Murderous Rage

<font color='#810541'>Smirks as Black put on a such a good preformances. As she watched the guard walk off, Sister leans back against Black and reaches a paw up touching the side of his face gently. "I really didn't think you was going to pull it off. That was truely amazing." Giggles softly and closes her eyes as she draws back from leaning against him then walks slowly down the hall, turning the keys in her paw as she looks about at the celldoors and other rooms. "Now...let us get to the enterances and get out of here."</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>Sister growls passionatly as the chains was placed onto her arms behide her back. Then leans her head back against Black then looks up at him and nips at his chin. Upon doing so, Black asked her to be as a guide and lead him to the enterances. Sister nods and begins to walk slowly away from the soltairy and leads him through the messhall. Walking as if she was being taken somewhere for lockdown or something. "Just need to go through Cell Block A, then head East from there." Closes her eyes a bit as she whispered the words gently to Black.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>The prison was a rather nasty place for one to spend their time. Truly, even the most hardened of criminals, which Kumet was not, could not claim to have everfelt secure within the confines of the massive concrete behemoth, adorned with search lights and guarded closely by those in good standing with the graders themselves; those trusted well enough to handle the most dangerous of lowlife scum. She, herself, was not amongst this lowest class, though she insisted to herself quite often that she truly was. She blended perfectly in with the citizenry of the prison, regardless, her tattoos as much a status symbol as the scars bore by any of the murderers or thieves found amongst the various outcasts from society contained within the thick, soundproof walls.

Her cell was sterile, devoid of all possible stimulii. The only source of sunlight was a small window at ceiling level through which sunbeams struggled to pass, however unsuccessfully, through a suffocating wall of cobwebs and dirt. Through the door to her cell, she could see down the lonely block, the only two other occupants placed directly across from her. In the relative darkness she remained hidden, yet finally made her presence known after a particularly gratuitous display of nudity followed by a display of jailyard affection which, in simple terms, disgusted her to no end. Yet she had to find a way out; her job depended upon it. Were word to escape to her superiors that she had spent time in holding for petty theft, she could very well lose her job at the academy. A break-out was in order. She glanced out into the hall, pushing an arm past the bars of her container to the supposed guard. Slinking up to the bars, she gazed at him with a look of mock affection and adoration in her eyes - "...That was incredible, hun! I'm amazed at your... talent..." She put on her sweetest smile - today she was particularly attractive, which worked to her advantage. She was wearing rather skimpy, tight clothing - a white tank top that rode high, cutting off well above her waist and exposing a belly of pure white fur, and some torn up cargo pants which had evidently seen better days. They rode low, held up by a makeshift belt of bicycle chain which had stained the waist with a line of grease. The contrast in her multitude of tribal tattoos was enhanced by the eerie lighting of the dank prison, giving an amazonian look - one that she hoped the male could not resist. To seal the deal, she ran her tongue slowly along her lips as if contemplating things as she allowed her eyes to drift below his waistline.

Goddammit, I hope this works...</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>Upon him being destracted from what she was doing. Spiral works her way out of the chains then drops them on the floor infront of herself. Steps away from him slowly then takes the keys away from his waist with ease. Shakes her head a bit then steps away from Black slowly without another look at him and makes her way down the hall to the exit of soltairy. Upon coming to the enterances she is greeted by a large guard dressed in full uniform then smirks looking down on her. "Where you going without being watched my little 'dragon misfit?" Said the guard reaching out his paw touching it to Spiral's cheek then takes hold of the fur on the back of her head. Spiral glares and growls heavily at the guard 'dragon then extends her talons outward on her forepaws. Slices into the guard's arm forcing him to release her hair and with doing that, Spiral vainishes from infront of him then reappears behide the guard and scales his backside like a tree. Drives her talons into the guard's skull and makes him roar out loud in pain. Reaches her forepaw down and with a quick swing of her paw she slices his throat and causes the male to spray blood all over the prison wall and cell doors he was facing. The guard drops to his face then Spiral reaches a hand down beneath the guard's cutthroat then drawsi t back covered in blood. Slowly with her tongue she licks the blood from her claws and paw, releasing a feeling that she had locked away deep within herself from a long while back.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>The creamy-brown femme observed the attack with an almost uninterested, matter-of-fact gaze. She cocked her head back sideways, glancing out the corner of her eyes at the male, now standing quite vulnerable on his own, abandoned by his accomplice. "Some friend she turned out to be, eh?" Positioning herself closer to the bars, she pressed her slender frame against their cold steel presence, mannerisms of her motion subtly suggesting things that need not be said. Another sullen glance was cast down the cell block, gazing wistfully at the dull beams of sunlight that squeezed in through a ceiling ventilation fan, taunting her as they danced cheerfully with the cold, unfeeling blades of the ventilation unit, its lack of character and color perfectly melding with the stark, bleak environ that was the prison. Below the beams of this ever-changing spotlight sat the now-still body of the guard, crimson-red blood flowing as water from a gaping trauma to the neck. "You stick with someone like that, you'll get killed f'sure, hun. Spring me outta here; I'm well inclined to help you out..." As a show of good faith, a long, tattooed arm reached forth from the confines of the cell, grabbing the chains that now lay upon the floor, in an open position. Kumet deftly placed them about her wrists, tightening and locking the shackles. "We can be a team, mate. Best to have a partner if you're really going to attempt an escape from 'ere."

Her point, hopefully, was well made. And it was not entirely fib, either. In the long history of the prison, few had successfully escaped. It just didn't happen all that often. However, ironically, the less-experienced of the criminals always seemed to make it out alive - it was easiest for them as all the prison's resources were devoted to keeping the majority of the population - mass murders, rebel mages and the like - under control. The prison's facilities, though strong, were rather archaic in some places, requiring far more "man-power" to control the prison's population than would a more modern locale. Thus, a petty thief could go unnoticed for months in a dank holding cell, deep within the bowels of the prison, until some unfortunate janitor happened upon their corpse (as surely they would have starved to death at that point) and gave them the rather honorable death rites of being thrown out with the day's trash.

She did not want this to happen to her.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>Looks to the otehr female slowly and glares at her a bit as she removes the guard's clothing for her own use. Extends her talons and un snaps badages and everything esle of the clothing. Stands up and removes her pants then puts on the guard's pants in return for removing hers and does the same with the shirt and other clothing. Gets fully dressed as the guard then takes hold of the corpse on the ground by a leg. Drags the body into an office then closes the door behide herslef as he comes back out of the office. Locks the door them takes up a black cap and a pair of shades to cover her eyes. Places all the pins and everything back onto her uniform then looks back over to Black. "So, are you ready to get out of here...now?" From her appearances there was noway to tell her from any other female guard in the prison. Places the keys into her pocket then walks back to him slowly and stops a few inches infront of him. "So, are you going to be taking that girly with you?" Looks over at her for a short moment then looks back to Black for his answer.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>Spiral looks to Black and places her hands at her waist waiting for him to make a decision about if he is going to drag along this other female. Looks over at her then glares a bit as she attempt to lurking Black into helping her out. "Black, she isn't going to be any help to us...I mean sooner or later the guards will notice a person is missing for interogation." Licks her lips a bit then walks back over towards the door that leads out of the wing. Peers out and watches for anyone that maybe coming. "Just hurry up and make your choice, because we ain't got much time." Reaches a paw up and places it against the door continuing to watch for anyone.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>Reaches into the pocket of the pants of the uniform that she wore then walks over to the cell. Places the key into the lock releasing it then opens the door slowly. Looks to Black and smirks as she watches him stuggle with the fat dead guard. Licks her lips a bit and takes the key from the door then walking back away from him. "So, sorry I wasn't there to open the door for you." She commented meanlessly then when back to the cellblock door looking out again.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>Spiral turns her attention to the sound of these few guards chatting somewhere away from the cellblock. Glares slightly and growls a bit. Looks back to Black then reaches into his pocket and draws the keys once more. Places it into the release switch then turns it, opening the block door that leads out into the yard. Grins softly then calls Black to follow her. "Comeon, follow me...but first put the girly into some binds so that it doesn't look to out of place." Places the keys back into her pocket then waits on Black to do as he was instructed to.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>Kumet grunted loudly, motioning with bound paws towards the other femme assisting the escape effort, "They're already bound. Y'blind or summat?" With careful metered movements as to not lose balance, the chocolate-and-vanilla femme got to her feet without the help of her hands which were, in fact, bound quite tightly; tighter than she had originally intended them to be. She muttered curses under her breath.
I won't be able to break free'a the bloody things when the time comes, that's just awesome.
She allowed herself to be led toward the door by Spiral, casting a mock glance of want toward the male, a wistful faux-sadness signaling some sort of harbored desire that in actuality did not exist. She wanted out of the cuffs - they itched like anything, and the 'dragon could not trust Spiral in the slightest - that girl seemed to have it in for her. Being bound and shackled before her seemed somewhat of a strategic disadvantage at the time. Yet she allowed her intent to remain unknown to the female, She would have protested further, yet something in the disposition of the male told her that now the time was not ripe for such contest; later on she could voice her argument for being freed.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>Spiral looks out over the yard slowly at the other guards as they patroled about the top of the walls holding strange machina weapons. Glares slightly then looks back at the female and Black. Shakes her head a bit then walks out slowly from the shadows of the building and into the moving searchlights where it made them completely visiable. Spiral reaches her paw up and pulls down on the bill of her cap to conseal her eyes from view then leads the female across the yard to the main prisonhouse. A strong sense of fear sways over her as she moves across the yard, feeling that she could end up being caught.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>After passing through the yard she comes to a stop then dashes over towards the shadows for cover. Removes the hat for her head then throws it aside. Looks about slowly for any sign of guards and sighs in relief then leans back against the building. Shakes her head a bit then extends her claws outward. "Perhaps...we should get them a little something to remember us by." Looks to Black with her silver eyes and smirks. "What do you say...Black?" Reaches into her pants pocket then throws the keys to the bound female.</font>