“Show me the way to go home…” The prone man inside the little cell slapped his hand against the concrete floor twice in rhythm, then continued to howl, “I’m tired and I wanna go to bed!” There was a guard posted just outside the door to the little cell block, and Rheoaan Rohaan Rio Ja’aisen was going to personally make sure he had the worst shift of his career. If these Suits had the audacity to try and keep [I]him[/I] locked up, then he was going to repay the favor in kind and make them regret ever bothering. Maybe next time they’d just let him sleep… "Had a little drink about an hour agooo, and it went right to my head!" He slapped both hands on the floor with staccato smacks in time with his, "BADUM DUM DUM!" and then he began to sing again, only faster and louder. "SHOW ME THE WAY TO GO HOME..." 

Truthfully, Rohaan felt awful, though he wasn't about to let that show while any agents were watching. Rule number one of survival was to appear stronger and scarier than the other guy, and never to show a weakness that might be exploited. In another situation, he might have favored the 'wounded animal' gambit and led them to believe he was less physically capable than he really was. But he wanted these guys nervous, and that meant making them believe they were fighting a losing battle. They were--Rohaan would find a way out eventually, he always did. But for the moment, he was content to think through his options and recover from his injuries a little. 

What had started out as a simple gig retrieving some obscure tech Rohaan neither understood nor cared about for a rather desperate  customer who paid handsomely, turned quickly into a very bumpy ride into a holding cell at a local law enforcement agency. His performance had been flawless, but they must have gotten some tip that he'd be there. In fact, now that he thought about it, the guy who hired him in some seedy back alley was probably an agent undercover, or was hired by one. [I]He'd best sleep with one eye open, or before he knows it, his house will be burning down around him...[/I] In any case a team was waiting for him, and they were prepared to deal with him. More than most local agents were, anyway. They wanted him alive, because they didn't immediately start with their guns, and instead favored a quick deployment of a disruptor shield that prevented him from changing forms. They hemmed him in so he couldn't move out of its sphere of influence, though they did not count on his ability to engage in hand-to-hand combat. His guess was that he hospitalized two agents, and he definitely bit another one until he tasted blood. But there were too many of them, and one had a damn cattle prod. That, combined with the steel-toed boot of another agent, left him in bad shape. Nothing was broken (but only barely) and he could walk alright, but it was a miserable chore to move much, and whatever they dosed him with in the van left him feeling nauseous. 

The door to the hall opened and the very irritated guard stepped in, marching straight back to Rohaan's cell. "Ja'aisen! If you don't shut your damn mouth, I'll come in there and kick out every last one of your teeth..."
Rohaan, who was lying casually on the floor as if his boredom tired him, turned his head so he could look at the uniformed officer directly. The guard flinched just a little. Rohaan's eyes were blue, but they were not the ordinary denim blue or even gray of most folks. They were a lapis lazuli azure, deep and yet unnaturally bright and saturated. A vibrant hue nature only gave to toxic, poisonous things. Amidst his unkempt and uneven blonde curls and his suntanned face, they seemed inhuman and out of place. Rohaan smiled slowly, flashing teeth. "Just you open that containment field, mate, and you'll get to see those buddies of yours I put in the hospital...If I don't decide to just [I]eat[/I] you instead..." 

In a moment, there was a man lying on the cell floor, and in the next, there was a black jaguar. He lunged at the guard with an animal yowl, though his paws met the containment field and held him at bay. These cells did not have doors or bars, just containment fields that stopped both physical momentum and magical projectiles. Visually, all that separated this officer from the pearly white fangs of the blue-eyed jaguar was a thin greenish-tinted membrane of light, and the officer's self preservation instincts were evidently stronger than his pride, because he jumped and took several steps back. Rohaan reverted to his natural shape and laughed darkly. It was painful and costly for him to pull a shift like that in his current state, but it was worth every last calorie and muscle ache to see the guard bolt out of the room to the safety of the hallway door. 

If he was going to be stuck here for a little bit, then he was going to have some fun with it.