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by Mr. Smiley on Sun Jan 10, 2010 1:52 am
Walking down the cold, echoing halls of Jakau Gammaās prison colony Gril led the way to the infirmary. While the habits and tendencies heād developed over the last eight years warned against walking with his back to his fellow former inmate, Charlie, he dismissed these thoughts, and even the raised hairs upon his neck, in favor of his new role. He was no longer Gril āThe Sneakā, a weasel, a snake, and a coward, but someone that should be, and would need to be, respected. Yet as they came into full sight of the infirmary room these thoughts were quickly forgotten, as was the present state of his wounded hand.
Before him lay a medical room not only packed with those wounded from the rush in the prison courtyard, and likely from other smaller scuffles, but also a large number of other individuals, many representing a far superior degree of health to their fallen brethren. His eyes flitting from person to person, his mind digging from file to mental file, he quickly sized up the group in front of him. The Major, of course, stood near the door, not far from a blonde of average height, observing the small pot of insanity. She must be new, for Gril was sure heād never seen her beforeā¦.
Dude, you got nothing on me. You can chop off my arms, legs, dick, whatever you can get a blade or bullet on, and I'll still be the defiant little bastard I am. But apparently you need help for whatever the fuck this is, so I'm gonna be nice for now. But I swear to every god that don't exist, if you ever look down on me like that again, I'll prove who's higher up on the food chain."
Repressing a familiar sneer Grilās eyes were quickly drawn to Tyler āKidā Briggs. Having been a resident of Jakau Gamma for maybe a year longer than Gril himself this boy had spent nearly half of his life in this hell hole. He was a nut, a killer, and a loose cannon. His simple, violent mind could be useful, or heād have to be put downā¦.or in the line of fire, either way. Yet Grilās attention was soon drawn from the wild child to the interesting young lady he had just entered with; Charlie.
āI miss something here? Iām thinkinā one clear shot to head with that fancy gun of his might put an end to that problem of yourās pal, so cut the tough guy shit. The Major hereās our ticket off this rock. You do something stupid like jeopardize that one-way, and I promise it wonāt just be the barrel of his gun your crazy mugās gonna be taking punishment from.ā
The cold, calculating, and dangerous calm of Charlieās voice was music to Grilās ears. Not only did it show there was something dangerous, or at least confident, behind those light green eyes, but she was definitely interested in leaving Jakau Gamma for more than the usual reasons. This was personal to her, and Gril sure as hell be finding out what it was as soon as he had the chance. What fun.
As his eyes glinted and a thin smile split across his lips at this new development Grilās eyes soon flitted across the other active participants in the room. There was the hulking mass of Alistair, another long-timer like Gril. If the sheer size of the man wasnāt enough to tell Gril to keep his distance, his reputation had been more than enough. He was said to be a cannibal, and embodied the meaning of the word ādangerousā. To his side stood Inali, the whore. What was left of the values and ways of the man Gril had once been despised every form of prostitution and the selling of a body, and the idea of one women whoring out another repulsed him. Just the same he knew she was resourceful, intelligent, and had the giantās ear. That, and the look sheād just shot Tyler bespoke complete contempt for his words, so perhaps there was some fire within her Gril had never considered.
Damia was also off to the side of the little infirmary, keeping to herself to the time being. Sheād already been accepted into the mission, and must be behaving. Heād have to investigate her a bit more closely as things went on, after all, the Major must have seen something in her that would make her useful, both to the mission, and in turn to Gril.
His attention slipping from one potential pawn to the next the good doctor was the next to enter Grilās gaze, if only for a moment. Heād never really seen her, as heād done an excellent job of avoiding injuries. Pretty girl, interesting that sheād taken a job at this little hellhole considering how capable she was said to be. And that was the end of his little listā¦.the rest of the people in the room either werenāt worth noticing, or he didnāt have much of a knowledge of, either because he knew them by reputation rather than by face, or because they were too new to have gained his attention. Interesting group the Major had pulled together though, assuming that Alistair and the Kid were coming along to shake things up.
What an interesting bunchā¦..
Breaking back into his new character of friendly and respectable addition to their little bunch of crazies, Gril walked through the clear infirmary doors, moving in close to one of the guards and whispering lightly in his ear.
āGo down to records and get me a file on everyone in this room who can still walk, someone should already be down there and have some of themā¦go!ā
Ignoring the Provostās surprise at being ordered around by an inmate Gril approached the Major, coming in off to Charlieās side. Considering most of the group seemed to be hear he might as well get things going on his end, after all, a few of these people had been here long enough to know Gril the spineless Sneak, so he might as well go about killing that image as soon as possible.
āWell hello again my good Major. Alexis Illaertes, reporting for duty. I must say this is quite an interesting bunch you have here.ā
Lazily throwing up a mock solute Grilās eyes briefly took in the many faces before him, his mind churning, looking for any hint of a reaction. Considering that a pardon under a fake name was rather useless, there was no point in using his false one any longer, especially considering that he no longer wished to maintain the reputation āGril Robinsonā entailed. Grilā¦Alexisā¦would have to become a completely new person in the eyes of Alistair, Damia, and Tyler āKidā Briggs, if he was going to be able to control their extreme personalitiesā¦
His sweeping gaze ending upon the prisonās resident doctor Alexis raised his left hand, clearly showing the large cut to his small audience.
āI believe youāre the person to talk to about this?ā
His little entrance over Alexis moved over to the doctor, his controlled, open movements projecting a friendly and passive nature.
āAfraid the things already infected. Caused by a rough shank, completely through and through. I can move the fingers just fine, but I canāt feel a thing. Heat, pressure, pain, nothing. Itās my first real wound since I got here, so I imagine I was an open target for this sort of thing.ā
With a friendly smile surrendered his hand to the doctor. Heād always taken an interest in medicine, but had never really spent a great deal of time on the subject. He might have to start picking up things like pain killers and antibiotics considering the things that might be in store for all of them after their brief trainingā¦
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