ROLEPLAY HQ - bloody-destrucrion

The city never sleeps at night. What city does? Granvia City never does, always on the move, and held itself as a city that welcomed any and all powers. Powers, that’s what appeared in the world that one faithful day. No one knew what had caused it to start, and curiously enough, only certain people seemed to obtain these powers. Some thought that it was a miracle, or maybe a supernatural phenomenon. Others thought it was your typical government conspiracy theory. Either way, it was a slow acceptance of powers. But with the rise of powers, came a rise of a new league of people who claimed themselves as protectors. Dealing with national level threats, or even your typical crime ring. They indeed were protectors. Heroes. But not everyone thought that way. And sure as hell Blake didn’t think that. They stared up at the gray ceiling of their cell, located top floor of the facility that kept criminals, with the wing Blake was in considered dangerous. The room was decent. Tile floor, gray walls, a bed, a desk. But the cells were designed with one purpose in mind. To be able to keep someone’s powers suppressed. And when you step out of the cell. The cuffs around the prisoners wrist activated. It was for safety. Until one’s trial. If it ever came. And Blake was going to be there for a while. They were only 23, but they had helped run one of the second largest crime syndicates. Had being the key word in all of this. That was now dead and gone due to a rat. And the only thing Blake regretted from it, was letting the rat escape. Because now they were stuck here. Counting the lines in the ceiling. Fourteen like always. No more, no less. Their pale eyes trailing each one. They heard rumors of a new inmate being brought to the facility. That they were the one who killed a high ranked superhero. Blake of course, always ignored it. Starting to mumble the lines once again, before hearing the cell next to them start to open. The cell for the new inmate.

8:44 PM

@Blue Hound

‘To protect the people. To protect every and all people.’ That’s what Colton thought The League was about for years. His brother and he grew up idolizing them after they saved them from an attack on the city 15 years ago. When one of the heroes found out that their parents were killed in the attack, they were kind enough to offer them sanctuary and a place to stay through one of their cousins’. The two never doubted the heroes. Why would they? They did give them a second chance to live a happy life and grow after all. That is… until they didn’t. Three years went by. Three years since his brother’s disappearance. Three years of nonstop searching. Aside from getting recruited and working with The League as an underling, he spent nearly every minute of the day rereading old newspapers, articles, news videos, visiting the old location, talking to people, and strewing in his own thoughts to try and find out what exactly happened to him. There had been multiple accounts where he was close to giving up, reaching rock bottom or dead ends. The only thing stopping him from doing so was knowing that June was still out there, alive. He couldn’t explain why or how, but he could just feel it. Half a month ago, he found something that might have helped spur along his investigation, something that could have flipped his whole understanding of The League and their morals upside down. But the information was so heavily coded, confusing, and nonsensical that it left him feeling as if he was going insane. Nonetheless, he continued to try and chip away at it. Or at least that was the plan until he couldn’t. .

9:05 AM

He had just finished an evening scouting when some of the higher-ranking heroes pulled him aside, accusing him of the murder of Skylar Maurgrim, the hero who recruited him into The League. At first, he thought it was some sort of sick joke considering he was one of the outliers amongst his rank; antisocial, serious, cold, hardworking, emotionless. The only person who knew the warmer side of him was Mia, a young recruit who joined at the same time he did. They were adamant about their decision and sent him to the criminal facility while they prepared for a trial. When he arrived at the facility, his mind was still reeling. He only spoke when needed and complied with any order they gave him. A simple dog obeying commands. When they took him to his cell, he made sure to show no emotions toward the other inmates as they spat and berated him as he passed by. He wasn’t surprised by that, for he may have well sent them here to begin with and he still wore his uniform. It was only after he stepped into his cell and the guards left that he started to take in his surroundings, pale green gaze sweeping the walls, bars, and floor. They froze upon noticing his neighboring inmate. His brow furrowed slightly in thought, trying to figure out why they looked familiar.

9:05 AM

@Sad Boi Micha

Blake couldn’t help to stare out of sheer curiosity. After all they have watched many people arrive. People who try and get away, people who try and pull off the magnetized cuffs around their hands. The cuffs had no chain. Demagnetizing once they were put in the cell so your hands were free, only locking together when being transferred. Many who first came tried to pull them off in a futile attempt to no avail. Blake included. But they were now staring for a different reason. Their pale eyes taking in the heroes uniform, the face of the man. Then it clicked. Blake had been one of the few from their organization to break through the line of heroes sent to shut down the operation. Only to be met with the special task force that ultimately arrested them after a fight. “Ah. If it isn’t our valiant little hero.” Blake hummed pushing up their glasses. They leaned against the bars, careful not to stick their hands out. “A rare case for someone of your..” There was a pause as their eyes studied him. “Status to be here.” Very rare. And never heard of in fact. A small grin seemed to grace their face. “So mighty heroes can indeed fall. Especially if you’re up on this level..” Blake mumbled the last part as they seemed to be thinking now. Casting a quick glance at the guards who didn’t seem to even take notice of Blake. Guards were always posted at the end of the halls. Keeping watch to make sure no one escaped, and besides that, they didn’t seem to notice much. Blake knew as long as you didn’t cause a scene or a problem. You can get under the radar. (edited)

9:43 AM

@Blue Hound

Seeing the recognition flash within their eyes caused his own mind to realize who this stranger was. They were one of the people who ran one of the crime rings that the other heroes and he took down a few months back. As they spoke, he shifted his stance to face them more directly, arms resting at his side. He eyed them up and down, not caring if he was obvious about it or not. He remained silent, unsure if he should tell them why he was here. Would it be wise? He turned toward the front of his cell, peering down toward the direction he saw them look. Guards. It made sense considering they were temporary prisoners. “I am not meant to be here. I have been framed.” He said, turning back toward them. “What do you mean by ‘up on this level’? Is it different compared to the others?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest nonchalantly. Despite his job being dedicated to capturing villains, The League hadn’t bothered to teach them the ins and outs of the facilities. The only thing that they were told was that once they were put into either police custody or after entering the facility doors, they weren’t the hero's problem anymore but the security guards and officers. Unsure of how long he was going to stay, he figured learning more about this place wouldn’t hurt.

11:52 AM

@Sad Boi Micha

Blake bit back a laugh. Of course he didn’t know. They figured as much, it wasn’t hard to tell. Though they found it surprising he was actually talking to them. I’ve been framed. Blake’s eyes seemed to light up at this, their mind circulating back to the rumors they had heard. “So you’re the one who killed that hero everyone’s been talking about.” Blake tilted their head slightly. Tapping their chin in thought. “Thought it was all talk, never would’ve believed a fellow hero murdering another. I guess I lost the bet with cell 2A. Damn.” Blake let out a sigh though. Of all the people to have to share the cell ward with. They dropped the smile, crossing their arms now as their eyes narrowed behind the glasses. “We’re in level 5, the level that houses people who have committed top crimes,” there was a brief pause as they looked him up and down again, before looking at their hands as though inspecting their nails. “Or people with ‘dangerous’ powers. People who needs to be watched to make sure they don’t escape.” In this level, guards were posted at every turn. Security was higher here than it would be on any other level, and it was stricter. Some were placed here permanently like Blake and Colton. Some was put up there if they proved to be harder to control and nothing else was working. “Welcome to the level where you’re here to stay.” They said in an almost bitter tone. “Word of advice. I would keep your head down, and the stay gets easier.”

12:13 PM

@Blue Hound

In Colton’s eyes, despite being amongst the heroes, he found nothing strange in speaking with a villain if it meant gathering information. There were a plethora of heroes who’d disagree with him, saying that they’d only tell you lies and that they should never be trusted. They saw no point in even categorizing those types of people as worthwhile. His eyes narrowed, unable to hide the irritation within him when they also accused him of killing Maurgrim. “They’re all wrong.” He growled out before forcing himself to take a deep breath in through his nose, “Like I said, I’ve been framed.” He said with a calmer tone of voice. Typically, he didn’t let his anger get to him, not anymore. When June first vanished, his normally laid-back personality erupted into one of anger, bitterness, and a wall around his heart so thick that even his mother couldn’t break through. It was only after joining the heroes that he had finally managed to lock that part of him away. But with this new bullshit about him killing someone he personally knew and respected, he could feel that monstrous part of him trying to break free. To cause destruction. He personally thought he was doing quite well in preventing that, but being here… he knew right away that it was going to be hard if people continued to poke at that subject. He chalked it up due to the less-than-favorable environment; it made him uneasy. His glare shifted to one of confusion. He tilted his head slightly, “What do you mean ‘here to stay’? I have yet to go through my trial. I have not been proven guilty yet.”

10:23 AM

@Sad Boi Micha

“Alright. Let’s go with that narrative then.” Blake said, letting out a sigh. Now it was their turn to suck a deep breath in. Blake knew that confused look, because not only have they seen it time and time before. Blake, themselves, thought that before. “You think it is temporary huh.” Their hand gripped the bars of their cell tight. “I can see that the league has a tight hold on information as well. Even to the heroes.” Blake has been here for three months now, and knew it would be longer. Knew that there were those who been here for years. Some went on trial. Some did not. “.. And besides. Do you really think the league is going to put you on trial. Blasting the news to everyone that one of their own could be the murderer?” Blake looked back at Colten now, their smile gone. “People who they know they can’t control? Almost never leave here. And if they do..” Blake let that information linger in the air as they let go of the bars. Taking off their glasses cleaning them. Glancing at him from the corner of their eyes as their back leaned against the bar. “Guilty. Or not. It doesn’t matter once you’re in these walls. Been here for three months, not a word on my ‘trial’ and I know people who have been here longer than I.”

11:11 AM

@Blue Hound

As they explained, he lowered himself down to sit on the bed with his elbows resting atop his knees and his fingers laced together. His already confused expression deepened. People who they can’t control? He wasn’t one of those people, if anything, he was one of the easiest to control. If they told him to jump off a bridge, he’d do it without question. The only time where they struggled to control him was when he first got recruited, but that only lasted for a month or two. Did that mistake finally catch up to him and this was the consequence? He shook his head, that couldn’t be right. They’d have dumped him here years ago if that was the case. “That doesn’t make sense… it’s against the law to keep someone without charges in custody for longer than a week…” He muttered to nobody in particular. He focused his attention back onto Blake, “‘The League has a tight hold on information.’ Do you mean legal documentation? Because that’s common knowledge. It wouldn’t lead to active heroes getting sent to prison. The background checks take care of that.” Now, there was a chance where active heroes could be sent to prison through finding something hidden in their records, but this villain didn't need to know that. Of course, there had been people who tried joining The League, but after a background check, any of them with criminal records were denied entrance. People who had really bad records were sent to places like this, but that only happened once in a blue moon. Hell, the last incident happened many decades ago. (edited)

3:56 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

“Don’t be so blinded by what you think you know.” Blake laughed. “Sure legal documents are apart of it, but it is so much more. It’s how they run things. Why they run things. The league don’t care about law, just making sure they have the perfect image.” Blake never liked the league. Something always seemed to be off, and when they were locked up here, it only seemed to just reinforce that fact. “You’ll go through the motions. Do what they say, meet with a legal advisor. But eventually, it won’t matter.” Blake stopped talking for a moment, hearing the door to the ward open, their eyes glanced towards the end of the hall. “Guards are coming. Like I said. Keep your head down, especially around the other prisoners. They won’t take kindly to you being here.” There a group of guards were there. Two for each cell. A total of ten. Blake stepped back from the bars. “Alright. Come on.” A guard spoke opening the cell doors. Before retrieving Blake. The moment they stepped out of the cell, the cuffs magnetized and forced their arms together. Colton watched as Blake, and the other villains on this level were filed through, many giving him a glance. Leaving the two guards at his cell. The warden, a woman in her late thirties stood there with a gray prison uniform, pushing it through the bars. “Get changed. Then you’re off to see your advisor.” She spoke rough. Staring at him in a cold gaze. “After that, you’ll be with the rest of the prisoners throughout the day. I expect you to not cause problems.” She left without another word. The guards turning their back. It was standard procedure. And yet the way it was run, and the way Blake had described it. Seemed to have a disconnect. Everyone knew the league was fair. It was suppose to be.

4:31 PM

@Blue Hound

The perfect image. He wasn’t sure why, but hearing that sent a wave of unease within him. At first, he purposely tried to deny any sort of logic to that; how could someone like The League be unlawful? But then the logical part of him started to make its voice known. The few incidents of higher ranked heroes suspiciously muttering amongst themselves after certain arrests, illegal trades, questionable orders he and other recruits have done, and a few other things. Colton was only half listening to Blake’s advice, only snapped out of his train of thought when they warned him about the approaching guards. He shook his head, forcing himself to return to the present before standing, attention now toward the door. He silently watched the other inmates get cuffed and escorted out before turning toward his guards. When he was ordered to change, he did so without complaint. Despite being displeased with looking like the other criminals now, he knew it was better to have them on than The League's uniform; it made him stick out like a sore thumb. At least with the prisoner clothing, he’d be less noticeable to others except for the people who knew his face… which he was unsure of how knowing that was around here. Once changed, he notified the guards before getting cuffed and led out. He hoped the advisor would help bring more insight to this whole thing.

2:47 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

The guards took him out of the cell, and escorted him through the winding halls of the facility. No one would talk to him. Just push him through the halls, and down the lifts. Then, past a long hallway, was an empty room with a mirror, a table, and two chairs. Sat at one side seemed to be Colton’s legal adviser. He was a broad man in his late twenties, dressed nicely with glasses on, hair combed neatly. His eyes focused on the stack of documents on the table. His documents. “Mr..” The man glanced up as he sat the documents down. “.. Hazewell. I’m you advisor, Mr. Fitz. Why don’t you take a seat?” He gestured to the seat cross from him. Fitz had a thin lipped smile, as though he’s been through this time and time again. “I’ve been reading the case file, and it does not seem all that.. great.” He put his hands together as he spoke. Leaning on the table watching Colton. “With the evidence collected at the scene, and your well known reputation, frankly it doesn’t look good. The jury will find reason to condemn you to Maurgrim’s murder.” He closed the file. Placing a hand on them. Fitz sighed slightly leaning back into his chair. Tapping his hands on the table slightly as though thinking. “Of course. It would be a lesser sentence if you pleaded guilty.”

3:06 PM

@Blue Hound

Colton took a seat in front of Mr. Fitz with his hands resting in his lap, chin held high, and body relaxed. Despite his unworried body posture, his gut was squirming with unease. He glanced at the documents in front of the advisor and mirror before focusing his gaze on him. “Mr. Fitz.” He said with a modest nod. While the man explained his predicament, the young ex-hero’s expression slowly began to shift to one of confusion. Before getting sent here, no one had told him about anything aside from being a murderer. When he tried to press for answers, it just led to him getting ignored. “No one told me about the evidence at the crime scene. Could you further elaborate on that? Same with my ‘well-known reputation’ and sentence. I am confused about these so-called claims and no one has bothered telling me about them. I would like some clarification, please.” He made sure to keep his tone respectful, knowing that if he chose to show any hostility, it might further prove to them that he was… unstable enough to cause harm. He didn’t bother pleading guilty, he wouldn’t admit to a crime he didn’t even commit. Even if his life depended on it.

8:43 AM

@Sad Boi Micha

He could see Mr. Fitz’s smile falter slightly, but it still was there as he spoke. Watching Colton carefully. “Why, the way he was murdered is reminiscent to how you use your power.” He started off slowly. “And everyone knows that besides maybe one or two heroes, you keep to yourself, you’re distant.” It was as though the man himself was trying to read him, trying to see if he would slip up. Of course that was his job though. To watch him, to defend, and to advise. But it was as though he was wearing a mask. Something felt off. Yet Fitz gave a sigh and shook his head leaning a bit forward. “Look. I’ll defend you, yet you must understand me. I’ve seen cases like this, and the jury won’t be so kind to believe you weren’t involved in this.” The man sighed as he leaned back again, waving off his previous statement. “But, I’ll do what I can, and gather your defense. As long as you remain on good behavior here, maybe it will ease up on things.” Mr. Fitz stood up gather the documents and placed it in his bag. His eyes glanced to Colton one more time, as he also glanced at the clock on the wall. “I have other clients to see, but we will be in contact soon Mr. Hazewell.” He spoke as he walked out the door in a hurry. Colton was left alone in the room once again. Now the sound being only the ticking of the clock. He heard voices outside from the door, a familiar voice, before the door opened. “Make it quick. We don’t usually allow visitors here.” The voice of the guard spoke as the door closed again. “Dont worry. I plan too.” Mia Orlanda spoke. She was still in her own uniform, looking tired, looking worried.

9:18 AM

@Blue Hound

Colton’s brow furrowed as the man answered his questions, the wheels in his head already cranking away trying to make sense of it all. The only other bloodbending hero he knew about was someone named Alex Storm. But the difference between her and his bloodbending was that Storm’s was blood type based and his wasn’t; she was only able to bend type O- while he could bend anyone's. He knew Maurgrim’s blood type was O+, so Storm wouldn’t have killed him if she even wanted to. The only other possibility was a bloodbender user that he wasn’t aware of or someone who had staged the scene, someone who knew enough about him to know his power. The other thing that didn’t make a whole lot of sense to him was his personality. So what if he was distant and closed off? He doubted that he was the only one in The League who acted like that. Yes, he refused to partake in any events or games hosted by them unless absolutely forced to by Mia, but that was merely because he didn’t like socializing. There was nothing suspicious about that. But, there was one thing that did raise a few flags in his direction he supposed… He heard from a few officers that Maurgrim’s body was found about a day or two ago inside an abandoned building near a less-than-favorable part of the city. The murder just so happened to be a few buildings down from another abandoned building that he was snooping around a few hours after the hero’s death. Due to living alone and declining The League’s housing for heroes, he had no solid alibi aside from a few stray cats he’s seen. .

3:55 PM

He was brought back to the present when Mr. Fits sighed. “Thank you, Mr. Fitz. I will try my best.” He focused his attention on the man as he rose to leave. When he left, the only thing consuming his mind was the hope that he hadn’t seen the fear in his eyes when he looked at him. He didn’t want it to be mistaken for the fear of getting caught rather than the fear of getting wrongfully convicted. He looked back forward with a sigh as he bowed his head. He only remained in this position for a moment before jerking his head back toward the door. That voice… “Mia! W-What are you doing here?” He stammered, unable to hide the alarm on his face as the young woman entered the room. Any serious and professional mask he had cracked enough to show a sliver of relieved, confused fear upon staring at her.

3:55 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

Mia had been gone on a mission two days ago, she wasn’t suppose to be back until yesterday, but seems she had managed to finish early. Hearing Colton speak, she held up a finger as a subtle gesture for him to be quiet. The young woman giving a small smile to him, her eyes glancing to the cuffs around his wrists. “I heard what happened, I came as fast as I could, we don’t have much time.” She pulled the chair to sit beside him, not across. “I know what they are accusing you of, and I know you didn’t do it.” Her voice was soft, low, as though she was afraid that someone was listening. It wouldn’t be surprising with how controlling the league was, so Mia wasn’t taking the chance of it. “They asked me about you. Was insisting I knew something more no matter how much my answer changed. They asked me about Maurgrim, I told them I had left for a mission and didn’t see her.” Mia took in a deep breath. She was calm, not shaking, at least physically. Yet Colton knew Mia well enough, could tell something had shaken her by the fast way of talking. Her eyes darted to the door of the room. She tapped her foot slightly to calm herself. “But I saw her, an hour before I left I saw Maurgrim. And she was worried.”

4:08 PM

@Blue Hound

Noticing her quick gesture, he immediately quelled the questions he had built up for her as he watched her move the chair over beside him to take a seat. Despite knowing that she and a few others were the only ones who knew of his innocence amidst hundreds of others who didn’t sent a wave of hope crashing into him. A shuddered breath left him as he nodded his head with a faint smile. Similar to himself, Mia hid her emotions through a perfected mask of calm professionalism; one that only experienced eyed strangers or close friends could see past. Being a part of the latter category, he saw the truth. She was deeply unsettled. Any hint of the previous emotions he had shown seconds before warped into one of concern as she spoke. “The League? Were you able to figure out what they were trying to pry out of you? What about Maurgrim, did she tell you why she was so worried?” He asked just as quietly, pale green gaze hiding barely suppressed panic.

5:45 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

“I don’t know what they wanted from me. But Maurgrim? She said something wasn’t right. That she had found something, but wouldn’t tell me what.” Mia gave a sigh. Maurgrim may not have recruited her, but Colton knew that she was close with the hero. “I think it had something to do with The League. I don’t know what, but I’ve never seen her like this, and she was.” Mia stopped tapping her foot as she looked down. It was the same look she gave when news broke out another hero she had been close with just disappeared. A look mixed with anger, and fear. But it soon was stamped out as she let in and out a few breaths. “I think she got to close to something. Or someone, and whoever it is, is framing you.” She put a hand on his shoulder. Leaned in close, and looked dead serious. “I’m going to try and help clear your name. But. You need to think of breaking out, and clearing everything up. I know you. You can do it.” Mia never joked like this. Sure. There was times that she would joke, her brown eyes would light up with mischief as she suggested something as outlandish as breaking out of a league prison. But this didn’t have that, it had a sharp edge almost. She heard a loud knock at the door. Signaling their time was up. She got up slowly before sighing. “Think about what I said.” “Alright times up.” The guard said as the door opened. She was already leaving before they could say another word. Giving a nod. The guards turned to Colton. “Alright. Get up. We have places to be.”

6:03 PM

@Blue Hound

Something at the back of his mind sent warning bells off. He knew he should have felt more surprised by her words considering how devoted he was toward the heroes, but in actuality… he wasn’t, which surprised him even more. The subconscious part of him deep down knew The League had a shady side to it, but had always denied it. It was only when he saw the look of fearful anger from her that his denial started to crack. Mia was a smart woman. Both she and Maurgrim were. If something was wrong and they sensed it, only a fool would think little of it. Whoever framed him had to be one of his colleagues, there was no other way. Outside of the hero business, he never used his ability in public. Of course, there were no laws against using one’s power as long as it wasn’t used to harm others. With that in mind, due to needing to obtain someone’s blood, his power was more or less seen as harmful most of the time, so he really couldn’t use his power if he really wanted to unless he wanted to be charged with assault and civilian endangerment. The only people he could think of seeing his bloodbending up close were either heroes he’d worked with during training, active combat cases, containment units, or forensic pathologists. As he stared into her eyes, he saw the determined look in them. He felt nothing like that. “You have too much faith in me.” He whispered as dread started to pool within his gut. He was way out of his depth here. He was in one of the most guarded wing of the facility filled with powerful and hostile people. He knew nobody here and had no clue where to begin his escape plan. His attention shifted off of her when he heard a knock on the door. “I will.” He said to her right before the door opened. Like a switch, his slightly hunched form straightened and the mask to hide his true emotions slipped back on. He was the closed-off and serious Hazewell everyone knew. He watched her leave in silence before rising from his seat to follow the guard.

7:22 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

The guard started to lead him down the twisting halls again. And Colton could hear voices drifting through the usually quiet halls. A door opened, and he was dropped off at a large room, where a large crowd of prisoners were kept. Once Colton entered the cuff’s demagnetized, allowing his hands to be free, but his powers were still suppressed under the blue glow the cuffs seemed to emit. There were guards throughout the room, keeping a distance from the prisoners, but there was still that gaze. A gaze that waited for someone to mess up, predatory. Blake was use to that gaze. Lazily laying on one of the benches, throwing a glare to anyone who got close to them. It was survival after all. If people knew not to get close to you then you could observe. If only their observation easily lead to them finding out they’ve been betrayed. But there was no use in running yourself ragged by it. But now, the mess hall seemed to quiet down, causing the male to glance up from his book, one of the few privileges the facility gave. After all had to keep the prisoners enriched somehow to keep them from revolting. Blake could practically feel the tension rise as Colton walked in. It was gradual at first, people whispering, pointing out that a hero was in their midst. Blake frowned as they sat up, adjusting their glasses. “And here I was at peace.” They couldn’t help but groan. With how this tension was, Blake wouldn’t be surprised if someone was stupid enough to throw the first punch, even at the risk of confinement.

7:40 PM

@Blue Hound

Given the circumstances, he thought of himself as pretty calm while they walked down the hall. It was just him and the guard after all; minus the occasional passing faculty employee. When the sound of voices started to get louder and he saw the double doors, the unease within him returned. He might not have ever been to a prison before, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what room that was. The mess hall. When the guard and he entered, Colton felt the mood of the room shift almost immediately. The indistinct chatter of the inmates from outside the room quelled to whispers amongst seatmates and pointing fingers. The ex-hero knew that wasn’t a good sign. When his cuffs unlinked together and the guard left his side to allow him to traverse the room alone, he glanced around the room slowly before walking toward one of the more emptier tables. It was only after he sat that the inmates’ chatter continued; albeit not as loud. It didn’t take long before two thugs came sliding into the seats on either side of him with a third sitting across. They were close enough to him that he could feel their body heat radiating off them. It took every ounce of power in him not to scowl. Despite being six feet tall, these guys had a good five or so inches on him and bodies that all screamed bulk. .

4:56 PM

“Out of all the years I’ve been here, I never would have expected a hero scum to crawl into the crime life.” The one across from him casually said while leaning back against his seat. If it wasn’t for the unfriendly glint in his eyes, one might have guessed he was just making casual banter. Before he could answer, the one to his left abruptly leaned in real close and gave him an audible sniff before cackling with a filthy smile. Colton couldn’t help but furrow his brow as he leaned away from him, but the woman to his right prevented him from getting far as she grabbed ahold of his forearm from underneath the table. Her grip was strong. Threatening. “You’re the bastard who turned me in.” She spat as he turned to face her. He recognized her immediately as he caught sight of the ugly vertical scar running down the left side of her face from temple to jawline. She was one of the first people he’d detained once joining The League. He had given her that scar when they were fighting each other. “I’m gonna enjoy carving your pretty little face into pieces.” She growled as she dug her nails into his arm hard enough that he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stifle a hiss of pain. “Harley, be nice. You’ll get your chance once we’re in the yard.” The man across from him said as he eyed him up and down before rising. A flash of movement was the only thing Colton saw before he was suddenly yanked forward by the front of his prison uniform. “Besides, we just came to give the League’s bitch a warm welcome to his new home.” The brute sneered, staring him in the eye before letting him go with a rough shove. The act was quick enough to prevent any guards from physically intervening but it did cause them to verbally tell the trio to watch themselves. .

4:56 PM

Luckily for the lad, the three rose and left him to sit alone. It was only then that he was able to sit back down with a shuddered breath he didn’t know he was holding. If the majority of prisoners were going to be like that, how the hell was he going to survive long enough in here to escape?

4:56 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

Blake watched the exchange from afar, their eyes narrowing. Harley had been there for a while and had a reputation for herself, one that Blake knew well. She was a level three inmate, longer sentence, if she ever got out, and powers weren’t a full worry in the facilities eyes. Something that they could control. Slowly Blake stood up, the only inmate who was trying, and failing, to talk to them like always becoming silent. “Blake you good?” She huffed, staring at him with those dark eyes realizing they had once again been ignoring her. “Quinn.” They glanced down at the villain. She was three years their senior, had been there for a year, and made seemed to make it her bloody mission to annoy them. “Please. Not today.” They said with an exasperated sigh. This only caused her to raise an eyebrow before she followed their gaze to the table with Colton. Seeing the three leave. “Ah, I’ll leave you to it then. Dont get into another scrap at the yard though, not going to help you.” Blake’s first day here, they were forced into solitary. Not because of a fight, but because they were angry, an insatiable rage that threatened to swallow everything whole. They had made trouble for the guards, and spent the next three days there. Blake was then unceremoniously dumped in the yard. The yard was a different place from the rest of the facility. At the yard you were allowed to use your powers. However the freedom was never there. The cuffs wouldn’t be activated with their suppression tech, but that didn’t mean they weren’t on, that didn’t mean they couldn’t take away your powers in the split second. Of course it never came to that, not unless someone tried to escape, or fight a guard. And when one person would activate. Everyone’s would. So fights that happened? Happened between prisoners. And everyone knew to step back and let it happen, especially if someone was gunning for a specific person, only becoming a full out brawl if a stray punch landed on someone else. .

And Blake has been in his fair share of fights. Especially their first time in the yard. Someone from their organization tried to fight, a guy who was lower rank than Blake yet they thought that he was a friend, thinking it to be a good idea. Of course, his makeshift weapon was turned to ash before it could even land on Blake, and that rage exploded. Blake had to be pulled off from the man, and back to solitary for a few more days. Blake mainly got glares now. Some tried to fight them, no one ever brought any weapons that could be destroyed though, but others knew to ignore. No one liked a ticking time bomb. Ans from their first day out at the yard that’s what Blake was labeled. Blake slid across from Colton, dropping the book on the table and leaned forward, head on their hands. “So, back from your.. advising huh.”

3:45 AM

@Blue Hound

The feeling of relief from being left alone didn’t last long as Colton caught sight of one of the inmates rising from their seat a few tables away and approached him. He really wasn’t in the mood to get insulted or threatened at the moment. But once he realized that it was the prisoner that shared his cell wall, he slightly relaxed. So far they appeared to be fairly neutral around him, which was more than the other inmates. Though, for how long was the real question. He straightened his posture as they sat down across from him, though he kept his arms resting on the table, having learned his lesson in being defenseless from earlier. A small part of him was curious about why they decided to sit with him, but he shoved that thought aside. “I am.” He simply replied, not bothering to tell them the details. If they came to try and weed out any information about the meeting, they’d quickly find that their attempt would be futile. He had no desire to tell anyone. He nodded his head in the direction the trio stalked off toward; somewhere near the far corner of the room opposite of them. “Know who they were?” He asked, wanting to change the subject and hoping they’d take the bait. “I noticed you were watching our chat.” He really didn’t notice until they rose from their original seat, but based on how soon they came to approach after the trio left, it made sense that they were keeping an eye out for an opening to speak with him.

4:37 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

Blake hummed slightly, fingers drumming against the book as they nodded slightly to Colton. Their eyes watching him closely for just a moment. “Harley has been here for a while, most inmates here try and avoid her due to her ability to hold grudges and get revenge, the brute’s named Finn, and the one who sniffed you is Sam.” Blake hummed every so slightly. They glanced around the cafeteria, a slight frown on their face. “Finn came not long after Harley, and Sam was processed in the same time as I. He managed to fit in quickly the two, and those three have been trouble.” Blake couldn’t help but chuckle ever so slightly, a low chuckle as their eyes lingered on the trio for just a second, Colton noticed how they seemed to be watching more than just him, watching the mess hall, always on guard. After all, if they knew what was coming, it was easier to navigate. Blake then blinked, before straightening slightly. A grin on their face as they turned to Colton. “Of course I’m watching though. Not only is your cell adjacent from mine, you helped capture me.” There was a small pause though. Letting those words linger before speaking. “But unlike Harley here. I don’t hold a grudge against you.” Blake was talking carefully, they knew people who come in here could be a new ally. But with Colton being from the League, it was a delicate situation, they wanted to know where Colton stood.

5:00 PM

@Blue Hound

If he was more of a vocal person, he would have shown his acknowledgment to them answering his question, but instead, he just watched them with an unreadable expression as he took in their information. Based on his memory, when he encountered Harley, she seemed to be the somewhat unstable, rash, and ‘should avoid at all cost’ type of person. He wouldn’t doubt that she also had a grudge and revenge personality. Her threat to carve his face was a testimony to that. Just like them, he too was carefully observing them while they spoke. He took note of their flickering gaze and posture; one that appeared relaxed, but could switch into action on a dime. They were on guard, but hid it well. A quick glance around told him nearly everyone held themselves like that. It made sense considering a threat could appear out of nowhere. I don’t hold a grudge against you. His eyes narrowed in confusion. There’s no way they could be helping him out of the kindness of their heart. These types of places always have some sort of payment, whether that be cigarettes, stamps, favors, or deals. “What is your objective here, speaking with me? Helping me?”

8:14 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

“Mainly curiosity.” Blake shrugged. “After all, you were a league hero before coming here.” Though it felt like half of the reason, and seeing how Colton looked at them like he didn’t really believe that Blake would do this just out of the kindness of their heart, they just smiled a bit. “I do want to help you. And maybe, you can help me.” Blake wasn’t going to lie, maybe omit some details, but they were telling the truth. They were curious about Colton, information was valuable here for Blake, they made it almost a mission to learn whatever or whoever they can. Their subject of interest always shifting. And they did want to help him, it would be no good that the leagues former hero get locked in solitary for a while, do no good at all. Blake rested their head against the palm of their hand, tilting it ever so slightly. “Besides,” they started to speak, a little softly. “It could be beneficial for the both of us if we help each other.”

4:48 AM

@Blue Hound

There it was, the trade-off. His head tilted minutely, expressing his curiosity. What could he have that could help them? Intel on The League? The strengths and weaknesses of his comrades? Their other bases? If that was what they wanted, any bets on helping each other out would be off the table. Despite getting wrongfully convicted, his loyalty to the organization remained strong. Nonetheless, he leaned forward slightly. Their words piqued his interest and he did need help if he were to try and find a way out of here. “How could we help each other out?” He asked with a somewhat quiet voice. There wasn’t anyone sitting nearby, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

8:49 AM

@Sad Boi Micha

“I want to find the person who betrayed my organization, and simply disappear.” Blake hummed. “And you want to prove your innocence. Correct?” They stared at Colton quietly drumming their fingers against the table. Blake kept themselves from showing all their cards. They wouldn’t let him see everything they were wanting yet, just enough to form a plan. Seeing Colton’s interest, Blake continued on. They also leaned forward, their eyes serious. “We can work together for our goals. Escape, get our answers, and then just go our separate ways.” Blake leaned back now, relaxing, letting everything settle. “What do you say? What else do you have left to lose?”

6:10 PM

@Blue Hound

His eyes widened slightly with newfound interest. Recalling his memory, he did remember hearing that an anonymous person called The League to tell them about the illegal ring. Granted, despite now knowing that they have a traitor amongst their ranks, it didn’t exactly mean that that person was the one who called the organization in. Nonetheless, that was good information to have. He nodded his head toward their question. He wanted to prove his innocence. That and to find the person who framed him. He wanted to know why they did it. Why they chose to frame him specifically. He remained silent, staring into their eyes, trying to find any hint of falsehood from what they said. After a moment of finding none, he relaxed his shoulder and nodded. “I’ll take you up on your offer. But if I find out that you’ve been lying… there will be consequences.” Despite only fighting them once, he wasn’t afraid to fight them again if things turned sour.

4:44 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

Blake just simply laughed at that. There was no doubt in their mind that he was serious about it, but Blake still found it amusing. They just gave Colten a smile, chuckling. “I have no reason to lie to you, yet I’ll keep that in mind.” They chuckled, glancing at the guards, than the cuffs. “First we have to get these things off of us.” It was easier said than done. If someone was caught tampering with their bindings, then it would make their stay worse, and Blake knew this, and then the question of if a big enough distraction could be made for them to escape.

10:02 PM

@Blue Hound

Colton’s expression remained unwavering as Blake laughed, though he was perplexed about what he could have said to cause them to react like that. A low hum left him. He supposed their word would have to do. His gaze shifted down onto their cuffs and then onto his. He eyed them for a second before looking back up at Blake. “Do you know how they work? Or if anyone here is a mechanic or technician of some sort?” As he spoke, he was already thinking about how they might be able to get the cuffs demagnetized, but if what he had in mind was true, it wouldn’t be easy to achieve.

4:23 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

“The facility is lined with technology, ones that keep the cuffs activated, certain rooms like this one allows the cuffs to still tamper with our abilities, but slow free hands.” Blake started to explain, absentmindedly running their thumb against the smooth metal of the cuff. “The only place they can’t use them is out in the yard.” They frowned slightly, thinking for just a moment before speaking again. “As for a technician.” Their eyes trailed away from Colten and to the place they had sat before. Quinn was still there, having picked up the book Blake had left behind, yet her eyes easily met theirs. She just gave them a nod before glancing back at the book. Blake nodded in her direction before looking back at Colton. “Quinn can help us, she’s a techie, main reason why she is here.” Blake knew she would be willing to help them, but always for a price. “She’s the one who also told me how they work.”

6:49 AM

@Blue Hound

Colton mentally filed away the information Blake gave him as he watched their attention shift off him and toward someone else. He turned his head to try to spot who they were looking at and noticed a woman who appeared around his age looking in their direction. He saw her nod and glanced back toward Blake as they nodded to her in return. It didn't take a genius to connect the dots that the woman must have been Quinn. He nodded his head before another question came to his mind. "What is 'the yard'--" A loud buzzer from the speakers in the room cut him off. It was the bell to signal the inmates that lunch was over and it was time to get back to their 'jobs', which were chores/tasks each inmate was assigned to do. An irritated sigh left Colton as inmates all throughout the room rose from their seats and left the room. A few remained though and started to head toward the doors that led into the kitchen area. Colton had been informed when he first entered the facility that he was assigned the job of 'mess hall cleaner'. As a mess hall cleaner, he and the other inmates assigned with the job were ordered to clean up all the trays, tables, floors, chairs, and other things after each breakfast, lunch, and dinner. "I guess we will continue this conversation later then?" He asked them.

2:07 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

“Find me again once the free period starts. And stay away from Hailey and her gang.” Was all they answered as they got up. “Just keep your head down, and you’ll be fine.” Quinn came by them, couldn’t help but to eye Colton curiously before pulling on Blake’s sleeve to lead them out. Knowing it wasn’t a good idea to just stay, the eyes of the guards watching closely. After Quinn made it to her assignment, Blake would then walk alone to where they needed to go. The storage area to keep inventory and the place clean, of course always under the watchful eyes of guards. Blake would keep to themselves then, keep their head down. There wasn’t any more that they could do until the hours passed to finally be pulled into the free period. They couldn’t help to actually allow themselves to feel a small sliver of hope. The gears in their mind turning all about to come up with different outcomes, all while their face remained passive. It was the main reason why they were the second in command with their crime ring. Always trying to think one step ahead. Of course. The hours seem to drag on before the guards had to orders to start herding the prisoners out in the yard. A giant space that was fenced off, guards at every post. A place that even the cuffs didn’t suppress everyone’s powers.

4:36 AM

@Blue Hound

Colton nodded his head at Blake's advice before turning on his heel to head into the kitchen. Inside the room were two other inmates and one guard. Despite being new to the job, it didn't take a genius to figure out how to clean stuff, so the inmate who was assigned to train him didn't stick around for long before he was busy scrubbing away at any and all surfaces. Throughout the shift, the man couldn't help but think of his own ideas, but he didn't doubt that Blake had better ideas up their sleeves. They were more familiar with the people locked up here and had more connections than he ever would. After an agonizing amount of time of cleaning the same floors who knows how many times, the guards told the three of them to stop working and were escorted to the yard. When he entered, he was surprised to see just how large the space was. It was about the size of four football fields with a fenced-in perimeter that had tall watch posts every few yards. He wasn't sure how Blake and Quinn would find him in such a large and populated place, so he decided to stay in the general vicinity of the door from which they all came out. He found a vacant bench not too far from the fence and sat down. He made sure to appear nonchalant, only giving a casual glance here and there to discreetly search for the two.

6:38 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

“So, you must be Colton.” A voice from his left spoke as someone sat down on the bench. Quinn couldn’t seem to help but stare, studying Colton with curious hazel eyes, pressing her hands together leaning in as the deactivated cuffs clinked together gently. Unlike Blake who seemed to keep to themselves and a low profile, Quinn seemed to be more lively. Her smile didn’t falter as she settled back against the wall, pulling her legs to sit crisscrossed on the bench. “Blake told me to find you, they should be here soon.” Quinn hummed slightly looking around the yard as more people slowly started to file in. “You know, not doing bad here for your first day. Only have the attention of one crew, better than Blake. Oh that was interesting—” Quinn could probably go on about anything, as long as someone would listen. It almost seemed out of place here, where many just kept in their groups, or to themselves. And yet, she didn’t seem to care. “Quinn, can we not talk about that day?” Blake’s voice cut through her rambling as they walked up, adjusting their glasses. “We don’t want to scare off the ex-hero now.” They added as they leaned against the wall beside her. Quinn only responded with a slight grin of amusement, but indeed shut up at that.

8:41 PM

@Blue Hound

The ex-hero straightened to attention at Quinn's arrival. "And you must be Quinn." He responded with a polite nod. He briefly eyed her up and down before returning to watching the yard, though he kept his head still with an ear directed toward the lass as she spoke. Out of all the people he saw here, Quinn's personality was one he didn't quite expect to see here. He wasn't complaining though, it made things feel less... oppressive. Mentioning his cell neighbor caused him to return his full attention toward her though, unable to hide the cocked brow and flashing eyes of curiosity. What kind of thing did they do to catch more attention than a former hero? Helping run the second-largest crime syndicate. Right... Before she was able to tell him the story though, he caught sight of Blake approaching. "Don't worry, you won't." He paused, lost in thought for a moment, "Are you still on the radar from the people you caught the attention of when you first came here?" If they do, that could hinder or hurt their plan in more ways than one.

11:11 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

“Nah, I haven’t been on their radar in a while now.” Blake shrugged, giving a sly smile. They glanced around the yard silently, making sure the guards around wasn’t paying attention to them. “Quinn, what can you do about these?” Blake gestured to the cuffs. Colton noticed that unlike the others, Blake’s still emitted a faint glow, indicating that they were still suppressing their powers. It made sense, Blake was able to destroy anything they touched at will. Quinn gave a hum. “A volt powerful enough will short circuit the cuffs for a short time, just enough for you to destroy them.” She started to say. But Blake raised an eyebrow, after all if she knew this, then why didn’t she try it before? She seemed to have noticed the look because she couldn’t help but to chuckle. “Downside is you have a risk of being electrocuted if I get interrupted.” “So we need a distraction huh.” Blake mused causing her to nod. “That shouldn’t be too hard we just need—” They glanced off to the side in curiosity, seeing Harley and her gang start to head over. The gears and Blake’s head were actively turning as they looked over at Colton with a small grin. Quinn seemed to have picked up on their friends thought process quickly. “It would make for a good distraction.” Quinn hummed slightly. “And Harley has been itching for a fight.” Blake looked to Colton. Their lips twitching into a smile. “If we want to get out. All you have to do is distract everyone long enough. They can’t pass up watching a fight, not even the guards.” It almost didn’t seem like Blake was giving him a choice. They calculated all the events could happen. And this seemed like the most probable one. “Worst comes to worst we just have to try again.”

6:29 AM

@Blue Hound

Their answer settled some unease Colton had, but the sly smile they gave made him narrow his eyes skeptically, but he let that slide when they brought back the topic of the cuffs. When he saw the still active cuffs on Blake's wrists, a flash of confusion darted across his mind, but it was quickly brushed away upon remembering their power. His head tilted slightly as Quinn gave in her two cents about the devices. Based on the look Blake gave her and her reasoning, he made the assumption she had the ability to manipulate electricity of some kind, but if she was able to do that, then why wouldn't her cuffs be activated? His thoughts were interrupted when he sensed the two looking at him. He glanced up at them, "Yes...?" The looks they were giving him did not settle him in the slightest. It looked mischievous. When they explained to him their idea, his eyes widened in alarm. A fight!? He whirled around to look around and immediately spotted Harley and her gang walking over. He muttered out a curse before turning back to Blake and Quinn. He worked his jaw up and down, trying to find a way to back out of this chaotic diversion, but he couldn't think of any. With a resigned sigh, he lifted his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Alright, I'll do it. What are the rules for fighting?"

4:47 AM

@Sad Boi Micha

“As long as there is no threat of a guard getting hurt, or any deaths, anything goes.” Blake shrugged. For someone who was supposed to be helping Colton escape, they seemed to want to do it in chaotic ways. Quinn hummed as she shifted a little to allow Blake to sit down. “Worst they can do if it gets too rough out there is put you in confinement.” She glanced at Blake who settled beside Quinn, as though checking on them. If there was any reaction to her words, they didn’t show it. “Fights like this is entertainment for the guards, hell, I theorize they put daily bets in to see who would win.” “Look, all you have to do is keep in it for just long enough for me to destroy these cuffs. Once that happens, we can leave.” Blake cut in. “See simple? Easy plan to follow. Harley will even send out Sam and Finn to fight first before she even goes into the ring.” They shrugged slightly before nodding towards where Harley was. Blake knew they were throwing Colton out to the wolves, but they also knew he would be fine, probably. If things get to out of hand Blake knew they could feasibly jump in to help, they just needed some time to get the bloody cuffs off. So why should they be worried? They frowned slightly giving one last look before tuning to the two. “Well, if we want to do this, we need to do it now.” Blake sat the cuffed wrists in their lap. “Good luck.”

5:20 AM

@Blue Hound

Their words did little to quell the blooming unease within Colton's gut. It only worsened when he learned that he'd have to fight two other thugs before even getting to the main course. Despite having been in multiple unfair fights in the past and winning them, he wasn't too keen on showing his power to dozens of powerful criminals. He was just going to keep his powers behind closed doors for this fight. It shouldn't be too hard, right? He glanced back over at Harley, who was staring at him with a hungry glint in her eyes. He mentally frowned, not looking forward to fighting her if it ever got to that point. She had the ability to turn 'invisible'. But not in the physical kind of sense like refracting light or changing the color of her skin. She could alter one's mind to think that she couldn't be seen, she was invisible in the mental kind of sense. It made fighting her a real pain. "Hm. Thanks." He grumbled to Blake before rising from his seat. A quick glance around showed him that there was an already gathering audience. Some inmates were forming a loose, wide circle around him and Harley's group while others watched from afar. When he approached closer toward the 'ring's' center, he noticed people behind him already closing in, unintentionally giving Blake and Quinn more cover to work on the cuffs. As the two had mentioned, Sam and Finn walked forward to make themselves known that they were the ones he was going to fight. The crowd around them shuffled forward, forcing them to get closer until they had about the space of a typical circular fighting ring to move around in.

4:47 AM

For the first few minutes of the fight, it was mainly Sam trying to dupe the ex-hero with false attacks and lunges while they circled one another. Colton remained unphased though as he paid close attention to the man's movements. When Sam eventually chose to strike with a quick uppercut and side jab, Colton dodged out of the way of them before ducking into a clear opening to throw his own punch or two at his kidney. A stifled cry of pain left him as it felt like he had punched a brick wall. Sam was laughing and the crowd was cheering. He didn't have time to dwell on the pain as he saw a fist flying into his peripherals. He was just able to slip under the blow before retreating a safe distance away. A quick glance at Finn told him that he was waiting for Sam to tire him out before attacking, but he wanted to be there to make Colton have to divert his focus in case he did choose to strike. Colton flexed his injured hand with narrowed eyes as he continued to keep his distance from the two. He had fought and read about different powers enough to know that Sam's ability had something to do with hardening the surface of his skin. He cursed mentally. He wasn't strong enough to injure the man externally, so he had to use his power. The only problem with that was figuring out how to get to his blood. Upon further observation though, it appeared his eyes and the inside of his mouth were still normal. With a growl, Colton darted forward, determined to try and find a way to make the man bleed. Being smaller and more nimble than Sam, he was able to get back underneath his guard with relative quickness. He tried throwing a few punches and kicks toward pressure points in hopes that there were any weaknesses there, but he quickly found out that there was no such luck. By the time he retreated again, his arms and legs were throbbing something fierce.

4:48 AM

Sam cackled again as he approached at a leisurely pace. The man was playing with him he realized as he stepped away. Any chances of figuring out another attack flew out the window as Sam suddenly came rushing toward him. The blood bender was able to block and dodge most of the attacks, but his attention slipped when he saw Finn in his perioral make a sudden lunge his way. Instinctually, he pivoted himself to prepare his attack, but it was only when he felt his side erupt with blinding pain that he realized the man only did that to throw his guard off. The next punch Sam sent his way made him feel like his ribs broke. He desperately tried to get more distance away from the cinderblock of a man, but he came at him again. Despite the pain, Colton just barely managed to dodge the attack with a jerk to the side. With his ideas depleted and getting fed up with constantly being hurt, he quickly drew his hand toward his mouth, bit the pad of his thumb with his canines, and yanked his hand away. The spike of pain in his thumb was hardly noticed as a crimson long-spiked knuckle duster formed over his hand. Feeling more secure with an actual weapon this time, Colton whirled back his arm and launched a brutal punch toward the man's side. To his dismay, the man was unphased as he quickly spun to throw a counter punch. The blow was fast and hard enough to knock the young man to the ground. Sam swooped down onto him with a yell, his fists aimed to pound him into next year. But by some miracle, the young man saw the slimmest of openings and struck. A scream of pain left the man as he reeled backward clutching his mouth. Colton had managed to pierce a hole straight through the inside of the man's cheek with a spike when he went to punch him.

4:48 AM

Not wanting to allow the brute to recover and in need of his blood, the ex-hero launched himself off the ground and struck the man's face again. The pain he caused must have made Sam's focus on his power stutter, for his blow was strong enough to stun the giant. He tried to shove a finger into the hole and rip it completely open, but Sam's awareness came back to him quicker than he thought and managed to shove him away. That was fine with Colton though. He had what he needed. The finger that he stuck into the man's cheek was stained red with his blood. Locking his gaze onto the prisoner, he ran his bitten thumb across the digit and watched as the man's body suddenly grew taut. As if he was suddenly a puppet attached to strings, the hulking body suddenly flew toward Finn at an alarming speed.

4:48 AM

@Sad Boi Micha

Blake watched fight. Waiting for the guards and other inmates to get into it. But Blake was watching for a secondary reason, to make sure Colton wasn’t getting to over his head. Quinn on the other hand, kept her head down waiting for Blake’s signal. Finn wasn’t going to catch his friend, sidestepping letting the other inmates deal with the boulder of a man. Instead he slowly walked into the ring, cracking at his knuckles. Finn disappeared, and as quickly as he did. He would quickly appear once more in front of Colton to swing for his face. His stance was that of a professional fighter, someone who was born into it. His fist made contact in a right hook, before he shuffled back slightly, swinging for the man’s side. Blake couldn’t help but to grimace slightly, they had seen Finn fight before, but this was different. The large man looked hungry for it. “Blake..” Quinn warned quietly. It was now or never. Blake watched as Finn blocked a blow from Colton, disappearing once again before appearing to the side. The man was starting to get tired using his power, but he still was determined to get a few hits in. “Do it. Don’t hold back.” Blake said softly. Balling up their fists as Quinn grasped the cuffs firmly. The electric shock ran through the cuffs, Blake feeling the hair on the back of their neck stand from how strong it was. But they trusted Quinn to keep control, to not electrocute them on accident. The ring grew tighter around Colton and Finn. He tried to go for Colton’s face again, but his movements faltered for a moment, leaving a clear opening for Colton, but just for a moment.

6:16 PM

@Blue Hound

The speed at which Sam was sent flying was quick enough that a few of the spectators were bowled over on impact as he flew into the crowd. His body came to a tumbling stop as he hit the ground hard. The people around him gave him a brief once-over to make sure he was still breathing before shifting their attention back to the fight. The ex-hero's eyes narrowed with displeasure as Finn sidestepped his meager attempt at getting a leg up on him before he had to fight him. He knew the move was simple and easily avoidable, but a small part of him had hoped that it would have worked. He briefly shook out his arms before returning them to a defensive position as he watched the man enter the ring like how a cat watched a laser. He was ready. ..... Until the man disappeared. In a blink of an eye, Finn suddenly appeared right in front of him and an eruption of pain blinded him. Luckily the blow the man dealt wasn't a punch that knocked him out, but it stunned him enough that he was too slow to fully block the second attack. An audible groan left him as he staggered backward to recuperate and regain his bearings. He mentally cursed as he noticed Finn's sure-footedness, form, and focus. Unlike Sam who was mediocre at fighting, a blind bat could have seen that this man was a highly skilled fighter. He took a deep breath through his nose before letting it out slowly through his mouth. This was the moment where he had to put all the training he had from The League to good use. The next time the teleporter came to strike, he was able to block the blow and sent his own counter with a rear hook. He couldn't help but bare his teeth slightly as the man blocked his attack with his arm. When he disappeared again, Colton whirled around, frantic to try and predict where he was going to appear. It was by pure luck that he guessed correctly and barely managed to block the next hit before he disappeared again.

4:34 PM

This little game of flickering in and out from view went on for a few more minutes. At first, Finn's brutal blows connected more often than not and left the lad internally screaming, but in due time, the ex-hero started to find it easier to dodge or block the attacks. The consistent use of the man's power was starting to tire him out. Throughout this, the circle had shrunken into a space so small that the only way to evade a hit was by blocking or tight weaving back and forth. The crowd suddenly roared as Colton managed to slip within Finn's guard and claw the underside of his jaw. They cheered even louder when they saw blood and the larger man's body go hurling into the crowd right where Sam was sitting. The brunet violently shook his head as he bounced up and down on the ball of his feet. His pointer and middle finger were red from where he managed to scratch the teleporter's jaw. Not a moment later the ring parted as Harley came sauntering into the ring, which was spreading back to its 'original' size. "Ready for a makeover, Vampire Bat?" She sneered at him. Colton's eyes narrowed as he watched her flex her left hand. She had the ability to make people see their worst fears and manipulate them to her bidding if she managed to place her left hand against exposed skin. Even though he was exhausted from Finn and Sam, the terror of facing his worst nightmare forced him to continue to fight. He got back into his fighting stance and began to circle the ring as Harley began her slow advance. If the cuffs made any deactivating sound, it was drowned out by a new wave of hooting and hollering as blows started to get exchanged between the two inmates.

4:34 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

Quinn pulled her hands away from Blake. Checking over making sure there was no clear sign of what they had just done. But Blake? They just stared around blinking. Eyes scanning every little detail in the sea of people, before simply looking down at the cuffs. Blake’s powers were simple, once their gaze lingered on one object it was like they could see the structure holding it together. Everything around Blake seemed to blur, the chanting from the crowd becoming muffled and distorted as though their head was underwater, but they could see the thread, one tiny thread that they delicately unraveled. Blinking, everything returned back to normal, as one cuff had deteriorated into nothing but ash. Blake held a hand for Quinn, a silent offer, but the electro powered woman just shook her head. Nodding to the fight. “You both need to get out of here, besides I have work to be done here.” She spoke softly. Causing Blake to just sigh. They knew that she wouldn’t want to come, just had hoped that she had changed her mind. “Just keep your head down.” The crowed had tightened around. Forcing the two closer. It seemed like this was the most excitement that they seemed to have, and for Blake this was all perfect. They had gotten up, pushing their way through the other inmates. Out of the corner of Colton’s eye, he could see Blake standing at the edge of the circle, watching with sharp eyes. As the fight progressed, as Harley went in for Colton again. Blake subtly pushed the nearest inmate into the ring, knowing the riot that would ensue. After all, if one bystander got forced into a fight. It would be a free for all.

8:18 AM

@Blue Hound

Blow after blow. Strike after strike. Colton did everything he could to keep an eye out and avoid Harley's hand. One might think evading a single hand would be simple, but Harley knew how to strike blind spots and could pack a hard enough punch to leave someone staggering just enough to get a lethal strike. If it wasn't for Blake's unique hair color, Colton would have missed them in the crowd, too busy blocking and countering attacks to have noticed otherwise. Despite the risk, he shifted his attention off Harley to glance their way and catch their eye. It took him no time at all to understand that look. It was time. Noticing his focus slip, Harley took the opportunity to strike with a snarl and outstretched hand. The ex-hero recoiled with a start, fully expecting to feel her hand and face the deepest part of his fears. Neither of them expected one of the surrounding inmates to suddenly lurch forward right into the path of Harley's attack. A horror-stricken cry tore out from his throat as his mind began to play tricks on him. Harley jerked her hand away with a volley of curses as she quickly disabled her power. Despite the man's shrieking immediately subsiding, the damage was done as the watching inmates took the unintentional attack as an opening for an all-out brawl. In no time at all, people were attacking one another with punches, kicks, throws, and powers of all kinds. With the attention no longer on him, Colton was able to quickly weave and duck his way to Blake's side. "What now!" He barked over the battle-hungry cries of everyone.

4:54 PM

@Sad Boi Micha

Blake grabbed Colton, forcefully pulling him to the side as an inmate had tried to land a punch behind the hero, falling to the ground as they tripped him. “This way!” Blake called out dragging Colton by the wrist. “Dont bother fighting.” Blake started wading through the riot. Dodging the stray punches, their smaller stature allowing them to mainly be out of harms way, though they were trip and push if some got too close. All the while pulling Colton away from the all out brawl. When Colton blinked. He didn’t feel the pressure of the cuffs anymore. As they were just reduced to ash. It was starting to get rough, causing the guards attention to be all on them, not noticing the two sneaking away. “Perfect..” Blake mumbled. Pulling him towards the high wall. “Give me a boost and I’ll help you up.”

7:28 PM

@Blue Hound