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Sanitarium - Welcome home; Open
Topic Started: Jan 1 2009, 05:27 PM (1,327 Views)
Zeitgeist
Axel Cluney
His general had spoken, and Zeit backed off. The growl he always made was chilling, no matter how many time he had heard it the Lieutenant still had chills go up and down his spin whenever he heard it. Stretch was an idiot, trying to go toe to toe with Mikhail. Axel was about to lunge at the LD-50 member when Ursa had already taken care of it. Holding back a laugh at the stupid fucker who tried to hit Mikhail of all people the mutant saw his General walk off to talk with Peter.

Sack then snatched the ball away from his hand and made a basket. One day he would pummel the little shit head. In Zeitgeists' mind it was worth solitary. He left the court to catch up to Mikhail and Peter. Thinking, dreaming of the day where Sack would get just what he deserved.

Just as he was entering the conversation he was in time to hear Pete say, “You are still keeping things ordered, I see.” Zeit chuckled as he approached. "If he didn't I'd been in solitary right along with ya, man. Damn I hate that Sack of shit." He clenched a fist and his teeth. Axel, during his stay at the C.A.G.E., was always in some sort of argument or fight. It was always fortunate for him that his general was there to keep him on a tight leash and Petey to calm him down. He feared that he would become as crazed as Lucian. Something he really didn't want.

Lucian was, in Zeitgeist's mind, a lifer; someone whom should be in the C.A.G.E. for the rest of his life. As for himself, he felt wrongly accused and evaded arrest, and escaped from other prisons... several times. He didn't want to become like some of the other rabid dogs of that hell hole. He would get out and live life as he did before, without fucking up as many times as he did the second time around. That is if he survived being in the prison, and didn't become a lifer.

He had enough problems sleeping at night, he didn't need to get caught up being a permanent display of C.A.G.E. Zeitgeist counted down the years. Thirteen more years to go, pending if he passed his parole hearing when the time comes.

That was when he heard an LD-50 member, several of them, spoke out. They were furious; it could be seen in their eyes. The leader of the small crowd dared to speak to his general. No matter what it seemed fate just wanted to piss Axel off. He was a big guy, but with the combination of adrenalin and cockiness he was willing to get in the way.

Zeitgeist stepped in real quick, next to Mikhail. But the high tempered purple tank of an inmate didn’t want any of that. He quickly gave Axel an uppercut to the chin. The blow made him fall backwards but the mutant quickly turned and managed to land on his knees. Words were lost on him. Axel was furious.

Quickly he stood and tackled into the LD-50 member. Faintly over the commotion the guards could be heard. Zeitgeist used all the strength into his fist to deliver blows to the tank. Bastard was gonna pay for hitting him.

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Ursa Major
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These useless Americans, clucking around, trying to get into cockfights. It was sickening. Everyone knew that the lecherous slug known as Stretch was always only a few moments away from being beaten half to death. To be honest, Mikhail had gone easy on the idiot. It had been his rule to never let anyone badmouth mother Russia. It was one think to try to denigrate Ursus by calling him Sputnik, because frankly, Ursa Major was proud of Sputnik. It was quite another to denigrate all Russians, like Stretch did.

"Your boys know better to try to attack Mothe-" This is when Ursus' hotheaded second-in-command showed his stripes. How many times had Mikhail told Zeitgeist that Gene Nation and LD-50 were not the enemy. They were fellow victims of the system. LD-50 was simply lumpenproletariat, the thugs and lowlifes who had no investment in the system, selling themselves out to the highest bidder. They were dogs, just try to avoid getting bitten. Gene Nation was slightly more reasonable, but still refused to see what the true cause of their suffering was. No one here was a rich man outside. The rich, mutant or sapien, never suffered for any crimes they committed.

Ursus dove into action, and tried to keep his lieutenant from getting his ass kicked too badly. It was moments like these, the wild anarchic brawls, that Ursa Major found the true beauty of what Stalin did, bending the system to his iron will. Systema, his KGB martial art, was especially useful, and bloody, in situations like this. Systema was all about trying to improve one's instincts and to rely on instincts. With the adrenaline pumping through Mikhail Ursus' body right then, his instincts were especially violent.

His violence was ended by a thrash to his back, much harder and stronger than any man could do by himself. A truncheon hit to the back knocked him to the floor. "I go quietly!" He shouted. One day soon, Ursa Major would not allow that to happen, but the Glorious Revolution was not here yet, and prematurely trying to start it would set back the cause much further than anything else Mikhail could do.

"Keep eye out, Piotr!" He barked as he was frogmarched away. The Great Bear could only assume that his second-in-command was also headed for a two week stint in the hole. No matter. Ursa Major once spent three months in the wild with only his shadows and squirrels to keep him company.
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Colossus
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A shrill whistle was the nail in the proverbial coffin; several members of one of the rivaling gangs slowly dropped whatever it was they had been doing and began to hustle over to the court where Stretch had been injured. As they closed in, Sack smacked the ball out of Zeit's hands and made a break for it, mocking him with a sarcastic thank you as he disappeared from their sight. The little blue man was more trouble than he was worth.

Colossus started to make a move forward to meet some of the tougher of LD's crew, but thought better of it. This was Mikhail's fight, and he hadn't spoken as a leader yet and ordered Piotr to step in – Rasputin wasn't about to gain another week or two in the hole he had just come out of when he hadn't even been ordered to. The purple-faced mutant called out to Ursius, meeting the unspoken challenge the Russian had thrown his way by harming one of his own.

Although Colossus had no intention of doing anything that would get him thrown back in solitary, it obviously hadn't crossed Zeitgeist's mind to do the same. The smaller, yet more explosive man stepped up beside his superior only to receive a blow to the chin that drove him to his hands and knees. Before Piotr had the chance to crouch and try to settle his friend, the man was back up on his feet, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as he turned and dove straight into the rival gang member. Ursius soon followed, and Piotr once more found the entire situation foolish. Everyone continued to beat on each other and give the guards more opportunities to beat on them.

And that's when everything exploded... the sonic defenses hadn't been triggered... it hadn't been quite that bad. But the three men were quickly brought into submission – Ursius was rather quick to raise the white flag and go peacefully, Zeit and the purple-faced mutant took a little more persuasion. Colossus, on the other hand merely backed away as soon as he saw prison guards closing in on his peripheral vision like garbage smashers. He placed his hands on his head and cast his eyes to the ground, hoping to appear as non-threatening as possible. He really couldn't handle any more time right now.

"Keep eye out, Piotr!"

Piotr watched as his two friends were carried off – the first and second of the Sayans. Obviously Ursius was leaving Peter in charge of the group in his absence... something Rasputin really didn't want, but he had no choice. The people he had allied himself with were likely the most sane of the three main rival gangs, and he had to keep them going for the sake of all those who merely wanted to stay safe. Several of the guards stayed in the immediate vicinity, their presence doing wonders to defuse the situation even further and calm quick tempers.

As Colossus scanned the area, he caught Sack sitting beside the leader of Gene Nation and glared at him from across the basketball court before turning away. Likely, the annoying blue mutant hadn't seen it, but it still made Piotr feel better; with that, he turned away and approached his new friend Kyle, only to find Blackout talking to him. The glare he had thrown at Sack was nothing to the one he gave the technokinetic, “I know it was you who called to your masters, Blackout. The whistle came from your direction and you do like to start trouble. It was unnecessary. Now... I would like you to leave before you cause any more,” he said, pointing to his left as a suggestion of which direction Luc could go to get out of his sight.
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Saint
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As soon as Colossus moved away, the other man moved towards Saint, the one who had been insulted at least twice in the time that Saint had been there. While events started to unfold on the court as the large russian man and his second in command got attacked by guards as they waded into the rival inmates, Kyle found the technopath near him, his voice sounding grave. The Acolyte wasn't sure of what to make on him. On the one hand, he could listen to the majority or he could listen to his countryman. After all, it sounded like a warning and possibly some flattery involved. But there was something a little off about him, something odd. He had called the gang over, and no-body liked the guy who kicks off the whole mess. Saint had seen enough Oz and Bad Girls to know that straight off. But then again, it was a warning, even if the guy did look creepy in that wierd way. By all rights the pale guy should have a good looking face, but the eyes.... there was a different story there and Kyle wasn't sure if he wanted to hear it.

"Thanks for the warning mate, I'll keep it in mind" he replied as he watched the other two prisoners being dragged off by the guards, probably off to solitary or something like that. However, this was not a normal prison, so who knew what punisments could be inflicted on their rowdyness. They could pay a heavy price for their rule breaking but the fact that neither seemed like it was a death sentence softened the image in Kyle's mind of what they may be forced to endure.

But whatever had happened, Saint saw a sudden chance to get some footing. Piotr obviosuly had some standing in the prison due to the fact that the mutant known as Ursa Major respected him. Even if it was just the three of them, Saint saw an advantage. Always analyse and then make your move. If he wanted to make a move to help accomplish his goals, then befriending someone who could help to take over the prison would be a great benefit to him. However, as soon as the conflict was over, Piotr appeared back. How strange would it be if they had met under different situations, in the battlefield, X-Men vs Acolyte, one fighting for equality, the other supremecy. But this wasn't the outside, this was CAGE. And if Saint didn't learn the difference between the two fast enough, he wouldn't last to escape the place.
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Blackout
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Ah, it all fell together beautifully, like a carefully stacked row of dominoes falling in perfect succession. The first punch thrown landed on that idiot of an American, the zeitgeist, whose name took quite some figuring out, since apparently his abilities were acid puke… unless he was trying to be ironic and metaphorical. The dogs immediately set about tearing one another up, worrying and biting and snarling. Luc watched it all with a faint half-smile, scanning the fallen and pinning down the stupid brutes whose only forms of communication were fisticuffs and shooting testosterone out of their backsides.

"Thanks for the warning mate, I'll keep it in mind" the little mouse threw back at Luc; Blackout offered him a nod, still glued on the carnage. It was all he needed, to know the seeds of mistrust had been sewn.

Guards soon swarmed, with their vests and masks and sticks, and their authority, tearing the scrabble apart and dragging the perpetrators away. Delicious. It was a good days’ work… two idiots sent to solitary. Well, he hadn’t planned for it, but it was easy to steer situations around once you saw the early warning signs… all those complex little nuances and psychological markers that were often so glaring Luc was unsure how no one else was apparently ever aware of them.

“I know it was you who called to your masters, Blackout. The whistle came from your direction and you do like to start trouble. It was unnecessary. Now... I would like you to leave before you cause any more,” the Russian brute grumbled, squaring his shoulders and glaring at Lucian as though the Brit had just raped his sister. Luc turned to stare at him, regarding the tall European with mild disgust, imagining what his face would look like tacked to a drawing board.

“Unnecessary? The next time one of your precious little victim protection programme gets their hand broken, what are you going to do? Don’t mistake protecting my own for shit stirring.” He lied, of course. He always did it well, too, words smoothly rolling from his tongue, warm and sticky like butter toffee; eyes still deadpan, like two ashen lumps of chalk. And he refused to move; silently challenging this bipedal lump of beef that thought it was somehow better than the smaller, British man. Brawn was an illusive thing- it somehow implied that the muscular individual was stronger, when it was rarely the case, since underneath the surface usually cowered a small, worthless runt terrified of being discovered. There was something wonderfully fulfilling about being able to intimidate without the use of physical prowess… it was far more satisfying watching someone crumble underneath mental duress, although the dogfights were fun to watch.

Luc never relented, even if it meant suffering a few blows here and there. After all, this was a rough playground, and if you didn’t expect bruises and fractures from time to time then you were already dead in the water.
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