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[d0gteeth]

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THE MOST DANGEROUS WOMAN OF ALL
IS THE ONE WHO REFUSES TO RELY ON YOUR SWORD TO SAVE HER
BECAUSE SHE CARRIES HER OWN.

Lawrence saw the elite hunter out of her peripheral vision, but, just as she'd done with everyone else ignored her. Acting as if she wasn't there. Even when the girl's hand raised and oscillated side to side, an inarticulate hello, that even if not requiring words she didn't return. She deemed her day as being too busy to waste time making small talk, or perhaps this was just her excuse to get out of having to converse. Stepping back onto the track she'd made after having run here for so long, Lawrence continued her seemingly endless jog. She checked behind her vigilantly, now more than ever aware that someone else could very possibly be here watching her, waiting. This was what she was trained for though, after all. Surprise & sneak attacks were nothing out of the ordinary, in fact, they were a strategy preferred by many. If your adversary sees you coming that gives them time to think, plan. Whereas abruptness means they're likely off-guard. Just as she'd done with her most recent victim. When Lawrence felt her daily run had been fulfilled, she set her attention on her next task, which happened to be long-range shooting. Stepping off the track, Lawrence would need to head back to get her semi-automatic long-range rifle before she began. After the long walk to the Alpha's home, & finding her hidden firearm, she hurried back outside & started the route to the remote area which she knew like the back of her hand. It could be used for far more, provided she shared the location with someone else other than Jen, although the Alphas already had an area within their large home specifically provided for training. Realistically not built for the distance Lawrence was shooting. Arriving, she set her gun up & crouched down low, resting the entirety of the weight of her head on the bump stock. Peering into the scope she set it up until it rested on her desired target. Sustaining the needed advanced pressure on the barrel of the gun & backward tension on the pistol grip as she shot. Nobody really thought anything of it anymore in the pack once dismissed by their Alphess. She hadn't known the site, but Lawrence knew she'd have to inform her, otherwise, she'd rightfully assume the officials had found them. The scene would only be even more chaotic.

Tucking the gun away in its undisclosed place she certainly wasn't finished yet. Using the training room's dummies to perform hand-to-hand, shifting into her various forms to ensure she'd gotten the most out of her "workout". Doing her best not to tear them to shreds, with claw marks being an exception. She'd much preferred an actual human. That's when a rotting stench emanating from the basement hit her. Death. A familiar aroma, she instantly recalled the fact that not too long ago, Jen was given the male marked as a traitor. It was merely the aftermath, one she couldn't see but surely smell.

[Lᴇᴘᴜs]

Iris-Official
Dear Landlord
Please don't put a price on my soul.
My burden is heavy, dear,
And my dreams are beyond my control,
Oh yes, they are.

Iris, satisfied with the orders she had given, decided to seek out a shifter. She needed to see what they were doing to people, especially now that there was a potential for others to be aware. If there was any way for this to be swept under the rug it needed to be, and sooner rather than later. She headed towards the cells, well aware that most would be given free roam at this time. She gave an appreciative nod to the guard on post before stepping into the hall, walking between the cells looking for anyone lucid and cooperative. She disliked the setup- It did offer necessities, but the conformity of the spaces reminded her of a hospital and it left her feeling rather chilled. She chose to ignore that, however, and continue her search. She had time to kill anyways.

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

Astrid glared at the wall when she woke up. She was still here, in her cell, in the officials' building. Trapped. She should never have agreed to this. She hadn't know that this would have happened, but now she knew not to trust any of the humans here. Now, if she could just find a way to escape---possibly with the other shifters. She had known someone had escaped last night. She had watched it happen, as much as she could. She hadn't called out to ask him to set her free too. She knew he would just get caught later on. No need for Astrid to suffer too. She sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of her bed. She hated it her. It was a far cry from her apartment in Berlin. The shifters here were treated poorly, much like prisoners, which they technically were.
Except they hadn't done anything even remotely wrong to get put here. She stood up, stretching, and went through her morning exercises. She had too keep herself fit, or else she would be to weak to fight. Once she was done, she went over to the door of the cell, putting her hoodie one. Her fingers brushed over the injection site, feeling the scar over it. She had once clawed at it, as if ripping her skin open would do anything to free her from the mind control the officials had over her. She pushed the cell door open and stepped out. Every time her foot crossed over the threshold, her heart froze as she felt as if she was doing something against the rules and would get caught. But the cell doors were always unlocked in the daytime. It was only at night were they locked. She walked down the hallway, keeping her gaze from looking into the other cells. She saw someone walking down the hall in her direction, and forced herself to keep an even pace. She didn't say anything at first, waiting until they were closer.
"Come to check on your prisoners? Most of them are out and about. The few in here aren't pleasant to talk to, but then I guess you'll have that in common," she called over to the woman. She knew that the officials greatly disliked when she talked to them like that, but it only made her do it more.

[Lᴇᴘᴜs]

Iris-Official
Dear Landlord
Please don't put a price on my soul.
My burden is heavy, dear,
And my dreams are beyond my control,
Oh yes, they are.

Iris heard the shifter before she saw her, far too tangled in her own thoughts to even hear footsteps. She needed to work on that, no doubt. But when the woman's words hit her she managed to push away the guilt that has settled in her to look amused. "I think you'll find me to be a much better conversationalist than some of my colleagues. Can I have a word with you?" She asked, eying the girl for a moment. She recognized her, but couldn't recall any previous conversations. She hadn't been overly involved with any of it, but had interacted with most of the shifters. The entire environment in the cells bothered her; from the white walls to the uniformity of it, and had her back at twisting the ring on her thumb subtly. She wasn't about to look anxious or unnerved, it was too close to looking weak.

[lokison]

💮 ╍ ℳᴀʀsᴀɪʟɪ ❝ ℳᴀʀsɪ ❞ ℛɪᴠɪᴇʀᴀ╍ 💮

XXfemale ╍ 22 ╍ shifter ╍ crush: alikea & marcus -- tags: iris & astrid [indirectly]

XXXXmarsaili laid on her metal framed bed staring up at the ceiling just wondering what the officials and government had made her do on her last outing. part of her was glad that she could never recall the events that occurred once she blacked out while another part wanted to know. everyday she was in this 'prison' marsi just had to remind herself that this was all for samali; to afford the treatments that would hopefully help her get better. marsaili glanced round towards where the ceiling and wall met to see a small barred window right at the very top. taking a deep breath in, the young woman caught the scent of the world outside - of freedom - and sighed. after a while she decided to go for a wonder seeing as how the cell doors were unlocked during the day. she knew her limits so even if she could escape, she wouldn't. not until her little sister was strong and healthy again.

XXXXslipping on her shoes, marsi exited her cell and began to wonder the halls. though it wasn't actually a prison, the decor and features made it appear and feel like such. she wondered the halls for about 15 minutes when she came across some voices just up ahead. with her back to the wall, marsaili fell silent and listened. it appeared to be one of the other shifters speaking with an official.

[ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ ɴɪɴᴇ]

Drusilla Medea Alfonsi
elite medic | tags: open

Drusilla’s eyes snapped open, a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead. Sleeping was a dreadful ordeal, most of the nights, her sleep was plagued with nightmares of the fateful day of her parents’ murder. Usually when she woke up in the morning, she immediately forgot the horrors her mind had dreamed up but today, the ghastly things she had seen still lingered in her head. Groggily, she got out of her bed and made the typical breakfast for herself: scrambled eggs and a heapful of sausages and bacon. Although she knew how much damage that sort of meal would do to her body, she didn’t care. She knew she needed a good hearty meal to cheer her up. Usually, she savored her breakfast but today, she scarfed it down and headed out for a jog. The only thing that ever lifted her spirits more than breakfast was a good old morning jog. As she dashed through the forest, all her troubles were left behind. All of a sudden, a piercing scream rippled through the serene morning. Drusilla instantly recognized that scream: it was the scream of one of Jen’s unfortunate victims.

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

Astrid crossed her arms over her chest, studying the woman for a moment. She was trying to decide what it was that she wanted to talk about.
"Well, I don't seem to be able to have much say in anything, so I guess," she said after a moment, frowning a bit at her. "What is it about?"

[Lᴇᴘᴜs]

Iris-Official
Dear Landlord
Please don't put a price on my soul.
My burden is heavy, dear,
And my dreams are beyond my control,
Oh yes, they are.

Iris didn't bother to look exasperated with the snark, it was warranted. "Recent events. If you don't mind, could we go somewhere more private? Your cell, or my office. Whichever you prefer" She said, her tone almost challenging. How's that for say? she though to herself. It was hard to not sympathize with the girl, considering what was being done, and as a result she had trouble being put off my the attitude.

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

Astrid didn't move for a moment, looking at the woman with a studying look. Trying to decide what she meant. Whether she was going to do something to her or not.
She started to walk down the hallway, to the exit. "Which way is your office?" she asked, calling back to the woman.

[Lᴇᴘᴜs]

Iris-Official
Dear Landlord
Please don't put a price on my soul.
My burden is heavy, dear,
And my dreams are beyond my control,
Oh yes, they are.

Iris caught up to her in a few quick steps, but didn't answer her question until they were back in the main part of the building. "Upstairs" she said, her tone passive. It was the farthest one down the hall, and she unlocked the door to let them in. Just like the rest of the building it was a white box, with a desk, window, and a couch. Papers were scattered across the desk and a blanket was folded on the couch, the only indication that she had slept there in the past. She pulled the pin holding her hair back as soon as the door was shut, no longer feeling the need to look put together. "You can sit wherever" she said, leaning on the edge of her desk, studying the shifter carefully. She knew it was a vulnerable position to put herself in, especially If the girl got it in her head she wanted to escape, but she wasn't too concerned.