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Aramay

"It could be worse. Right?"

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a character in “Escape to the Outside”, as played by Aramay

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Name: Aramay
Age: 28
Gender:Female
Mutation/Abilities: Failed chimera: Due to unknown factors mutations from the concoction of DNA she was given, expressed themselves far more than anyone expected. The results of this are still unfolding and so unusual that she is often checked on and tested to see what each new change brings. Thus far she's shown increasing dexterity in her tail and feet along with improved vision in low to no-light settings. And when properly motivated, can cover long distances in a short amount of time, but not for very long.
Mutation Appearance: With a somewhat elongated spine she has a slightly hunched appearance; ending in a naked, lean, two foot long tail. Her fingertips look puffy and are tipped with the beginnings of thick, rounded claws. While her elongated feet makes her legs more digitigrade like an animal's the toes on her feet are rather long; almost like that of a rat, only much more dexterous like a monkey's where the big toe almost acts as a thumb for grip. So far her face has maintained most of its humanity but her teeth have been slowly falling out to be replaced by much sharper canines. Her facial features have elongated slightly to try and compensate for the increased number of teeth that are still growing in. Her ears have also grown a bit and shown increased signs of independent movement.
Description: Her most recent measurements put her at 5'8" while at the same time her weight has dropped to a lean 120lbs. Medium length wavy brown hair often falls in her face. Large green eyes peek out from underneath. Originally there was nothing that stood out as exceptional for her physically and she came off as average for the most part.
Personality: She comes across as lethargic and tired most of the time. Before all of this she was far more outgoing and social after growing tired of being nervous and awkward around people during much of her teen years. Now she finds it extremely challenging to trust others; including those who are like her. Living through a great deal of discomfort daily has made her much more irritable and snaps at anyone who either willingly or unwillingly contributes to those pains, ie grabbing her too hard or prodding a particularly sore area. It also leaves her feeling incredibly prone to guilt afterwards.
Strengths: Exceptional eyesight in low light and dexterity makes it easy for her to slink around people while making almost no noise if she can focus enough. She's extremely patient when it comes to watching and learning about what's going on around her if it means that the learned information can be used to her advantage. With the help of Holmes' abilities she does an amazing job of sneaking up on anyone they deem as her target.
Weaknesses: Her eyes have a harder time adjusting to bright lights making it easy to temporarily stun her with the wave of a flash light. Her sight becomes blurry in brightly lit rooms. With the difficulty she has eating its hard for her to take in enough calories to keep her strong enough to fight or exert herself for very long. She can't change back and forth like the other animal mutations. The pain she has to endure from the changes further discourages her from doing much unless she's properly motivated. Like the promise of pain killers to easy her bodily aches.
Fears: Tightly confining spaces, being restrained in anyway and being stuck with needles used to be baseless fears for her until not too long ago.
Worst Torture: Being suddenly given to another caretaker to be experimented on and stuck in her cell and being expected to eat, sleep, 'normally' when she can barely feed herself and deal with the persistent pain that she can hardly stand without the aid of relief.
Writing Sample: It was supposed to just be a trial study. An opportunity for extra income to help pay for some surprise bills that came in the mail. She was told it would be easy money. The first hint should have been when she had to leave her cellphone and other belongings in a basket. Why they insisted that people walked in separately instead of staying together as a group from the moment they walked in the front door. The security was unusually tight in and around the area. They didn't even bother discussing details of the trial tests before feeling the jab of a needle, and then she was out.

Waking up to an unfamiliar room, on an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar smells, sights and sounds would jar anyone. Her pleas and calls for help were fairly standard for anyone who was held against their will. But once the needles came, the pains hit and then the expressions of surprise from the guards and staff did she really start to fear for herself. Things weren't going as planned and she took no time with figuring that out. There were talks of what to do with her when it got even worse. Part of it being that there were so many changes, she couldn't eat normally. The pain also stunted her appetite. She was more than willing to just lay in a corner and waste away. But instead of allowing that to happen they decided that it was more beneficial to see it through since she wasn't much of a danger and couldn't put up that much of a fight. They started feeding her through a tube to sustain her long enough so that she would start eating on her own again. Or at least see how long she would last.

There were a few minor incidents that occurred from both sides. Once they figured out that they couldn't manhandle her as roughly as the others and were begrudgingly more gentle, she calmed down, proving to be probably one of the least troublesome of the subjects. One guard ended up giving her a small red ball that could fit in her hand as a means of physical therapy. To keep her moving, give her something to grip, squeeze, catch, throw. It wasn't like they could take her to a warm bath daily to keep her muscles from cramping up on her and making her painfully stiff. This wasn't a place that catered to special treatment.

Just recently they found that she would be more useful when she (barely) managed to catch an escaped subject and inquiry grew on if she could do that again. In exchange she would have her pains eased as the changes were less than kind to her body. At first she was hesitant. But when she found that they weren't done experimenting on her to see how she would turn out; the fear of having to deal with more pain made her agree.


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File: Chimera

Experiment Status: Active

Mental State: Stable

Physical State: Unstable

Notes: Certain files for subject are missing. Purpose of experiment, unknown. Expected results, unknown. All that's left are numbered vials containing an unknown serum with instructions on how to/when to administer. Subject's physical appearance has shown drastic signs of mutation exhibiting characteristics of several species. Mutations are still progressing provided the proper administering of injections following proper instructions. Subject still maintains a rather sound state of mind despite the moderate to severe pain. Said pain allows subject to comply with being given almost any instruction to follow provided that they are promised medication for pain. Best results are shown when administered sparingly.
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With the lab still in a frenzy to round up or take out fleeing mutants it was rather odd to find an occupant still inside one of the open cell doors. She lay on what was a semblance of a bed with a sheet pulled all the way up over her head to block out the flashing red lights. Stomping of panicked footsteps made her ears twitch but she did little else but try to ignore it all. The medicine they had given her still hadn't worn off yet and she considered what time she had left of experiencing painless bliss to be far more important than opening her eyes to look beyond the confines of her cell. Not even the sounds of gunfire and screams stirred her from her place. It wasn't until long after the sound of dead silence took over that the echoing of two pairs of footsteps caused her to peer through one squinted eye. She couldn't understand what they were saying. Their words came out jumbled to her when she tried to listen.

Oren Holmes walked with a guard to a hallway of empty holding cells; gun at the ready. Most mutants had fled but it didn't mean that the area was any safer. "I really think she'll be useful in tracking them down. We can get them back without losing any more resources than we already have."

"What makes you think its even still here?" The guard thought for a moment, then scoffed. "You don't mean that sickly one do you?" He had the same look that just about everyone else gave him. Just let 'it' die already it can barely keep itself alive. But he was adamant with his claims.

Holmes widened the already open door to a darkened cell. "Just because the scientist in charge of her died doesn't mean we have to throw out all that work. There's still enough there to follow through-look, just, give me a minute." He reaches down and pulls the sheet away from Aramay, causing her to curl up and instinctively shield her eyes even though Holmes was using himself to block the harsh red lights from hitting her eyes. The guard tried to hide his surprise that she was indeed still hunkered down in the cell.

Aramay coughed and winced while trying to sit up. She looked rather exhausted for someone having just slept for near sixteen straight hours. "What was with all the noise?" Holmes dropped a bag in front of her. It was filled with clothes. More specifically, ones that would help keep her covered up from curious eyes. And a little extra. They smelled slightly like a dusty attic and looked more like something a vagrant would wear. "What's this? ...I was kind of hoping for something else."

"You have to agree to do us a little favor first."
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Aramay stepped outside the building and into the yard for the first time in what felt like months. It was starting to get dark as the sun began to set. She pulled her hood up over her head to help block out the lingering sunlight. She could see better in low light conditions. She covered her nose and mouth with a sleeved arm to stifle the stench of blood that drowned her sense of smell. It felt like prison before. Now it looked like an extermination camp. The ground was soaked red and squished disgustingly between her toes; the resulting mud clung to her and stained her skin. Looking up she watched as the surviving guards eyed her. They were already given orders to leave her alone but that didn't stop them from looking ready to shoot her from where they stood, after losing so many of their own.

She rubbed her neck sorely and hoped that the injection that Holmes had given her would kick in soon and stave off the pain for a while longer. What hurt the most wasn't the microchip they implanted near her spine, but the transmitter behind one of her ears near the base of her skull. "What's wrong? Why did you stop?" A voice came through clearly that only she could hear.

"She's fine. She just needs a minute to adjust to the light." Comes another voice through both the transmitter and behind her. She turns around to see Holmes in normal street clothing. He didn't look like he wanted to be there. In his hand was what looked like a small walkie talkie. They must've made him go along as back up. She didn't have to ask to know what he was responsible for.

The voice came through the transmitter again. "Please don't use the line unless you absolutely have to Oren." One of the scientists on the other end had a tone of annoyance to their voice. They had lost their test subjects, and they were quick to take it out on Holmes. He paused for a good long minute before responding.

"....understood."
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Holmes stayed a good few paces behind Aramay. While she, cautiously looked around and breathed in the early evening air. The smell of blood still clung to her feet, but she could smell faint scents that weren't naturally part of the forest. They were, odoriferously stale, sweaty, animalistic, and, increasingly laced with a much fresher scent of blood. "At least one of them is hurt." She looked down at a sprung trap that was caked in blood and fur. Readjusting the bag over her shoulder she continued forward.

The stronger the smells grew, the more nervous she became. The more adrenalin would start to rush through her. The more her body would start to ache again. The tree line gave way to a beach and harbor. She could now see darkened splotches in the sand leading towards a warehouse. A trail of bread crumbs as it were to the escapees. They didn't go as far as she thought. She was grateful, being cooped in a small cell didn't really help keep her in shape. Neither did her bodily aches and pains. At least it was overcast.

"You might be able to find a way in without being seen around back." Ara just nodded, knowing that Holmes would be able to see her from where he stood. That was where she was headed anyways. It was darker and no one would likely be walking around that area.

"Don't forget what you are there to do."

"Shhh." Ara hushed them. She couldn't think with them talking in her head. The messages would disrupt any thoughts she had every time they spoke because it literally felt like they were inside her head. And she could smell fresh blood only a short distance away. With the softest of footsteps she circled around to a small window. She couldn't see anything inside except for large crates. It meant that she couldn't see where they were inside, but it would at least block them from seeing her coming in so long as she was quiet enough.

As quietly as she could she inched open the window to slide through. A muscle in her leg spasmed which forced her to freeze. She couldn't move. All she could do was bite her arm until the pain passed. Soon as she could get inside she pushed herself up against one of the crates in a seated position. The pains were already coming back and it was making her breath rather hard. She was inside, and she could hear voices. But she didn't know what she could do without getting attacked first. Curling herself up near the edge of a crate she readied herself and chanced a peak around the corner to find the source of the voices.

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Character Portrait: Gavin (Now Hawke) Character Portrait: Olek Barrow Character Portrait: Edur Character Portrait: Max Bast Character Portrait: Kisa Character Portrait: Dray Character Portrait: Eric Taylor Character Portrait: Chris Baxter Character Portrait: Aileen Tracey Character Portrait: Aramay
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Olek

Once Edur removed herself from Olek, he calmly reached over to where he dropped his sidearm, and picked it back up again. The grip of his weapon felt comforting in his hand. Aileen seemed to know the gist of what was going on. He didn't think a few guns would spook her. After all a bear sized jaguar had just sniffed her face. Olek almost chuckled at that. He thought he was going to have problems with Kisa, but she was proving to have more human emotions than he originally thought. It was easy to become twisted from the tortures that most of the group had been through. Kisa approached Olek, briefly examining him as she made her way to a more secluded part of the warehouse. He calmly gave her an approving nod as she walked past him.

Most of the group had earned his respect at this point. Olek was true to his word, he was willing to address the groups trust issues involving himself and Bast. They seemed to be way more relaxed than before. Chris and Edur didn't exactly distrust Olek and Bast. Olek glanced over at Chris and Edur, both were hovering close by. Olek wagered that the two younger members of their group approved of his presence. Welcoming it even. He glanced over at Hawke, he was battle hardened much like Olek was. He was willing to kill for the group, Olek respected Hawke, but was still unsure if he had Hawke's full and complete trust. Dray was quiet; proving to be very difficult to get a read on. Olek knew that Bast was with him 100 percent, she seemed to be very distraught at his previous state. Olek believed that he had won over Kisa's trust with his quick actions involving the bear trap. Aileen would be easy to trust, and so would Eric by extension. They had no complications when it came to trust. He gave a sigh of relief, and quickly ceased his analysis of his fellow escapees.

Once Edur curled up next to Olek, he figured it was time to collect his rifle, which he had so crudely hidden before. He slowly pulled himself up onto the crate he had been resting on. He grunted slightly, trying to be as gentle as possible. He reached behind the crate and pulled the rifle onto his lap. He felt drained, but they would have to move soon. Putting more distance inbetween them and the facility would prove to be very wise. They would also need food. Three of them had lost a great deal of blood. A good meal would be necessary if they wanted to keep on the move. He reloaded his rifle, but kept the safety on.

He glanced over at Dray when Aileen made her rounds. She was a healer alright. That was for certain. Olek calmly scanned the room again. Constantly watching over the group. Olek caught Edur shoot up out of her relaxed position, clearly tense. His grip around his rifled tightened for a few moments until she slowly rested on the floor once more. He looked around for what felt like minutes, but was likely only seconds. Olek spoke up after an eerie silence set in.

"We need to move soon, we can rest for a few minutes, but I think it would be best if we put as much distance between us and the facility." Olek offered a course of action, hoping that this would spark discussion of their next course of action.

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Character Portrait: Gavin (Now Hawke) Character Portrait: Olek Barrow Character Portrait: Edur Character Portrait: Max Bast Character Portrait: Kisa Character Portrait: Eric Taylor Character Portrait: Chris Baxter Character Portrait: Aileen Tracey Character Portrait: Aramay
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Hawke listened carefully, the majority of his attention on Olek and the newcomers. He'd been so focused on trying to keep conscious now that his wounds had healed enough for his body to relax, he was startled out of his half trance by Kisa's sudden show of affection. The garbled comment she gave after took him a moment or two for him to decipher, and he smiled faintly. The healer-woman.... Aileen Tracey, she'd called herself-- she didn't really seem phased by the fact a very large wild cat had just sniffed her like the "something new" she was. Perhaps that was a healer thing....

He sat up as Edur tensed. There was something off about the air. It only lasted a moment or two, but he'd sensed it also. He nodded, growled as his head swam from the movement. "I agree with Barrow. Moving further would be best. Finding a shower, or taking a dip in the ocean wouldn't hurt either. We don't know what escaped, what stayed, or what's been caught. Any of those categories might have followed us. The escaped might be hungry and feral. Or looking for a way to ensure they stay out--at the cost of others. What stayed are likely loyal, at least in part, to the facility. and the caught may be forced to track us down. I can't speak for Bast or Barrow, but the last time I was in a city I was small. Cities change fast. The rest of us are on unknown territory. We don't know or understand the area, just like when they'd rearrange the Arena." He hated having to compare this heavenly situation, being outside and in the unknown, to the Games he despised. But that was as close as he could get for the others. "We haven't eaten since before the games--most of us anyway. We need to move. And we all need food and sleep."

He all but jumped out of his skin as Aileen piped up, smoothing something from a jar onto Dray's hands and wrapping them as she spoke. "For a while, at least, you could stay near me. My grandparents left me most of the land their house is on. It isn't much compared to most, but a house big enough to be an extra-small clinic and plenty of outbuildings and woods around it-- you could hide there safely. People don't come see me often, and without Gran Evie and Gandpa, it's quiet... At least until you found a better spot. Hell, now that I know there are more people like me... I could make the house a haven.... like it was for me...." She seemed sad for a moment, the glimpse hidden as she rummaged through her bag. She brought out a few canisters, and several squares wrapped in plastic. He licked his lips, remembering fondly and exactly what a good sandwich looked like. "Most of this is for me,", she smiled, setting a bit to the side for herself, "But I'm willing to share. Won't be much, with so many people, but it'll be a start, right?" Without waiting for an answer, and in true healer nature, she began divvying up the food.

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Character Portrait: Gavin (Now Hawke) Character Portrait: Olek Barrow Character Portrait: Edur Character Portrait: Max Bast Character Portrait: Kisa Character Portrait: Dray Character Portrait: Eric Taylor Character Portrait: Chris Baxter Character Portrait: Aileen Tracey Character Portrait: Aramay
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The healer woman took his hands in hers and he watched as she first started rubbing some type of cream into his wounds. His face was held in a scowl most of the time; he didn’t trust her, and he was unlikely to at any point in the near future. She then began wrapping his hands up with bandages as Olek, Hawke and the healer began talking about leaving and going someplace safe. Most of the words being passed back and forth he didn’t understand. He got the point that Hawke said they needed to wash off the smells that clung to them, and Oleks need to move out of this place to another. But the red head’s words didn’t make sense to him since he didn’t know the meaning of most of the things she talked about. But the others seemed to understand and agree.
He took the bit of food that he was given and moved to sit in one of the corners where he could see the rest of the room. Edur and Chris seemed to be napping; Max and the unknown man were conversing with the others on a way safely out of their current position. He could tell that they had been there an entire day because the dim light inside the room began to darken slowly.
He turned his head towards one of the darkened windows and focused his senses on what was outside it. It was different than what it had been an hour previous. The Lab smell was faint but out there, along with muffled thuds of boots and fabric. He had those sounds and smells memorized and he knew guards were coming for them very soon. He turned back towards the others who had gone down to whispers. ”Guards are here. If you do plan on getting us out of here it better be now.” He figured he might as well keep on their good sides just in case they were genuine in wanting to help, phrasing it so they knew his doubts but would follow if they did help.
He got up on his feet and looked through a slightly uncovered patch of the window and saw a shadow disappear behind one of the metal boxes they had passed to get in their current hide out. With his brief announcement Max and the other man began plans for them to start a false lead so the rest of them could get a head start.

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Character Portrait: Gavin (Now Hawke) Character Portrait: Olek Barrow Character Portrait: Edur Character Portrait: Kisa Character Portrait: Dray Character Portrait: Chris Baxter Character Portrait: Aramay
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It looked like they were much more receptive to her presence than she expected by the way they each popped up to look around. They had enhanced senses after all. It was silly for her to think that she could hide so easily from them. She had to duck down to avoid being spotted. The others weren't just staying in one place. They were wandering around and setting themselves up in places that gave her fewer and fewer places to stay hidden from the others. She was so sick most of the time that she didn't get the same chances to really interact with the others. If she knew anyone they most likely didn't survive long enough to make it here. Chancing to look back out; it started to make her wonder if she would even recognize any of them. Or if they would recognize her.

Come to think of it, would they even consider her as one of their own? It would be a little odd for someone they don't know to suddenly pop out and say that they were one of the escapees. Looking down at her clothes, she couldn't think of a way to explain how she would find clothing between coming from the woods and coming here. She still had the bag with extra clothes on her person. At least two of her fellow mutants looked like they would need something better to cover themselves up. One of which...her eyes darted around. One of them could turn into a jaguar, she looked unnervingly feral, and hungry. She would be the last one that Ara would want to catch her scent.

A chill ran up her spine when they started to get restless. Ara silently grumbled to herself. Those stupid guards were so noisy that she was even more at risk of being caught. They were making her fidgety. She needed help. Doing her best to keep it to a whisper she tried calling out to Holmes. "They're going to see me. A little help?" There was a long silence. At first she thought he couldn't here her. She pushed herself further between the crates as everyone started to stir and prepare to leave. Someone then caught her eye. Someone DID look familiar.

"Cover coming your way." Holmes' voice abruptly rang through her skull loud and clear. Ara flinched from the shock and had to cover her mouth. The back of her upper arm caught on a stray nail that stuck out from one of the crates. The shirt tore and a sharp pain from the fresh gash made her crouch down. All she could do was breath through her nostrils till the pain became more manageable again. She could feel a wet heat seep from her cut and soak into the shirt. The shadows that were cast by those same crates deepened, darkening around her so that it would been even harder to see beyond the inky black blanket. It felt like she was sabotaging her own efforts to keep off of their radar. The only redeeming factor were the guards outside making such a ruckus.

She wanted so badly to reach back and wipe away the blood. A thought popped into her head. She wasn't supposed to be able to feel this. Holmes was supposed to have given her that pain killer like he promised. If what he gave her earlier wasn't what he promised...what did he give her before she started tracking down the others? Her hand slowly balled into a fist, helplessly unable to vent her frustrations. He said he wouldn't. Not while she was going to be out here...he lied. And she would still be expected to follow them once they try to leave the building.

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Character Portrait: Gavin (Now Hawke) Character Portrait: Olek Barrow Character Portrait: Edur Character Portrait: Max Bast Character Portrait: Kisa Character Portrait: Dray Character Portrait: Eric Taylor Character Portrait: Chris Baxter Character Portrait: Aramay Character Portrait: Oren Holmes
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Olek

Olek stood on his feet, his shoulders sagging ever so slightly. His attention was on Hawke as he spoke. Washing the scent off of themselves would be appropriate. They left quite the trail of blood in their wake. When Aileen spoke up, Olek's eye opened slightly out of shock. She would be putting herself in high amounts of danger. Olek wasn't going to argue though. They needed food and a place to rest. Olek held his position, doing his best to scan around the warehouse. Now that his eye was adjusted from being in the darkness for so long, it was easy to see most of the warehouse. He was just about to scan where his blind spot when Dray spoke up. ”Guards are here. If you do plan on getting us out of here it better be now.”

Olek shifted his weight and strained his ears. Dray had enhanced senses, Olek would easily take his words as truth. Olek slowly raised his rifle into his shoulder, his finger hovering over the trigger. He scanned the windows and would give the door an occasional glance.

Max and Eric began formulating a diversion in hushed voices. Olek's chest seized ever so slightly at the thought of him not having Bast at his back. He shook his head and banished those thoughts from his mind. The safety of the group came first. He strode over to Bast, and looked at her with a conflicted gaze. He raised his hand to put it on her shoulder, but it only made it half way before he heard a low growl coming from his previous position. He spun around quickly, his rifle quickly zeroing in on the threat. Olek's gaze met Kisa's, his eye narrowed ever so slightly as he padded over to Edur. He positioned himself in front of her in a protective manner, his gun lowered, but his demeanor was still tense and stern.

The last thing that caught his attention beyond the footsteps outside was the sound of tearing fabric. Olek spun once again, his rifle trained on a darkened corner of the room. With a perplexed gaze he stared into dark, after a few moments Olek's eyes widened. He looked over at the rest of the group, then back to the corner. He shook his head. It was too dark, it was dim lighting everywhere else. Can't be.

He kept his rifle trained on the corner of the room, and slowly shifted over to Edur and Chris' position. With a guiding hand he nudged them towards Aileen and Dray. He shot Kisa and Hawke a concerned look, and motioned his head towards the door. His eyes were locked on the blanket of darkness that covered one of the corners of the warehouse. He thought of himself as paranoid, but paranoia had a bad habit of keeping him alive.

"Turn around Holmes." Olek spoke calmly as he stared into the darkness. "This doesn't have to get messy."

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Something felt off, he wasn't sure what it was but he felt that something was wrong. He quickly started to survey his surroundings for something out of the ordinary and was about to get up and look around the warehouse, when Hawke began to speak. He listened intently as Hawke suggested that they should wash off the several undesirable scents on them and Chris couldn't help but think of the last time he had a proper shower.When Aileen offered to give them a safer place to hide, he tossed her a small smile. The healer was certainly generous, and helping them was probably going to be dangerous, so he felt extremely grateful towards her.

"Guards are here. If you do plan on getting us out of here it better be now.” He looked at Dray and then towards the others, with an alert expression. He silently scolded himself for not paying attention and hearing them earlier. So he took a moment to carefully listen, the guards outside were being rather noisy and the scent of the lab hung in the air.

Max and the dockworker soon began making plans for a making a distraction so they could escape. He glanced over towards max and the man. He was worried for them, causing a distraction would certainly be dangerous but it was probly the best option so that the rest of them could slip away undetected. He wasn't sure when or if they'd meet up again but he told himself that they'd be alright.

His attention was drawn away from the others when he heard something and smelled the faint scent of blood somewhere in the warehouse. Someone was already in here. Olek quickly moved Edur and himself towards Dray and Aileen, then made a motion for them to go for the door. As he was nudged toward the others he gave Edur a small if slightly unsure smile. He was a little worried about what might happen but he was sure they'd get away safely.He spared a small look toward a dark corner of the warehouse someone was definitely here and Chris thought that some sort of fight was bound to break out soon. He'd rather not but if the guards came in or whoever was in here with them proved to be a threat, he'd fight so that they could all escape. He refused to be brought back to that place, at least not without a fight.

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Edur could stand going to the woman's house. In fact it seemed like a great idea. She stood again and bounced up and down on the balls of her. Because she was born in The Lab Edur had no idea what her home would look like. Hopefully nothing like what they had before. She really didn't want to sleep on another hard cot.

Edur gazed around at everyone. Bast and the other man were making some sort of plan and Chris looked distracted. She was brought away from this by a loud growling. Kisa, still in her animal form, was just a few feet away. Edur remember this look. It was the same she'd see everyday. She took a hesitant step back but luckily Olek blocked her from Kisa's view.

Before she even had a chance to thank him Olek was leading both her and Chris away. He spoke to someone named Holmes, a name Edur didn't recognize. Feeling a bit nervous she gripped the nearest hand which just so happened to be Chris's.

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At his announcement everyone seemed to stop what they were doing for a moment. He had been focused on the sounds and smells outside that he didn't notice Kisa slowly stalking Edur. He scolded himself mentally for that, he would have to pay attention more and make sure none of them hurt each other. The rest of the mutants all started listening and sniffing the air, the others moving into action and getting ready to leave. He stood up and went over to healer lady off to the side since she was going to be the one to lead the group to where ever it was that she claimed would be a safe place.
Olek started pushing the rest of them towards him and the woman at the same time Dray picked out the sound of ripping cloth. Immediately his attention was on the shadowed room that the sound resonated from. The Lab smell came from that area also which blended in with the smells coming from outside. He tensed his muscles in preparation for a fight. "Turn around Holmes. This doesn't have to get messy." Apparently Olek knew the man that was inside the inky black space since he addressed the unseen figure by name.
Before he could officially worry about the intruder he glanced at the door where Max and Eric gave a hasty goodbye before slipping outside. Within moments he could hear loud footsteps and metallic clangs as they began their distraction; heading further into the dockyard. Not soon after that he could hear the telltale thuds of the guards’ boots chasing after the pair.
It was silent for a few moments with the Lab smell fading minutely before Aileen started for the door. She poked her head out then waved for them to follow quickly and she started running. Dray nudged the others after her, ”Keep quiet best you can.” After the three had gone he spared a glance back at Olek. He was fairly certain that Aileen had told him the general direction they were headed. He wasn’t sure whether he should wait for the guard or go along with the others right away and hope the man could catch up eventually. Best not chance it. He wasn’t as wary about Olek as he was before. Plus if he needed help with this Holmes person, he would help him and then track the group so they wouldn't be left behind.

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Holmes could tell something was off not long after he provided Aramay with extra cover. He wondered if he overdid it. The only response he heard back initially was a tearing sound. In the dying light it was just about impossible to see inside from behind on of the metal cargo containers that was stacked on top of another. He could only guess her location via the tracking chip that was implanted in her just before she was let loose. The only hint that he had of Ara being in trouble was by how hard she was breathing. It was so loud that he could hear it through the transmitter. "Calm down. I can hear you panicking from here." Maybe that was the problem. He could have made a mistake without even knowing. He may have just made it worse. Then again.

He switched channels so that Ara couldn't hear the conversation between himself and HQ. "Why did you have to go and send in the guards so soon?! I thought you didn't want to lose any more subjects!" Holmes tried not to vent too loudly to the scientists in charge on the other end of the line.

A few moments of silence is heard before the line crackles to life. "The sooner we bring them back the better."

Frustration was clear on Holmes' face. "Then why did you send us out in the first place?! If you keep rattling the cage she's going to get shot. We can't track the group if she doesn't even get the chance to slip in with them."[/blue] The bastards were trying too hard to cover their asses. Their methods were ham fisted. Why stick with one option when you can throw it all in the pot at once? [color=blue]"If she's pinned down she can't withdraw." Just then he could hear foot steps followed by a near stampede of boots following soon after. He waited for Aramay to slink back in a hasty retreat, or at least show herself. No good. He had to improve her chances. It would be hell for him but he had invested too much in her to risk losing now.

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Aramay couldn't possibly ball herself up any tighter than she already was right now. She couldn't catch her breath. There was a certain feeling that can only be felt when you knew that all eyes were on you. Its a petrifying feeling, and she didn't need to look out to know that this feeling was justified. It was making her thoughts get away from her. All she could imagine was looking back out to see if it was safe, only to have her last moments be of a pair of large jaws coming at her wide open. Or hearing boots coming closer and closer towards her before hearing the sound of a gun cocking. It forced her to realize that the only semblance of skills she had was tracking. There was no way she would be able to hold her own in a fight if she were caught. And it was assumed that just because she was like the other mutants that they would readily accept her without question. Only now did Ara think it through enough to figure out the slew of holes in the original plan.

The panic she felt was so bad that she was ready to dart out of hiding at a moment's notice in an attempt to flee. She couldn't control a small whimper of fear that managed to muffle out from her throat. The slightest noise would have been enough if the pain in her arm didn't snap her out of her frightened daze. "Turn around Holmes. This doesn't have to get messy." That voice. It sounded familiar. This person knew about Holmes. Olek was mistaking her for him. The tone of his voice did nothing to calm her. The footsteps from the group were heading away from her. At the same time, she noticed the shadows growing out from around her. They were branching out and slowly enveloping one of the the inside ends of the warehouse. Ara could hear Holmes over the transmitter making noises that sounded like him physically straining, as if he were trying to move or hold up something.

Like a trapped animal seeing a chance to find better cover she took the opportunity to look around through the near pitch black area surrounding her. If she could think straight the logical thing to do was to head back out the way she came in. Instead she kept looking high up to find a spot that would be hard to reach. She didn't know why but at the time it felt like the right thing to get as high as possible. Ignoring her aching body she propelled herself through the cover of shadows and up the stacked up crates toward the rafters. Just as soon as her feet touched the wide support beams she heard Holmes retching and in almost an instant the shadows dissipated. Her body just as quickly hit the deck; flattening herself out against a beam while doing her best to ignore the itching she felt from the blood trickling down her wounded arm. The only shadows left to aid her were the ones naturally placed there.

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Holmes felt physically ill. He knew what made him sick. His abilities were rather exceptional but they still had many, many limits to what he could do and how long he could last before something gave. He didn't know it he gave her enough time, or if he only exacerbated his previous mistake more. The only thing he could do was finish vomiting up his lunch and hope that he didn't hear gun fire.

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Olek kept his rifle trained on the blanket of darkness covering the corner of the warehouse. He heard the faint footsteps of the others as they began to head out. His attention was still unwavering, if Holmes was here, he posed a significant threat to the operation. Holmes knew Olek's fighting style, and how he went about things. Olek knew how Holmes did things too, he preferred to keep away from the front lines. The fact that he was here was uncharacteristically like him. He shook his head once her heard Bast begin the distraction. He switched to the private channel that they were both on, and spoke to Bast one last time whilst his attention was on her. "Stay safe, no unnecessary risks." Olek spoke into the radio before switching it off altogether. He didn't want them tracing him, no matter how remote the chance was. He felt unsure of the fact that Bast was running the distraction. Olek's strong suit was fighting, not looking after people.

He suppressed a sigh as all of his attention was on the blanket of darkness before him. Olek didn't want to have to shoot Holmes, but he would if he had to. Olek calmly started to back towards Dray. They needed to go, now that the others had a head start, it would be difficult for any trackers to pursue if Olek was in the rear and Bast was leading most of the others away. It was a sound plan.

All of a sudden the darkness was lifted, and the corner once again shifted into dim lighting. He strode forward and checked the boxes, small speckles of blood littered the area. His brow furrowed once more before he turned to Dray. "We don't have time for this. Lead the way. I've got you guys covered." Olek said as he jogged over to Dray. He put a hand on Dray's shoulder and gave him a confident nod.

"If you see any more unnatural shadows, call them out." Olek spoke in a dark and serious tone. Olek positioned himself to Dray's left, just so Dray could watch his blind side. He preferred to have people watch his blind side for him, but more often than not, Olek usually ended up covering himself. Though it was nice running with a group, especially a group filled with a sufficient amount of fighters. Olek stopped to pick up his mangled vest. He once again wore his shredded armor, it would still cover him from the back, just not the front.

With that he stacked up on the door, and prepared himself to follow Dray whilst taking down any guards that weren't pursuing Bast and Eric.

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When Edur gripped his hands he looked at her, she seemed worried, so he squeezed her hand in a gentle and reassuring manner then gave her a confident smile. He was nervous but refused to show it, instead trying to maintain a confident and calm demeanor. He looked back toward the unnaturally dark corner of the warehouse only looking away when Max and Eric left the warehouse to lure the guards safely away from the rest of the group. Soon after he heard the sound of foot steps going away from the the warehouse. Chris felt slightly relived when the guards had moved away from them, but he kept his guard up. This Holmes person could be a threat and he didn't want to be caught by surprise if a fight broke out.

When Aileen started toward the door Chris looked over at Dray who had started to speak.”Keep quiet best you can.” He nodded and quickly followed Aileen through the door. Olek seemed to stay in the warehouse probably to confront this Holmes person and Dray stayed behind with him. Chris wasn't worried in fact he felt slightly relived when Dray seemed to stay with Olek. If they stayed behind or ended up fighting Holmes, Dray would be a huge help he was strong and if Holmes proved to be a threat he'd be outnumbered, Dray might even be able to follow their trail and meet back up with the rest of them when they get to safety.

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There was no response from the dark shadowed corner. Olek had slowly been stepping towards the room and as suddenly as they came, the darkness was gone. Dray had never encountered a shadow mutant but he figured one like that he might not want to meet. Just thinking about the absence of light and being in a small room sent shivers down his spine and made him stiff. "We don't have time for this. Lead the way. I've got you guys covered." Olek said, jogging over and placing a hand on his shoulder and nodding.
"If you see any more unnatural shadows, call them out." He sounded serious and Dray nodded back to him. Shadows like the ones they had just seen were definitely unusual and best to be kept track of. They went outside and he sniffed the air briefly, not that he needed it to go the right direction, but to get the smells right. He quickly started running to catch up to the others, Olek on his left; most likely to cover the side that he couldn’t see.
He turned his head briefly at the sound of a vehicle. It was coming closer but wasn’t close enough to be of any worries at the moment. He continued to follow the scents in the air until they could see a smaller vehicle ahead. He had only seen vans before but this one was smaller, and the back was flat with no seats or roof. He didn’t have enough time to contemplate the strange transport as he could hear the engine start to life.
He glanced at Olek briefly before picking up his pace and jumping onto the flat metal floor in the back as it began to move. He turned around and held his hand out to help Olek on before it picked up a pace to fast for him to get on. He moved so his back as against the side and within moments he was drenched in freezing water and sand. Dray let out a tense gasp at the sudden change in temperature and shivered. He was going to be angry before he realized that their smells were dulling out and her for the most part indistinguishable in that area. Perhaps they would make it. However, upon looking around at the others that were inside on the actual seats, he didn’t see Kisa. She didn’t make it.

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Kisa had been arrogant, cocky and that had been her downfall. With the loss of some fangs, several broken ribs and maybe a concussion of some sorts, Kisa was in pain, but not for long. She hid the pain, buried in a treasure box and left it in the recesses of her mind to wait. She felt the hands of her opponent on her chest, but then they disappeared and there was the sound of a banging sound and- "Agh!" The Jaguar snarled out a yelp as it clawed at its ears with its front paws, trying to get the ringing noise gone, and the intense light that lit up her eyelids.

Confused, and with her senses being hit one by one, Kisa acted more like the wounded and scared animal she was when claws lifted her body and pushed. She roared out in fear, anger and instant mistrust followed by disgust. This being that held her smelled horrible! Kisa turned on the stranger, her eyes open, blindly and desperately trying to get her eyes to focus.

With teeth bared the spotted cat yowled and struggled, pushing away from the unseen stranger. She let out a roar that sounded more like a howl of pain as it jostled its ribs. Then, a new smell. A familiar smell. Olek. Breathing in tiny, slow gasps, she dragged her battered body toward the smell, and felt her muzzle run into clothes, muscle, flesh, along with the scents of Olek. Relieved at finding something familiar the Jaguar stopped to take a breather.



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Kyra had debating the Jaguar's life - and she'd been weighing more on letting it go and surviving their encounter - when she heard the noise of something flying through the air. Acting on reflex, she turned just in time to see the flash bangs detonate, getting the full effect of the bright flashes. Her eyes were blinking nonstop and her ears were swiveling around nonstop, her tail swinging around to make sure no enemy approached her back.

As a natural born telepath, Kyra instinctively fell back on her mind powers when she found her other senses to be... too blinding. And so, when she felt her mind brush that of the Jaguar, she wasn't surprised, but when she found Olek's, boy was she surprised. The Cyclops's mind was practically surrounded by mental walls as big as the Wall of China. Kyra shied away from the mental barriers and when she was readying herself to send out a mind-blast, she got pushed. Today is so full of surprises, the masked woman thought angrily.

As long as she's lived in the Lab, Kyra had never given into Hate. Well, at least not toward a fellow Mutant. Nor was her Hatred so great as her newly found Hatred was for this Mutant that had dared to touch her. A roar so loud, that anyone nearby would be feeling the vibrations on their skin and in the core, ran through the night as Kyra resisted the urge to shift into her Tiger shape. When I catch this Mutant I'll... The angry, roiling and deep black thoughts snarled inside her mind. You wretched and foul creature.. You've just helped me make up my mind.

Using her telepathic powers to create a mental map of where she was and where the others were, she appeared to glance at Olek and the Jaguar before making up her mind. Yes, I won't kill them but join them... This wretched creature however, will feel my wrath. Kyra's eyes changed colored from Golden to a fiery Red that conveyed her emotions and thoughts. She moved, or rather moved so fast she just appeared in front of both Olek and Kisa, between them and Ara.

Hoping that she wouldn't get stabbed in the back, she sent her thoughts to the turncoat Guard, Olek. Human cyclops, can you hear me?... Before you attempt to stab me in the back, you should know that you've just gained an ally in me. She attempted to send him a piece of how she was, how dedicated and loyal she was and could be toward his cause. While at the same time, she cut open her forearm and thrust the bleeding wound into the Jaguar's mouth to energize and heal the spotted cat's insides.

After that, Kyra ducked her head, hiding her face from everyone and took of her mask along with her coat. She then shifted into her tiger form. The transformation wasn't as primitive or gruesome as Kisa's was. It was more smoother, more efficient and a lot more interesting to watch as she just grew in size. What were her front arms and head fell forward, her back sloped then quickly became the straight back of a tiger. Now, I suggest, that if you want to live, get onto my back. And hold on. She went into crouch, getting herself as close to the ground as possible without completely putting herself in a weak and vulnerable position.

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The bright light seared through his closed eyelid, he was relatively unaffected due to the preparations he had made. Still, his eye watered, and his blinking continued at a semi rapid pace. He calmly strode forward before he noticed a figure dart into the fray, heavily clothed, strangely mutated legs. He aimed his rifle and held his position, Olek was unwilling to be caught off guard. If any more harm came to Kisa, he would use deadly force. Slowly yet surely the new figure that had entered the fray tangled with the masked woman ever so slightly, and started to drag Kisa towards him. Olek's finger rested on the trigger, he took a half step forward; stopping when Kisa started limping towards him of her own accord. Olek blinked a few more times and was able to see with perfect clarity again. Kisa, still stunned by the explosives, nudged into Olek. He gently gave her a reassuring pat on one of her shoulders before he aimed down the sights of his rifle once more at the new figure. His eye slowly widened, he rubbed his eye and started to blink multiple times. He could feel the heat still searing his right side from that day. Olek was not an easy man to shake, but for a few moments he completely lost his composure. His mouth opened to say words, but none came out. Olek unconsciously touched his eye-patch as he gazed at her. Ara.

"Why are you here Ara? How are you here-" Olek's reaction was interrupted by a new one as the masked woman appeared inbetween Olek and Ara. Olek felt a foreign mind brush against his. His walls were immediately thrown up. He was trained for this scenario, he spent years hardening his mind to catch mutants that could interact with his thoughts. Olek gripped a painful memory, ready to send it to the surface, if the foreign entity began an onslaught on him he would make both of them hurt. Instead all he got were words. The woman in the mask looked at him as the words echoed in his mind. She was the telepath.

Human cyclops, can you hear me?... Before you attempt to stab me in the back, you should know that you've just gained an ally in me. Olek raised an eyebrow at the mention of the word cyclops. He would've found it amusing if the situation wasn't ready to explode around them. Olek stood next to Kisa, his rifle still raised and ready to fire. Soon he was transmitted what seemed to be feelings. Loyalty, honor, and other qualities that Olek could trust. She was a fighter, she didn't deal in subterfuge. He wearily nodded his head, and turned his rifle back to Ara. Still weary of her. She may have owed him one big time, but he still didn't really trust her. He didn't harbor a whole lot of trust for either of them while on that subject.

In a few strides, Kyra was next to Kisa. Olek raised his rifle once more and kept it trained on Kyra. He would've been better off putting a bullet in Kyra's head. She was definitely faster and stronger than him. She probably could've shattered what was left of Olek if she honestly wanted to. As Kyra cut herself, she began to feed Kisa her blood. This only contributed to Olek's perplexed state. They could be helping us now just to get to the others later. Not good. Olek couldn't determine if he could trust them or not whilst they stood in the middle of a war-zone.

Kyra once again interrupted his thoughts with her own, as she shifted into a large Tiger. So that's why you two didn't get a long. Olek remarked in his head.

Now, I suggest, that if you want to live, get onto my back. And hold on. Kyra spoke up in his mind. Olek looked over at Kisa, searching her vibrant-blue eyes for an answer.

Olek saw the explosion of concrete beside his right food before he heard the gunshot. He whipped around and noticed a figure on a warehouse roof top at least seventy meters away. He spun on his heels and immediately rained inaccurate fire on the sniper's position. He gritted his teeth and controlled the recoil on his rifle. After about two bursts, the man fell back to better cover. Olek stepped over the shell casings, and gently grabbed Ara's arm. He looked into her eyes with his only remaining one. He searched for anything, fear, regret, recognition, but mostly guilt. After a few moments he let go and perched himself onto Kyra's back. He shouldered his rifle and held on with one hand. He nodded to Ara, and made room for her. He proceeded to pat Kyra on the back, motioning for her to go.

Olek quickly picked up his radio, with his free hand, and started speaking quickly into it. "Dray, Olek here. Kisa's safe, the area's getting pretty bad. I don't have time to figure this out whilst providing cover fire. We have two new additions tagging along, not sure if we can trust them. They both don't appear to be wearing prisoners clothing. You along with the rest of the group should make the call."

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Dray stared down at the radio in his hands. Luckily it hadn’t gotten more than a few droplets of water on it so he knew it would still work. He had seen the guards use them all the time and he figured he could work it. He had gotten his hands on one a few years back when he had taken it from a distracted guard while being taken back to his cell. He listened to the talk that was going back and forth until they had caught him with it and beaten him. He hadn't taken one again but he was still curious on how they worked and often watched the guards when they were fiddling around with them.
He glanced around momentarily at the colored lights they were passing; bright green ones that were suspended in the air. He couldn’t see much else besides those and other pairs of white lights coming towards them. The moving lights passed beside them quickly and he could see the outline of other vehicles of many different shapes and sizes. He could make out the figures of a person here or there when the lights in in the area where just right. There were also many tall buildings that they were passing as well as smaller ones, many with lights inside or outside. He was fascinated by all of it despite the small points of pain from staring at the multiple colors of light for so long.
Now the device lying in his palms was silent; Olek had done something to it so only he and Bast could communicate. After several long minutes of bouncing around in the back a crackly voice came through the grated speaker. "Dray, Olek here. Kisa's safe, the area's getting pretty bad. I don't have time to figure this out whilst providing cover fire. We have two new additions tagging along, not sure if we can trust them. They both don't appear to be wearing prisoners clothing. You along with the rest of the group should make the call." Now he wasn’t expecting that kind of response from the man. He rubbed his eyes to try and get rid of the spots in his vision and moved towards the small window that separated himself from the ones inside.
He tapped on the thin glass then pushed it aside with his bandaged hands to get it open. ”Olek says there’s two more. Doesn’t know if they can be trusted and aren’t wearing our kind of clothes. Said it was our choice if they should come.” He looked at each one, including the healer woman, to see their reactions. He held up the radio and after a moment of looking he pushed the button that would allow Olek to hear all of their responses. ”Perhaps we should meet them in a different place just in case?”

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Hawke frowned as he listened to Dray, his eyes shut tight to avoid distractions. He'd have to get a new hood soon.... He barked the message to Aileen, listening to the others. "I think it's a good idea.... meeting up somewhere else would be good, but could also be dangerous for us. We weren't exactly sure of each other, or of Barrow and Bast. But things aren't always what they look like. Like Barrow, someone we see as a potential enemy can easily be an ally. I say we let them tag along, for now. Keep a close eye on them, in case they are the bad guys. We are damaged, but not broken nor weak. What do the rest of you think?" Friends close, enemies closer... Enemies can be allies, allies can be traitors.... He shuddered a little, shaking his head hard to get rid of some of the water in his feathers. The soaked "hair" poofed and spiked up awkwardly as a result.

Aileen blinked as she drove, startled at the thought they might have two new mutants joining them. That they weren't sure they could be trusted only made her blood cool further. "That's up to you guys. My job right now is to get everyone safe. If you decide to meet elsewhere, somewhere quiet but at least sort of public would be best, wouldn't it? They won't attack you in semi-crowded areas, too risky to their own operation. Please someone tell me they wouldn't do that....!" Her emotions ran high-- though she kept her voice as calm as possible, it was almost impossible to hide in her words the several kinds of fear that hit her at once: Fear for the people in her care. Fear for the ones that got separated. And fear for herself. "There's a park near where I go to school. If you decide to let them stay, I could take a few of you to meet there..."

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Chris was still watching through the window, taking in sights he hadn't seen in years but his attention was soon brought back when Dray began to speak. When Dray mentioned more mutants he was slightly concerned and suspicious. He wasn't sure if any other mutants had escaped from the lab, these two new mutants could be hunting them. He frowned slightly at this thought, he never understood how any mutant could be loyal to the same place that made them suffer so much, but he held a no small amount of contempt towards the ones that did. Then again maybe these new mutants really did escape. They wouldn't know for sure until they actually met them, but if they did escape Chris didnt want to just leave them.

He listened as Hawke and Aileen spoke, when Hawke spoke, nodding slightly when he said he thought it was a good idea to meet up with these new mutants. Chris was about to voice his agreement when Aileen spoke."That's up to you guys. My job right now is to get everyone safe. If you decide to meet elsewhere,somewhere quiet but at least sort of public would be best, wouldn't it? They won't attack you in semi-crowded areaa, too risky to their own operation. Please someone tell me they wouldn't do that....! There's a park near where I go to school. If you decide to let them stay, I could take a few of you to meet there..." Chris like the idea of meeting the other mutants but he wasn't sure about doing it near any people, even if there weren't that many around. They didn't exactl look normal after all. However he was confident that at least some of them could look normal and if he had to Chris could even transform. There isn't anythi very unusual about a dog in the park after all.

He nodded after Aileen had spoken. " I like that idea. We should probably meet them, just in case they also escaped from the lab and the park sounds like a good meeting place."

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Edur was very uncomfortable sitting in the car. It was bumpy and the shapes that sped by made her head spin. She whimpered as the radio sparked to life. Her ears perked up as Olek spoke. If there where two other mutants out there she couldn't help but fell worried for Olek. Dray adressed them all of they should meet them or not, and the woman spoke up. "That's up to you guys. My job right now is to get everyone safe. If you decide to meet elsewhere, somewhere quiet but at least sort of public would be best, wouldn't it? They won't attack you in semi-crowded areas, too risky to their own operation. Please someone tell me they wouldn't do that....!"

Next to her Chirs agreed to meeting in the park that the woman talked about. Edur had heard the word park used a few times back in The Lab but she didn't really know that one was. She would be more excited to see it if everything wasn't so panicy. Chirs spoke, snapping her out of her daze and she nodded vigorously. Anyone out there that need their help and came from The Lab didn't deserve to be left out. If anything getting these two would help soften the quilt she had for leaving other behind.

Still Edur was sure she'd cause too much of a distraction. Almost her whole body was covered in fur and despite how matted it was the white was still very obvious. And unlike most others Edur was never able to shift into a full animal. She was stuck in a sort of in between, not fully animal and not fully human. Worryingly she pointed to her fur covered arm. She shook it a bit, trying to show her fears to Chris.

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It was too much of a pipe dream. "Why are you approaching the targets openly?" Thinking she could just swoop in and expect everything to fall in place. Instead she had her ear drums rattled. The injured jaguar was much stronger than her. "Those were not your orders." That shove was more than enough to send her back falling head over heels but she quickly bounced back to her feet. A hand goes her bleeding shoulder followed by a hiss of pain. "What the hell is wrong with you!? Get out of there!" She couldn't take the time to reflect now that she was in the fray. "Come back to base immediately." Her head turned to follow Kisa rushing to cling to someone. Someone who had their gun aimed right at her. Her reaction was delayed but her jolt of fear from finding herself in front of a rifle nearly lifted her off the ground. Her hands shot up in front of her defensively. All the while orders and berating for her incompetence were being barked at her.

A familiar voice deafened all the others that made her freeze. "Why are you here Ara? How are you here-" That's why the escapees had a guard with them. He wasn't like any of the other guards that she had known in the Lab. Olek was the only one who put himself in harm's way to help her. Kyra stepped between them before she could explain herself. Aramay expected for there to be repercussions from the fellow hunter. A mutant had to seriouly hate other mutants in order to be a willing hunter. Instead she watched Kyra and Olek stand quietly in pause. Her guard lowered too soon. As Olek trained his rifle on her again. Startling her for a second time. "I'm not one of-I'm with you!" Her voice was choked with panic at the thought of being shot. He didn't trust her. She was already at a bad start. Should have snuck to the truck with the others.

Gunshots ripped through the air forcing everyone to scramble. She chose to hide behind the same cover that Olek did. He was rather gentle when he grabbed her arm. It just so happened to be the injured one. She locked eyes with him, gritting her teeth. The frustration she felt was nowhere near as strong as the fear. The fear and pain were what gripped her the most. Her mind raced to come up with an explanation for him but her mind drew a blank. He looked at her like she didn't belong here. It was going to take a lot more to convince him that she did. If she had better luck with the others, then maybe...

Hesitantly she got up onto Kyra next to Olek. Her body was shaking rather hard; clutching at the bag of spare clothes. And the pain medication hadn't completely worn off yet. It was gonna be hell for her if she didn't take something soon but she was far too scared to speak up. For all intents and purposes she was guilty until proven innocent. Her trial is about to come into session and the jury were made up of her fellow mutants. She didn't say a word to Olek. The pain was making her tired and sluggish.

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Holmes cursed to himself wondering what the hell kind of a situation she would allow herself to get into that would be as complicated as this. He could hear minute sounds coming from her though. Small and barely audible, but he knew what they meant. "I told you not to take too much time." He mumbled more to himself than her. That's why he didn't want to give her the medication. In hopes that she wouldn't take too much time to lure out one or more of the mutants out at a time. Now they would have to come up with a new plan. Either way, if she took too long to come back she would have to deal with more than simple aches and pains.

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Kyra let out a warning growl at Olek when she felt a boot hit a sensitive spot just behind her left shoulder. Watch it, Cyclops. She shifted her weight, testing the new pressure on her legs and readied herself to launch forward when... What the hell!? Totally startled, and angry with both Olek and herself, she only let out an audible snarl. I don't often do this sort of thing, but - and this is a warning - if you want the damned Ara-thing to live, I suggest you keep her far away from me as she smells horrible... Kyra shook herself angrily not caring that she was probably jostling her passengers. And until you give me coordinates on our rendezvous site, I'm just going to track down your pride of mutants.

Kyra's neck muscles tensed as she bared her teeth at the Jaguar beside her. The spotted cat ducked his head low to the ground, baring her teeth and letting out a hiss. Submission. With that bit done Kyra lunged forward with a surprising burst of speed for one as massive as her. All 1,167 pounds of her moving forward, away from the sound of gunshots and crackling radios.

Her pursuit was followed by the smaller, and spotted cat at her left flank. And, despite running away from a brawl Kyra felt a sudden exhilaration at being able to stretch her tiger legs, treading upon the hard cement ground of this foreign world she wanted to be part of. Being so massive had it perks as she was able to eat up the distance in great leaps and bounds. What is the plan, now Cyclops? She slowed down her pace, hearing the labored breathing of a certain spotted cat behind her.

Since they had left the docks, Kyra had been using her telepathic powers to sort of hide their appearance from the normal humans that looked in their direction. She wasn't exactly making herself and her passengers disappear -that took a lot of power- but more of whispering to the Normals a lie and because their minds were so... Naively innocent, their subconscious just accepted the lie for what it was, meaning they just imagined her to be something they saw in their everyday life like a garbage truck or a big stripped vehicle with a one eyed driver and a stuffed cat toy in the back. Even though it didn't need so much power, it was still mentally exhausting as Kyra never really got to exercise this part of her skills.

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I can't believe this is happening Olek thought as he sat Kyra's back. He never thought he would be riding a tiger away from a fire fight. He glanced back at Kisa as he situated himself on Kyra's back. Olek wasn't very graceful even when he was at peak condition, and when he heard Kyra's voice ring in his head, this was no surprise. Watch it, Cyclops. Olek rolled his shoulders and payed attention to the voices ringing through his radio. A Park sounded like a sound plan. They could make a quick decision whether or not Olek, Ara, and Kyra were to be trusted. Olek was under the notion that he made his intentions perfectly clear, but the others had the right to turn him away. He glanced back at Ara, and then to the back of Kyra's head. If they were turned away, Olek would make sure that they got somewhere safe. Hell he would probably look after them if they warmed to the idea. Olek wasn't entirely sure if Kyra needed the protection though, she seemed capable of handling herself, which was the understatement of the year.

I don't often do this sort of thing, but - and this is a warning - if you want the damned Ara-thing to live, I suggest you keep her far away from me as she smells horrible... Kyra's voice rang in Olek's head once more. He raised his eyebrow at the fact that Kyra called Ara a 'thing.' He assumed that most mutated individuals regarded eachother differently. He made a mental note, but remained relatively silent. If Kyra wanted to kill Ara, Olek would do his best to stop her, but there's only so much a half dead guard can do when faced with a 1000 pound tiger. Kyra spoke once again, but Olek's mind was far away at this point. Her voice was muffled behind the walls he put up around his fractured mind.

Olek wasn't scared of Ara, in fact he felt slightly protective of her. Everytime he looked at her, really looked at her, he could feel the pain all over again. He did his best to keep his eye forward, whilst maintaining an objective state of mind. What is the plan, now Cyclops? Kyra's voice once again rang inside of his mind. Olek calmly breathed out and spoke into the radio. "We'll be right behind you guys, just lead the way." Every time he thought of the radio, it troubled him greatly that there was still no word from Bast. He closed his eye and sat on Kyra's back without saying anything for a few moments.

"Track my scent, it should still be on the radio I gave to the others. They washed their scents off, but the radio should still have my scent." Olek's voice boomed as Kyra bounded forward, in pursuit of the others. The last time Olek communicated with someone capable of mind speech, it was a two way communication. He was tempted to test Kyra's ability in the mental department, but Olek didn't want to chance it. He didn't want anyone digging around his thoughts. Olek's eyes tracked the tire marks in the sand, whilst occasionally glancing back at Kisa. She appeared to be struggling as they ran, he pushed his worries to the back of his mind, filing concerned thoughts away like every other troubled thought that crossed his mind. He glanced back at Ara once more, his eye lingering. He spoke to Kyra after he set his gaze on the horizon. "We'll be sure to give you plenty of space whenever you want it once we get settled in the safe zone." Olek spoke in a neutral tone; addressing what Kyra had previously said about Ara.

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Dray kept a grip on the frame of the window to keep himself from being jerked around in the bed of the truck. It sounded as if they had come to more or less a consensus and was about to confirm when Olek’s voice came through the radio once again. "We'll be right behind you guys, just lead the way." With that the radio went silent and he glanced up at the healer in the front seat. ”To the park then.” He kept his gaze on her for a while, analyzing her, not remembering that his stare often made others uncomfortable. He already somewhat trusted her since for one they weren’t headed back the way they came and her emotions seemed genuine enough.
He was watching her movements, the small twitches and jerks of her muscles, as well as her eyes, each one a place for him to understand somewhat what she was thinking about. He wasn’t a mind reader, not by a long shot, but he had learned to watch the facial expressions and the physical movements of a person and could gather a pretty close idea of the emotions of their thoughts at least. After several long minutes of him watching her through the small mirror that was on the window he turned to watch the landscape passing by them.
It was still mostly dark but the moon above them was bright, having been uncovered by the clouds; brighter than he had ever been allowed to see before and he spent several more minutes just staring at the glowing white object in the sky. With the decent lighting from the moon as well as street lights he watched the buildings they passed. All of them had more windows than he had thought would be possible on a wall and there were signs above them with lettering. Not many of them were taught how to read and he was included in that group, the words were just gibberish but he figured they were the names of the buildings and possibly what they did inside.
The buildings came to a sudden stop, in front of them lay spread a black concrete floor with white lines and across from that started the grass. Dray leaned to the side and looked at the large open space. It was larger than the arena and he saw small structures coming out of a sanded area. He didn’t know what they were for but he knew that he had seen a few of the structures during the Games once or twice. The healer had said it was more or less a public space and he wondered if there were events like the Games here. He looked around to see if there were any viewing areas incase this area was used for the same purpose but he found none besides a small section in front a fairly large stretch of grass. His brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to figure out what the space was used for.

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Aileen remained tense as she drove, instead of her home like she'd planned on, straight to the park. No one had answered her question. So, either they didn't know, or that place was more than capable of going after people in public. She gripped the wheel tightly, glancing briefly at both the pistol holstered by her leg, and the well wrapped knife--it's normal purpose for cutting jammed seat belts in an accident. The pistol was her grandfather's once. He had left it in the car, and she hadn't thought to remove it after he died. It made her feel a little safer, knowing he had been that protective. Keeping that reminder. Now that there was a possibility someone would use it, its presence made her nervous. She was a horrible shot, for one. She didn't trust these kids knew how to use a gun, for a second. And third... If they were found, it was a weapon in the enemy's hands... She screeched to a stop with a sigh, keeping wary eyes looking at the rearview mirror. They'd come at them from behind or the sides; if they'd followed her, they would have come from the same direction she had.

Hawke ignored the woman's protest as he climbed out of the truck, stepping up using the edges of the bed to sit on the roof. Not as high a point as he preferred, but it gave him a decent view of the area around him. Besides, he was probably rthe least out of place, even if he was sitting up there. From other perspectives, he looked for the most part like the handful of other kids here, sitting on any available surface and watching around them or talking among themselves. Occasionally he'd tilt his head toward Dray or glance back at the inside, listening to everything he could. The only thing he thought he might resemble more than a human teen was a watchful bird. Ready to take to the sky if necessary.... He didn't relax, not even when he saw Olek, Kisa, and those they brought along.

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Kyra followed the scents, and when she arrived in an area populated with Normals, she began to slow. She felt her mind expanding to include other Normals that saw her. It was exhausting work. I should have been exercising this skill, she thought angrily at herself for being exhausted and unprepared. A yowl of relief or something like that Kyra snarl in reaction to Kisa rushing past her to the truck full with mutants. The Jaguar shifter rubbed up against the driver's side of the door, before coming to the back and throwing itself down to lay on the asphalt. It's breathing was labored and yes, Kyra was secretly hoping the large cat died of over exhaustion or even heat stroke.

These Runaways are yours, Cyclops? Kyra slowed to a stop just behind the truck, her eyes on the male with red feather hair sitting atop the cab of the truck. Her nose twitching like crazy, she went back into a crouch to let her passengers off. She smelled the scents that had been faint before, but were now strong. Nostrils flaring, and her tail curling and uncurling. Fear. Her ears twitched when she heard a rumbling stomach. Her left eye color changed to a gold color while her right eye remained a fiery red, as she bared her teeth at the Jaguar that was beginning to eye the mutant with feather hair. The jaguar snarled back, but went back to panting and trying to keep its eyes on its paws and not on the strange Normals or the Mutants.

Kyra shrugged off her passengers, feeling their movements to be slow. She shifted into her human form, and just like before, the transformation was smooth and so unlike Kisa's. Her form just shrunk, her front legs shrinking into smooth human arms covered in a wetsuit like material. In the midst of her change, her tail came around, and she got into her black trench coat for woman, and even put her mask on before the others could see her disfigurement.

Rolling her shoulders, she looked at the others warily. Can't show weakness in front of them. The tiger's instinct came forward so, despite being tired, she let out a warning growl at them so as to make them think twice before trying to attack her. "I assume you red heads are key in my judgement?" She aimed the question mostly at Dray and Hawke before her black ears went flat against her skull.