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"You know what? Why don't you shut up?!" Jazz yelled back, not really caring that it was the lamest comeback ever. She had to get out of her cell before inspection.

 

 

"I'm not really hungry..." Nervana said, defaulting back to her biggest excuse to stay in bed as she leaned her head on the white table.

 

 

((Short post is short..... Sorry.... I'm going as a hitchhiker for Halloween. Like, from A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy))

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(( Amazing costume. Sorry, Pinkie, but I hate when I'm drawn into any sort of factual report without prior consent. ))

 

Michael moved toward the mess hall, knowing the Menzak would be there by his side as he walked.

 

The mess hall was an enormous area, filled to the brim (at any time of the day) with hungry prisoners looking for a meal. The food in the outer and middle rings was normally pretty good. The food in the center ring.. well, it was normally the scraps of the upper rings.

He knew which seat he wanted. He headed towards it, Menzak in tow. It was a seat separate from the rest of the hustle and bustle. It was also his seat for drop-offs.

Of course Michael wasn't entirely innocent. He and Menzak were the leaders of his own personal prison gang. He didn't enjoy violence but that didn't mean he wasn't aware of it. Still, normally his drop offs were notes which told certain members of the gang their duties for the week.

As he sat down, he quickly slapped the note underneath his seat, concealing it so that it looked like a torn napkin. As he did so, he expertly pulled the note from his gang from under the seat, immediately pushing it into his hip pocket.

He acted as if he had done nothing and turned to Menzak.

"So, I'll go grab our food." he said, getting up.

 

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Within a minute, he had returned, bearing a tray of well-cooked edible looking bits, and a tray of what appeared to be raw meat.

"You have an admirer." Michael grinned as he sat down, pointing at the counter.

A very slender and feminine-looking Venoza waved at him from the counter, then turned back to her work.

"You lucky censorkip.gif***." Michael swore, chuckling.

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Menzak

 

Menzak looked over to where Michael pointed as he accepted his tray of meat. He didn't recognize her at all, so he assumed that she was somewhat new to the prison. In response, he straightened up and extended his neck to show off his brightly colored scales. Female Venoza always liked brightly colored males. This was one of the reasons he hated the yellow uniform he was forced to wear though, as it made his yellow scales blend in instead of standing out.

"So what's the news?" Menzak asked, still showing off his scales in case the female turned back around. "Anything bad?"

When Michael first invited him to his gang, Menzak was rather sceptical. He wanted nothing to do with gangs any more, but Michael convinced him since the gang was not violence orientated. Instead, they tried to collect cards to help people.

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Xen watched the proceedings of the prison 'gang' across the way. Her tail swishing back and forth as she watched them. An interesting group, trying to collect cards for those less fortunate. She needed those cards, so unless she wanted to mar her 'perfect' prisoner record, she would sit and wait. She picked at her food, intentionally eating slowly. She took notes about each of them -mentally of course, the guards wouldn't dare let a Zoran, much less a Western Zoran have any. It would be easy for them to plot out guard patrols, a prison hierarchy, and also they had no idea what a Western Zoran was trained to do in case of imprisonment.

Xen found it funny that she had been given the chance to become a Western Zoran guard, when she hated rules. Well, hate was a strong word. She disliked the near religious way they went about obeying rules. She enjoyed the Corps though. Lots of ways to interpret different rules there. Her Father suggested that she become a politician and bargain for Eastern Zoran rights once.

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Flague saw a tiny whole in the wall and poked one and a half eyes through it, looking at the other prisoner. Ha, humans.... Flague examined her cell for any cards he could try to steal, he couldnt see any in plain sight so he said "You wanna trade for anything? I could use a screwdriver made out of anything, or wire... I'll give you as many shop cards as you could dream of!" Flague was bluffing of course, but it was a human. He could easily outsmart this person.

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Each detail of the cell that contained him had been imprinted into his memory, from the list of 'Commandments' displayed on direct centre of the rear wall that skewed an aggravating thirteen degrees to the right, to the fold of the threadbare blanket adorning the thin wedge of material not even meriting the label of a mattress that he was required to use as a bed. A single large box was situated under the material covered slab of concrete jutting from the wall, in sight of anyone who deigned to glance into the confines of his world. Within the box rested his supply of food, shower and laundry cards as well as his toiletries. Each stack of cards is counted twice before he so much as thought to retire for the night. For someone with such a chaotic history, Varan Carinata prided himself on keeping an immaculate cell, if only to effortlessly distinguish when someone rifled through his meagre possessions. It would be difficult he supposed, for anyone to steal from him, bearing in mind that he rarely left the boundaries of the four walls around him, only leaving for showers and health examinations. That didn't stop him from being suspicious, one had to be wary of even the slightest changes, so not to be left in the dust when something occurred. Life in the Inner Ring was like that, one miserable day of existence after the other.

 

News filtered through from the Middle Ring on occasion, no doubt altered by the time it reached his ears. It was amusing at times, to hear of an Outer Ring inmate venturing to the depths of the facility just to purchase an item, and wind up dead for the sheer audacity of such an endeavour. Whether the Warden intentionally built this legendary 'Shop' in such a place that required passing through the Inner Ring, Varan would never know. Nevertheless, it sure made for fascinating gossip, not that he'd ever behave in a way that such conversation held a fraction of interest to the likes of him. It made him reminisce the old days, where nary a thing could stop him, if not for that blasted man he once considered a trusted comrade. With a heavy sigh that sounded akin to a hiss, Varan set to organising the small pile of yellow clothes deemed mandatory apparel for a male Venoza by the enigmatic Warden.

 

Shirts were folded neatly, stacked atop each other in one yellow coloured tower of garments. Beside the stack of shirts, Varan piled his trousers, each folded in the same location to form a second yellow tower of clothing. 'Dazzling attire just waiting to be worn.' The sarcastic thought flittered to the forefront of his mind, unbidden. Shoving the elegant sounding words to the back of his head, Varan sought to finishing his current duty, looking to the last stack of unfolded clothes with an expression that could only be described as abhorrence. Undergarments. Possessing the opinion that the object of his aversion was designed with the sole purpose of causing as much discomfort with as little material as possible, Varan couldn't even begin to fathom why Venoza were required to wear such clothing, considering they intolerably pulled against his tail spines more often than not. Perhaps it was a by-product of other species' propriety, or just another cog in the whole colour coded machine designed to make every prisoner feel just as insignificant as the last. At least, he reflected, he could tell whether or not that particularly attractive Venoza was a female by the colour of clothes they sported, before spending any amount of time ogling. Not that he was interested, it just made for less trouble in the long run, especially as an inmate of the Inner Ring.

 

Another thing he disliked about the specific shade of yellow male Venoza had to wear, was that it contrasted far too much with the russet brown colour of his scales, ensuring that the dark red and black striping across the back of his head and tail were entirely too noticeable. While he didn't consider himself a vain individual, the knowledge of having markings designed to be camouflage becoming easily distinguishable made him cringe in spite of his usually menacing demeanour. Standing out on the planet he grew up on got people killed, whether by the massive predators or by unscrupulous Venoza who wanted nothing more to do with someone who'd be nothing short of a liability. Vivid, goldenrod shaded eyes were the only defining feature he hadn't inherited from his father, something he would thank his harridan of a mother for, if she hadn't been the one to abandon him to the care of his home world in some compromising notion devised by the strangely varied species known as humans.

 

His lean, lithely muscled build spoke nothing of the hardships he went through prior to winding up at JUSTICE, the myriad of scars, damaged scales and two missing fingers however, did. The digits weren't much of a loss, his right hand never been his dominant one, although the looks guards gave him on occasion made him want to regrow the digits just so he could repay them with a double 'flip of the pig' or whatever it was the humans seemed to call their favourite rude gesture. Not that anything but his tail could regenerate, autotomy was selective like that. Moreover, what kind of predator would be stupid enough to fall for a chunk of prey as big as a finger, when a Venoza's tail was longer, if not larger than their leg? And it wriggled for minutes after being severed! If Varan was as dense a predator as the ones that once waged war on his home planet, he'd leap at the chance to chew on some skinny lizard's tail. There was less bone and gristle to choke on, anyway.

 

Placing his clothes into the same box that contained his prized cards, Varan sat heavily on the slab he slept on, wishing that his cell wasn't as barren as it was now. Being in the open like this, even in a kitchen sized cell grated on his instincts and he had to fight tooth and claw every night just to fall asleep, lest the more primitive part of his mind think annihilation was one giant mouth on a leg step away. Varan wasn't exactly thrilled with the whole incarceration at the hands of his best friend experience, so any complacency in regards to his current situation was largely exaggerated for the sake of those who guarded him. Which was why the moment he heard the oncoming footsteps of a guard that Varan rose to a stand, placing himself in full view of the approaching guard, despite the poor amount of light that shone into his cell. His body was crouched ever so slightly in a threat display, head slanted upwards in a show of superiority. The crouched body made him look larger, while his tilted head served to demonstrate that he was willing and able to defend himself. Depending on the person who approached, Varan would either remain in this position, or lower his head in respect. 'Submission,' his mind supplied, annoyingly accurate in the true meaning of the action. Submission was for the pathetic his friend had taught him, to surrender to another person, whatever their station, was deemed to be the epitome of weakness. The urge to yell at himself in exasperation grew, as he yet again recalled the relationship of mentor and student had had once shared with the traitor. His visage remained intimidating however, despite the wayward thoughts that continued to swirl about in his mind.

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Safira's eyes snapped open, trained eyes scanning every details the prison cell had to offer. Gray walls, no fancy paint to please the eyes for the prisoners, why would they? A little crack on the cold floor- she had no idea how it got there. A pale brown moth hogged the dim light blub that provided all the light for the lonely and fairly empty cell that the recently solitary female Venoza was forced to call home. Safira unfurled from the small tight ball, a habit as if it could warm her- and it did, but just a little bit. She was still cold, the thin white sheets did little to help.

 

Safira reached under her pillow, pulling out a card she had learned was called a 'food' card. If she gave it to the strange woman in the box, then she could go out and get something to eat, it was bad though. They burned her meat. She let her left foot out of bed, then her right. The floor would have felt cold, but lucky her feet were covered in black scales, she wasn't given any coverings though. Her tinted black claws made an annoying sound between a clop similar to a horse's shoes and a click. It was quiet. But noticeable which drove the female Venoza crazy.

 

She walked to the entrance of the cell, sliding her card into a thin slot then pulled it out. That part was fun, she had no idea why.

"Prisoner Safira. Food break authorized for one participant by 'Safira" How long will you be away?" The cool, recorded computer voice recited to the young Venoza.

When Safira had first came into the prison, she had thought that a miniature woman had been trapped in the box and attacked it repeatedly until it broke down. The man with the iron-fire spear had not been happy, since then Safira had learned not the mess with people inside boxes.

"About 25 minutes." Safira repeated what the guard had taught her to say. The door opened and Safira walked out as the voice continued to talk,

"Processing. You will be given twenty-five minutes for your meal break. Follow the red path from your cell door to the mess hall ONLY. You are to be made aware that you will be monitored from the cell, to the cafeteria, and back to here. Have a nice day."

Safira followed the path to the full kitchen, some prisoners gave her weird stares having heard about her and the box attack. She ignored them, looking around for food. She was still quite confused on where it was located.

 

"Okay then, pancakes it is!" Alice chirped cheerfully, then looked at Nervana casting her a sympathetical look. "You rest here while I go get food then." Alice assured her, then frowned, "Does you head hurt? If you head hurts then we should probably let out that braid, maybe I could ask a guard if you could rest today?"

 

(That post was. Blah.)

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Menzak

 

"Hold that thought." Menzak said as he finished a piece of meat.

His head had suddenly turned to look towards the entrance of the mess hall, where he saw a rather stunning Venoza female. Her brilliant sapphire scales was what caught his attention, and after getting a better look, he was definitely liking what he was seeing. Maybe he should go up to her and say something. After all, he had seen a few females that he found appealing, including one or two in their 'gang', but he had never had the guts yet to approach one about it.

"Look at the scales on that female." Menzak continued. "There's not many with them like that. What do you think? Should I talk to her maybe? Maybe, she needs help. I haven't seen her before. We could invite her to our little group."

 

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Stark

 

As Stark continued to walk the halls after checking in with his prisoners, he activated his HUD so that he alone could see it, and brought up an image of Alice, a girl he had met in the outer ring when he had first begun working here. She was a prisoner, but just seemed to kind for it. Though he hadn't really been her guard, he still managed to find time to speak with her since a few of his old prisoners were close by. They weren't exactly long ones, but they were enjoyable. He'd also often bring her a couple of elastic bands when he could, since she liked to use them for her hair. It seemed just fine to him (because honestly, who is going to break out with a rubber band?), but perhaps not to his employer. Stark suspected that it was not just because of his skills that caused him to be promoted to the middle ring as they told him, but also to keep him from her. Yes, he may have been developing feelings for her, and would sometimes drop by for a visit when the rare opportunity arrived, but it was nothing that would have impeded his job. Other than the elastics and conversation, he had treated her no differently than any other prisoner.

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Michael shrugged kindly while he ate.

"Well, it's your call. You have just as much right to invite her as I do. Just don't do it obviously and do your best NOT to look like an idiot." he grinned.

He then chuckled. "Well, like I'm one to talk. Anyway, just go for it. You won't learn unless you try."

He turned back to his tray and finished it off, checking his HUD time.

"You may want to hurry though. We only have fifteen minutes to meet with Stark if we want to make it to inspection on time. I'm going to go ahead and go." he said, finishing up and quickly walking to put his tray away.

With that, he left the mess hall, checking his time again. Stark would come back around five minutes before they were meant to be there. Then, they'd all walk down there, quickly and quietly, and get everything handled.

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Menzak

 

Menzak noded towards his companion before looking back towards the Venoza female. She was indeed a rare beauty, and he would hate to wait for another male to go after her, most likely one that would be unkind towards her. As his friend walked off, Menzak shook his head. Could Michael not stay and try to help at least? He believed that the humans referred someone who did this as being a 'wing man.' This sounded absolutely absurd to the Venosian as the silly creatures didn't even have any wings. Unless maybe they evolved from birds or something. Now that sounded even more absurd. Menzak sat there for a few moments, watching the female, and finally decided to walk over and say something. Getting up from the bench, he began to make his way over, chest out, and head held high. Normally, a male would walk like this to show off their colours, but wearing the prison uniform made it difficult. Nevertheless, he did so out of habit. When he reached her, he just realized his error. He had not thought of anything to say.

"Um... Hello there." He said. "I don't believe I've seen you here before. Are you new?"

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Safira

Safira looked around for a few more seconds when suddenly a (handsome :3)male Venoza walked up to her. Chest puffed out and chin held high, as if he were some kind of bird- a peacock she believed it was called. She sniffled a giggled, she had seen this particular Venoza before, he was a leader of some sort. Not of the jail of course, even he seemed to fear the guards, but other prisoners seemed to respect him.

 

Safira could tell, by the way the others seemed to make space for him and his human friends as if they were kings, the way when other prisoners talked to them, they never looked them in the eye because they knew he was better, honestly, Safira would rather not get involved. She begun to duck out of the leader Venoza's way, she he would have just ran her over when he stopped.

 

"What?" Safira asked confused, was he trying to recruit her into his group? "Ah. Yes? I was trying to find food." Safira stated, then a thought ran through her head, what if he thought she was trying to steal his food? She didn't want to be reduce to a bloody pulp quite yet so she tried to correct her mistake, "I mean I was just taking a walk. I'm not hungry." Please don't kill me! She thought quickly looking at the ground, she had been looking at his eyes a green color- putting herself on his level, or a sign of aggression to dogs, did that apply to the males of her species?

 

Alice

Alice patted Nervana's head reassuringly, (unaware she was being watched) "I'll go get our food then we can see what we can do about that headache." Alice promised then turned and offered a small smile before getting up to leave. She made her way to where the food was located, trying to make small talk with the lunch lady/man(?) as s/he prepared food for Nervana and her. Alice would only get a small grunt here and there as s/he dumped food on paper plates then roughly handed the dish heaped with food at the girl as if to tell her shut up!

 

Alice wasn't crazy, she didn't need a better message then that to tell her she wasn't wanted. Carefully balancing the scorching food, one of the plates tipped and in an attempt to stop the plate from falling, she sent the other one in front. She watched, eyes wide as the plates crashed to the ground, food flying everywhere.

 

A hand darted through the air and snatched Alice's small wrist, she looked up and was suddenly staring into angry dark brown eyes. She gulped as the guard glared, his face dangerously close to Alice's as he spoke, his breath reeking of bacon(?), "What do you think your doing you little censorkip.gif? You've got guts, I'll tell you that, spilling food all over me." He seethed clearly angry that a lowly prisoner like her had the nerve to do that to someone like him. Alice gulped, her throat dry, eyes wide with fear as she tried to say something, but the guard kept on talking, "Clumsy? Is that your excuse? I bet a good jolting or two will cure you of that." He chuckled and pulled the woman roughly to her feet.

 

(Am I allowed to do that? Is this something too major and messes with whatever plans you have Thael? Because if it does just ask and I'll change it.)

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Menzak

 

Menzak looked at her, a puzzled expression on his face. Why was this female being so flustered and self-contradicting?

"What is the matter?" He asked, his tone becoming a bit more gentle. "I don't mean you any harm. I only wished to perhaps speak with you, and if you are willing to give it, learn your name."

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Safira's eyes darted around the room like a cornered animals'. She looked for any possible way of escape, her master's words rang in her ears

They want you to trust or at least feel comfortable around them. Then when you have your back turned, they will stab you in the back and laugh with you bleed to death.

Safira didn't really look forward to dying, but if she showed defiance to this Venoza he would probably call all his men on her, then she really wouldn't be able to escape.

"I am Safira." Safira answered collecting herself, her tone was cold, she looked him dead in the eye, back straight. She wouldn't turn her back. When he let his guard down on her, however, (She would make it seem as if she were weak) then she would kill him and his friend before they could get to her. Their minions would probably fall apart without their leaders.

 

(A bit paranoid isn't she?

 

Already making plans to kill someone and shes only been in the RP for about two days, aww, they grow so fast ;^; )

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Menzak

 

As Menzak looked into Safira's eyes, all he could see was nervousness, and after looking a bit deeper, he saw a hard defiance. He was just trying to be kind, and maybe become friends or something more. However, if she was going to play hard to get, that was fine with him. He was glad that he had finally found a female that wasn't just submissive.

"A very fitting name." Menzak said, replying with warmth in his eyes instead to counter the cold of hers. "It goes well with the colour of your scales. Anyways, I only have about ten minutes left before I have to leave, so I was wondering if you'd like to join me for the remainder of my breakfast. Or perhaps we could converse later when it is time for lunch, or at a recreational activity. "

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"Thank you, that is kind of you." Safira started slowly, not knowing how to answer to his question, was he serious? He would share? What if he actually poisoned her food or the like? She could just pretend to eat then, she would gain his trust, his human friend wouldn't be a challenge. "Yes, I would like to join you. That would be very nice..."

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Menzak

 

"All right then." Menzak said, obviously pleased. "If you just quickly grab your food, we'll go and sit down."

As he waited for Safira, Menzak noticed the Venoza female that was looking at him with interest earlier was now glaring daggers at Saphira, envy obviously displayed on her face. Menzak bared his teeth at her, not as a smile this time, but to display of strength to try to intimidate her into backing down.

Basically he was saying; 'I made my choice, so back off. Don't harm her, or else...'

The female lowered her head obediently, and backed off, not wanting to anger the larger male, but she still cast Safira an angry glance.

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"I don't know where..." Safire mumbled quietly, she was quite embarrassed. She tugged on her shirt, trying to cover up her blue scales, she wanted to disappear at the moment, but she used to be actually quite proud of her blue scales, her master had named her after them. He told her, while is was unusual, it was rare and beautiful, like the sapphire that was branded in her forehead and arms, it meant that she was his. Now the gems were ugly to the female Venoza, they hurt every time she touched them, lights bounced off the surface, the shadows reflected on the walls, making her shadow bigger then necessary, and worst of all, every once in awhile some guard would stop her and poke the jewel to see if it was real or not- some even tried to pull it out of her head, which happened to be extremely painful thank you!

 

Put of the corner of her eye, Safira could see another female Venoza was glaring at her. Safire had just one other female give that glare to her, it was the whispers that was why she was here now. She wouldn't give in this time, suddenly, the female lowered her head, as if some force had just compelled her to do it. Safira had looked away, not catching the angry glare that had been thrown at her.

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((I will send in a character sheet for the NPC Guard if controlling one in such a way is not permitted.))

 

NPC Guard

The guard strolled along the centre of the corridor, ignoring the catcalls and insults of various inmates. Each convict within this sector had been incarcerated for the most horrific of crimes, patrolling the Inner Ring was considered dangerous and only the most experienced of guards had been assigned to this sector. Some of the prisoners were easy going, hard to believe that they committed an atrocity deserving of their sentence, others, a simple glance was all it took to realise that that particular person had perpetrated far worse crimes than you could ever imagine.

 

The guard had dealt with his fair share of violent prisoners, which had been the primary reason behind his assignment to a particularly ferocious Venoza. Upon reaching the Venoza's cell, the guard withheld a snort of contempt, it wasn't the first time Varan Carinata had stood within his cell, body crouched, head tilted, unmoving except to breath and it would not be the last. His posture would be an amusing display, had the guard not understood the purpose behind it. Striding towards the cell, the guard raised his arms, crossing them across his chest. Carinata remained still, eyes tracking the guard's position, whether to prepare a strike or to determine his intention, the guard was uncertain.

 

"I can stand here all day, Carinata, the question is, can you?" The guard's tone was casual, nonthreatening. Working with this particular inmate was something of a challenge at times, on seldom occasion, the guard would actually stand there all day, other times the Venoza gave up the pretence of a threatening display almost as quickly as the guard had spoken. In cases of the former, food cards were confiscated, in cases of the latter; the guard admitted to a small percentage of respect being gained toward the Venoza. Fortunately, Varan relented, saving himself from another number of days without food.

 

"It disturbs me that you would take pleasure in observing me for so long, guard." Varan sneered, taking a single step towards the face of the cell. His hands twitched dangerously, as if the Venoza were resisting the desire to attack.

 

"What I take pleasure in is none of your concern, Carinata. This is about maintaining the guard-prisoner dynamic and not about opinions, understand?" A dynamic that he prepared to maintain without reservation.

 

The Venoza huffed, a strange mix between a hissing sound and a snort to the human guard's ears. "It would seem that I have been bested by your razor sharp wit, allow me to congratulate you, for being far more intelligent than you appear." The comment was delivered with a mocking flourish of his arms, a bow perhaps, although the guard couldn't really tell if the Venoza understood human customs, or if it was an action Venoza also used.

 

"Need I repeat my previous statement?" The guard grumbled, it was becoming more and more tempting to jolt the Venoza, just to put him in his place. The appeal of the action was disregarded however, the guard had no wish to entertain the sadistic punishments of his Sub-Warden. If Carinata was aware that his actions were delivering the desired outcome, he made no such indication. Another thing to be grateful for, the guard supposed, Carinata was an arrogant individual, infuriatingly so at times, yet he often chose to let the knowledge of his triumphs simmer, just another method used to agitate the guard. This time his attempt fell short; the guard had already given the Venoza too much of a concession for his disorderly behaviour.

 

"So be it." The guard continued, "If you wish to eat today, I suggest you relinquish a food card, or so help me I will confiscate another three."

 

Varan gave the guard a look of doubt, as if to say he didn't believe the threat was genuine.

 

"Try me, Carinata." The guard warned, moving his arms to his side, squaring his shoulders in intimidation. This display of power often worked on the Venoza, whether he was compelled by the necessity to conform, or some other reason, the guard didn't really care. Maintaining the status quo was more important to him, and inmates following his orders was something that mattered.

 

 

Varan

The guard's attempt to goad him into doing something regrettable would have worked, if Varan's stomach wasn't reminding him, painfully, that he needed to eat. Releasing an explosive sigh of pent up frustration, annoyance and agitation, the Venoza returned to his bed, bending at his knees in order to retrieve the box. Varan glowered at the yellow garments dominating the space of the box, adjusting his focal point so that he could spot the stack of food cards. His right hand closed around the stack, gaze blatantly ignoring the space where his two right-most fingers used to be. Bringing the stack to his chest, the Venoza rose to a stand, pivoting once he regained his balance. Removing one card from the stack, Varan placed the remaining cards on his bed, to return to their proper position in the box once he was able.

 

After walking to the corner of the cell that housed a strange contraption, Varan eyed the device. It was a sort of tray-chute hybrid, that allowed items to be passed into the cell without the risk of an inmate grabbing the guard on the other side of the bars; just another precaution over the already pre-existing shields. The guard pushed the tray inwards once Varan entered the yellow rectangle painted around the perimeter of the contraption, eyes solidly focused on the inmate.

Knowing that if he didn't follow the required protocol he would go without food, Varan waited until the guard removed his hand from the grip of the tray, only present on the exterior of the cell, before dropping the food card onto it. Once he stepped outside of the yellow painted rectangle, the guard retrieved the tray and food card, the narrow slot that allowed its passage locking down as soon as the tray slid through.

 

"Now that wasn't very difficult, was it?" The guard snickered rhetorically, shoving the food card into his pocket, for storage until he reached the Inner Ring cafeteria.

 

This time the baiting worked, for his hostile demeanour resurfaced, despite the fact that retaliation would likely extend his fast another day or more, depending on the how compassionate the guard was feeling. "It was, human, for we Venoza shouldn't go without food for so long, wouldn't want the death of a prisoner on your hands, would you?" Varan lied, his tone as snide as the guard's had been. Truth be told, he could go without food for another week, but that required putting himself into a vulnerable position, reducing motion to only the absolute necessary to preserve energy. As it was, he had no such desire, although his previous remark may force that outcome.

 

The guard had made to leave, body already turned to follow the corridor down to the cafeteria. Turning only his head to face the Venoza, the guard's eyes narrowed. "Count your blessings while you still have them, Carinata. The next time you conduct yourself in such a way I will confiscate more than just food cards."

 

The emphasis on the word more sent an automatic jolt of recognition through Varan's mind, taking all of his willpower to refrain from seeking out the pile of well hidden fraternity cards. It wouldn't do to see if every last card was where he left them, now of all times, when other prisoners could be watching, especially if other prisoners were watching. His head whipped from side to side, trying to determine if the other inmates had heard the double entendre in the guard's tone. The inmates seemed far too involved in preparing for their own inspections that they didn't seem to hear. Grateful for that, Varan instead returned to glaring at the guard, wishing that he would just leave so he could return the pile of food cards to their proper location.

 

Seeing his words had the desired effect, the guard continued on his way, triumphant that he had manipulated the arrogant Venoza into believing that he was aware of the location of the man's hidden stash of fraternity cards. He was well aware the other male had some, although he was ignorant of the true number he held. It was for the best, the guard did not wish to die with a shiv or other such weapon in his back, or even from a pair of hands around his neck, for having such knowledge.

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"Here, I'll show you." Menzak said, taking her hand.

As he showed her how to get the food, he could not help but notice the stones that seemed to have been stuck to her body. He didn't notice them before, but now that he was closer they were in plain sight.

"Why is it that you have those stones?" He asked kindly.

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Xen watched the display, noting the guard and Alice walking across. Xen was in her feet before the food fell, but behind the guard when he grabbed Alice. To most, it would be as if she appeared suddenly, she was quiet and small. This was easy to hide behind guards and other inmates. "She was just clumsy. Either let her go, or I'm going to report you. But first, I might make it so that you can't abuse anyone else." Xen threatened, her voice a low hiss. "Zoran law permits me to halt unjust abuse. They never specify how much I can dish out in retaliation." Xen didn't appreciate those who abused their power, mostly because she was raised the power corrupted, and that Alice seemed fairly harmless. "Espcially since you're threatening jolting, I think it would only be fair if I broke your hand."

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The guard jumped then turned around smiling, "Clad! Come and give me a hand here!" He yelled, ignoring Xen though he got a good idea of what she was saying. She was defying him. A big guard made his way over, he looked slow both physically and mentally but he also looked like he packed quite a punch when he got it across. He face lit up with delight when he saw Xen and he looked like he would have clapped his hands and squealed "Kitty!" But, the other guard told him to hold down Xen.

 

"Wait what are you going to do to her?" Alice spoke up, she resisted the urge to fight back, it was pretty obvious they would do worse things to her then jolting if she tried to take a stand.

"She will get jolted alongside you!" The guard said gleefully, then raised his voice, "Does anyone else have something to say?" He asked looking around. People looked away and pretended they didn't see what was going on, quickly turning back to their food or friends.

"B-but she didn't do anything!" Alice protested, only to be quickly cut off by the guard.

"She was disturbing the peace as well as being incredibly rude to a guard."

 

Safira blinked, looking at Menzak, confused for a second. Stones. Gems. Oh. "I am branded, much like a cow." She explained, her stomach rumbling rather loudly.

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"Ah, well, I suppose it's a law to tell you I was a Zoran guard before I killed a general. As such," Xen executed a roundhouse kick to the slow guard's face, using her shin like a large plate, smashing the guard's nose. "I should also inform you that if I am threatened I can and will use deadly force. Cease and desist." with flourish, she punched the guard's stomach, the force rippling through the fabric. When the slower of the two guards was down, she waited and checked her HUD to see if he was still conscious. The bully of a man stood again, his nose dripping.

"Blab kitteh." he tried to say through the gushing blood. The guard rushed forward, but Xen leapt over him, vaulting over his head with one hand and while upside down, landing a quick karate chop to the spine, knocking the guard down. She landed, mostly unscathed from the small skirmish.

"I repeat. Cease. And. Desist." Xen turned her head to see the other guard, dramatically making sure her back was to him. "Or you'll find," she rested her foot on the other guard's head, "that I don't mind a little blood on my fur."

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"Not like a cow at all." Menzak countered. "I doubt those animals could be as rare a beauty as you.

"Here, just hand in your ticket here and they'll give you food. Remember to get it back after though or you won't get the rest of your meals today."

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Safira didn't seem to understand his compliment or simply just didn't care. "Who do I give it to?" She whispered quietly, she didn't want other people to know she was incapable of getting her own food. It was pretty pathetic.

 

Alice watched as the cat girl who had told the guards off begun to crush them as if they were mere bugs. Curious people begun to gather around the four as reinforcement were called, a hand cupped over Alice's mouth, she bit it. Assumingly the owner of the hand swore as Alice tried to make her way over to the cat girl to help her, but someone yanked at her hair, pulling her back.

 

(Fight! Fight! No? No...? Ok...)

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