(Yo Puro.)

The cell was filled with red fog...

Payne lied against the dirty stone wall, blank white eyes unfocused and simply staring into space. The dull orange prison jumpsuit he wore, now more of a burnt red, shifted slightly as the Super-Human stirred quietly, shifting his body to the side in a seemingly inconspicuous way. The cameras, however, couldn't pick up the slight smirk his now-hidden face sported, nor could it pick up the sound of flesh tearing. Payne stared down at his arm, mentally inspecting how his arm shifted from it's 'clothed' form, and into a gory mass of muscular black biomass, with gruesomely clawed hands and crimson-red spikes jutting out at random intervals. The bracelet pulsed once, but Payne ignored the slight pain as if it wasn't there. The transformation only lasted a second, as Payne silently shifted his form back into it's orange prison sleeve, just in time for him to pick up the sound of approaching footsteps.

'That's right...it's Sunday, isn't it?'

Payne smoothly stood up, his muscles tensing and cracking as he finally moved his legs the first time in 24 hours. His clothing, nothing more then shaped biomass, rippled slightly in roving black spikes before solidifying and becoming the realistic orange-jumpsuit from before. Luckily, the process was too fast for the cameras themselves to catch, as most transformations only took a second or two, at the most.

"Prisoner...you have been chosen for the Sunday Community Room, as we must abide by our law and allow people, even abominations like you, to have a full day of exercise." The guard growled out, as if reading from a script, as he walked towards the cell. Gray gasmask, MSP uniform armor, stun gun and pistol. Nothing serious. Payne was confident that he could take him out, but there were cameras. He wouldn't make it too far. MSP Reinforcement Officers would be on him like ants. He wouldn't risk it.

Silently walking forward, Payne allowed the guard to quietly lead him through a series of halls, passing by different prisoners and officers/guards before they finally made it to the large community room. It was really, really large, with a table filled with healthy food, an exercise area not too far away from that, a few port-a-potties, and a common area, with computers. He had never been there before, as he often exercised in his own cell, so all of this luxury surprised him. Why so much?

"We will be bringing the other prisoners soon. Do not try anything." The same guard growled, pushing Payne into the room - or at least attempting to. Payne went with the shrug, giving the guard an evil look that would most likely stay with him forever. Hearing the door shut behind him, Payne gave a glance up at the hidden camera, only one, before silently scanning the room. There was only one camera from what he could see, and he had excellent vision.

Walking further into the room, Payne sat down in a chair in the corner, and simply plotted. As he did so, a sliver of pulsing black biomass swiftly sludged from his neck, silently climbing from his neck and up the wall, before slithering right into the camera. The camera was silently disabled, and no one, except him, knew the difference.

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MSP Officers went to every cell that was designated to have a day in the Community Room, to complete their job of escorting the super criminals. You may RP that oart out, or simply skip to them arriving to the community room.