Michael saw the fist coming, but was too slow to block it. He really hoped that Ted could keep control. Turning to Shrapnel a moment he looked him right in the eye and said, “You mind giving me a hand with Ted?” He hoped that the Shrapnel would get the message that he wanted to talk.

Then he turned and knelt by Ted, hoping that he’d keep control, but ready to restrain him if he didn’t. Now was the perfect opportunity to go and visit this coed clinic that Shrapnel had mentioned.

With Shrapnel’s help he got Ted to his feet and sat him back down at the table. The guard scoffed at Shrapnel’s spoon joke before leaving. Another called out “Meal time’s over freaks, back to the barracks!” (OOC: Em’s orders)

Michael got up and made sure Ted was in front of him with Shrapnel behind. Turning as if to cast one last look at the girls he whispered to Shrapnel, “Talk in the barracks, more privacy.” While Gore was useless and too much of a risk to really trust with anything, it did seem like Shrapnel had calmed down. His spoon jab at the guards had shown that he was still provoking them, but not enough to receive further injuries.

Ted saw the punch coming, but the guy was too close and Ted couldn't avoid it completly. It knocked him backwards, and he felt that same inner battle starting again. Damn it! Then he was in the cage. F***! He grabbed hold of the door, and began viciously attacking it.

Outside his mind, hisbody had begun to grow fur. Then the bracelet kicked in, and apparently his police record had mentioned that pain provoked his mutation, so it shocked him much harder than it would for others that were only slightly using their mutation. Once he was unconscious, which didn't take long, the fur receded, and when he became fully conscious again he found himself in another line, headed back to the barracks.

Why is it that whenever I come around in this place, I'm in a queue?

Michael was helping Ted along with Shrapnel when he saw him. Bloodfang. The sick son of a bitch was walked towards him with a twisted grin on his face. He motioned for Ted and Shrapnel to go on ahead and stepped out of the line to face Bloodfang. A human guard stepped forward to stop him, but Bloodfang waved him aside.

“Oh good,” said the dog with a perverse grin, “the little boyfriend’s here too. That’ll make taking her for myself all the sweeter knowing that you’re here.”

“Whatever do you mean?” asked Michael with a bemused look on his face. He knew full well what Bloodfang meant, but if he could convince Bloodfang that there was no emotional link between him and Emerald he might be less sadistic. It was a long shot, but there was little else he could do right now.

“You know damn well what I mean you little punk!” Bloodfang shouted at him.

“No really,” Michael replied, still acting clueless, “I don’t. I don’t have a girlfriend.” Which was technically true, but he did have feelings for Emerald.

“I’m talking about Emerald,” Bloodfang growled.

“Emerald,” said Michael, as if trying to remember who she was, “Oh you mean the wolf girl? We’ve spoken once or twice, but we’re barely even friends, let alone boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Bloodfang growled and looked about ready to strike Michael, but in an amazing display of self control didn’t. “In that case you won’t mind me claiming her as mine,” said Bloodfang through clenched teeth.

“Not at all,” Michael replied with a pleasant smile, “Are we done? Because I’m sort of supposed to be in the barracks.” With a final growl Bloodfang stormed off and Michael walked calmly into the barracks, managing to mask his anger with an act of submission. He hoped Emerald would be alright.

Ted looked concerned for Michael, but went on ahead anyway. Evidently, the guard was a mutant, which Ted considered very odd. But no matter, there was nothing he could do to Michael.Ted moved on to the barracks, but before he went in he saw Michael had reentered the line and the guard was looking extremely teed off. Ted sat of his bunk, and waited for Michael to come over. "Who was that? Was he a mutant?"

“That was Bloodfang,” Michael explained, “His abilities are blood manipulation, both his and others, and the ability to transform into any sort of canine, even extinct ones. While I appreciate the offer Shrapnel, I don’t think that will help us get out. Besides, I want that rat bastard for myself.”

Michael fell silent as a guard passed before continuing, “He has an unhealthy obsession with Emerald. I actually met him while he was trying to stalker her and “make her his”. When we get out of here I plan to put that puppy down for good.”

Bloodfang? Sounded like a Bond villain. But Michael's description of the guy removed any thoughts of comic relief from Ted's mind. Make her his? Honestly, Ted just did not want to know. "So what's the plan for before we start owning guards? First thing's first, we need to get these bracelets off. Anyone got any ideas?"

(OOC: Sorry if I'm a bit out of context. Just getting She-Thing involved in both sides as Cafeteria and Kitchen overseer. Continued from The Women's Side)

Betsy stormed from the women's side into the men's side like a hurricane. She was soaking wet from having slipped on the wet floor that dark-skinned back-talker had been cleaning, while she'd attempted to break up the fight among the women. Betsy knew that hadn't been an accident. She was so furious right now she just wanted them all gone, out of her Cafeteria.

Yes, it was her Cafeteria. Her Cafeteria and her kitchen, and she dared anyone, anyone to challenge her on that. She swiped an electronic keycard, which unlocked the door in between the two sides of the Mess Hall. The soundproof glass slid open silently, then shut behind her.

"I WANT EVERYONE OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, the bellow echoing off of the walls and shaking the eatware. She ignored the fact that most of the mutants had already begun being moved out.

She moved into the kitchen area through another coded door. The instant the door shut behind her she grabbed a metal spoon and a huge metal pot from the equipment shelf. She slammed it into the sink with a teeth-rattling BAANNNG!! and turned the water on full force. Then she turned to the other woman and men scattered about the kitchen.

"QUIT GAWKING AND GET COOKING!! DINNER'S IN FIVE HOURS AND ANYONE WHO SCREWS UP IS GOING TO BE THE MAIN INGREDIENT IN TOMORROW'S LUNCH SPECIAL SURPRISE!!! MOVE IT!!!!"

The underlings began rushing around as if their feet were on fire. Considering two of the cooks had already been sent to the infirmary with minor concussions from being beaned upside the head with canned goods and/or potatoes and apples, they felt it better to heed their Chief's warning. Silently they gave thanks that, starting after dinner, some of the mutant inmates would be drafted in to handle the brunt of both the manual labor and Betsy's wrath....

Quinn decided now was not the best time to confront Neena, too much of a risk, instead he decided to learn more about the camp. Walking towards the men's side he looked over the area, it was mostly a mirror of the women's side, good, easy to navigate. Opening the doors to the barracks he walked inside, noticing three mutants sitting and talking, he was going to ignore them and continue, but he wanted to make his cover as believable as possible, that and he had no real reason to help these men, he recognized two of them from the mansion, but he knew with his hat and glasses on they wouldn't recognize him.

"What the hell are you genetic freaks doing?" he asked in a demanding tone, "do you think this is a fucking summer camp, just chatting away with your little buddies?" he asked walking towards them "Well guess what? you're not here to gossip ladies! You're here because you're a threat, and you will not just lazily sit around here wasting tax payer dollars, get your god damn asses up because you will be getting jobs, I want all of you outside, and if you do NOT move fast enough, I will make sure you won't be able to move at all." He said taking out his controller "And don't you worry about this little toy." he said crushing the controller in his hand "because I am old school, I will crush you the old fashioned way." The truth was he didn't want to use the remote on them, they may not be able to help him with what he wanted to know, but he did know that the two from the school were good kids, and that kind of torture was unnecessary.

Wow. This guy was not kidding. "Right, jobs, on my way." Ted mumbled quietly to himself, before heading for the door. He did not like the look of this guy. This guard either was full of himself, or a mutant. Either way, not someone to piss off. So ted made his way outside the barracks, and then tried to work out where the hell he was meant to be going.

Michael was about to tell them more about Bloodfang when the latest in a long line of assholes arrived and opened with the traditional smack talk. The destruction of the collar remote was a nice touch, added to the “I’m gonna kick your ass” vibe the man was trying to give. It did however mean there was now nothing that the man could do against him.

That wasn’t something Michael felt the man needed to know right away, and so he obediently followed the others outside. He would need to get a change to talk to Ted and Shrapnel again at some point. That man was one of the teachers from the school, which meant it was quite possible he’d helped organise the raid. Best keep an eye on him.

James walked outside with them, and noticed the other guards watching, he brought them out to the yard and told them to stop. Walking in front of them he looked each one in the eye "you will stand he and wait to be assigned a job, I do not care how long you have to wait, if you leave I will break your legs." He said walking back towards the other side of camp, he figured that was a good enough show to convince the guards.

(OOC: For camp jobs, anyone with Kitchen Duty can post here)

(OOC: wow has this slowed down. ahem, introducing, plot-mover-guard! lol)

IC:
As they stood there, another uard came up with a sheet of paper. "Here are your jobs. Find your name, and quick, first shift starts five minutes ago!" Ted neglected from pointing out the guard's grammer, though it did urk him. He took paper, and quickly scanned it for his name. He found it, and it had the words 'Quarry Duty' next to it. Joy. He sighed, and handed the paper to Michael, before another guard came up. "Quarry workers, follow me! You get another half-hour for being late!" Another sigh, and Ted followed the guard.

(Continued in Quarry

Before Michael knew it everyone was being sent off to various jobs. When it finally came to his turn an exceptionally fat guard directed him to a shabby looking building (though to be fair it looked no worse than their living quarters) to start sorting through the inmates stuff.