“Well you must be really, really enjoying my company.”

Neena looked over her shoulder at Jemanai. "Yeah, thrilled." Her expression clearly said otherwise. "Even moreso with your fashion sense."

She coughed again, and returned to her job. She was used to ignoring her escorts, unless she was appropriating something. Unless Jemanai decided that Neena was the culprit, and had some specific punishment in mind for the prank, Neena figured she may as well keep doing what she was doing. Let the guard make a move; Neena had already made hers.

She had to admit though, that color blue turned out to be more flattering than she intended. Minus the streaks on the skin.... Come to think of it, now the woman kind of resembled an old comic book character. Something 'wire.... Highwire? No.... wire, wire.... Livewire! That's it! A Superman villan.

Neena snickered to herself.

"Yeah, thrilled. Even moreso with your fashion sense."

If it wasn’t for Jeminai’s chin being attached to the rest of her face she would have had to pick it up off the ground. “Hey! I paid good money for these comfy cloths.” She pulled at the collar of her robe with her thin fingers.

Neena’s sudden shift to a small, smile made Jeminai’s right eye give another twitch. She was smileing… laughing on the inside at poor Jeminai’s expense. The nerve of some people.

The, formerly white haired, guard suddenly darted forward, grabbing for Neena’s hair and trying to twist her fingers through the strands in the back of the mutie’s head. Other hand moved to shove her against the wall. “You aught not laugh at the predicaments of others because yours could be so much worst.” Jeminai hissed.

Neena saw the woman coming out of the corner of her eye. She was expecting to be hit, and attempted to dodge the blow. The moment resulted in her head being jerked when Jemanai grabbed her hair.

"Aaiiee!!" She couldn't help but yelp; she couldn't feel fear, but she sure could feel pain. And that hurt. The shove into the wall didn't feel too hot either, especially since she her breasts were rather tender at the moment, a sign she was near her monthly cycle. She put both hands on the wall to push back, just enough to give her chest relief.

“You aught not laugh at the predicaments of others because yours could be so much worst.”

"I'm sure it could be, but I'm going to laugh a lot harder if you catch my lice...." Neena ground out through clenched teeth.

She was halfway through the treatment Sara had asked Doug to smuggle in. She doubted the guard would catch the bug, unless she stuck her hand back in her own hair. But Neena suddenly felt vindictive, and wanted to see Jemanai squirm a bit.

"Aaiiee!!"

Now there was music if Jeminai had ever heard it before. Jeminai tilted her head as she smiled. Happily having shoved Neena’s head and body against the wall. Mutty deserved to go through much more then just the rough treatment.

"I'm sure it could be, but I'm going to laugh a lot harder if you catch my lice...."

“You’ve got lice? Really” Jeminai chuckled to herself. She instantly twisted around pulling at Neena’s hair to move it and get better looks at her scalp. “Ha!” She took great delight in this thought. Lice infecting the mangy mutty freaks. “Perhaps we should take special measures so you don’t infect the watch dogs. Does it itch at all?” As if to test the itching theory her long bony finger began scratching at a particularly odd looking spot to see what would happen.

“You’ve got lice? Really.” Neena yelped again as Jeminai pulled at her hair again. “Ha! Perhaps we should take special measures so you don’t infect the watch dogs. Does it itch at all?”

Neena clenched her teeth tighter. She'd been doing fairly well at ignoring the annoying itch as of late. She'd found that it actually less effort to scratch then to ignore it. Unfortunately, once she started scratching, it took a lot more effort to stop before causing damage to her head. So she tried to ignore the itch. 'Try' being the key word there. Sometime it worked, sometimes it didn't. That particular day, she'd been doing good.

Up until Jemanai stuck her finger right into a spot that had started to tingle when her hair was pulled. Just that little scratch set of a wildfire chain reaction through her entire scalp.

A quiet moan escaped her throat, but she silenced it quickly.

"No, it doesn't itch at all," she lied. "Scratch all you want, I have absolutely nothing better to do right now."

Neena decided she did not like this woman. Not at all.....

"And it's not the watch dogs I'd worry about," she added in a growl.

Jeminai leaned sideways to see the side of Neena’s face as the muttie’s teeth clenched. Oh would you look at that lovely little face? Jeminai slowly drove her finger nail harder into that itching spot of Neena’s

"No, it doesn't itch at all, Scratch all you want, I have absolutely nothing better to do right now."

“Reeeeeaaaaallly? You sure about that?” Perhaps Jeminai would have believed this lice covered mutty if she hadn’t of just heard the slightest of moans coming from her. Oh what fun! And somewhat satisfying to do this little bit of torture. This little warm up for what she intended to do to the person who messed with her shampoo.

"And it's not the watch dogs I'd worry about,"

“Awwww. You’re concerned for me?” Jeminai asked, her voice raising the fraction higher.

“Awwww. You’re concerned for me?”

"I get the feeling you can take care of yourself," Neena ground out. "For now."

<"Ugh, probably shouldn't have said that out loud,"> she chided herself mentally. She wasn't exactly in a position to protect herself, should Jemanai decide to turn violent.

"Look, can we skip the formalities? I can see you're ticked at me, though I don't know why. Can we just get the beating or whatever other abuse over with? I'm tired."

And, both physically and mentally. She felt rather drained right then, and for that reason didn't care much about holding her tongue, or maintaining the 'meek and mild' persona.

"I get the feeling you can take care of yourself, For now."

Jeminai felt her fingers twist in Neena’s hair in response to the last two words. For now might as well of been a threat. Something she honestly didn’t care for. She was the one making the bloody threats. Or didn’t this freak show know she wasn’t entitled to do such things.

"Look, can we skip the formalities? I can see you're ticked at me, though I don't know why. Can we just get the beating or whatever other abuse over with? I'm tired."

Jeminai wrenched Neena’s head back by her hair, meanwhile keeping her other hand shoving Neena’s shoulder firmly against the wall. “You really want it to be that easy? That simple” She twisted so that she was pulling Neena’s head straight down. Intending to make is so that Neena could look her in the face without having the girl turn around. “You think too simply my dear.” Jeminai sneered. “You see, I want to hear you squeal.”

Neena's neck cracked audibly as her head was wrenched back. T'was a rather painful relief of the kink in her neck.

“You really want it to be that easy? That simple.”

Neena hissed a bit as she was yanked further backwards. Was the woman trying to detach her head from her body?? She cracked one eye open; she could see the top of Jemanai's blue-streaked head, and her upside down eyes, filled with sick malice.

“You think too simply my dear. You see, I want to hear you squeal.”

She managed a flippant, and pained, smile, distaste evident in the singly visible, almost-white iris.

"Squeal."

Well, looking into Neena’s eye it seemed they now shared the same distaste for each other. Entirely Neena’s fault of course. If only Jeminai knew exactly how close that thought was to the truth. Fortunately for Neena, she hadn’t seen the woman’s hands yet.

"Squeal."

Jeminai tilted her chin up slightly to give Neena a better look up the blue haired guard’s nose. The same part of her face wrinkled and flared as a smirk found it’s way into the mix with Jeminai’s glaring eyes.

“Oh no, no, no Miss mutty freak, Miss cleaning lady. You need to make yourself sound like James. You know the high pitched shatter ear drum squeals like this.” Jeminai tilted her head so that her mouth aimed more towards Neena’s ear as she demonstrated the exact type of squeal she was looking for. Of course she also used her fist in Neena’s hair to assist in tilting the mutant’s head, making things easier as well.

(OOC: Hope you don't mind if I jump in)

Michael was lead into the barracks by a very pissed off Fawks. Apparently his good behaviour had been noticed and was getting a promotion. Michael was going to become a mutant guard. He'd jumped at the chance, the extra freedom would allow him to help out everyone else a lot more.

The first thing he saw was Neena taking abuse from Jeminai. He said nothing. Fawks however didn't. "Leave the bitch alone," he shouted to Jeminai, "We got another mutie guard here. Get him kitted out." Fawks hated mutant guards, but was in no position to argue about it. He especially hated Michael, as the kid was so damned difficult to torment. Right now he was ready to start a fight with anyone who ticked him off, including Jeminai.

(OOC: Not at all. The more the merrier. Or more painful. lol)

<"Nose nugget, left barrel...."> Neena's grimace extended to include the wonderful view she now had up Jemanai's nose. She decided to let someone else warn the woman that she seriously needed a kleenex.

“Oh no, no, no Miss mutty freak, Miss cleaning lady. You need to make yourself sound like James. You know the high pitched shatter ear drum squeals like this.”

"Gaahh!!" Neena squeezed her eye shut again and cringed. Her eardrum rang and throbbed from the screech. She gritted her teeth and held her breath briefly, before adding, "Sorry, I'm an alto. Can't go that high...."

With her ears ringing, she didn't hear the door open behind them.

"Leave the bitch alone. We got another mutie guard here. Get him kitted out."

Neena cracked her eye open again. Her vision was skewed because of her position, but she thought she recognized Michael. She couldn't see who had spoken however.

Despite her position, she grinned and gave Michael a one-eyed wink, and freed one hand enough to wiggle a wave at him.

(Come right on in Hunter, RP’s just fine. Also if you get a chance I might ask that you start an RP with Ayesac. If it’s not too much trouble. He’s having trouble finding a place to fit in. )

"Leave the bitch alone,"

Jeminai was just starting to really enjoy herself when she had been so rudely interrupted. The small smirk that was forming across her face disappeared immediately. She pulled Neena’s head one last time before shoving her forward.

She stepped back obeying the other guard, for now. Slowly her cheeks under the blue dye darkened, making the dye around her face turn to splotches of streaked purple. Yes she had stomped down the hall like this but it was still embarrassing. Who ever turned her blue was going to pay dearly.

"We got another mutie guard here. Get him kitted out."

She stomped up to Michel looking him in the eye. Blue hair, dye streaked face, bunny covered robe, slippers and all, as if trying to decide if he were to blame for her circumstances. “Where were you anyways between the hours of 11 am and 5 pm?” Jeminai asked Michel as she glared at him. The mutty, Neena, was obviously at her work with a guard watching her like a hawk.

She looked him up and down as if still trying to decide how truthful he could be or how good he could lie. “Well You shouldn’t be as hard to fit in a uniform as Big Red. Come on. Follow me. We can talk on the way.”

(OOC: Sure Were, I'll send Shield Ayesac's way)

IC: Michael offered Neena a smile before Jeminai stormed over to him. "I was working away in customs," Michael answered truthfully, "though I did take a break at around one for lunch. Why do you ask?"

Michael followed Jeminai as she stalked off to find him a uniform. It seemed like he had arrived just in time to prevent Neena getting any worse than she already had. Still, she'd probably suffered worse in this place. They all had.

Neena's head jerked back then forward as she was released, and she banged her nose on the wall. She cursed in Swahili as her eyes watered. Yeah, verdict was definitely in. She did NOT like Jemanai. And that meant the woman went straight to the top of her list, even if it did mean future trouble for Neena.

“Where were you anyways between the hours of 11 am and 5 pm?"

"I was working away in customs," Michael replied, "though I did take a break at around one for lunch. Why do you ask?"

Neena turned and glared at the back of the woman's head. She barely resisted the urge to reveal herself as the prankster, just to irritate the woman further.

“Well You shouldn’t be as hard to fit in a uniform as Big Red. Come on. Follow me. We can talk on the way.” Jemanai led the others out into the hall. With a sigh, Neena turned to finish cleaning up the mess the blue-haired woman had made.

"Hey, you too. Come on." Ethan motioned for her to join the group headed down the hall.

"I have to finish clea-" Her head snapped sideways as he strode up and slapped her across the face. <"What is this? Pick on Neena hour??"> She bit back another oath.

"No back talk. You can finish later. They'll need you in the Laundry Pool if the kid needs alterations made to his uniform."

Neena grumbled under her breath. She wasn't looking forward to spending anymore time with Jemanai than necessary. Or Fawks. She didn't like him either. The guy got off on intimidating people. Since she couldn't be intimidated, the two personalities wouldn't mesh very well either.

<"Gonna be a long night. Lovely.... Just lovely....">