[center][h3]Nick Waller[/h3]
[sub]November 29th- ???[/sub]
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Oh, Nick was gonna murder this guy. He actually even took a step towards Pondwater as he talked down to him, called him a [i]slave[/i] of all things, claimed he was the master and that Nick was the self-aggrandizing prick here. Then he went on his little rant, calling on them to fight for their so-called freedom. "Listen here, you slim-" 

Before he could continue, though, the freak slammed his gavel, and the real freak show began. The guards, faceless monsters that they were, began morphing into actual, literal monsters. Some were freaky twisty stork-looking things, while some transformed into some kind of wheel of legs with a lion head, and the captain became a god damn cerberus! 

Nick was so angry, however, that this only gave him a moment's pause as he looked over the grotesque creatures in front of him. Fists clenched, body practically vibrating with energy, Nick managed to get out a "You're fucking on," before being interrupted again. This time, however, the interruption was a welcome surprise. While Pondwater was practically doubled over, the busty police girl from his dream that morning appeared and skewered one of the cerberus' heads. Honestly, if he wasn't so emotionally exhausted and letting a metaphysical monkey powered by holy fury pilot his body, Nick probably would have found that hot. As it was, however, he could only appreciate the opening she'd created while the others started moving. The guy who'd showed Nick his phone was running to the lunatic who'd already tried to fight these guys, and one of the girls was charging the creepy bird things while using her jacket as a makeshift shield and weapon alongside the bigger guy who was also charging for the exit. 

Well, far be it from him to ruin a perfectly good escape plan. Nick followed after Barney and Mila, rolling his shoulder so that his arm came up a bit in his jacket to protect it from a jab of those things' beaks, and turned to watch the others. "Let's get the hell outta here!" he yelled to those that were yet to near the exit, some of the edge from earlier gone from his voice, but agitation still present. "Dunno about you guys, but I choose life!" Resorting to snarky, nihilistic humor in a literal fight for their lives was probably not the wisest move, but it was the least angry thing he could come up with, and it's not like he was angry with [i]them.[/i] Well, maybe Vincent, not that he actually knew the guy's name, but the poor bastard had gotten punished more than enough for his earlier actions. 

Once the others started moving past, Nick got going himself, not willing to rely on their miraculously-timed savior to cover them forever.