pelt like that. I won't have it. Kill Bej for all I care. But this slave is NOT being sold to the arenas." Secretly, he hated the arenas. Such a pointless loss of able-bodied slaves. If it weren't for the arenas, they wouldn't have to send people out all the time to get MORE bloodlust-fodder. The races were one thing...slaves didn't die in those. Usually. Not right away at least. "Besides...She wouldn't last one day in there."

Serenity, back in her cell, said nothing, still quivering in fear. But she had heard every word.

TBC

(OOC: Also...feel free to murder Bej.  He was never supposed to be around very long anyway. XP)

           The weasel shrugged and pulled the trigger without any hesitation. The bull's brain matter splattered across the cement flooring, his blood soon to dry and add to the rusty scent that already permeated the room. Taking the side arm in hand, Shinji claimed another weapon for his collection. "Would someone be a dear and get someone to clean up this mess? Tch... Now I have bovine all over my nice clean boots. What a shame." He shrugged, moving toward the entrance to the cell block and pushing Johny out of his seat. He then promptly sat down, claiming it as his own. "And as to why I'm here? Why don't you ask command."

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           Janette stood in the back of the room that she had been left in. No one had come in to see her since she had entered the room. Left with nothing to do, she had been laying on the table in the middle of the room, trying to get a little sleep, but none came to her. Sitting up, she remembered her new friends from the slave camp. She couldn't help but wonder what was happening to them now. She raised one hand up, arcing a small charge of electricity between her fingers. Seeing the lightning, her thoughts then wandered to the other Ghost who had been within the cells. That catatonic state that she had been rendered into, and the pose that she had sat in.

          She mimicked the pose, sitting with her legs crossed and almost meditating, something she had never done before. Just to ease her boredom, she ran another current through herself. The effect was benign, simply something to excite her nerves and help her relax. But this time was oddly different. The current was sluggish, focusing in soft spots, like the eyes and fingers. And then, finally, she blacked out.

          Almost as soon as this had happened, a beige fox walked through the door, holding a tray of food and a note pad. He sat the food down, not yet noticing the state that Janette was in. He sat in the chair on the side of the table facing the door and looked up from the note pad. He was stricken with a shock as he noticed the rabbit sitting atop the table in a state similar to the woman in the cell block. He sighed and stood up, headed for the door, only to feel something grasp onto the back of his neck, hard. He suddenly felt tired and weak, before falling to the ground. Above him stood Janette, almost in a trance, jolts shooting through her almost living hair. Her eyes were shut as she leaned down and gently picked up the keys from the guard's belt. She opened the door, a single guard standing outside, only to fall to the ground soon after.

         After that, she vanished from the interrogation quarters as if she had never been there in the first place.

Cellblocks

Johnny fell to the ground in an akward slump from Shinji's effortless push to take his seat. Johnny righted himself as quickly as he could, glaring towards Shinji, before being glared back and running down the cellblock corridor towards the other end of the room, and as far away from that madman as possible. As he did so he passed that rather creepy appraiser fellow and his accompanying guards who were beginning to move the remains of Bej's body. Johnny almost slipped and fell over completely from the pool of blood that once belonged to the bull before righting himself just in time. He stopped momentarily in front of Serenity's cell and looked towards the frightened and fearful hedgehog, quivering in the corner of her cell. Taking a look back at Shinji and the appraiser to make sure they weren't paying attention; Shinji was busy checking his new toy in the form of Bej's weapon, and the appraiser was a short distance away, checking through his notes of the other slaves' estimated prices, Johnny began to talk to Serenity.

"D-don't worry," he whistled through the gap in his teeth. "I-I-I shall try my best to make sure that you a-aren't hurt. I... I-I-I'm gonna try and get you out of here. I promise."

Before Serenity could reply, the squirrel raced away from the cell bars towards the other far corner of the cellblocks.
Medical Bay

Kairn's body laid stretched out on a clean stretcher, which was a miracle for a place like this camp in this world. His body was connected to a series of tubes and machines, his life vitals being preserved as already a team of doctors set to work on fixing his body. The decision had been to amputate his ruined arm. In fact, any help like this for a slave was definitely a first for the compound, but fortunately for Kairn he still had information that the guards and more importantly their boss desired. His life had to be spared as much as it could.

There was no guarantee that the process of recovery wouldn't be painless, however.

Slim slowly exited the medical bay and stepped into the long corridor outside. It had been a long day so far. Knowing his luck, his day probably wouldn't be ending soon, either.

Suddenly there was a sqwark of static from his radio.

"Slim? *Kssh* Boss Slim, you there?" It was Reager.

"I'm here. Don't tell me you've got another problem already." Slim sighed, rubbing his tensed frow.

"Uh, well, I was just taking a quick leakage break y'know, before I came back to Interrogation Room 2. Wolz was covering my post for me whilst I was gone. Thing is though, when I got back, the door was unlocked and opened." Reager began to explain.

"...what?" Slim replied, not liking where the conversation was heading.

"Yeah, well, y'see, that's not all of it. That rabbit prisoner? She's, er... gone."

"...what?!" Slim replied, not liking this more and more by the minute.

"And Wolz and Matthews are... well... ko'd."

"You have got to be kidding me..." Slim sighed an exasperated breath. What the hell was going on? "I'll be down there in a second. Get on the radio and alert all spare guards not at their postings to begin search for the rabbit. I want her apprehended alive, understood?"

"Roger that!" Reager responded with an enthusiastic reply, and their communications.

For Slim, this day just seemed to keep on getting better and better...

IC:

Serenity, beginning to get her shaking under control, couldn't believe her ears.  A guard...wanted to set her free?  Much as she appreciated the gesture...she doubted that kid would have any luck in that endeavor, however.  She was surprised he was even a guard....usually, a - well, she hated to use the word 'weakling' but...it fit - would be among the slaves...not a guard.

She didn't have long to ponder this this however, as someone else entered the compound, escorted by a guard.  A sense or recognition hit her, getting stronger as the white skunk approached.  The guard directed the medic into the cell.  Serenity stared, as if seeing a ghost...and not the magic kind either.  "S-Snowdrift?  Is that you?  I thought you were DEAD!"

The skunk looked up...and gasped.  "Serenity?!  I thought YOU were dead!"  Tears sprang to both friend's eyes as they embraced.

Serenity's hand fell on deep scores across the skunk's back and she pulled back, surprised. "You...you're a slave too?"  Snowdrift nodded, showing her right palm.  Although the tracker wasn't visible, Serenity knew what the gesture meant.  "Why'd they bring you...They enslave their healers?!"

"Only some of them.  I'm not allowed to heal larger wounds, or work on doctoring for the raiders, but they bring me in when a slave has minor wounds...and also they send me though the yard in search of downers."

"...Downers?" Serenity didn't like the sound of that.

"Slaves too sick to bother healing.  Or those that won't sell.  They take them away to be culled." Snowdrift looked down.

"It's ok...it's not your fault.  So they have another cell block of slaves with special non-magic talents for sale?"

"I...I'm not FOR sale."

"...Oh." An awkward silence followed.

"Oh, they TRIED to sell me...but they couldn't find a buyer.  I was about to be culled, but then they discovered that I knew how to use herbs to heal people...I have been a perminant slave in this camp ever since.  The guards seem to think it gives them the right to do whatever they please with me too."  she fingered her back.  "After all, I can just heal myself, right?"

"I...I'm sorry."

"It's all right."

"Hey!  You in there! Hurry it up, girl!"

"S-sorry, master!" Snowdrift turned back to Serenity. "Let's see that arm...This may sting a bit." She brought out some peroxide.

Serenity winced as Snowdrift cleaned the grime and grit from her wound, but said nothing about it. Instead she whispered. "Hey. You have access to the yard slaves, right?"  Time to bring up her mission, since the two were already friends, she knew she could trust the albino skunk.

"Y...yes...?"

"Well, uh...."  Serenity glanced at the guard, who was leaning against the outside of the cell boredly.  She dropped her voice even lower.  "Do you think you could get a message to them?"

"Well, I..." Snowdrift glanced at the guard as well.  Somehow she knew this was going to be clandestine.

"I...I need to organize them.  If we all band together, I'm sure we could overthrow these raiders!  There's more of us than there are of them!  Think of it!  You wouldn't have to fear guards like the one that almost...nevermind.  Anyway...can you do this for me?"

"Reni, I don't know..." The skunk glanced at the guard again.  Luckily he was of a species with a bad sense of hearing and was paying no attention to them. "If I got caught...I...I don't know if I could withstand their interrogation..."

"Just tell them I'm behind it.  They won't hurt me. I'm too valuable."

"I can't!  They wouldn't believe me!  They'd beat me for trying to pin it on you!"

"...Please, Snow?"

"I...Alright."

"I knew I could count on you."

"I know this is going to get us both killed..."

"Hey! Girl! Are you done treating her yet?"

"N-not yet, sir!"

"Well git on wit' it. I ain't got all night."

Snowdrift busied herself treating the abrasion on Serenity's arm, and then moved to examining her side. "You're lucky you have those quills...if you didn't your rib might have been broken instead of just bruised...what happened?"

"I....don't want to talk about it." Serenity shuddered, thinking of what might have happened.

"Oh. I see.  Who...?"

"He's dead now.  Stupid bull named Bej."

"He..is?  Really?!...Good."  Snowdrift's brow knitted briefly.

Serenity looked at her.  "Did he..."

"Almost every night."

"I'm sorry."

TBC

(OOC: That got longer than I anticipated. XD;)

|OOC| Is there anything Reni doesn't assume everything about? Oh, poor naivety.

Vorkn smirked, albeit only lightly as the reaction was in "the ballpark" as some would say. "Well, looks like we have some progress." the coyote heard some mumbling but between being focused on the female in front of him and her reactions and their whispering it wasn't clear. All he could hope is the two weren't planning something ferociously stupid. Either way, the coyote sighed as he tried to see if there was anything else off on the fur in front of him; if he needed to do furthur checks or if he could latch the gate shut and get back to work.

The camp was functional, but sloppy; and he was trying the best he could do to help get the place back on track; and he wasn't the only one.

(OOC: Eeheehee...wait...what? XD Also........No, Surge, you can't be in this. *sigh* Darn characters. XP)

With the initial reaction to the resetting of the chip now past there was no hint of further, visible response. However, there was now a great deal that Vorkn's scanner could tell him about the ongoing and internal response that resetting the chip had triggered.

The heartbeat of the ghost-creature before him, which for years had been at an astonishingly low ebb, was now showing signs of a slow, consistent escalation. Similarly, her respiratory process showed signs of heightened activity and bio-electric impulses running through the nervous system hinted at muscular twitches and reactions invisible to the eye but ongoing nevertheless. There was now no trace of the rapid eye movement  behind the sealed lids- activity that had indicated ongoing dreams- but neural activity seemed to be on the rise. Collectively the information strongly indicated that the creature was exhibiting signs of a slow but steady return to wakefulness- possibly an awakening the timing of which could be estimated or extrapolated from the present data.

Unexpectedly, the ears of the ghost-creature twitched and swivelled. It could just be a reflex action, but it might also indicate that she was starting to respond to external sensory stimulation again. Especially since the seemingly deliberate manner of the ear-movement, coupled with the increased activity of the brain, suggested she had gone from dreaming to listening...     

             A brown hound walked through the doors to the loft, just coming off of his break. It was the same one that had stood guard alongside the beige fox known as Jefferson when the slaves had been escorted into the camp. The one who had made a pass at Janette. The two had separated, as it was Jefferson's duty to feed the slaves in the interrogation hall. He looked about, grumpily, wishing more to "play" with the slaves, rather than anything productive. Something then caught his eye. A familiar bunny was standing within a doorway to one of the bunk lofts, leaning into the door seductively and beckoning the hound to come closer. Not one to pass up such an opportunity, job or not, the hound nearly rushed for the door.

            "Now, what's a sweet young thing like you doing in here?" questioned the hound, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were a gift, all wrapped up, just for me."

            "Then maybe you'd like to unwrap me..." whispered the rabbit, running one finger along the hound's chin, "You can call me Siren."

            "Ya'll can call me Butch." stated the dog as he followed her into the dimly lit room, the bulkhead door sealing behind them.

OOC: Let them have some time alone to... set out their differences, if you don't mind.

"What the hell happened here?"

The aggravated and irritated voice belonged to that of the large armoured rhino affectionately called Slim. He stood outside the door of Interrogation Room 2, looking at the sprawled bodies of Wolz and Matthews. Reager was standing to the side of him, scratching the back of his nape.

"Like I said, boss, I don't know. I was, well, relieving myself at the time." Reager answered.

Slim shot him a glance that could kill, but then deeply sighed. The fool shouldn't have left his post at all, but at least he did have it covered. This wasn't caused so much by guard negligence as it was by... something else. But what?

"You alerted all the spare available guards to be on the lookout for the rabbit?" Slim asked.

"Yes sir, boss." Reager replied with a short nod.

"What on Aegis IS this?" Slim questioned, more to himself than to Reager as he began pacing back and forth. "She's definitely no ordinary rabbit girl. First that incident in the yard, and now this? Something's not right."

"More than meet's the eye, eh, boss?" Reager asked.

"Looks like it. No flag for her being a ghost?"

"Dunno, boss."

"Hnn," The rhino grunted, massaging his frow. "Get these men to medical and checked over. Begin searching for that girl and use extreme caution."

"Yes sir!"

"I'm going to find Vorkn. I need to speak to someone who isn't completely incompetent or insane around here..." Slim finished, before stomping off in search of the coyote.

This compound needed to get straightened up, and at once. What was going on here was, quite frankly, absolutely unacceptable.

OOC: Still would like to continue this.

IC:

Serenity watched the friend that she had just been reunited with briefly as the skunk was escorted out of the cell and down the hall, dissappearing out the cellblock door to...wherever it was the raiders kept her. Sighing she leaned back against the dirty wall. Alone again. At least she didn't have to worry about that idiot bull anymore...maybe she could actually get some sleep now...Then she remembered something else, and gulped. She had another inspection in the morning. Well...there wasn't anything she could really do about that now...but...what if another guard came in wanting to use her before the morning? She curled up again, licked at her palm twice, and plucked three more quills. She had to get out of here soon...this place was making her crazy...

A guard came in and stood protectively in front of the cell door. A FEMALE guard. One that looked quite capable of dishing out pain to any would-be assailants. Serenity breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey, uh...Ma'am?" She started, "I...uh...really appreciate your protection..." She said awkwardly. Her guard ignored her completely, staring straight ahead stoicly. Serenity sighed. Guess I should just try to get some sleep...

TBC

(OOC: Reni's finally able to catch a break!...sort of. XP)

| OOC | Expect something soon guys, I was sick for two weeks and had a rare brain fart for the last one? I don't want to abandon anything, my brain is just a bit sedated right now.

(OOC: Good to know you're still here! Ooh being sick is never fun. Well, take your time, get better, and maybe your writer's block will go away when you're better.)

"I guess we are done for the time, then. Hn." Vorkn thought aloud as he took a light breath, arms crossed exiting the cell for the time and locking it down. At this point it wouldn't be hard for anyone to figure out how to hone in on Vorkn's location, it wasn't like it was some obscure secret of the ghostlands or anything.

His eyes moved across the cellblocks, still getting a immeditate impression of the shaky purple hedgehog, but it passed with his comm going off, "Vorkn, your position?" the coyote blinked upon responce but retrieved it, the voice on the other end nothing too particular, nobody important; but Vorkn was not going to start ignoring messages because someone was nameless or faceless or whatever. "Hn? Oh, specialty cellblocks."

Cellblocks, indeed.