Mariana Lockdown: Sector Zero

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tokko~~~~~~~~~

"ahh..Early Grey...hmm Hey,..Meant Earl Grey..I must be a little excited.." With the water now reaching a boil she listens to the Doctor, naturally they all would say such things. But it was worth humoring her, though it did stir less than pleasant memories.

"Hey, Jane? Yes, Jane. Humans? Hey, yeah humans you don't treat that way. But Am I one? There are reassons for the gaps in my files. Hey governments don't like secrets getting out." Pausing to think on it, she herself didn't know too much on all that was done to her. Pausing for a bit she bends down to a box of some sort, that seemed to contain her tea. "Hey, hmm tea for stories? Hey I like that..very well."

Seemingly her mind and apperance seems to mellow oout as if searching, thinking. Smile vanishes, and with it seemingly her constant string of hey's. Making one wonder if there was more danger here now, or if the former was a habit. Likely both were true. "I do not know my family, or if I even had one. My Cell in Pyongyang, was much like this. I was a bit younger of course, and had more stuffed animals than tea sets." Cutting the burner off and adding the bags to the boiling water, it seemed she liked her tea on the straight and strong side of things. " Hey; What is it exactly you want to know?"

Leering slightly at the doctor, it didn't seem any danger was at hand, so much as the quite before the storm.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sara~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hmm we have a deal then. I'll test you out a bit before I go handing you anything too dangerous, don't want to get my neck cut or shot." She says in reply to Michael. Sara then reaches into her left pocket, pulling out a wrist device on some sort of swivel, with a brown central horizontal section, and a trigger on a spring on the bottom of the band. Putting the device on she adjusts the top so its under her sleeve, and the bottom part is barely sticking out from the palm.

Snapping her hand downwards, and hitting the trigger, a steel blade shoots out, about six inches in length. "Not the biggest toy, but its quite and clean...well provided you pull out fast enough." Giving him an eye wink at that mention, it was amusing to watch his reactions. She would have to look into his file more, men like him just didn't end up like this over something small. "As the good book says,Stick em quick and let em bleed, or was that my Daddy that said that?"

With a shrug, she then flips her hand up so the finger nails just touch the tip of the blade, which then retracts. "Its quick and gets the job done, just don't go crazy with it, the knife holder can only hide so much blood. I'll throw in this shit shiv with it." Tossing the wooden shank, and the wrist blade, she hums a bit as the collection lands on his bunk. "Anyways, I have three jobs for you, for now one. In three hours from now, you are to head towards docking bay fourteen, I put you on cleaning Duty, You'll have the floor alone, its just for supply shippments. Don't think about escaping, the containers are not preassurized." Letting that bit of information sink in as her left hand makes a crushing motion Sara continues.

"Anyways..I, will be escourting Four Prisoners, Feel free to stab away. Minus on the White male if my hand is on his shoulder. The three Asians are fair game, but do not kill, you may give them wounds that are life threatening, but you may want to just stab one and leave. I'll leave the details to you. Keep a work hat on, bill down, so I can trufully say I didn't see you. A hiccup in the records will leave it a mystery. And I wouldn't linger, the one woman from before will be there, as will your table friend. I'll lead the trio along the service corridor, no camera's there. So you in? Or want to know about the two other jobs?" Gazing at him with a Grin, it wasn't clear whos side this woman was on other than her own.

"Oh so you know, the three are Triads, and rats on top of that, so one way or another they'll die here, and they don't deserve mercy. All I need you to do is stab one, kill him if you want, and walk away, I'll call in an attack, and our two mysterious visitors do the rest. If it makes you feel any better, they mostly dealt in the illegal slave and sex trades, in fact I'll put the most dangerous or crime breaking one at the front, just your thing no?"
 
Jane Vesryn

Jane had quickly written something down on the data pad, though Tokko would obviously not be able to tell what. She smiled at Tokko.

"Tokko it is my firm belief that no matter what you have done or anyone else has done to you, that a human will always remain human, and thus retain the rights afforded to the human race."

As Tokko began her story however, she fell silent, and began to write, taking notes. She had also activated a recording application in the data pad, so she could review Tokko's words later. As Tokko suddenly stopped she frowned.

"Your story I suppose. It is said that history is written by the victors, but the losers are the ones who really know what atrocities were committed. They left gaps in your files for a reason, but I doubt any of those reasons were humane. The doctors who experimented on you, whether living or dead, deserve to be exposed for what they did. Plus i'm just curious."
 
"That wouldn't be advisable in my current situation. You're the only one here willing to do business with me," Caine pointed out, and it was true. Sara was very low on the list, if she was on it at all. Luckily for her, Michael had spent some of his time justifying the woman's corruption so as to not contradict his own personal sense of justice. Therefore, she was safe, at least for a good while. Still, she had been here for a while. It was doubtful she'd take any chances even if it made sense that there wasn't any reason to be so hesitant.

With arms crossed, the vigilante watched Sara demonstrate the device. It seemed simple enough; like a contraption he saw in some video game. He hadn't spent much of his time enjoying such frivolities, but he came across advertisements and the like in his travels. That aside, it was perfect. Quiet, quick, concealable, unpredictable--and eventually, Michael was definitely going to be paying her directly, at least that's what he deduced by her constant innuendos.

"I feel I should alert you to the fact that that method doesn't actually prevent anything," He stated with a deadpan. The vigilante was definitely not a prude and had some education on the subject.

Moving on from that and the possible daddy issues, Caine focuses on the job. So that woman would be there--as well her posse that mocked him. This seemed too convenient almost. It need not matter, though. Caine would take it and kill them too.

"What can you tell me about those two women? Primarily... the giggler. I doubt the... behemoth will be bothered to try anything, at least not to save others that don't concern her. Gangs tend to treat each other like family, though. If she does obstruct me, or attempt to, I want to have information on her to counter," Michael began questioning immediately. "Secondly... Am I only allowed to cut one?"
 
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~~~~~~~~Sara~~~~~~

At his response to pulling out, a tch mark appears on the troopers forhead. "Idiot, I fucking know that. And keep it in your pants, I'm not into fucking the prisoners, some of the Guards are though." Leaving that trail of thought where it was she pauses briefly considering the mans questions. They were reasonable, mostly.

"Huh? Red head...no the woman I mean is the one that tried to kill you with a table. The giggler you put it as, mostly killed other gang members, did a bit of smuggling, some say underground doctor work. I've done business with her for awhile, she won't pull a double cross. Plus those Triads are why she's here. Those family ties are gone. As to the other that you meant, she's a serial killer, went around carving numbers into peoples faces. The last one its like I said the first time, she's bad news. A science project of the North Koreans, what do you expect when you train a dog to kill, let it do that most of its life, then suddenly go, Nope? If she wanted to double cross she would. Fortunately shes more like a force of nature, once she decides on something, just stand back. As a warning don't try what I think you are..you won't survive. Not with that toy."

Heading for the doorway, it was about time to wrap this up, like I said you can stab, hell kill any of them, unless the one white guy is important, if not, kill em. Other than that leave at least two alive for those two. Other than that, there is one item of contriband I need stolen that I would be willing to share, and there is some..medical assistant, thats gotten a bit above her station in regards to her..studies.. That one has to disappear. Anything else?"


With that Sara waits his reply, she had one more cell to visit.


(thats for you Yz.)

~~~~~~~~~Tokko~~~~~~~~~~

At the doctors words Tokko lets out a chuckle, then a slow laugh, that turns full blown psychotic. "eh..ehe ehehe. AHAHAHAHA!" With her fists closed and her arms curled, her head tilts back, as she as suddenly stops. "Pay? No need to feel that way? Hey! I am a monster! I used to break my bones all the time as a Child, it was hell to walk, to do anything.Hey, you know, my bones grew stronger, as did I. Hey, in some aspects I differ from normal humans, I will out live you and age less than you. I carried a Machinegun used on tanks for fun. And carried out orders from my, and allied governments. Hey, I was a instrument of control, terror and war. Then they wanted me to retire..Hey, isn't it wrong to raise an attack dog, then to kick it in the face and say its bad?"

Pouring the Tea into two cups, she shatters her own while lifting it. "Opps.. As to that, the government hid most of it so more of me can't be made..well short of the one way... Hey, this talk is getting bothersome. You know the first time I met people, I killed one, hey, humans are fragile huh? So easy to break." Thinking on the situation, it was not yet clear if she were hiding information, or just didn't care to share. Though it was likely somewhere in the middle. She wasn't telling the whole story.

"Hey do I look like someone that knows sciency stuff? Hmm? So what else do you want to know? Hey, hows the tea? Hey?"
 
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Jane
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Jane smiled and sipped the tea, casually writing down a small note on her datapad with her right hand as she did so.

"Humans are indeed fragile things, though I hope the thought to break me is not crossing your mind, then it is doubtful that you could get tea easily."

She sipped from her cup a bit more, then sighed.

"No, you right, you probably don't know the specific scientific facts that I need. Your tea is excellent Tokko, but I believe you are right, story time is over, I need to go visit a relative of mine. Tell me though, what kind of herbs should I have sent your way? Chamomile perhaps? Or is there a certain blend you prefer?"

While she waited for the answer, Jane mulled over the thoughts of an impending meeting with her sister. She quickly sent a request out into the system for a guard to escort the prison Allora Vesryn to the medical wing for a physical examination.​
 
Ayanna Dawson
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Six years old? Ayanna was caught dumbfounded. She figured that each inmate had their own story to tell, ones bent on delusions or rage or greed. The most important detail was that each story had an unhappy ending. Challenger Deep Penitentiary was the place were things ended poorly, and with such poetic undertones, it cheered Ayanna up for noticing it. "There's got to be something to do," she said as a figurative light-bulb flashed over her head. As luck would have it, the informative booklet on the prison was still kept inside her jumpsuit's chest pocket. The lunch hour would be the perfect time to find a distraction. However, Ayanna recalled the presence of the snipers perched along the upper balconies. Would they open fire on anyone breaking schedule? "Say, do you think the guards would notice if we left?" she questioned Allora, pointing her head towards the armor-clad executioners.​
 
Allora

Allora stared up at the snipers and thought for a moment, then smiled.

"Well, lunch is scheduled for an hour, as long as we have a guard escort i doubt they'd care where we went. You have something in mind?"

Little did Allora know that she definitely would not be leaving the cafeteria, at least not in handcuffs and ankle chains and bound for the infirmary, where her "Physical" from the new doctor would be given. She smiled then waved at the snipers on the balcony, giggling as she did so.
 
Ayanna Dawson
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"Hmm... I'm not quite sure myself. I know there's a library and gymnasium. Perhaps someone else knows if there's anything around here," Ayanna energetically rambled. She looked to the left, then to the right, and suddenly felt less eager to ask questions. Allora was easy enough to talk to. She was calm and coherent, as far as one could tell from a single glance. Turning her head once more, Ayanna beheld another group not far from her own table. There was a vigilant-looking man with blonde hair and blue eyes. He said alongside a woman with a striking hue of purple, both in her eyes and in her hair. "Maybe we could ask them; they look kinda' normal..."​
 
Allora

Allora giggled. She didn't think making friends was such a bad idea. She quietly stood up, and giggling did an interesting somersault over to the table where the purple haired woman was sitting at. She smiled and waved at them.

"Hello, the name is Allora, but everyone around here just calls me the body count killer. Now my friend at the table I was just at and I were curious about something. We wanted to know if you were both normal and experienced around here to know precisely what there is to do during the lunch hour. After all, it is rather dull, and my friend is rather eager not to play show and tell with her insides by braving the snipers perched up on that wall."
 
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At his response to pulling out, a tch mark appears on the troopers forhead. "Idiot, I fucking know that. And keep it in your pants, I'm not into fucking the prisoners, some of the Guards are though." Leaving that trail of thought where it was she pauses briefly considering the mans questions. They were reasonable, mostly.

"Huh? Red head...no the woman I mean is the one that tried to kill you with a table. The giggler you put it as, mostly killed other gang members, did a bit of smuggling, some say underground doctor work. I've done business with her for awhile, she won't pull a double cross. Plus those Triads are why she's here. Those family ties are gone. As to the other that you meant, she's a serial killer, went around carving numbers into peoples faces. The last one its like I said the first time, she's bad news. A science project of the North Koreans, what do you expect when you train a dog to kill, let it do that most of its life, then suddenly go, Nope? If she wanted to double cross she would. Fortunately shes more like a force of nature, once she decides on something, just stand back. As a warning don't try what I think you are..you won't survive. Not with that toy."

Heading for the doorway, it was about time to wrap this up, like I said you can stab, hell kill any of them, unless the one white guy is important, if not, kill em. Other than that leave at least two alive for those two. Other than that, there is one item of contriband I need stolen that I would be willing to share, and there is some..medical assistant, thats gotten a bit above her station in regards to her..studies.. That one has to disappear. Anything else?"


With that Sara waits his reply, she had one more cell to visit.
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To her declaration, Michael simply stared at her--and stared--and stared some more. By his deadpanned expression, it was rather obvious that the vigilante highly doubted that she actually had known prior to him telling her. However, he left that subject where it was and listened on to the next one.

Ah yes--The behemoth. Honestly, Michael wasn't too keen on being around her. He wasn't scared. No, of course not. Why would he be scared? Not--Not because she tore a table on the ground and seemed tempted to smash him with it--No. That--That would be unnecessary. Still, Caine would need to remain cautious around her, especially since the administration was supposedly watching her. What was said about the giggler was a bit more of interest, though. Could she really be a kindred spirit? No-Preposterous. She was trash. She had to be trash. It was impossible that she wasn't trash. Still, she was a cause for concern as well, but apparently controllable. Then there was the red-head that, while she wouldn't be participating in this, was still someone of great aggravation. Unsurprisingly, she was complete garbage. Regardless, as much as he'd enjoy continuing to gauge how much everyone of mention struck on the trash-scale, Sara pulled him out of his thoughts with a warning.

"Mm? No, as a matter of fact, I wasn't considering that. You said this so-called administration is watching her, yes? I'll have to wait to target her. I'll also have to wait until I can earn enough favors with you to secure a firearm. She won't go down with a knife," Michael explained his understanding of the situation, likely taking the words out of Sara's mouth regarding targeting the beast of a woman. Well, aside from the firearm part. The guard was probably aware that he'd need something with some "umph" to do some moderate damage.

Nodding in understanding of her repetition of how it'd go down, Caine proceeded over to the bunk in which he began to equip the blade and strap it to his wrist. "Give me clarifications on the jobs and people involved and I'll consider them." Obviously, the other two assignments that consisted of theft and the murder of medical personnel would be a bit difficult to make him take unless both the person he would be stealing from and the assistant were trash in Caine's eyes; and if not, well, Sara could probably easily trick Michael into thinking they were.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~Sara~~~~~~~~~~~

Sighing a bit as the man runs his reply's and opinions she ponders how best to sell it. "Up to you to do them or not, the first is what it is. Just some Johnnie Walkers scotch, the high end shit, liqour in case you are still confussed. The other," Pausing for a bit she heads one foot first out the door. "..is medical tech thats been going too far in our..market. Selling organs harvested from prisoners, some other shady shit that will get her killed. If your interested just find me later, if not I'll find more work of your type. See yah, don't be late for your shift." With a wave of her hand, the riot guard heads out humming some sort of tune.

Making way towards the next cell block, there was only one person to see now. Laryssa..


There was aways some meassure of danger in dealing with this one, well all of them really, Sara thought in reflection. Regardless the deal was already made. Heading for the cell, and making sure no one was too close to listen in, she gives a swift boot kick to the door. Entering, she makes sure, Laryssa is present..and more importantly alone as she rolls on with the conversation and the business "Hey. Found your friends. Three on the Transport this evening, three hours from now, got our attacker placed, and your..requested help was all to happy to help. Is one..Mystery on the list..need to clarify." Showing the fourth Prisoner, it was obvious what the Issue was, namely he wasn't Chinese. "He needs to go down to? Or don't know em?" Waiting for the reply and the inevitable questions in regards to the plan. Then it would be on to do her actual job. There was but so much she could risk afterall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tokko~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gazing at the woman in return, the Korean couldn't help but smile a bit thinly. Under normal circumstances, she would be dead already, or at least laying their broken. But she was curious. What did this woman really want? Surely not a cup of tea and a little chatter. Humming a bit as she cleans her mess, the war criminal seems to be drawing out the farewel on purpose. Or just wanted to clean her mess. Whatever was the case, she does eventually reply. "Hey. Anything is fine, be a surprise. Hey, you should go..." Pausing for a bit a question, or rather the question suddenly enters Tokko's mind. Why is your sister here? A doctor and a prisoner, a member of the staff? Not wanting to ask, she does however pin the name to her memory, or she would have, but she already met that one...

Having some suspicion, or rather paranoia of what the woman wanted, Tokko stands there smiling and humming, as she cleans the doctors tea cup. Cloth in hand she smiles and wipes, wipes and smiles, just humming, her eyes pinned on the woman and the guard. No sooner than the guard arrives to open the cell, and the Doctor is out, Tokko crushes the cup in one swift motion with a narrowing of her eyes.
 
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Jane

Jane smiled as she stepped out of the cell. The hidden motive had indeed been there. The innocent doctor's visit was not so innocent at all. The notes she had been writing down had been notes about Tokko's particular pattern of speech, and her body language. Funnily enough Tokko hadn't attempted to see it, and Jane was all too happy about it. Her plan was working perfectly. As an added bonus, Jane had dropped a mention of her sister into the conversation upon her departure, a seed she was all too ready to sow. Hopefully a seed that would blossom into full on hate for Allora. She hummed to herself as she walked away from the cell, and saved the data she had written down on the data pad, then emailed it to herself. She also pulled open a medical form for Tokko and requested that the herb Chamomile be delivered to her cell. After all, the deal was a deal, even if Tokko thought it was only an exchange of stories for herbs.
 
Laryssa Avant​
Laryssa, after her conversation with Sara and the happenings at the cafeteria, came back to her cell block for her new cell. The last deal went out brilliantly, so she was expecting something a bit more... High-quality.

When she arrived, the cell looked more like an apartment room than a prison cell, really. It even had a bright red rug, a sofa and a... Was that a stereo player? Laryssa immediately looked towards the guard and smiled. "A stereo? Really? Did they also bring my favorite music and books?" She asked, to which the guard simply nodded. "If this wasn't a prison, I'd almost be feeling home..." Leaving that joke as the guard took out the wrist and ankle locks, she was pushed inside and immediately started to look around. She walked towards the sofa and then sat down. For now, all she needed to do was wait for Sara while she read a book or something. She took a look at the shelves of books she had. There was a new collection of Historic Moments of Medicine and Technological Advancements of Medicine: Lasers. Laryssa was eager to read both, but she was more interested in the technology revolving how to operate than the history of medicine itself. She picked Technological Advancements of Medicine: Lasers and made her way to the couch, sitting down and opening the book.

Time passed relatively quickly now. Laryssa could read books very fast and this book wasn't very long so in a few minutes she had already cleared half of it. To her surprise, though, something happened to make sure she wouldn't feel as bored as she was before she started reading. Someone found their way inside, but Laryssa didn't turn to see who came in. Instead she continued to read the book. From the voice of the person, it met Laryssa's expectations. Sara made her way in and then went straight to business. When she stated that her friends were here, Laryssa turned to see Sara and smiled. She got up and made her way to a small desk by the back of the cell. Sara then handed her the papers with the Fourth Incoming prisoner. Laryssa took the paper and took a good look. "There's no reason to let him live. You know how it is, right? Karma is a bitch. You do something to get here, sometimes you're not even guilty but Challenger Deep doesn't care for that. We'll dispose of him. Whoever will take these guys down is free to kill this man. I take no interest in him." With those cold words, Laryssa returns the paper to Sara and smiles. "So, what do you think of the new cell? The administrators have been awfully nice with me. They even gave me a champagne to commemorate. Tell you what, Sara, after this is over with, come over and we'll have a drink, share some stories. Ah, about the payment. A friend of mine will deliver the Walkers and..." Laryssa took out a small paper from her desk. "Here's that... Other thing. The committee is happy to see that Challenger Deep still has some people eager to do business." With those words, she handed Sara the paper with names and telephones. It was obviously the names and numbers of the people who she worked for. Well, the names were aliases, but with the numbers anyone could get into the business rather easily, specially if Laryssa vouched for them.

Right after that, Laryssa got up and made her way to the stereo, playing some classical music as she went back to the desk and sat down on the chair. "So, how'll it be? We go now? We wait?" She asked as she pulled from below the desk the bottle of champagne. It was black bottle of Veuve Clicquot's La Grande Dame. Laryssa opened the bottle with ease and then pulled out a couple of cups, looking towards Sara as if asking her if she wanted some.​
 
Sara now takes the time to look around the room, pocketing the paper, the room was rather..something else. "..hmm..someone is going to throw you into the circus for sure..this is all too nice to be otherwise, When two full years had passed, Pharaoh had a dream: He was standing by the Nile, when out of the river there came up seven cows, sleek and fat, and they grazed among the reeds. After them, seven other cows, ugly and gaunt, came up out of the Nile and stood beside those on the riverbank. And the cows that were ugly and gaunt ate up the seven sleek, fat cows."

That was how she really felt about the room...good things didn't come so easily here. "You better keep an eye out for the starving cows..still its Nicer than Tokko's room. Not as fuck'n...hmm...whats the word..quaint? Still fits you Laryssa." The room was awefully nice. "I would have gone a different way, but ehh true of us all, nicer than the shit we had in the Corp." Pulling out her own sheet of paper, or rather a pad of some sort, Sara begins to go over the plan, leaning again the wall, eyeing the books, she had no idea what half of them were even about. No point trying to be what you aren't. Truth be told Sara was not too smart minus in her business.

"We'll have a friend cleaning the halls." Not naming the hall by name she was somewhat warry a listening bug could be installed in some of these items. For now cryptic replies were needed. After all she wasn't going to just blunder into this. While she was mentioning a few things it wasn't enough to be pinned down for. "Anyways You and I will be going nowhere, I have a prisoner transfer to do, you and Tokko will be tasked with moving materials through the service corridors around the various docking bays for today. I expect you two will do alright. The list with the name also listed the details for where they needed to be and when. Three hours, and how, and where the attack would take place. "Well everythig looks in order. You can go get Tokko, I rather doubt anyone will be too concerned, no where to run from there, and the section will be sealed off from the commons. "

Leaving it like that, how nice the room was, did cause Sara to be somewhat nervous, though she wondered if Laryssa had sweeped the new materials. It would be simplier to speak on this if she had. Though so far everything was ready to go, there was no real need for questions. "As to that drink, maybe I will step by, depends how much paperwork I have. Busy job you know."
 
Laryssa Avant​
Laryssa giggled lightly at Sara's words. She liked to believe this was a reward for her jobs so far. She had been quite... Loyal, if you could say that, to the staff of Challenger Deep. For Laryssa, Challenger Deep was a grand business tower. There were the workers, the dealers and the security. The only difference was that here the security was in command. When Sara said that she would be taken to the Circus, Laryssa narrowed her eyes. Maybe they would. However, as it was now, killing Laryssa in the Circus would give them absolutely nothing. Keeping her alive was a matter of extracting what she knew about medicine and it was likely that they would discard her when they were done getting her knowledge. "The only reason I'm still alive is because I know things. That's why I have to keep studying and knowing things. You could say I'm running from death. I don't fight for my life like Vex does. No, I prefer to fight with my brains than to fight with my arms." With those words, spoken in a rather cold tone, Laryssa smiled slightly and then poured the champagne on the two goblets on the desk. She then placed the bottle on the table and picked up the two cups, getting up and giving one to Sara.

As she did that, she moved closer and whispered on Sara's ear. "Don't worry, I paid a guard to sweep the items earlier. No one is hearing our conversation." With that, she moved away and giggled. Laryssa then walked towards the couch and sat down. "People tend to be very happy when you cooperate with what they want you to do. Give them everything they want and be loyal and they pay you back. Tokko's feared, that's why she has her own things. I'm not feared, you could say I'm respected among the more intelligent peers of this prison. Some people see me as a genius but administration is rather unhappy with this. They like to think that I'm cooperating because I value my life but it's simply because I still haven't finished my mission." Laryssa spoke in a strange monotone. The expression she wore was a small smile that seemed to have some other mixed feelings underneath it. It was difficult to tell what she was meaning by all that, but she was clearly being rather honest with Sara. If she was going to the Circus, it was most definitely not as a participant of the show, but as the medic waiting for the new patients.

However, Laryssa immediately turned her attention to Sara when she started chanting the plan. It was not a bad plan. In fact, Laryssa liked it. Simple, yet very good. Laryssa wouldn't be able to take her time with her patients, but it was more than she had a few months ago. She drank the champagne rather quickly and then got up. "Do come back later, Sara, I'd enjoy having a drink with you." A lie. A blatant lie, but Laryssa did want to appease the woman. Laryssa was a great liar, that was no surprise, but the reason for her to take interest in this woman was a bit of protection from the corrupt side of Challenger Deep's staff. Sara was a prominent member, but she was also fair and square if the deal was good for her, and that was hard to come by, even from other corrupt guards. Laryssa liked her in a way, she wasn't a lapdog of the system like some guards in this disgusting place.

As she finished her train of thought, Laryssa turned her back to Sara and then made her way to the exit. "I hope you bring me my coat next time we make a deal Sara..." She joked as she made her way out. She then made her way from corridor to corridor, carrying the paper that Sara had given to her. It was obviously a permit for her to walk around without anyone having to guide her like a damn dog.​
 
Jane

Jane was walking through the halls, sort of wondering them, when she spotted a female prisoner walking with a purpose to her step from the direction that Jane was heading. (Laryssa) She waved her hand to catch the prisoner's attention then made a motion for her to stop.

"Hey, you got a permit to be wondering right now prisoner?"

She slowly edged her hand inside her jacket to the horse tranquilizer still in her jacket. It would definitely put down a regular human, most likely drop them in a few seconds, maybe longer. Not that it would matter to them much. The tranq would most likely stop their heart from the sheer power of it. She was of course still holding her datapad in her other hand.
 
Laryssa Avant​
Laryssa was carefully making her way through the corridors until someone suddenly intercepted her. She had heard from the other doctors about this woman, apparently she was a new doctor incoming to take care of the inmates. Laryssa smiled as soon as the woman stopped her and noted the movements of her hand, which caused her to narrow her eyes on it. "Ah, Doc, don't worry." With that, she pulled the paper from the pocket her hand was on and unfolded the paper and showed her. It was a simple permit with another paper clipped. One was the permit and the other was the order of service to the dockyards. She extended the paper for the doctor to see. In the process, she took a good look at her coat. "What a nice coat, doctor. Think you could perhaps get one for me?" She asked, though obviously in a sarcastic tone, as if joking with her. If the girl was corrupt, she would understand the joke as a dealing chance, if not, a simple compliment and joke.

As Jane looked at the paper, Laryssa smiled. "You're new here aren't you, doctor? It's been quite some time since new staff came in. My name is Laryssa. Like you, I'm a doctor too." With those words, Laryssa cocked her head slightly and smiled. She was trying to be as naturally nice as possible, and was doing quite the good job. Somehow, Laryssa was able to even change the aura that surrounded her, a quality that few prisoners had. This added to her manipulative abilities, even if she didn't notice. Of course, her file didn't say much about her and that was an advantage when it came to cases like this. Specially psychological tests, they never really hit spot-on about her intents to manipulate because she was a good friend of the psychiatrist.​
 
Jane

Jane Smiled as she read through the work permit, then caught the slight tone in her voice. She of course could make a deal with this prisoner, but what did this prisoner have to offer her was the question. She smiled, speaking in a tone that could be interpreted... differently then what it was coming across as.

"My my, are you suggesting that I give you contraband? That disturbs me."

She quickly withdrew a permit and a destination form from her pocket, and wrote on it quickly, handing it over to the woman.

"I want you to come and see me in the infirmary as soon as you finish your work in the dockyards. Doctor's orders."

She smiled once again and passed the woman, her plans were going well, even accelerating in some aspects. This was good, very good.
 
Paolo Delucci
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A whirl of bright orange flashed into Paolo's eyes, and he was charmed in that very moment. "Nice to see you again, Allora. I was wondering when we could continue our chat." a devious grin stretched across his face. He was still flattered that this woman was inspired by his custom method of killing. If only to return the favor, Paolo leaned closer to Allora's face and began to whisper. "I've just about memorized that booklet that each of us get on our way in, and I know this place where the inmates can gamble on the Circus. Drugs, knives, alcohol, you name it, they got it. At least that's what the others have been telling me." Paolo smirked as he started to look through the map of Sector Zero. There was a respectable walking distance from the cafeteria all the way to Angler Fish Den. It was almost cute how the inmate-run locations throughout Challenger Deep all had aquatic nicknames. The only problem remaining was evading the guards. ​
 
Allora

Allora smiled, and giggled.

"Oh? Show me and my friend the way, and we can give you a share of the profits, for a continued deal of course. We divide up, 30% of what we get and give it to you, you do the same for us. We each visit the little gambling ring each day, and we should make a tidy profit. We can be something of a business. What do you say?"

She smiled dangerously. She had been on the inside of her share of prison trading rings, though she always kept her distance. It was the best way to get into comfortable living fast. An easy way out, if you were willing to brave the danger to get it.
 
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