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Dray

...Don't cross me...

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

Description

ImageName:
Dray
Age:
15 though could pass for older.
Gender:
Male
Mutation/Abilities:
Dray is an attempt at creating a dragon shifter. The Lab began experiments in an attempt to create mythical creatures such as gryphons and dragons. These mutations needed to be done on newborn children and on test tube embryos that the Lab created. As an egg Dray's human DNA was mixed with a reptile's along with a small amount of bird. Once he was considered a newborn the gene modifications began. By the age of five he was able to transform himself into what appeared to be an actual dragon. Now he is able to shift certain parts of his body, such as his hands to claws, in order to help him in fighting. By the time they decided to add a fire element his body was too weak and strained from their tests. The scientists have put off this addition in replace of growing his physical body in the hopes that he would become loyal to them. Having the mutations done to him at such a young age his sense of smell and hearing are heightened much beyond a normal human's and his sight is sharper than most. He may not have as much muscle as any of the others but his strength is greater than even some of the guards.
ImageMutation Appearance: His hair is a bright unnatural red, and due to the small amount of bird DNA he has a few white feathers scattered throughout his hair. His eyes are a bright glowing burgundy and his pupils are slits much like a feline's. He has trails of burgundy shaded scales that frame his face, extend down his nose, back, arms, and legs. These scales form a harder outer skin to the tops of his hands and feet. From far away they are not as noticeable but the color can be seen faintly, making his skin look red in those areas. On his back the scales are thicker and raised slightly in a pattern which looks like folded wings.
Description: Dray has a normal build for a boy of his age, he is about five seven and well-muscled. His hair is a bright/ burgundy red and from afar it looks as if there are white streaks in it; those streaks are actually white feathers. It reaches down to his shoulders and he is constantly pushing it out of his eyes and cutting it haphazardly with his claws. The skin that is not covered in the red tinged scales is pale from the lack of constant sunlight and often covered in bruises or cuts from being in the Games often enough. Anyone who looks at him can tell that he is a predator; the way he walks or looks at another brings to mind the feeling of being stalked.
ImageAs a dragon he is not a whole long bigger than he is normally; at least on a height and length wise standard. On all fours his shoulder is almost at the four feet mark. His body is about five feet long, his neck and head add three more feet, his tail alone is another four, and each wing is about seven or eight feet long. He is completely covered in bright red scales though different shades mark the transitions from his wings, limbs, and his lower belly. He has what should be sharps spines lined down his back and two long horns that extend out the back of his skull. To keep the guards and scientists safe they have all been cut and filed down. His claws look like obsidian, and have also been cut short so that he is unable to harm the people around him. All of these need to be cut and filed regularly about once every other week.

ImagePersonality: Dray is a really closed off person; he does not like to trust anyone around him, mutant or not. From all the tests, training, and Games, his mind came close to breaking a few times, but he managed to close himself off and survive. That is his main goal, to survive by any means. He has excelled at hiding his thoughts and emotions to the point where the guards and scientists do not know whether he has become loyal to them or not. He plays along with their trainings in order to better himself, but he plans to get back at the Lab any way he can. He is extremely dedicated and once he has put his mind on something, he does not readily stop.
After determining that a person is friendly, he will open up slightly and talk with them. He will allow them to get to know more of what he is thinking. He is more likely to open up to a mutant that he has determined is not affiliated with the Lab. Around any normal or guard, he will remain silent. A few of the scientists and guards have never heard him speak and for a long time they thought he was a mute.
Once he trusts someone he is extremely loyal. He has not had any close friends but he knows that if he ever had one he would do anything to protect them.

Strengths: His increased strength makes him a tough opponent. Through his training with the guards he is a strong opponent at hand to hand combat. Staying quiet for so long he has learned to read people’s facial expressions and listen into their emotions through what they say. His heightened senses allows him to be a top class predator, often scaring guards in hunting scenarios.
Weaknesses: He is sometimes too distrustful; even some of the guards and scientists that are nice to him he is still cautious around and won’t speak to them. He relies too much on his own strength sometimes, and won’t readily accept help when he needs it. Image
Fears: Being in the Lab his entire life he has seen many different types of tortures. He does not like being in the dark or in small rooms without some sort of opening such as a window, even if it is small (claustrophobic). Add the two together and he will start to panic.
Writing Sample: His muscles were aching, burning, starting to cramp; but he knew he couldn’t stop now. Not yet… He knew he had to beat his last time. They always wanted them to improve, even if it was by a few seconds. It was his last lap around the room, and after running for several hours he knew that he won’t be able to move later. He finally made it past the check point and eased to a stop, glancing over at the guard that was timing him. The guard called over another and they both looked at the time on the stopwatch. That’s not good… They didn’t need to call another over when he did what they asked; meaning he didn’t beat his time that he set this morning. The guards headed over to him and he didn’t move; he didn’t think he could at the moment. The second he moved his legs he could feel that he would collapse. Luckily he didn’t go through that shame as they grabbed his arms and started carrying him out; together they were strong enough to lift him so that his feet skimmed the floor. He didn’t resist as they took him down one of the hallways, but clenched his fists as he saw the room they were headed to. He was thrown in, non-too gently, and he groaned as the door slammed shut. The room was only a few feet wide and a couple feet long, with a low ceiling that he could barely stand up in. His breath quickened as he felt like the air was getting thicker and harder for him to breathe. There was a click and the lights went out. His whole body tensed and he started to shake, nearly hyperventilating. He knew the guards made fun of him for it, but he couldn’t control his fear of being in such a small space with no light. Once he could get back up to his knees he began to bang his fists against the door.

So begins...

Dray's Story

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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

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It seemed like a normal day outside, the sun rose as expected over the forest and a nearby city. Average people went about their business as usual, oblivious as to what was going on several miles outside of the designated hiking areas. Unbeknownst to them, individuals who ventured too far, who went missing from what should be fatal accidents, and even those who have never seen the outside world, are locked in their own personal hell of needles, white walls, bright lights, and pain. Only known as The Lab, this torturous facility experiments on living humans; the younger the better. Taking non-human DNA and splicing it into the human genome is what their scientists are most successful at. Then testing their abilities to the limits. Often only stopping when the mutant was close to death.
Funded by a select few of the government, this Lab has been able to remain functioning out of the public eye and even expand its business to several locations around the country. Workers of the Lab are sworn to absolute secrecy, are watched if they show signs of being disloyal, and are only relived of their posts because of old age or the complete inability to do their jobs. Most are there from the promise of money, not realizing in the beginning what the people actually were that they were hired to guard. Instead of prisoners they found children and young adults. Some seemed normal, until they were seen up close and showed their abnormal features of tails, animal-like ears, different colored skin, eyes, hair, even feathers and scales covering their skin. But once they accepted, they were not allowed to leave.
The higher-ups will do anything to keep their merchandise from being discovered. When malfunctions in the facility happen, enabling the bolder mutants to run away, they are hunted and brought back, dead or alive. But with cities becoming larger, more complex and hi-tech, it is much easier for mutants to hide and guards to get caught by authorities.


Dray
He was finally let out of the dark room. The door was opened and the guards grabbed his arms, and then proceeded to drag him to his cell. He let out a shuddering breath, he hated the dark room, a small cramped space with no light. He had no reason to be scared of that, yet every time he was faced with it, he couldn’t breathe and started to panic.
He was thrown carelessly into his cell and he stumbled, barely catching himself on the edge of his cot before he hit his head on the corner. What was deemed a bed was not that comfortable, and barely fit his body anymore. He eased himself down on the floor and started rubbing his leg muscles that were still cramped and sore. He almost wished he could go to the infirmary; the beds there were softest any of the mutants had felt. Though the healer ladies often said they weren’t the best.
He watched out the bars, observing the guards as they took their posts at random spots in the hallway. It kept his mind off his itchy clothing, the bland grey he saw everyday was a poor match against the bright colors that appeared on the mutants. Early on he realized it was only them because the scientists and guards all looked as bland as their clothing. He hoped he was given a new set of clothes soon, but pants would be best, his current ones were coming up to his ankles.

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Character Portrait: Olek Barrow Character Portrait: Dray

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Olek:

He turned the next page, glaring at the next set of words as he did so. Olek gripped the packet of information with anger and frustration. Usually he was calm and reserved, but sometimes circumstances got the better of him. He got out of his chair as his watch beeped incessantly. Break time was over sadly enough, he calmed himself down and once again wore his calm demeanor.

It was time to look after the prisoners. In his mind a voice corrected the word 'Prisoner' with 'Children.' It depressed Olek to think he had been investing the past seven or so years of his life watching over helpless and exploited individuals. The job paid well, and it provided Olek with information that he had been searching for, for quite some time. Naturally he tried to ignore the guilt. He walked out of the break room, rubbing his eye-patch as he did so. It covered up part of his marred face, but it itched like no tomorrow. He gave a deep and rough sigh as he walked into the hall. Olek knew every face, prisoner and guard included. He knew most of the scientists, but they were the only group that Olek didn't know so much about. He folded the papers in his hands and slipped them gently into his pocket as he stalked down the white halls. The synthetic smell that permeated the air burnt Olek's nostrils as he breathed in deeply. Olek's guard uniform was bland, nothing special. It covered up most of the burn scars, but they were still visible on his right hand.

Olek did his best to avoid bringing attention to his scars, but it was nigh impossible. Plus most of the scientists and higher ups knew about his accident, and how he acted in the line of duty. It granted him a promotion and a lot of respect surprisingly. He continued down the hall until he spotted his usual post for this week. His duties and posts were cycled every week or so. This was to prevent attachments to specific experiments. He usually spent his time in the training wing, and guarding three or four spots through out the facility. Sometimes he was sent away with hand picked squads to track down experiments, but the recent months had been slow, so he naturally just spent his time showing trainees the ropes. He casually walked over to his position to the right of the cell. His weapon was at his side, out of reach from the prisoner. There behind the bars to his cell sat a boy with fiery red hair. This one is usually silent. Olek remarked in his head.

He casually leaned over and observed him with his good eye whilst occasionally scanning nearby cells, along with the halls. His eyes gazed at the boy with red hair. They never talked, never. Different guards for different times, for one reason primarily. Some experiments needed the carrot, whilst others need the stick. He gave the kid a firm nod of acknowledgement, as there really wasn't any excuse for small talk. He was the prisoner, and Olek was the guard. "Stay strong kid." Olek said in his deep gravely voice as he broke eye contact with the boy. Olek tried to keep the cruelty to a minimum, but as far as the scientists and Olek were concerned, he'd kill for his paycheck any day of the week.

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Character Portrait: Gavin (Now Hawke) Character Portrait: Olek Barrow Character Portrait: Dray

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Hawke sat dead center of his room with a hood over his head. This had started out as a way to keep him from fighting the guards. Now, he wore it willingly, and often--where it more or less made true birds sleep, it heightened his sense of hearing. It had taken him weeks to get the guard who came in most often to give him the black leather hood. In his current spot, with the hood on and his eyes shut, he could easily hear down the hall. Granted, he couldn't understand all of the words, but he could recognize voices and tones. Guards spoke or laughed, rambled on about some girl or this one's wife. One that was further away spoke some words of encouragement to a mutant.
There was one problem with having amazing hearing. One of the crueler guards slammed his fist onto a bar, the resulting vibrations giving Hawke a pounding headache. With an angry shout he ripped the hood from his head, one of the clasps getting caught in his hair. Grumbling to himself, he untangled the steel piece and set the hood on his lap, staring off into space.

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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

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ImageMax Bast entered cell block one as most of the inmates were leaving their 'cages,' barring the nocturnal ones of course--It was best to study their habits at night. This was her life now, guarding genetically altered creature people for some shady government subsidiary. It sounded like something straight out of a cheesy YA novel, but it wasn't, it was all too graphically real. She scanned the room quickly, her green eyes, wide and without armor. Her resolve was reminiscent of Babel somehow lately. Collapsing. They're not human... She reminded herself, grip tightening on the holstered gun hanging low on her hip, as if their species was the ultimate excuse for apathy. As if pity became a vestigial emotion after the final transformation of a human body to a genetically modified one. But then again, in that sense, neither am I. She had once considered herself apart from these mutants, these man made freaks, simply because appearance wise, she still maintained a human air. Her body had not been disfigured, not drastically so anyways, but with each passing day, that line seemed to blur before her eyes. What really made her all that different from these poor miserable bastards? The fact that they trusted her with a weapon?

She shook her head, as if trying to shake herself free of those negative thoughts like they were black cobwebs clinging to her mind. She couldn't afford to feel sympathetic. This was the forever sort of gig, there was no backing out and no escape. She really should have read the fine print.


ImageHer gaze lighted over a fellow guard, one she usually tried to keep a distance from. It wasn't like he was the unnecessarily cruel sort, just somewhat intimidating. Well, to be more apt, his scars and disfigurements were intimidating. He was the stony silent type that's rugged war torn appearance spoke leagues. They were working the same schedule today. She raked a hand through her cropped sun bleached hair with a sigh. Olek carried a palpable aura of strength and authority, something Max sorely lacked, but she was still newish here so perhaps she could garner a thing or two from him. She wound her way through the room, making eye contact with no one--her tanned face as smooth and inexpressive as a china dolls, before she found herself next to Barrow. "Morning." She intoned with a voice that broke like dry wood, her usual warm southern lilt hollow and empty. She kept her jaw squared and her gaze ahead on the prisoners.

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Olek:

Olek crossed his arms, as his eye focused on the guard that was banging on cell bars further down the hall. He could feel rage bubbling under the surface of his calm exterior. The guard was walking away from his post, probably cycling out for another guard. Olek would make an example of him later. Riling up the prisoners wasn't good business, if this guard was going out of his way to make things harder for Olek, that's the way he saw it anyways, he was going to take him down a peg or two. Olek stared him down with his good eye just as a young female guard took position at the same cell as himself. Max Bast, new guard. Must have transferred in from somewhere else. Olek was usually given full access to information on all guards, but the files on Bast were primarily secret. "Morning," she said in a stiff emotionless voice. Olek couldn't glean much notable information from the young woman at first glance.

Olek took a mental note of Bast's greeting whilst narrowing his eye at the guard that had banged on some of the bars. Jenkins was his name, as he walked past Olek, his hand snapped at Jenkins with lightning speed. He pulled Jenkins in with his right hand. His grip was firmly locked around the collar of the guard's body armor. Olek gave him an intense gaze full of anger, Jenkins quickly buckled under Olek's negative reaction towards him. "If you're relaxing or napping when I get off of my shift, there's going to be hell to pay." Olek boomed at him in a rough voice. A single bead of sweat trickled down Jenkins' face.

"Got it?" Olek said calmly. Jenkins nodded his head, slightly shaken by Olek's sudden outrage. Olek let go of the slightly frightened guard and nodded towards him. With that the guard sped away, further down the hall, then proceeded to disappear behind the corner.

As he left, Olek turned his gaze to Bast. His good eye sizing her up. Olek was tired, losing some of his edge for the day. He hadn't been sleeping too well, her features blurred together ever so slightly as a result. He rubbed his left eye, gazing into Bast's light green eyes afterward. He was tempted to ask he how someone so young got into a position such as hers, but he thought better of it. None of my business. "Sleep well Bast?" Olek tried his hand at small talk after he broke his gaze away from Bast's. He was no fan of small talk, but it was a good way to size someone up.

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Dray
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He looked up as today’s guard walked up to his cell and stood just off to the side. His scars and demeanor made him look scary. He stood close enough so Dray would know he was there yet placed just right so that no one could get at the weapon he carried. He’d tried it a few times and seen others attempt it. It never ended well and it truly wasn’t worth it to try anymore. He was better off just sitting there and waiting for what happened next.
He wasn’t disappointed as something out of the ordinary happened. The guard made eye contact with him and told him to “stay strong”. Well that’s different… Not many of them spoke to him nicely anymore, a flicker of confusion and curiousness playing across his eyes even though he didn’t outwardly react. It was too contrary to his outward appearance that he was stunned for a few seconds. He almost made him out to be the harsh type, but then again perhaps he was when he needed to be considering Dray currently was no threat to anyone. It seemed like it was going to be an interesting day as yet another guard came; a female headed over, and one of the crueler ones from the other end of the hall, converged in front of his cell.
He decided to just watch what was going to happen since once in a while he could get information and rare occasions extra food for keeping his mouth shut about something. The cruel guard was grabbed by the first, who was obviously his superior by the way he talked and addressed the man who terrorized others. A few choice words in reprimand and the smaller man slinked off quickly.
Dray almost smiled at that, one corner of his mouth rising slightly. Seeing men like that who were sent off with their tails between their legs was always a funny sight and he was followed by chuckles, sneers, and laughs as he left the corridor. The only thing he actually thought was better was when he took one of them down in a training session. He partially wondered why they still bothered with the trainings anymore; perhaps they still believed they could convince him to work for them.
His attention was brought back to the female as she started talking. He didn’t pay much attention to her words though as he couldn’t quite place her tone. She sounded…concerned in a way, almost sad. It didn’t make sense that a guard would feel that way; true some of them were quiet and didn’t beat others without reason, but they never looked sad or tired. Possibly it was the sleep deprivation she had mentioned in the beginning. That had to be it; otherwise she seemed to be the type who would walk through her with a stone cold attitude. Though he saw that in other mutants and knew that meant she could be hiding something.
He watched her closely, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her move and talk. She was different and there was something there that he couldn’t place right away. He got up from his place silently and stepped towards the bars, leaning against the wall near the two to listen in. He doubted they would notice him since he made no sound and they weren’t looking in on him. He would stay there either until they noticed or scientists came to get him again.

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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

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"Believe it or not, this is the most difficult job I've ever been charged with. Try to be careful about who you talk to about stuff like this, the higher ups tend to..... frown upon humane ideals." Olek responded not unkindly. Max was certainly surprised to say the least to hear that admission from her male counterpart. She assumed he'd be all iron and brick, but instead of rough edges, she was finding softness. Today was definitely shaping up to be an odd day, and it was only half over. She nodded curtly and let the corners of her lips pull up fractionally in good faith before she quickly slipped back into professional mode and resumed her ever tedious watch over the prison cells.

Olek was then suddenly flagged down by one of the aforementioned caged creatures with a reckless abandon, and she had to shake her head at the audacity of it. Perhaps they got so used to the abuse, they no longer feared it, but instead welcomed such things. She was in no position to argue semantics, they could treat whomever however they wanted as long as they weren't breaking any rules...which was a far cry from the Max that she used to know, who lived to go against the grain and defy those would seek to control her. The difference was, now she was responsible for enforcing the rules and things always looked differently when you were on the other side of the fence.

A loud feral hiss sounded from behind her, derailing Max's train of thought with a start, her pupils contracted into cat-like slits and hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Her hand immediately flew to her side arm, ready to unholster before she realized the feline growl was resounding from behind a set of steel bars. She sighed with relief, tension bleeding out of her shoulders. "Down kitty, it's not nice to scare people." She quietly admonished, arching a golden brow before her eyes returned to their normal state. She traced the sharp contours of her canine's with her tongue before she recognized that the jaguar wasn't still yowling, that it was her stomach that was still protesting. "Must be feeding time, huh?" She asked rhetorically before returning to Olek's side. "Hey, did you get a schedule this morning? I'm not sure what time it is exactly but should they be getting let out of their cages right around now? Or fed?"

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The two guards were pretty interesting. Much better than the three white walls of the cell that he saw every day and the mutants in the hallways that were always there. The changing shifts of people were the only thing that was of any interest to any of them that were there. It was rare that they were allowed to talk to each other and even if they did they probably didn’t have anything to talk about anyways. As far as he knew this was the only life any of them knew; though he had heard talk that some of them came from outside.
Dray’s rambling thoughts came to a halt as one of the others called out; asking about new clothes. It would be nice if they were given some soon. The itching was starting to bother him on the non-scaled areas of skin. At least the guard was civil enough to say he would ask. Not many would do so, instead yelling at them to be quiet and stop asking useless questions.
The caller’s name was Hawke; he and Dray been in these cells for the same amount of time, though he quickly found out that Hawke was older. He did not move his head to look over, since he was still unsure whether Hawke was friend or foe. He had been in the Games so many times Dray didn’t keep count anymore. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be caught in the Games with him. The scientists probably had no more use for him and intended for him to die. Perhaps they will have to scratch that plan… He had been in the Games only a few times and based off of that he could imagine the skills Hawke had.
One of the felines across the way growled and scared the female guard in front of him. He lifted his head slightly to look towards the pacing cat. He figured she had more animal instinct that person; which tended to happen to those who were tested on when they were a bit older. A growl rose from her stomach and his ached in sympathy. They didn’t get food often and they had all probably learned to ignore the pains when they came.
The female then mentioned food, and possibly letting them out of their cages. He let out a short laugh; the first sound he made all day. She must really have been new if she thought she could let any of them out, especially all at once. Even the ones in the cells with him knew that they only got let out a few at a time at most and heavily were guarded. Not that they would try anything, which would result in immediate death, but even that threat didn’t stop all of them.
He shook his head and started walking around in the small room. It was most likely just ignorance that he was observing. That must be it, unless she was searching for ways to get them out; then her cover might be working well under that guise.
His pacing faltered momentarily as he heard more footsteps; more than was needed for food or new clothes. He looked out and watched as a few started dropping food into cells; except his own and Hawke’s. Instead several guards stood at both cells, opening them and pulling them out. One of them went to Olek, ”Early Games today. Feel free to come and watch.”
Dray risked a glance back at Hawke as they brought him out. Well this isn’t good…

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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

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Edur


Edur liked watching these guards. They still frightened her, but they had a different air about them. Of all the guards Edur had seen come and go, these two had to be her favorite to watch.

Watching them, Edur's attention was drawn to a loud hiss that came from a cell a few down from hers. She pressed her face to the bars to get a better look at the angry mutant.

Edur had seen this mutant few times, but from what she could tell Edur wanted to stay away from her. Shivering from the thought of meeting her in The Games her gray eyes turned back to the guards. The interesting female mentioned food and almost on cue more guards came in and dropped food into almost all the cells.

She ignored it for now, instead watching two mutants being dragged out. One guard turned to the interesting man, telling him that the games would be early today.

Edur whimpered at those words and sent a sympathetic look to the red head who would be forced to participate. She hated The Games, even if she had only been in it a few times. Mutants forced to fight each other, coming back bloody or dead. One day, Edur knew, she'd go into The Games and not come out.

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Character Portrait: Gavin (Now Hawke) Character Portrait: Olek Barrow Character Portrait: Max Bast Character Portrait: Kisa Character Portrait: Dray

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Olek:

Olek stood at attention, once again drifting away to his thoughts. He had a new batch of rookies to show the ropes. He'd probably do some hand-to-hand training after this. After that he'd probably head back to the barracks, get some shut eye. Jenkins was going to sleep on the floor tonight. Olek couldn't wait to tell him. He almost chuckled thinking about it. Bast had an exchange of words with the large cat in one of the near by cells. He was pretty proud of how she handled it. His interest was peaked for a few moments, but proceeded to be swept away by his disinterested demeanor.

He continued his stalwart scanning of the halls. After a few moments Bast spoke up again. "Hey, did you get a schedule this morning? I'm not sure what time it is exactly but should they be getting let out of their cages right around now? Or fed?" Olek shook his head and was just about to explain what the correct procedure was when a pair of guards approached. Olek closed his mouth and eyed them both.

”Early Games today. Feel free to come and watch.” The one in front of him spoke as they marched to respective prisoners out of their cells. Olek raised his left eye brow. Calmly Olek looked at the one with red hair, then the one with the hood. He looked back at the guards and gave a grunt of approval and waved them off. Olek made no move to follow them. He was going to stay and watch over the prisoners. He looked over at Bast for a few moments wondering if she would go watch the 'games'. Olek personally didn't watch any of them. He did his job, nothing more. He was rarely ever stationed at the games. He only went when they were short on guards. True it was important to see what the prisoners were capable of, but Olek preferred to spend his time elsewhere.

Today's shaping up to be a long day. Olek understood the purpose of the 'games,' but it was very brutish for a coalition of scientists to implement. There had to be more effective ways to observe combat effectiveness. Either way Olek wasn't paid to think. He was paid to watch and act when necessary.

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Character Portrait: Gavin (Now Hawke) Character Portrait: Dray

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Hawke's cheerful mood at finding kinder, more sympathetic guards, ones who cared (to some extent at least) was ruined as he listened to food being passed out. Instead of a tray being brought in, his door was opened. He knew before he was hefted to his feet and dragged along like the drowsy thing related to birds they believed him to be: The Games had come early, and it was his turn again. He pulled off his hood with his free hand, glowering at the guard. This wasn't Hawke the prisoner, not as they led him out. The man that spoke was one just shy of a killer.
"I know the way, and that stupid speech about us running being helpless. Let go of my arm. Now." He growled every word, each syllable a heartless snarl that made his own bones go cold. He couldn't allow himself to feel. Not now. There was something odd about this Games. He hadn't done anything to piss anyone off-- this time. Dray, the other they dragged down the hall, was also pretty quiet from what he could tell. Neither had spoken, but if rumor was anything, this kid was as dangerous as Hawke was. Perhaps more.
With an annoyed growl at the guard who still hadn't let go, he dragged the fool along, his senses dead to the punch that struck his side. He moved closer to the other mutant. Whether to size him up or try and make an ally of him, he hadn't decided yet. "Wonder who pissed them off. They're at least two weeks early..." He spoke softly, his voice still so angry it was dead. Still holding the hood, he rubbed at the homemade necklace unconsciously. Something isn't right... Who do they want dead...? That was the only reason he could think of for the Games to be held this early. What could be so dangerous that they wanted to kill it before it became a threat to the Scientists?

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Chris Sat by the bars of his cells making absolutely sure to keep an eye on the two guards, most of them couldn't be trusted and he liked to stay alert whenever they were about. Which was pretty much all the time. He listened to them talk carefully, and what he heard left him pleasantly surprised and a tad confused. As they spoke they seemed kinder, and gentler then most of the other guards and they even came to the defense of one of the other mutants! These two seemed to have the decency to treat the other mutants with something that resembled either common decency or pity. He couldn't quiet tell which though. These two were certainly unique as far as other guards went. Chris decided that he would still keep a cautious eye on them but he'd be sure to treat them with far more respect than the others.

Chris smiled and gave a sigh of relief when food was finally brought into the cells. He had smelt the food as soon as the guards had stepped foot into the cells. When they came to his cell and left the food he practically jumped at it! He was starving, though the slope that they were usually fed was far from appetizing, it was still food and they didn't get fed enough as it was so he made sure to enjoy what he had. As he was eating however more guards passed by his cell this time leading away two mutants. It must be time for the Games. He looked at the two who were meant to fight each other, Dray and Hawk. He didn't know much about Dray other than him being extremely quiet. Hawk however he had heard of and if what he heard was true than Dray would have a tough time ahead of him. Chris felt rather bad for both Dray and hawk though he was far more relieved that he wasn't chosen to fight in the next game. He looked at both the mutants as they passed with worried eyes, he hoped at least one of them would be okay, though that wasn't very likely. "Good luck." He made sure to speak soft enough that the gaurds wouldn't hear him but he was certain at least one of the other mutants would. Most of them had stronger hearing than normal humans and he was very aware that Hawk's hearing was extremely potent.

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"Early Games today. Feel free to come and watch.” Max's stomach rolled. She had had the displeasure of baring witness to these brutal displays of combat study already. It made her sick. There had to be other ways to collect data, to study the predatory effectiveness of the mutants, right?

The poor pitiful souls that were hauled from their holding cells hardly protested, only mildly irritated it seemed. For these creatures, this never ended unless it ended in death. Their agony always eventually numbed and all the tortures became mundane. They started to laugh at their captors, which pushed the scientists and guards to invent new games to play with them, but the mutants never were impressed. Arguably the worst part of their existence had to be the boredom, the pain became so unreal, but the routine was always the same. Max believed that was the genius of the torture, the repetition of it. It must of been like waiting in line and every time they made it to the front, they got thrown to the back like a domino.

Max turned to Olek and grimaced. "I'm going to go...watch." She confessed, nerves rattled but maintaining her composure. "They might need an extra set of hands if any of these guy's try something...it can get pretty violent-they panic and-" She let her words trail off into implication, he knew the lengths some of these mutants might go to to try and escape, to avoid their inevitable death. Anyone would, human and mutant alike.

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There were things going on around her, and yet, Kisa could only think of food. She was drooling by the time they got to her cell, and... Finally! Unperturbed by the sight of dead fish, mixed in with... Leftover Mutant parts? She hesitated when she saw the human hand and what look looked to be the head of a mutated head of a bird. She was frozen only for a second, and yet, the battle in her head felt like it took forever. In the end, the hungry jaguar won.

She forcibly let go of her humanity, embracing the predator side of herself and threw herself at the pile of food. She tore it apart, scattering the fish in her cell, and ate the smaller fish whole, gulping them down. In not time at all, the fish--and the mutant parts-- was gone. She licked her lips, and her skin seemed to move like a ripple in the water and then her fur fell off in clumps and patches to reveal human skin. Her skull, shoulders and hips, cracking as if breaking. This was the part when she moaned in agony, feeling the pain of her skeleton changing, her bones breaking themselves apart to reattach at certain places, shrinking and twisting themselves to form her human skeleton. Her muscles either tearing or shrinking, both actions causing her to moan a bit louder. The transformation from Jaguar to Human, hurt more than it did to change from Human to Jaguar... and it always took longer.

When the transformation ended, Kisa was naked and cold. She didn't mind it, and she didn't care. It was something she got over along time ago, but still, without a fur coat she quickly changed into her clothes.

When that was done, she realized that she felt satisfied... for the moment... She growled at herself for deciding to go human, as she just noticed that Dray and Hawke were being taken to the arena for the Games. Being in her weakest form while the games were going on, was definitely NOT a comforting idea. Despite that, she stayed in her human form and continued her pacing.

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He frowned slightly as he was jostled down the hallway, the guard’s grip too tight and unnecessary. He let out an inhuman growl at the man and he loosened only slightly. There wasn’t really much of a point to resisting, all of them had weapons and all he had were his fists. He guessed Hawke’s thinking wasn’t along the same lines as he began dragging his guard along with him. The taller male came up next to him, ”Wonder who pissed them off. They’re at least two weeks early…” He shrugged in response.
There were only a few reasons that they would reschedule the Games. One of the mutants pissed them off or an experiment went wrong and whoever they were going to face was too deadly to be left alive. If the later were true then what ever happened must require them to use, and sacrifice, some of their strongest inhabitants. Considering neither of them had gone through experiments recently perhaps he or Hawke pissed someone off. It was possible, Hawke always talking out at the guards, asking things, talking back; and him in training, beating up the guards, taking down some of their best. Maybe I am the one they don’t want left alive…. It’s quite possible he had improved enough but because he was not loyal they had no more use for him.
If that was the case then Hawke was the instrument of his demise. By the sound of his voice he was probably already sizing him up, determining how we would best kill him. Dray wasn’t going to go down without a fight, for now he would let him think he was prey. Hawke was old by Lab standards anyway; he probably wanted out of here more than he did. He would give that to him, find his weaknesses early then strike him down; he wouldn’t let the Lab get rid of him so easily.
He kept his demeanor small as they headed down into the holding cells that opened into the large pit. He kept his gaze fleeting, and nervous, Hopefully he thinks I’ll be an easy target…go for me last and give me time to watch…
He heard the door slam shut and click to signal it was locked. He could already hear the yelling and jeering of the guards that had come to watch. Nearly everyone would be here. Most areas were left unsecured and even most of the scientists came so they could observe the winner’s tactics and abilities and figure out how to improve mutants that are similar to the losers’. It would only be a few minutes now. All he had to do was wait for the barred door to slide open. He could already feel his hands shifting. The bones elongating and thickening into large clawed hands covered in red scales.

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Hawke frowned, glancing at Dray as he was dragged off. He was confused; he had heard about this kid being formidable, and here he was acting like prey. Like he didn't know the first thing about fighting. Had it been luck? Or maybe it was acting. No matter. He'd find out in a few minutes.

I hope I don't have to kill you kid... I really do.... He often heard the younger, more human mutants whispering something to an "oh lord", whoever that was. 'Have mercy' and 'Please, get me of of here' were the most common. In a way, they got their wishes: their deaths were swift, painless. Usually by his own hand; most of the older ones weren't so easily swayed by mere words.These words, spoken so softly....

Perhaps there was something to it. Maybe a strong telepathic mutant, maybe the lost minds of those ones who died. Since he'd learned enough words to think his thoughts fully, he'd thought as "loudly" as he could: Whoever you are... Get us out of here. Don't allow them to make us fight any longer. And if I must fight, allow my hands to be swift, my mind blank. Allow their deaths to be as quick as possible. Find us an escape where we survive through all of this..... Should I die, let me see the sun again.... Just like now, he always ended his thoughts with that; vague, blurry memories of playing in green grass, staring up at a bright blue sky... He longed for that, more than anything else. Dead or alive, he wanted to feel that afternoon warmth, one last time...

Hawke snarled as the door shut and the yelling began. Forcing his emotions to be dead once more, he pulled the hood back over his head. Normally he didn't need it in the Games. He had a feeling, this time he'd need all the focus it could give him. He slowly, with a deadly single-mindedness, tightened each clasp so the hood fit over his eyes. He tucked his head down, shifted his stance to spring forward the minute the door to the arena opened.

As the cheers and calls and insults belted got louder, he waited for the bloodbath to begin.

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The crowd was getting louder as the excitement and tension built. Dray could hardly stand still as the anticipation grew. His hands had turned into what looked like monster claws; his nails were now black claws and his hands were more paw-like and covered in the dark red scales that were slowly going up his arms.

A bell sounded and the doors in front of them slid open. The arena was littered with random rubble and structures he had no names for; placed there in order for there to be somewhat of a challenge and show rather than straight hand to hand combat. Dray dashed forward towards the rumble. Quickly finding a vantage point, he crouched down to watch the other three that came out as quickly as he did.
He easily saw the other two that came out and watched them. One was small and frightened looking; with an intake of breath he could deduce it was sick. He sympathized only slightly, pushing his feelings down to ignore the guilt he would feel later. He then focused on the next one. He was large, parts of his body disfigured and molded into partial animal limbs. He was taller and bigger than Dray and Hawke combined. His eyes a bright red and let out an animalistic growl as he sniffed around and headed his way.
Guess that solves part of the question…. This one was too feral for the scientists to wait another two weeks to send in. There was no telling how strong he was, what abilities he had, or if he and Hawke could take him down.
The creature smashed into the rubble to his left and he dashed out of the way. On his way he slashed out and cut into the large man’s thigh. A roar sounded behind him and he knew he was being followed. He weaved his way into the rubble and watched the lumbering creature slowly smash his way through. The wound he gave was already starting to heal and stitch itself back together.
He frowned and quickly moved into another section before he was stuck beneath debris. He let his body start shifting the rest of the way, ignoring the aches and pains that came with the changing of his body. His frame became bulkier, bones and muscles enlarging, scales spreading down his body and the freshly formed tail of pure muscle. His face shifted and he shook it back and forth as it finished changing, wings sprouting from his back just as the large man’s fists came smashing down on his long neck.

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Hawke launched from the door at the bell, listening to the resulting racket to get an idea of where he was. Not that much changed in the Arena. His focus was on finding the highest ground possible and attack from above, where his speed had a better advantage. He had found a high point, and was about to dive onto the sick one when a furious roar caught his attention. The other mutant was huge, at least three times his size. And it was after Dray--He could only tell that's who it was by the fact that neither of the others were him. He sounded larger than he normally was, still smaller than the Fourth though. The giant, malformed beast was injured by Dray's attack, and pissed off. As Dray's bones creaked audibly from the shift, the creature brought its giant claws down over him. With a groan at the boy's brave but idiotic behavior, he left the weakling alone and dove at the Fourth's head with a running start. He gripped tight and swung his legs; its head was as big as his own torso. He clung for dear life as he forced it to stagger sideways. Enraged, the beast turned toward him.

"Dray! Don't you know you take weak prey down first? That way, you expend very little energy, leaving plenty for you to use to rip apart the Prize! Doing it in reverse can get you killed!" His voice didn't sound like him, even to his own ears. He was bloodthirsty now, completely in the brutal game. "Come on!!!!!" He roared at the beast, shifting his weight so he could move more quickly either to his left or forward. To the right was a wall. Backward would land him on his back, wide open. His abilities didn't work on any of those here. He relied on his movements and actions alone, Hawke the killer instead of Hawke the mutant.

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Max approached the melee with caution, it was irrelevant that she--along with all the other nonprisoners, scientists and guards alike--were safely advantaged up on the catwalk-like upper level, watching the bloodshed below. Her caution was not born out of fear of the transgenics battling it under her feet, but her 'comrades' filling in at her side. On her left stood a severe-looking woman with a pinched nose and jet black hair cut very close to the scalp. Her eyes were sharp and hard, filled with a pitiless intellect. There was no compassion, no mercy in that cold gaze. She was donned in a freshly pressed white labcoat and scrawled down notes on a clipboard, presumably taking some kind of tallied score.

To Max's right stood another guard. His light brown hair was short and neatly trimmed. His face was bland, neither plain nor handsome, but there was a hardness to his clear blue eyes that spoiled the illusion. This was no fresh-faced kid right out of college, for all that he looked the part. Life had hardened him already; worn away the soft edges until there was nothing left inside but his fanatical desire to prolong the suffering of others he saw as less human than he. He was dressed all in black. Black cargo pants, clingy black long-sleeved turtleneck, black Kevlar vest, black utility belt, black weapons-he bristled with weapons. Everything was black, right down to his belt buckle. Outwardly, he didn't look totally unlike Max herself....‘Commando Barbie and Assassin Ken,’ Max thought mockingly. ‘Set comes with body armor and assorted weapons. Army sold separately.’

“The animals will never go back on the leash,” The woman, the scientist, informed Assassin Ken confidently, obviously continuing a conversation Max had missed the beginning of. “They’ve broken their conditioning. They can no longer be controlled by their handlers. Therefore we cannot trust them. We have no choice now but to clean house.” He raised his M16A2 Rifle he had cradled between his hands. "Wouldn't this just be much easier?" He asked, finger itching to take the trigger. The scientist shook her head. "Perhaps, but nothing can be learned that way. Besides, do you not enjoy the games? I know you must, you've seen just about every one." His returning reply was a wicked and malicious grin. "The only problem with your games is you don't let the guards participate..." His gaze fell on Max in between them who kept her eyes trained forward. "What do you think, Rookie? Would you sign on to play the games? You're like part freak yourself, right?" She shrugged, faking a nonchalance she didn’t feel. She pulled her usual sardonic mask over her features like a blackout curtain and stiffened her spine, both figuratively and literally. She was a soldier; she would not flinch from a figurative firing squad. "I'd only play if they pitted me against you, but that wouldn't really be much of a challenge." He sneered as she turned heel and left the arena, she could stomach no more of the violent display nor the onlookers whooping and cheering, or simply looking down on the mutants with indifference.

Once out in the hall, she began to pace--her stalking looking decided catlike. She was going to Hell for sure. How could she allow for this to go on? A little voice inside her head took the bait and began to argue, playing devil's advocate. Allow? It's not like I'm in control here. There is nothing I can do to stop it. Her conscience battled back. Really, nothing? Are you sure or simply too scared to try? Max's jaw hardened with resolution. Ah Hell. She snapped. Max raced down the empty corridor, headless of the creatures looking on curiously from their cages. There was not another guard in sight, and that boded well for her plan. She banked a hard right and found herself in standing in front of a door that lead down into the bowls of this place, where the boiler room and generators hid. It was completely unguarded, which really if you thought about it, was rather cocky of them seeing that most of the cages were electronically locked and if they lost power, the cages would pop right open. Disastrous.

ImageMax swung open the door and peered inside to see a narrow spiral staircase that led down into pitch black. The stairwell was made of meshed metal so she could see through the steps to the floor below. She made her decent hastily, sure to pull the door closed behind her as she went, enveloping her in total darkness. It sure was a good thing she had night-vision, she thought idly as she found the bottom floor. Walls were lined with generators and back up generators in case a rolling power outage struck. She'd have to flip them all. The switches themselves were huge, not something pre-mutated Max probably could have tackled alone, but she was stronger now and she, one by one, systematically threw the heavy levers down, not giving herself anytime to think through the repercussions of her actions if she was caught or even what came next. Once finished, she envisioned the panic that must have been ensuing upstairs in the black, cages creaking open, mutants set loose. They'd figure out what went wrong soon enough, so she raised her gun and proceeded back up to face the music. It was time to make an escape.

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He gasped and nearly fell over from the impact and readied for a second one. He could take a few hits until he got his bearings. He had braced himself for another blow but the giant stumbled backwards. "Dray! Don't you know you take weak prey down first? That way, you expend very little energy, leaving plenty for you to use to rip apart the Prize! Doing it in reverse can get you killed!" He frowned and looked up at Hawke who was wrapped around the neck of the beast.
The idiot was going to get smashed that way. He had heard that Hawke was swift in his killings, taking out all the weak ones first. His tail flicked in irritation and confusion, he thought Hawke would have killed the other with the ample time he had given him to do so; and there was no reason for him to want to help him in any way.
He coiled back almost like a snake and launched forward onto the wall then pushed off hard so he slammed into the side of the large man to knock him sideways. His claws dug into the soft flesh of his midsection. Feeling the blood flow between his claws he moved up to the beasts throat, ready to strike while he thrashed and tried to club him down. He ducked as a fist nearly came at his head and hit Hawke.
His tail slammed into Hawke’s side, pushing him out of the way of the thrashing and sending him crashing into the smaller mutant. He twinged slightly and turned his attention back to mutant that was now only about twice his size instead of four. He strike at his neck, his jaws closing around the soft tissue, teeth piercing and he felt the warm blood rush into his mouth. The beast let out a roar of pain and tried to get back up but Dray held tight and clawed at his chest and stomach, forcing the beast to stumble and fall onto its back.

All of a sudden the lights flickered and a whirring sound he didn’t realize was there stopped. The large man had stopped struggling, instead gasped and wheezed his final breaths as Dray looked up at the lights above them that were starting to turn off and the many suddenly panicked voices of the guards.
There was rushing, yelling and the lights completely went out, leaving them in the dark. An alarm sounded and some emergency lights turned on, a red glow tinting everything around Dray. The Games were forgotten for now as guards flooded out of the viewing areas. There was talk of getting to high secured areas, orders for everyone to get to the cells that had opened.
Dray looked over at Hawke, now would have been the perfect time to take him out. He was distracted and there was chaos; he didn’t know if he would be able to tell his surroundings so well with all the noise. He started to stalk forward and paused as the doors out of the pit slid open, the electronic locks off and leaving their way wide open.

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Hawke couldn't quite keep up as Dray launched into another attack; he was flung backward into the sickly mutant, both of them hitting the wall. He landed hard against the other with a sickening crunch. With a groan and a wince, he pulled himself out from under the dying creature. The terrified thing wheezed and coughed, crawling weakly along the wall. Hawke got to his feet, overtaking the poor mutant in two strides. Before he had a chance to yell or protest, or otherwise screw with Hawke's conscience, he grabbed the creature's neck and twisted it hard. He shuddered at the limp weight in his hands for a few moments before realizing two things.

The first was that the giant had stopped roaring. An odd squeaking, wheezing sound took its place for a few breaths, then all was silent. Well... Almost; the second thing that he realized was that the guards were leaving. He hadn't noticed before, but alarms were going off, and there were cries to get to the high security areas. He ripped the hood off his head as quickly as he could, but there was no change in his vision; the lights had gone out. He whipped around to look at Dray, who had stalked closer but was now watching the electronic doors slide open. "Oh Lord" Heard me? Confused but with no reason to distrust this new event with the guards hurrying elsewhere, he took off running toward it the open doors. This was his chance to see the Sun again, to run in grass and in the wind.

It was important though, somehow, that he not be the only one. That thought made him skid to a stop and look at the dragon. "Come on Dray. We don't have time to kill each other right now. We have a chance to leave this place; I'm taking it, and anyone who'll trust me enough to follow." For the first time since his cell opened, there was emotion in his voice. Hope, excitement, fear, there were too many going through his head for him to process." You can kill me later, if you think you need to. Hell, I'll lay down flat and let you."

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He could only stare at the doors for a moment. There were no guards on the other side, there was no yelling or prodding for him to go through or to stay, and Hawke had stopped his run towards them to look back at him. Come on Dray. We don't have time to kill each other right now. We have a chance to leave this place; I'm taking it, and anyone who'll trust me enough to follow." There were emotions in his voice that he hadn’t heard before. He didn’t know what they were but the only thing he could pick out was a type of excitement and fear along with it. But it wasn’t an excitement like the guards usually express.
" You can kill me later, if you think you need to. Hell, I'll lay down flat and let you." His head tilted slightly at his words. He wants to die…? Then why would he bother trying to run away. He didn’t know what was out there; it could be worse than being in here. But ones from the outside always tried to leave and go back; they ended up the most broken.
He glanced between him, the open doors, the running guards, then nodded his head. His brushed his snout in the dirt to stop the blood from the giant from dripping and leaving a trail. After a moment he rushed forward, dipping his head and scooping up Hawke with his snout. Any spines or horns that would have harmed in the process had been cut and filed down to stumps, allowing him to move and slide into a position that was comfortable.
He ran through the open doors, ducking his head and wings in order to fit somewhat smoothly, only scraping into the sides and his shoulders and hips. He looked around and heard footsteps from nearly every direction though none of the guards were in sight. He had seen a few exit doors before and tried to remember where they were. He wouldn't doubt that guards were going to be guarding them soon. With cells unlocking and chaos everywhere, there was a good chance mutants would make their escape. Just like they were. Eventually they would remember that they left the two of them in the arena and come back for them. Once they found that they were no longer in the area they would start a search.
He glanced briefly at Hawke to make sure he was fine on his back then he bounded down the hallway, hoping that there wasn’t a group of guards around the corner. He already knew he might have to go through several just tog et out the door.

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Hawke relaxed only slightly as Dray nodded, getting rid of the giant's blood that smeared the dragon's snout.He'd been about to take off running again when he found himself on Dray's back. He pointed out clear pathways as the dragon ran, his own ears catching even the faintest of the guards' voices. As they got closer to the door, he became confused; the guard he had talked to earlier was headed toward them from another hall. He could hear the footsteps, too heavy for any of the mutants this way, but not quite so heavy as the other guards'. With him were at least two others, these mutants. He tapped on one of Dray's scales.

"Someone's coming. I think it's Guard Barrow. He's got others with him, not guards. Think he might be helping?" It seemed stupid to him for one of the guards, one of the two kinds of people here mutants desperately wanted to get away from, to be helping. Perhaps this was that mysterious "Oh Lord's" work once more. Or more likely mere coincidence.... Without waiting for the Dragon to answer, He called out, as quietly as he could while still being heard.

"'Hoy, Barrow!"


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"There we go... See? Good as new." Aileen smiled at the little girl she'd stumbled upon. The sweet kid had tripped and scraped her knee, not enough to bleed although a thin layer of skin had been shredded away and her jeans had ripped. That hadn't mattered to the girl though; she'd wailed like it was the end of the world. Aileen had taken her to a bench and gave it a quick "cleaning" with her bottle of water, making quick and easy work of the minor cut. She glanced around and found a woman hurrying toward them: the girl's mother.With a smile, she pointed her out to the girl, who took off running like nothing had happened. As they left, she retied her hair and picked up her bag. She was supposed to help out at a clinic today; if it weren't for her ability, she'd be in school like she'd first planned. But even the safest hospitals and med schools were dangerous. She had to tread carefully, couldn't reveal herself out right. That'd be too great a risk, she'd be too easy to find that way. With a longing sigh, she kept walking. You'll find a way to help soon. Grandmother did, you just have to be patient. She and Grandfather told you everything you needed to know. Why they did it so close to death, I don't know. Maybe to protect me...? If so... From what? She didn't understand what was so dangerous about using her ability, about helping people with it. It was just good she also knew "normal" methods....

She was so lost in thought, she smacked right into a pole.

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Max wound her way up the spiraling stair case with great trepidation, her breath bated. She could hear snippets of chaos reigning from the other side of the closed door, see a red slash of light peaking out from underneath it-winking every so often from a racing pair of feet. It was time to face the music, now or never. She could not wait till someone came for her. Max pushed open the door with the heel of her hand, and stepped out into the madness. The red warning light cast an eerie glow over the whole of the space, appropriately so. It was like something out of a horror film, where the antagonist showed up at the end of the hall with an ax in hand, bathed in the red luminescence of the exit sign like it was blood to let the movie goers know, that dude right there was the villain. Max didn't consider herself the villain of this piece...but some lab workers might have. Suddenly another guard careened around the corner, frantic, and spotted her; his eyes catching hers for a brief moment before recognition settled in. It was assassin Ken, and he could pinpoint a guilty party when he saw one. There went her plan to pretend she was first on the crime scene.

He lurched forward, running at her with an impressive amount of intent. Why he didn't simply raise his gun and pull the trigger she could never have been sure, perhaps it was ego. Perhaps it was just so he could take her down the way most violent offenders did, messily and prolonged. She imagined his inner monologue featured comments such as, "Figures the halfbreed would try and free her own, mix up their DNA and you scramble their priorities. I'm gonna enjoy this." This was the beginning of her soon to be long drawn out battle for freedom, freedom to liberate those whom she had helped oppress. This singular fight was like when you were a kid, and you knew it was going to rain, so you'd sit and watch the pavement for that first dark spatter of water on the blacktop. This was just being able to pinpoint which raindrop hit the ground first before the flood waters fell.

It was so bizarre, how fighting felt now versus how it had felt before her transformation. Her additional DNA gave her the sensation that this was supposed to be a familiar action, as natural and unconscious as breathing and that was how it felt despite her lack of application over the years. Natural, because it was her nature. She was a predator. Assassin Ken, she still did not know his real name, was arrogant and cocksure. The kind of arrogance that came from going up against nothing but weakened and debilitated mutants for so long; disposable baddies-of-the-week easily taken down with a few well-placed punches or a smack from the butt of his riffle.

Slinging her riffled over her shoulder, Max darted forward and met Ken in the middle of the hall. She immediately caught his arm at the wrist and yanked hard, throwing him off balance. He recovered quickly though, turning the fall into a dive, he caught her around the knees and tackled her to the ground. Max went down hard, hitting the floor on her stomach. He attempted to climb on top of her to pin her to the ground, but Max brought her arms up and out, breaking his hold with too much ease. Using her legs for leverage, she flipped him over her head, and made a grab for him but Ken rolled smoothly out of the way and back to his feet. Max arched her back into a bridge and flipped herself upright, her eyes practically burning with white hot thirst. They circled warily, on alert for the smallest opening. Max spotted one and feinted to the left and then lunged. Unfortunately they had both discovered the opening at the same time and collided, grappling with arms and legs as they tussled for dominance. Snagging a fistful of his shirt, Max dropped her weight backwards, and tossed him over her shoulder. He landed flat on his back, wind knocked out of his lungs. She pulled the gun off of her back and slammed the butt into his head with a dizzying amount of force. He was out cold. "Hope you enjoyed the games, lets play again real soon." She told his unconscious figure before turning and advancing down the hall with haste, there was no time to spare, not even really for witty one-liners.

It was there she nearly ran smack into a pair of mutants, two that had been chosen to participate in the games earlier. They had escaped. "You two, with me. We are getting the fuck out of this Hell hole." She ordered, hoping they wouldn't think she was trying to pull the wool over their eyes. "Exit's this way." She gestured with her head, eyes sweeping behind them with a fine toothed comb.

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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: Chris Baxter

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Olek trudged through the hall with his pistol forward and his rifle slung onto his back. Close quarters with an assault rifle generally wasn't a good idea unless you were approaching a long hall. Corners were perfect for one's sidearm. Once he was pressed up against the turn in the hall, he poked his head around the corner. "Hoy, Barrow!" a voice called to him further down the hall from around the corner. He picked the voice out as Hawke's. He was just about to turn the corner to give them the same speech he had given the three escapees behind himself. Before he could, he heard another very familiar voice. "You two, with me. We are getting the fuck out of this Hell hole. Exit's this way." Bast.

In a weird way, it didn't surprise him that she was pulling this stunt too. Olek tapped his pistol against the side of his head. He had to make the decision to trust her here and now. It was either going to end with all of them walking out, or one less flipped guard walking out. There simply was no scenario where there was an in-between. He cursed under his breath and prepared to leave the safety of his cover.

Olek put his sidearm into his holster, and proceeded to pull out his rifle. "If for whatever reason bullets start flying in these halls, get to the ground." Olek growled as he turned the corner with his rifle ready. "I'll cover your retreat. Head to Bast, and the other two people with her. I'll be right behind the three of you." Now on the other side of the corner, and within eyesight of Bast. He switched his radio to close proximity frequency, opening up a private channel with Bast's ear piece. "Not much time to explain, get the others out of the perimeter. You cover the front, I'll cover the back." He spoke quickly yet strangely in a calm tone at the same time.

The guard should be entering cell block A right about now. They'd be aware of the doors that were opened and would put two and two together rather quickly. He had his rifle ready, the first guard that showed up behind the group was going to have a bad day. Olek occasionally glanced back whilst back peddling behind the group.