The D Wing was particularly rowdy today. Two of the more mentally unbalanced inmates got into a fistfight in the hallway, and upon returning to their cells whipped up the entire block to go off screeching and hollering like a band of howler monkeys. It was an utterly maddening racket, but that was just how it went in Thornwood; if you weren't already mad, the deranged criminals locked up next to you would finish the deed. Some were better then that though. Take the one inmate in D who wasn't jumping around or burying themselves in pillows, but instead calmly reclining in her cell, drowning out the chaos around her with the dulcet tones of Der Hölle Rache from a contraband music player and earbuds. Uninterested in the unrest outside, she continued reading through her book, a new favorite of hers, about the conquests of Aurelian. [i]Restitutor Orbis[/i], a man who faced impossible odds and brought an empire back to greatness...it was a subject she found quite resonant nowadays. "Inspection time. On your feet, Monty." The inmate glanced up from her book at the pair of guards outside her cell, quickly stashing and hiding the music player. Marina was brought from the plains of the Balkans where Aurelion slew the Gothic king back to reality as the two rifle-wielding men set off the prisoners again. "...Monty?" she let slip as she stood up. "Maria Montressor Esquire the Third, whatever," the guard snapped back. "Stop fucking around and get against the wall." "...right," Marina said, setting the tome aside and placing her hands against the cold cement, staring at them as the metal door slid open. She'd been playing the part of compliance well thus far, but this demeaning little ritual she was forced into made it...difficult. Moreso when she felt the familiar gun barrel pressed against her temple. "That's hardly necessary," the soft voice of one of Novis' peons said as Maria felt the back of her shirt lifted up to her shoulder blades. "Strict orders," the other, more polite guard informed her. "If the device isn't functional, she becomes bulletproof in seconds." A touch extreme, but not wrong, Marina thought to herself. If the contraption strapped around her middle injecting a steady dose of WARWICK suppressant ever stopped, it wouldn't be long before she could figuratively and literally bring the claws out. Wincing as hands felt up and down her back around the attached device to check for faults, she fantasized about tearing it away and feeding it to the alien with a black hole for a stomach. No...feeding it to this guard, then feeding HIM to the alien. "All clear, but she'll need more of the suppressant compound tomorrow," the doctor announced, leaving Marina to hastily lower her shirt again. "Feel free to escort her to dinner." "Don't get too excited, no caviar or lobster on the menu," one of the guards smirked at her. "I don't even like caviar," Marina replied coolly as she was marched out of her cell. --- [i]*Splorch*[/i] Marina's grip on the tray tightened as the wet glob of food plopped onto the tray, flecking its greasy contents across her glasses. Letting out a deep sigh, she stepped out of line at the end and stared down at the unappetizing array in front of her. Certainly not lobster, she decided. At least the fruit sampling looked somewhat appetizing. If and when she got out of this wretched place, the first thing she'd do would be to find the biggest steak she could find. Rare, of course. She set about searching for a table, most of the other prisoners regarding her suspiciously. It was no wonder; with her mutation suppressed by a barely visible device and trapped in her frailest, slightest form, she looked almost comically out of place. Of course, she wasn't, and the worst that anyone could do was look at her strangely; the last one who tried to step to her ended up having a not so pleasant encounter with that ghoul. Speaking of which, she easily spotted her fellow monstrous counterpart across the way, sharing a table with a few other familiar faces; the aforementioned alien with a remarkable appetite, the delightful little radioactive firebrand, even the German fellow wrapped in a ridiculous amount of restraints whom she'd talked Wagner with. Seeing they were in an animated conversation, and her intuition picking up on the importance of it, she quickly strode over, only for an obnoxious little pixie to run in front of her and jump into the seat. “Heeey! What's crackin' ma homies?" she yelped at the group. "Randy, long time no see!" Marina rubbed the bridge of her nose with a frustrated sigh and walked around to the other side. “Well, it’s nice that you are here… I suppose," the ghoul said to the girl before he dropped his voice to a whisper. “So you going to catch us up on what you’ve been doing or…?" "Never heard you referred to as 'Randy' before," Marina declared, announcing her presence as she sat down and finally took off her glasses to wipe them off on her shirt. "Suppose I can't talk though, considering I was just called 'Monty'." She started prepping to eat, but upon looking at the slop, decided against it and just took the slightly malformed apple and slid the rest in front of Kailani.