[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Richard gave a dark chuckle at the OMEN member. His eyes near about dancing with delight. [color=Olive]"Well if they expect us to fight and have a shield, perhaps we shouldn't disappoint them."[/color] He crooned to the man in a velvet covered his. He didn't relish having to fight his way out, but he had before and doubtless would again. Rubbing his jaw the Adder considered their options. He could go out guns blazing, slip out through a disguise possibly, or sit and wait for rescue or death. Well, he knew which of those options he fancied.

[color=Olive]"First thing is first. How about opening up the cells of our friends?"[/color] Glancing to Ayita the older Laine nodded towards Dean. [color=Olive]"Second thing. We don't want a fight. We don't want blood- despite what I said earlier. It's you lot who want nothing but to see us stripped of our arms and legs. Apologies, but I loose those often enough."[/color] The Adder commented with a sarcastic annoyance. [color-Olive]"Really, it gets so [i]boring[/i]."[/color] He grinned slightly, in a crooked way that was hardly threatening, if it wasn't for his dark and dangerous eyes. [color=Olive]"But actually... Why. Why do you work in a place like this and try to lock up us in little cells without a damn? What have we- us, not all the 'mutants' in the world but those specifically in front of you- done? Aside from shooting your buddies. Shame really, but fear for our lives and all that."[/color]

[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Ayita caught Richard's look and moved with a slow limp over to Dean. He was bleeding and badly. She didn't know much but she would do what she could. Dean, for all his foolish ways, was a member of the pack. A dysfunctional, irritating pack, but a pack none the less. Combing her dark locks from her face she studied the wound in the stomach before stripping off Richard's shirt to reveal horrifically scarred skin, marred over the years with bite and claw marks from various fights for survival. Her modesty kept by a tight black tank, not that Ayita would care about such a thing. Pressing it to Dean's stomach she leaned over and sniffed at him curiously. Amber eyes assessing his condition.

The wound appeared to be healing and from what she caught of the weak voice, he appeared to be urging something. So she did the only reasonably thing and peeled back a eyelid with one bloodied hand. [color=ForestGreen]"The blood is slowing, it appears there may be hope."[/color] The shifter reported softly. [color=ForestGreen]"Idiot hunter, you were rash and could have cost us."[/color] Ayita admonished with a soft growl, though her eyes were locked more on the wound as she sough to help it close. It wouldn't do to have a bullet in there, but pulling it out would be worse when she didn't know what she was doing.