As Quinn's concentration was on Neena he felt something dig into him, it wa the other women, she bit him, and then he felt the shock from the collar, his body started to lock up, causing him to fall to his knees, his hands clasped tighter from the shock, he felt Neena trying to break his grip, but he tried to keep his grip in the pain "I was still working for the military, and even if I helped them escape, they would have been hunted by stalkers, do you think those things care whether the mutant is a child or not?" He yelled as he moved the knife to Sarahs should and tried to push it in, without any momentum behind his stab there was not much force in it though.

Her teeth sank into his hand. Sara couldn’t help but smirk. In her old days people handling her would constantly remind each other that shit bit. New meat here. In a way.

"I was still working for the military, and even if I helped them escape, they would have been hunted by stalkers, do you think those things care whether the mutant is a child or not?"

Her clawed hand stayed where it was on his neck. Not changing yet. She let her jaw tighten on his hand. Turning her shoulder out of reach when she felt the tip of his blade edge into her flesh again. Her cuff was sure to double her pain with a new warning shock till that wound closed. Making her seize. He went down and she dropped to one knee with him. Using the motion to get slightly behind hi leg with her own.

She began speaking between her clenched teeth. “So they could be here being circled by guards and bots with these stupid cuffs on them instead. Lord knows what else you humans have in store. I’ll make this deal with you though. Let go of Neena’s neck, let her get up and go. I’ll release my hold on you.”

She swallowed as her voice sounded dry around his hand. Adding to the reminder she bit down harder again. Tightened like a vise.

Neena was loosening James' grip on her throat, allowing a bit of air to flow, but it wasn't enough if she wanted to stay conscious much longer. Thankfully Sara was having a better go at him than she was.

“So they could be here being circled by guards and bots with these stupid cuffs on them instead. Lord knows what else you humans have in store. I’ll make this deal with you though. Let go of Neena’s neck, let her get up and go. I’ll release my hold on you.”

"Don't let him go!" Her words were garbled, but still anger-filled. She fully intended on following her own advice. If he let go of her, she was likely to continue attacking. It would be better for him if she was knocked out for a moment. But if she had any say she wasn't going to allow that either.

Quinn was sick of this, they wouldn't listen and he was sick of the wrestling. Using all his strength he stood up off the ground, twisting his leg between sarah's he put his strength into throwing her over his shoulder, she was in the right position and he had the strength, the problem was he could tear his hand up as he threw her. Also because Neena was in front of him Sarah should be thrown into her, knocking them free and allowing him to fight them off by striking, instead of grappling. "They are safer here then out on the streets, and as far as deals go either Iris helps me or someone dies."

Can someone say lockjaw? Sara’s head was pulled forward as Quinn tried to flip her. Half way threw she twisted her self around tearing her teeth free from from Quinn’s hand. Her back arched, she pushed her weight into her heals, when they came over, trying to avoid landing on Neena. She wasn’t quite sure if she had. (Leaves that up to Neena.) In the middle of the turn Sara let her hand that was on his neck slide down his arm with the knife. Like a kid throwing them selves down in a tantrum, she rolled on her back side pulling Quinn’s arm with her and with his momentum. Her good leg targeted his gutt and she imitated something what the guard earlier had done to her. Using the roll to try and toss Quinn off. The difference was she didn’t want to let go of his hand with the knife and hoped to hold on, making him slam right back into the ground.

"They are safer here then out on the streets, and as far as deals go either Iris helps me or someone dies."

She flexed her jaw for a second, Free hand finding her bottom jaw and shoving it back in place with a pop. “Violent for someone who says he wants to help us.” She practically hissed as her voice was dry again already. Finally the shocks coursing from her cuff were starting to slow down. Soon stopping again.

(As always if I need to change something tell me and I will.)

Neena's relexes were dulled by the lack of oxygen, so she wasn't totally able to avoid Sara as she came down. But something did tell her to move, so she ignored her own advice and let go. She unwrapped her legs and twisted away as best she could. She gave his thumb a sharp shove, to free herself from his grip.

She felt something hit her thigh, numbing it. She lost her balance and fell backwards. A dull thud! sounded as she tripped and hit the mangle, then rolled sideways. She lay still, unconscious for a few moments.

(OOC: Sorry, really tired and have writer's block...*yawns*)

(alright. Quinn has given me permission to play his character in this thread, just to tie up his loose end here. I’m hoping this post makes sense.)

Quinn landed square on his shoulder blades rolling to his feet just as Sara twisted over and got her legs under herself. She gained her balance, with a whip motion of her tail fine tuning her positioning. She aimed to push off of the ground tackle him and bring him back down again.

She was interrupted by a stalker, who had finally picked up on Sara’s cuff, almost constantly going off. She was knocked sideways skidding across the dirt, halted by a stalker’s heavy foot coming down on her and pinning her to the ground. The robot leaned forward pushing her shoulders and face deeper into the dirt were Sara struggled to keep from sucking in the dusty debris into her longs.

Struggling, Sara tried pushing up against the ground only to have the stalker shove her harder against the ground. Quinn Casually gathered his dropped gun, from the pool where it had skittered to, cussing to himself. He couldn’t interrogate the other with the audience that was showing up after the bot. Mission failed. At least for now it had.

“Freak, stand DOWN!” Came a deep voice that practically roar. James was showing his confidence now that the remote was in his hand and the robot had the mutant under control. Speaking of power he was enjoying this. His hand extended hitting the button on his remote to activate Sara’s cuff. Making her seize under the pressure of the Stalker till her shoving arms gave up. Collapsing under the thing’s weight.

Jeminai was at Jame’s elbow. Part of her light spiked hair stuck up on the side of her head, thanks to her uniform hat sitting stylishly sideways. A smile spread across her taunt cheek bones. “What the F**k is going on!” She demanded strolling forward then making a v line for Quinn. “Sir, is it or is it not your job to keep things under control at these camps.” The words were practically spit out between those thin lips.

Quinn just stared at her. Giving her a dead pan face.

Jeminai began again. “Sir, is it or is it no-“

“They both jumped me miss…” Now addressing the female guard, Quinn trailed off.

“Jeminai.”

“Well Jeminai, as I said,-- they-- jumped -- me.—” He stepped towards her. One finger jerked in Sara’s direction. “and that one bit me!”

Jeminai’s gaze followed Quinn’s hand. One eye brow raised. “Has she had her shots?”

“How should I know!”

“Hello! I’m right here!” Sara drew their attention with her drier voice.

“Hey, You F***ing bit me an-“

“You’re telling the story wrong.” Sara shot back. The air from her longs struggling to come back in from the stalker’s weight. “You shot me. My teeth just happened to fall on your hand.” Sucking air back in her longs stung. Aching with relief and her punishment.

Jame’s thumb thumped the button on his remote again, sending Sara’s body seizing for the who knows what’th time. Grinning like a kid spending the afternoon over an ant hill with a magnified glass. “Go take case of yourself, get a rabies shot or something. We’ve got it from here.” James told Quinn.

He strolled forward, grinning down at Sara when he reached the front, Where the stalker was still controlling her. The Robot flicked it’s head between him, shifting back and forth imitating a snakes wavering head, then turned it’s head back down to the feline. It’s proudly caught prey.

Mean while Jeminai had made her way to Neena. (Neena, if this God moding is too much tell me. I’ll change it. I just know we’re trying to move on.) One hand clutched her remote and pushed against Neena’s shoulder. The other gave Neena a couple of slaps on the cheek. Intending on waking the other mutant up. Then promptly yanking the girl up with a firm hand under her arm, beginning to drag her.

Jeminai’s face brightened in Jame’s direction, while he was giving Sara the Same treatment. Only difference was, with the stalker’s help, he had one hand twisted behind Sara’s back, his other fist, also holding his remote, was twisted in her hair. Keeping her from turning around and pulling her balance sideways every other step.

“So what do you think Jemmy? Take them to solitary confinement and think about good punishment later?”

Jeminai nodded. “Oh yes.” Her taunt cheeks creased more as her smile widened. “Perhaps the rest of the camp needs to see a proper example of what comes when they disobey. When they start thinking and stop listening.”

With that the guards brought their captives to the solitary confinement.

Neena moaned as she came to, and reached up to the spot she'd banged on the mangle. She cursed softly in Swahili, loosely translated 'back-stabber'. She had little time to go more in depth, however, as she found herself being hauled up, with her only options to stagger along or be dragged.

Opening one eye, she suddenly jerked backwards as electricity shot through her arm, her bracelet activated by the unfortunate habit of Neena's various 'visions' activating randomly when she was unconscious or sleeping. The guard that was dragging her pulled her back, unfazed it seemed at the continued shocks.

“So what do you think Jemmy? Take them to solitary confinement and think about good punishment later?”

“Oh yes. Perhaps the rest of the camp needs to see a proper example of what comes when they disobey. When they start thinking and stop listening.”

<"Lovely.... Just lovely....">

Alound Neena remarked, "Thinking is overrated...."

The walk to the Isolation rooms was rather painful, until her eyes settled into normal vision. By that time Neena had her eyes nearly closed; she'd lost the roll up glasses, and the sunlight combined with the goose egg on her skull were giving her a massive headache. She heard, more than saw, a small door open, and was shoved inside. Behind her a lock clicked.

She took in her surroundings for a moment. It was dim, a relief to her sore eyes, and small. Very small.

She sighed.

"Well, at least it's quiet," she said aloud. She settled into a corner, stretched her legs as best as possible, leaned against one wall, and dozed off, counting the throbs in her head instead of sheep.

(OOC:For those that may choose to join in, this little bit of the plot takes place after the scene in the guard barrack and is taking place after several weeks of the mutants being in the camps. Probably more then seven weeks. I don’t know exactly.)

Jeminai had been steaming ever since she had been interrupted in the middle of her pleasant talk with Neena. Yeah. That’s right. That talk was pleasant!

Blue hair wasn’t her color. She’d never even wore blue pleather coats. Always line green. Couldn’t whoever played that joke on her at least choose a decent color? Anyway, the blue wouldn’t’ be so bad if it only dyed her hair. If it hadn’t made streaks of color down her skin then maybe she could actually get use to looking like someone gave her a swirley and the color from the water stuck.

One quick trip to her room to get in uniform, after all she didn’t need to make a complete idiot of herself. (Even if that was too late.) Then she was off. Leading Michel and Neena to the laundry pool where Sara had been presoaking the skid marks on James’s G-strings for the better part of the day.

Jeminai stopped as the feline glanced up, fought a laugh, bit down on her bottom lip, and quickly looked back at what she was doing. Luckly Jeminai seemed to take no notice as the female guard scanned over all of the work. Thin, blue streaked nose, wrinkling. “-And they expect the ladies to do all this,-“ She grumbled to her self. “-Lazy men get it easy.-“

Neena grumbled inwardly the entire way to the Laundry Pool. Honestly would fifteen minutes really have mattered? She just had to finish vacuuming, is all, thanks to Lady Fashion Statement over there. A beating would have been less of a fuss, and less of a pain. Relatively speaking of course. And Michael wasn't going anywhere; couldn't she just have delivered the uniform in the morning?

She was walking just behind Jemanai as they approached the Laundry Pool, with the others behind them. She saw Sara look up, and immediately crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at the back of Jemanai's head. The childish look was wiped away as she turned, leaving her face blank.

“And they expect the ladies to do all this..... Lazy men get it easy...."

"Modern society's a wonderful thing." Neena smiled coyly. "Ain't it?"

She continued on toward the Shack, to check the stock of guard uniforms.