Fawks made his way over to the singing. He had taken upon himself the job of camp morale officer and was going to make damned sure that morale was down in the dirt. As he got closer he spotted another guard over there, Grit, but the ladies were still singing. Time to stop that.

Without breaking his stride he drew he baton and smashed the cat woman over the head with it, hard. Holding the bloodied baton up and pointing it at the other woman, the one with glasses he growled, “You’re going to do the rest of this work in silence. If I hear so much as a peep out of you lot we’ll get a chance to see just how far Grit here can swing a cat, isn’t that right Grit.”

He turned and looked the man in the eye. Despite Grit’s obvious size advantage over Fawks there was a dangerous glint in Fawks’ eye that plainly said he would pick the man apart if he argued. If it weren’t for the camps Fawks would currently be locked up in a high security prison for triple homicide, all with his bare hands.

(OOC: Let me know if I'm godmodding, Sara, and I'll mod it.

“I’ll trade ya.” Sara handed the clean shirt off to Neena and began doing the scrubbing. Neena nodded.

"How 'bout we take shifts?" she replied in the same low tone. "Even fur gets soaked eventually." She wasn't making fun; it was a simple fact was all.

The singing continued, a bit more light-hearted now. Neena was just reaching for one of the laundered linens to dry out, when a second guard approached. Neena watched warily, and was within catching distance when he brought a weapon down on Sara. She tried to keep the feline-female upright even as the man spoke, planting himself squarely in Neena's "majority of sleezebags and sick-in-the-heads" category.

“You’re going to do the rest of this work in silence. If I hear so much as a peep out of you lot we’ll get a chance to see just how far Grit here can swing a cat, isn’t that right Grit.”

<"Peep."> Had Neena been on her own, she might have let that slip out. She was sorely tempted to anyway. But Sara was there, as was Mr. Seems-to-be-a-decent-guard. Several options and consequences ran through her mind in a split second.

Option one: Say 'Peep'. Consequence: Most likely a trip to the Infirmary for both her and Sara. Whether conscious or not was up to chance. Gwen was already tired of seeing Neena, or so she came across, so Option One was out.

Option Two: Pretend she didn't hear the Jerk, keep singing. Consequence: Probably along the lines of Option One.

Option Three: Play the cowering, broken spirited prisoner, and quietly continue on with her work. Consequence: Ideally, relief of the Jerk's presence, but most likely, extension instead. Possibly loss of any shred of respect or self-worth. Possibly. Not likely though....

None of the above appealed much to Neena. So instead, she went with Option Four, and held true to her core personality.

She smiled. At the Jerk. No giggles, no chuckles, no humming or singing. Just a nice big grin, pure and simple.

Consequence? She waited to find out....

(It’s fine Neena. I’m going to make some little GMing if that is ok. To protect Neena. If either of you want me to change my post tell me.)

Sara had continued her song with Neena. Remembering her, oddly, that as soon as she got out of here that’s exactly what she was getting. A drink. A good stiff drink. Just had to decide what store to steal it from.

She’d heard someone coming up behind her but had kept her head down. Not expecting an attack. At least not yet. Too bad she was wrong. The baton came down and smashed across the back of Sara’s head forcing it forward and sending her down to one knee.

Her pulled back in hissing in air. Right hand feeling for the back of her head where a trail of her own blood slid from under her hair, coating the pads of her fingers. Neena was there by her side keeping her from falling forward more into the water. Sara’s eyes popped wide. She quickly gave Neena a push with her other hand. Not wanting Neena to be near the water when….

Her shoulders suddenly seized when her cuff activated in response from healing. The water amplifying what the electricity did. Wave after wave running threw her system and she curled back to the water. Teeth ground tight.

“You’re going to do the rest of this work in silence. If I hear so much as a peep out of you lot we’ll get a chance to see just how far Grit here can swing a cat, isn’t that right Grit.”

Sara’s hand shifted through her hair where she’d been struck. Showing only a stain in her hair and a shrinking cut. She raised her head just high enough to give Grit an apologetic look for what she was about to do. It was true doing anything she did was probably going to cause her pain, but she had no intention on just sitting their and taking abuse for no reason. Is she was going to get hit there was going to be a good reason for it.

She spun around grabbing for Fawks’s ankle and back pedaling back into the pool. He was luck she trimmed her claws, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t fight back. “Attack me like that again, and my bracelet shocks both of us.” Still holding onto Fawls her free hand raised above the other arm. Her stubbed claws extended, ready to drive them into her own arm. “Try to hurt her, or grab her,” Sara nodded in Neena’s direction.” my bracelet shocks both of us.”

(Again if I need to I can change this.)

"And if you do THAT I will make make sure you regret it." Quinn said standing ten feet away. After he left the barracks he decided to check up on Neena, he found her here and before he knew it one of the guards attacked the girl she was with, causing some retaliation. It would be suspicious if he simply left, so he stepped in. He had left his controller, destroyed, in the men's barracks, it didn't matter though, he was perfectly willing to do things the old fashioned way.

Murphy's Law: "Anything that can possibly go wrong, will go wrong.'

Camp For Relocated Mutants: Validation of Murphy's Law.

Neena cringed in sympathetic pain as Sara's bracelet kicked in, apparently from an automatic healing mutation. Yet another stray fact: Water and electricity don't mix.....

And, it seemed, neither did Sara and the Jerk. Big surprise there. Internally she sighed as another confrontation shaped up, and set up another betting cycle with herself to see who would be ending up at the infirmary this time. How much was Gwendolyn being paid for this job anyway? For that matter, were any of the guards being paid?

Neena glanced at the water, and the developing situation, and decided to stick with the mangle. She ran a sheet through to pass the time while the two sides came to an agreement; no sense in wasting useful time.

“Attack me like that again, and my bracelet shocks both of us. Try to hurt her, or grab her, my bracelet shocks both of us.”

Offer One, on the table. Offer Two, coming up.....

"And if you do THAT I will make make sure you regret it."

The betting wheels in Neena's mind froze. She knew that voice. She knew the face attached to that voice. She wanted to sink her nails into the throat that voice came from, and possibly her teeth as well.....

She did NOT look up to put a face to that voice. Because if she did, her body might ignore the tiny voice telling it to stay firmly put, and this time and place was not the right time and place for that.

However, if that voice found her again in a different time and place, all bets were off....

(OOC: Were, if this is to much just PM me and I’ll change.)

Turned out cat girl had some fight in her. Too bad for her. Fawks had been waiting for an excuse to let rip, and this was the opportune moment. Pausing for a moment he regarded the feline, took a deep breath and sprang into action.

Seizing both of her wrists he yanked her to her feet, planted one of his feet in her stomach and fell backward. As he did he kicked out with his foot, sending her sailing overhead. As soon as the connection between them was broken he grabbed his remote and activated her restraints.

(Under different circumstances I might say something but that’s fine. Sara’s supposed to suffer here. )

"And if you do THAT I will make make sure you regret it."

Sara’s ear flicked in Quinn’s direction. Her head tilted slightly. “Hmm lets see I’ll regret it. Real original, bet you’re a novileeeesss-…..-t”

The distraction cost Sara. Fawks had her wrists and sent her flying. Again he lucked out on the fact she’d trimmed the sharp hooks of her claws off to do the laundry. Her hands twisted around his habit and instinct making her try to hook back into him and drag him back. If only she hadn’t trimmed them so far down. He would have gone flying with her.

Being thrown wasn’t so bad. Her tail spun once, twisting so that the palms of her hand slapped against the dirt first. Her feet landing a split second later. Tail whipped around to the side, at her heals, assisting her balance.

Her eyes widened slightly as she saw him reach for that remote. Only making it a step or two forward when her cuff brought her down. Causing all her muscles to contract at once, air hissed out of her longs between her teeth, and the skin around her cuff Warped and bubbled, now being burned thanks to the cuff. Soon her frame under her gray dress would look much more slender as well as her body system changed to keep up.

James casually walked closer, and kneeled down a few feet away, looking Sarah in the eyes, "here is a tip, and you better pay attention, don't fight back, no matter how much you hurt a guard you will get it back, ten-fold, just shut your mouth and do as you're told. Maybe this little event will make you understand that."

Neena cringed in sympathy. Electricity was a rather nasty pain, she was finding. She much preferred dull ache or broken bone pain. The throbbing you could eventually learn to ignore, given enough practice. But electrification was like..... burning on fast forward..... Yeechh! Unfortunately, it seemed at least some of the guards were fond of 'fast forwarding'.

<"Lovely....">

She moved to Sara's side, noticing something odd as she tried to support the girl. She seemed much skinnier than Neena first thought.

"Here is a tip, and you better pay attention, don't fight back, no matter how much you hurt a guard you will get it back, ten-fold, just shut your mouth and do as you're told. Maybe this little event will make you understand that."

Neena snorted. "Yeah, sure." She spoke to Sara, but her words were aimed at the guards, including the one she still refused to look at. "We understand. Bullies are really easy to figure out, no matter how old they get." It wasn't an insult exactly, more of a statement of fact; the guards were nothing more than playground bullies. Take away the fear factor, and the playing field was even.

Again, Neena smiled widely. But her white eyes were cold and hard as ice.

(OOC: once again I’m taking a few liberties here, so if you don’t like it PM me and I’ll change it)

Fawks flicked the collar off and stormed over to the trio. Grabbing Neena by the hair and yanking her away from the cat. “First, back off, this one’s got a date with solitary confinement.”

“Second,” he said turning to Quinn, “I don’t appreciate someone sticking their nose into my business. So next time stay out of it when I’m disciplining people, you got it?”

"here is a tip, and you better pay attention, don't fight back, no matter how much you hurt a guard you will get it back, ten-fold, just shut your mouth and do as you're told. Maybe this little event will make you understand that."

The button on her cuff was let up but the thing continued to give her waves of electricity off and on because of the healing ability. Shocks equaled healing equaled shocks equaled healing equaled shocks. The cause becoming the effect and vise versa. Neena was there holding her arm before she knew the girl had moved but her eyes addressed Quinn’s. Loose strands of her longer hair had fallen over her face. Sure her head was bowed but the expression in her eyes held defiance. “If our rolls were reversed, given all that has happened, would you follow your own advise?”

The waves of shocks were slowing down. Decreasing how much juice they were putting threw Sara. Didn’t those things ever run out of power? Neena was pulled away (Can change if this part is changed.) and Sara adjusted one step. Only realizing then how much she’d been leaning on her.

“I don’t appreciate someone sticking their nose into my business. So next time stay out of it when I’m disciplining people, you got it?”

Oh yes. Sara really learned her lesson there. Next time, don’t hesitate. Just do it. Although actually killing a guard, or just maiming one, would increase security even farther. Make things more difficult when the big escape came. Double Damb. She would have to take the third guard’s advise.

(OOC: No problems here either. And same comment extended as well.)

"Ow! Ow! Oww!!" The exclamation was more reflex than anything. She'd actually been expecting something a bit more crippling, maybe a hit in the lower back, or behind the knees. You know, something to make her collapse. The hair-dragging, while painful, was bearable. Plus her neck had cracked a bit too, which was actually a relief.

Still, she couldn't help herself....

"I'm not a cavewoman, ya know." <"Even if you are a caveman...">

And then he turned to berate on of the others, still hanging onto her hair. And with them being close in height, it was rather awkward position for her to maintain. She huffed a bit. Then, deciding she'd rather be at least a bit more comfortable, if that was possible, she reached up and took hold of her hair, just under where he was holding, pulled down a bit, and sat down on the ground, until he was finished with his little lecture. With her free hand she reached back to scratch where some strands had been pulled free of her scalp.

All through this Grit had his fists clenched and was ready to jump Fawks, when a voice quiet but dangerous enough to give you a chill on a sunny day spoke right next to his ear
“I would not do that if I were you.” Shahiel stood right behind Grit, as soon as he had finished speaking he was gone, vanished, like he never was there, that was classic Shahiel, he was the pair of eyes watching you just when you though you had a moment of time alone, just when you thought you could get away with something, He showed himself enough to let you know he was there, to leave a mark of fear behind, then he was gone. Did he hang around in concealment? To keep watching, or did he go elsewhere, nobody knew the answer, and if they did they were dead.

Quinn turned his head to Fawks "I wouldn't need to step in if you could handle it yourself, a situation like that should never have happened." He said "Don't get cocky because you have that controller, these mutants should never be underestimated." Quinn knew that from a first hand experience. He then turned his attention back to werecat "If it was me I would conserve my energy for when I needed." He said giving Neena a glance.

Out of the corner of his eye Fawks saw faint movement, someone talking to Grit before disappearing. He’d need to keep an eye out for whoever that was. Releasing Neena’s hair Fawks stepped right in front of Quinn and stared him dead in the eye, ignoring the pair of mutants. “What part of back the f--k off do you not understand?” he demanded.