"Fucking hell!" Snarls a guard off to the side, watching over the prisoners with a group, judging by the armor and gear they were Riot Squad, though they seemed more interested in the TV screen than the prisoners.
"Ahahaha...ahh pay up, Grant." One of the riot troops says flicking a zippo lighter for a smoke. With a dagger like Stare Sara scoffs. "Eat shit Johnson, before I throw you off the fuck'n side.." Crossing her arms, looking at the collection of prisoners she sighs. "Always have to bring these guys in with chains, can't trust em ta be good little shits?"
The Guard from before grins, taking a wiff. "Well, you always make bad bets, lets just save both of us some time you know I'll be waiting on my pay. And shit some of them I would sooner shoot, more so that italian fellow, and ahh that Korean bitch. Gives me the creeps." At that notion another guard interjects. "What? Her, shit she just smiles all day and messes with plants. She makes good te-" Before he can finish Johnson shakes his head angerily. "Thats cause you have shit all for danger sense, seen that bitch slit throats while talking, you're just fuck'n lucky."
As if to speak of the Devil, Sara stares down below as a new prisoner is brought in with a straight jacket, and a almost commically heavy and large leg weights. "Well now..Anyways you guys go about your circle jerking, I'm going to go talk to those apes, see whos likely to slit my throats." And to grease my palm.. She doesn't say aloud.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tokko~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Smiling lightly and humming a song to herself she found the weights an annoyance, almost as bad as that TV that suddenly went off. "Hey! Hey You, yeah, you hey, guard....release me..I just want to talk and walk around yeah? C'mon! I won't kill yah! Hey You're a tea buddy yeah?"
The Guard sighing motions with his submachinegun while a partner stands back. "Its not me I'm worried about..you know the Rules Tokko, you are lucky we don't just off you here and now.." Sighing a bit he motions for his partner, while he keeps his submachinegun leveled, with a slight hesitation he motions his partner forward. "Alright Mark, remove the jacket, weights stay..got to keep her strength moving other parts of her body.."
Smiling a bit more sinisterly as the jacket is released, Tokko begins rubbing her wrists in either hand, laughing to herself as she takes in a bit of air...man made air..it wasn't like the surface at all...she hated this place..hated it so much, but it was a nice vacation as she thought of it. Looking around the room nothing had interested her as of yet. "Hey, how much time do I have? Hey listen, hey Speak!" Looking at the man as her feet drag the weights, she never bothered to correct the thinking that a simple 75 pounds would slow her down.
The Guard startled slightly takes a step back as his armed partner sighs. "Relax, and fifteen minutes..don't kill anyone..just sit to yourself, eat and shut up, and I'll see about getting you some Earl Grey, that sound good?" Nodding her head to him in agreement the guard exhales as Tokko wanders off with a happy hum to get whatever was being served today. Noticing one of the Riot troopers on the floor, he could rest a little more easy, psychopaths to a man, but they were good for putting down any..unexpected events.
(edited for errors I missed)