Realistic or Modern Escape from Nightgate

[Shog]

We are living in the age of supers. Super heroes and, more importantly, super villains. That's what they call you, anyway. They locked you away for being a menace to society. Those do-gooders finally caught you and locked you away in the world's most secure prison: Nightgate. It was built specifically to hold the worst of the worst. There was just one problem with keeping so many dangerous people in one place: if something goes wrong, it will go very wrong. Lucky for you, something did go wrong. You don't know the details yet, but first line defense is down. Freedom is almost within reach! But you can't do it alone. You'll have to work with your fellow inmates to escape, or tear each other to pieces trying.

So that's the basic premise to this RP. This takes place in a universe that would resemble that of a comic book (i.e. DC, Marvel, etc.). Just to be clear you don't have to have powers to be locked in Nightgate. You just have to be marked as a highly dangerous criminal. Please ask questions and help me fill in the holes that I do not yet see.

 

[Shog]

Eric Gilmore, otherwise known as Puppet Master, was enjoying his lunch, or as much as he could. This food was technically free to him, but it appears to have cost him his sense for good food. Even the cupcake he'd been given a couple weeks ago tasted cheep and grimy. It was some sort of cruel joke started long before he found himself locked behind these bars, to give an inmate a cupcake to commemorate the first day at Nightgate. Eric had consumed 13 cupcakes in this room. He'd rather not think about it, but he had been rotting away for 4,757 days now. Many thought Eric had given up hope of escape and had grown content with his current life. That wasn't true; he simply didn't believe in hope. "Hope is just glorified wishing," he'd tell people. "Hope doesn't make anything happen. Action does." And unlike so many of the inmates here, he wasn't going to waste time or energy trying to escape where an opportunity didn't escape. No, he was biding his time. He'd learned much about this facility from overhearing conversations or coaxing the information out of guards and Linda, the server in the mess hall. She actually seemed to like him.

"Back to your cells, scumbags!" A guard shouted.

"But we still have fifteen minutes!" someone shouted from across the room.

"I don't care!" the guard replied. "I ordered you back, so do as I say!"

Several more guards flooded the room to coral everyone back to their cells. Eric stood up and meandered his way through the crowd. He wasn't moving particularly fast or even in the right direction, but it was enough to keep the guards off him as they focused on those who refused to move. Something like this had only ever happened 3 times in the 13 years Eric wasted away in Nightgate, and each time there was some problem. With any luck, this time he'd have an opportunity to make a move.

"Come on, Gilmore, you're not fooling me," said a familiar voice. It was Frank, a guard assigned to his wing. He placed a hand on Eric's shoulder and his cuffs magnetized together. "Just because you have a good rep with the guards doesn't mean you don't have to go back to your cell. Tom's already waiting for you."

Tom Henderson, AKA: Titan. Eric despised his brute of a cellmate. He was gifted with hardened skin and a degree of increased strength. Caught after his 7th robbed bank with a body count of 12. It took weeks for Eric to talk him into submission. Acted almost as his body guard, actually. But that wasn't why Eric despised him. No, he hated him for wasting his potential. A pigeon could beet him in a chess match. He thought he could punch all of his problems into submission, even after being caught and being proven wrong time and time again. Still, Eric had to admire his body. He very much wanted to turn Titan into his puppet. They reached his cell with Tom already laying on his bed.

Then the most unexpected, and fortunate, thing happened. His hands fell apart, no longer magnetized. A quick glance confirmed his thoughts: his bracelets were no longer active. The distinctive red light was no longer shining. Frank noticed too and quickly drew his gun, but he was too slow. Eric held up both of his hands and shot out tiny threads. They attached to each limb, especially his hands. His gun hand started shaking, trying desperately to resist as it was forced up and the barrel of the gun pressed against his temple.

"Tell Gran Gran hello for me," Eric said. His finger twitched and so did Frank's. The gun shot rang out and all resistance in Frank's body immediately ceased. Eric released the body, no longer having a need for it, but did grab the gun and pull it into his hand. Tom figured out what was going on at this point and ripped his bracelets off and was working on the cell bars. "Hey Titan, wanna give me a hand?" He gestured to his wrists.

"No, I'm good," Titan said and started walking away. He stopped when Eric attached a couple strings to his back.

"If you help me, I can teleport us out of here," Eric coaxed. Titan stopped to contemplate this for a moment before grunting in agreement. He ripped each bracelet off and grunted again, apparently waiting to leave. "Give me a moment."

Eric dipped his fingers in the pool of blood forming by Frank's head and began using it to draw an intricate rune on the ground. It was a bit sloppy, but at least it was large enough for the two of them to stand on it. Eric bent down and touched the blood, muttering incoherently. The rune began to glow, but quickly died down. He knew it was a long shot. The corresponding rune had been washed away at some point. He would have to break out the old fashioned way.

"Plan B," he muttered. He jumped away and unleashed his threads, half attaching to Titan's skull and half to his shoulders and collarbone. He quickly twisted one hand and Titan's head followed suit. His neck gave a satisfying snap and his body was now only hanging by the threads, which Eric released.

The entire wing was in chaos inmates jumping guards and, sometimes, other inmates. If he worked quickly, he'd be able implement at least one weapon into Titan's body. But first he needed to check Frank's body. He found a key-card, a key-ring, an additional clip of ammo, an electric baton, and half a pack of breath-mints. "Alright, time to get to work," he thought covering Titan's body in bloody symbols.

 

[FireMaiden]

Unsurprisingly, there were few other female inmates at Nightgate. Because of this, there wasn't really a female half of the prison, leaving Alanna with few options of company. Luckily enough for her, normal prison politics seemed to carry over into this super villain prison, leaving her pretty high in the social hierarchy. She was place high enough in it to where most people who would.normally want more than conversation, left her alone. She didn't even have to worry about sharing a feel with a man because the guards did take into consideration that she was a woman. Half of them still even believe she was innocent because of how she looked. Alanna wasn't very intemidatin g at first glance. She held herself like a elegant flower, but that tattoo on her back gave most of the inmates a pretty good idea of who she was. And a flower was defeinatly not the way to describe her.

While she has been put away for multiple counts of armed robbery, assault with a deadly weapon, and multiple counts of drug possession, you knew there had to be more. Her tabel in the caféteria was full, but there was a free spot either side of her, left there by the inmates sharing lunch with her. Her powers were also quiet infamous; not because of personal displays of it, but of the stories. Even the videos the news showed from time to time. Some wondered why Majesty was her alias when she was qualified for something much more terrifying.

Alanna sneezed I to the crook her her elbow, a few bless you's coming front he men sat with her as they continues to eat in odd silence. She found that rather boring as she lives to hear the prison gossip. It kept her going really, until she could escape of course. Like hell she was actually going to sit in here,bored out of her mind whole the Wolves ran with no Alpha. Sure, there w- "Hey what's the bug idea! Get your filthy paws off me!"

Apperantly whole she was lost in thought and munching on her lunch, she hasn't noticed the guards yell for them to return to their permamt apartments. So two burly men in guard uniforms had picked her up from the underside of her arms to get her moving.

"Back to your cell inmate," One barked with a raspy undertone; probably from years of smoking. She could still smell his smoke break on him.

"Okay, okay, but there's no need to be so rude. I know pigs don't have manners, but still," She spat. The other guard scowled, and rose a hand to strike her, but the other one stopped him. Alanna cocked her eyebrow. Nothing stopped them from slapping her before, not even cameras. "What, to hug now to hit little ol' me? Aww, but Stanny, I thought we had somethin special going on," She said with a rather exaggerated fake pout. He huffed, and grabbed her wrist harshly, and started to drag her back to her cell.

And she could do nothing but follow along behind him. She still didn't know why they were so rude to her, honestly, she's done nothing to deserve it. It took nearly five minutes to stage her back, but once there, she was almost thrown in. Alanna hit the floor, her head hitting it with a loud twack, causing the guards to both chuckle as they watched the small woman slowly sit up and touch her forehead. Of course they didn't laugh for lon h as the watched the cut slowly seal up, the blood still slowly running down her face.

"Now what was...whats going on?" Suddenly, the yells and screams of other inmates. The guards drew their weapons, but one was sent over the second floor railing, along with an inmate. Looking at Stan, the one still outside her cell with an evil smirk, she plainly stated this.

"Somethings gone wrong, hasn't it Stanny?"

 

[A Common Man]

Jamie was looking at the inmates. Studying them, closely. Jamie has been a me at observer, and if he wanted to make friends, he would need to observe and survive. Jamie looked down back at his good, and frowned in disgust.

There was nobody sitting next to Jamie. He was all alone. That was when he felt hands grab him and drag him to his cell. Jamie was often a fighter, so the guards would just grab him and drag him to his cell.

"Oh, are we going on a field trip?" Jamie asked with a little smile. The guards didn't say a word, which made Jamie frown even more. "You guys must be ezciting at home." Jamie muttered.

"All right. I jave jad enough of you." One of the guards carrying him said. They dropped him and Jamie got up. The guards were taking out their batons. Jamie chuckled and ran toward them.

He got two punches and then he felt the batons hitting his body. He fell to the floor, getting pinned and being beat up. "Come o-" He was interrupted when a baton hit his face.

He felt a few teeth loosen. Jamie would try to use all of his strength when he looked at his braclet. The red light was gone. Jamie looked back at the men, and started laughing.

The guards would suddenly see a human size cat running towards them. They screamed in shock as it got to them. It tore them all up. Piece by piece. As it was done, it looked at Jamie and purred. Jamie smiled and petted the cat.

 

[Japanime]

Michael was the type of person at Nightgate who was surprisingly chill. Because he couldn't use his powers, he didn't attempt to. Michael was the one who chilled in his cell bed or observed a fight from atop the railings and chuckle at how frail the combatants were. Michael didn't have any friends at Nightgate and didn't necessarily want any. He was independent. He did his own thing. Most of the time in his free time he would ponder of a way to break out. It was difficult because it was Nightgate, a jail for supervillains. But Michael won't give up.

He was put away for an assload of murders, demolition of buildings, and attempting to eliminate the government. Michael sat with a few other inmates he didn't know. He consumed his lunch silently like always and didn't really speak because he didn't wanna talk to all the asshats there. He often overheard conversations of other inmates planning to get out and Michael could pick out what they were missing and knew that the plan was never gonna work but he made no attempt to help them.

Michael had just finished his food and was going to dump his tray and return it. He sat back down at his table and just looked around and eventually started brainstorm about escaping. Michael then began hearing "Let me go!" "Alright... Alright... I'm going!" Michael then directed his gaze toward other inmates being shoved by guards back to their cells and immediately knew it was time to go back.

"Get going, BOOMer!" One guard said to him as he was looking around and didn't notice him walk up. Michael looked him up and down and began walking back to his cell.

"That's right.. Use them two feet!" The guard said as Michael walked away. If Michael still had his powers that guards body would be no more before he could even finish his sentence.

Michael walked into his cell and laid down in his cell. He had his hands behind his hand and his feet crossed over each other. The guard that was telling Michael to move was the guard who was guarding his cell.

"Wh-What the hell?!" The guard guarding his cell yelled as he saw inmates breaking out and striking guards. Then Michael noticed his cuffs weren't activated and had a psychotic smile on his face. Everyone could hear an explosion and see a guard flying from Michael's cell. Michael's cell was also burst open.

"Looks like today's the day."

 

[Shog]

Eric wasn't satisfied with his work, but it'd have to do. Maybe if he could get Titan's corpse out of here he could finish the job. But for now, having a not-quite-bulletproof puppet with a slight modification would have to do. Besides, backup was arriving on the scene. Most were heading to face the new wave of do-gooders, but Eric had a different plan. He'd been here for longer than most of the others and had some bonus knowledge to show for it. He just so happened to know the code for a door at the end of the hall. It was, after all, right next to his old cell. All he needed was a key card, which he just so happened to have thanks to Frank.

Eric strode along the second level in no particular rush. Honestly, he was just speed walking. He kept Titan close by, occasionally knocking off another inmate who got in his way. Just a little further now...

 

[SmolKitten]

Surprisingly, Dusk was the one female the men treated as a friend. They respected her, wanted to please her or simply liked her. She had a knack at getting people to like her, so much so even the guards treated her more like a friend than an inmate. Some still didn't like her, but most were lenient. Years she had worked to get herself into a good position in this place. Most people were wrapped around her finger, just as she liked it. Sitting alone, no one bothered her, the guards simply giving her friendly nods if they caught her eye. Just the way she liked it. Solitude was something she much preferred and it was always short lived when residing in a crowded prison. This was quickly demonstrated by the call to return to their cells. Dusk was situated right next to an extremely obnoxious inmate that drove her positively insane. She would much prefer solitary. Having not moved fast enough, a hand latched onto her arm and dragged her up causing her to instantly lash out. Within seconds, a sharp pain shot through her head, the guard having hit her.
Simultaneously, she felt the pressure around her wrists disappear and her connection to the shadows re-established itself. Out of pure automatic response, two dark figures appeared appeared beside her, moving to the guard that had just hit her. Within seconds he was nothing but a few bloody pieces on the floor in front of her.

 

[Kloudy]

The Gentleman

"Ah... The sound of strife and struggle. Now that, that is what society is about."

William Rundell Haus Code, otherwise known as 'The Gentleman' was perched on the end of his bed, reading a braille book. Of course, given his condition, he wasn't capable of reading normal ones or watching the television, so it sufficed. William was actually fairly well treated by the other prisoners and the guards, despite his obvious disadvantage. Well, there were quite a few 'special' snowflakes of the same manner dotted about, but they were not so for the same reasons.

You see, the first difference was that William had been smart about his capture, as well as lucky. His bracelet restraints could detect the active use of his powers, meaning they would activate their wonderful features if he were to begin levitating or bending the cell bars. However, the usage was near-imperceptible if he used it to merely 'feel' his surroundings, essentially substituting his sight for another form of vision. Whilst it was limited in range, it did afford him a 360 degree viewing coverage, and he had made it out as though he were indeed completely blind and unable to use his power in such a way; the ability remaining undetected thus far.

The second difference was William power itself and how it interacted with his bracelets. Upon detecting strenuous meta-physical activity in his body or his immediate surroundings, an electrical shock would be administered, as well as bright lights shot into his eyes from the headgear he was forced to wear. Closing his eyes didn't help and even using his powers at the edges of his range incurred the shackles' wrath. However, William was granted a brief moment where he could use his power before the lights knocked him unconscious or worse. William had attempted a single breakout with this fact in mind, the other two incidents on record being merely in self defence in his early days at NightGate. Needless to say, many guards and prisoners lost their lives or limbs in the split second before William was knocked out as a result.

It was due to this fact that made William still so dangerous despite his imprisonment. It was a mutual understanding between William, the guards and the other prisoners. Willian knew he couldn't escape and that the guards had little need to actually restrain him as his attempts were usually doomed to unconsciousness. The prisoners didn't pick on William unless they wanted to become spaghettified, and of course William couldn't just go out and pick fights without leaving himself utterly vulnerable. Another thing to note was that William couldn't simply break his cuffs or headset with his power as they were made of ridiculously tough material. Whilst, say, Titan could easily rip them off with his power, William's was not quite as potent enough as to overpower them in the time he was granted before 'lights out'.

He looked up, purely out of habit and for no functional purpose, as he heard the sounds of guards ushering prisoners to their cells. William was already in his, so he was left alone for the moment. He raised a curious eyebrow at the sounds of panicked yelling, and then even more curiously; the sounds of struggle. As he so commented on, he noticed that his cellmate was not currently in his room. It seemed a rebellion was uprising in NightGate and the thought brought a faint smile to his face. Well, good luck to-

Click.

William's face went deadpan as he felt his cuffs come apart, no longer linked together. If he could, he would have stared incredulously at them as he brought his hands up, opened with palms to the ceiling. His powers were still being detected, he could sense the rise in electrical current within the electronic cuffs as he carefully amped up the pressure of his powers, stopping before they reached the threshold of warranting a shock. So he was still trapped, just a small step closer to freedom. William smiled, this would do, this would do indeed.

Sounds of a pair of quick footsteps came from outside his cell, causing the young man to begrudgingly arise from his bed to inspect the scene. As he approached his cell bars, he saw 'The Puppet Master' and 'Titan' briskly striding his way down the corridor. William raised an eyebrow once more, his grin stretching slightly as he placed a hand on his chin thoughtfully. Perhaps Eric was looking to reclaim something from his cell, or perhaps he was going to inquire as to what was behind the large metal door nearby at the end of the hallway. Either way, the opportunity was all-too good to pass up.

"Eric, Titan... It's a pleasure to see you both here during such a foreboding time. I believe we could perhaps make a deal?"

He gave them a small smile and bowed his head humbly, hoping he seemed friendly enough to warrant their trust. He doubted they would fully remove his restraints for fear of what he could do without them, but he would settle for simply being brought along as a failsafe if they ran into tough resistance. After all, there was very little that could remain in range and withstand William's onslaught.

Shog

 

[Shog]

Eric stopped, turning to face William. The Gentleman. He was one of the only inmates in Nightgate that Eric didn't think he could successfully control. This alone dissuaded him from ever making contact. Still, he did respect him. William could do some serious damage if he wanted, though so could most held here. But with that much power, why was he still in his cell? The answer was obvious: his bracelets were still active, at least to some extent. Unless he was just toying with anyone who passed by. Whatever the case, it would be better to take him along. He wouldn't remove his cuffs, at least not yet, but Titan could make quick work of it should the need arise.

"Here's the deal," Eric said. "I'll let you out, and you come with me. I won't try and stop you from running away, but good luck getting any of the others to help you out. I know a back door of sorts. Your cuffs stay on until I need your power."

He didn't wait for William to respond and forced Titan to pull the cell door open.

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[Japanime]

After sending the guard guarding his cell flying and bursting open his cell, Michael scanned the unit and spotted Eric, Titan, and The Gentleman having a conversation near a door. Michael thought this was skeptical and stomped towards them, blasting away anyone in his way. "What's up guys? Mind if I make this an A, B, C, D conversation?"

Shog Kloudy

 

[FireMaiden]

Among the various yells, screams, and perhaps other lewd sounds coming from around the prison, one seemed to be within the most agony. Skin nearly the same color as a ripe tomato, on his knees as the screaming tore his throat hoarse, Stan Kippen was receiving one of the worse forms of torture possible.

His blood was boiling, and the last thing he would ever see would be Alanna, looking down on him with a pure hatred in her eyes that most people never see. After mere moments, his lifeless body slumped to the floor, and Alanna stepped out of her cell. The absolute chaos around her made her smile, as it reminded her of some of her best times. Reguardless, this was a short lived moment of joy however, she soon she realised what an event like this meant. A chance to escape.

Looking around, Alanna headed to her left, weaving her way through various fights and confrontations, wanting to find an inmate who could actually help her escape. The Puppet Master. She was a fan of his work, and of course, he would be a useful asset to getting out of this shit hole. And thankfully she spotted bim, along with another man outside a cell for an inmate she didn't know. When a hand reached out and grabbed her throat.

Immediately, she began to choke, and wriggle around in his grip. Obviously the man before had strength, if it was super or not remained to be seen. But he had a good foot on her at least, and maybe 200 hundred pounds. Alanna had to be smart but she was quickly losing her oxygen. That's when she felt his hand at her waist band, and her instints kicked him.

She was suddenly dropped, her body leaning on the ground with a hard thud, leaving her gasping for air as the man was now screaming as clutching at his arm, which had just had the entirety of its blood hardened. While she was coughing, as breathing in air, he was running. Japanime Kloudy Shog

 

[Kloudy]

The Gentleman

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William smiled as he was allowed out of his cell, a pleased look on his handsome features as he stepped out to join the others. Perhaps freedom was truly attainable this time, with the roster they had it was looking promising. Bowing before the other two convicts, William straightened up at the sound of more inmates fighting.

“Goodness, it appears we have more guests to entertain. Careful, they might not be as... civilised as someone such as myself.”

He bowed once more graciously as the newcomer joined them, William ignoring the cries of agony and sounds of bodily damage echoing around the corridor. This was a savage place generally devoid of class and manners, but William would be damned if were to stoop down to the level of these primitives and not uphold his family honour. But then even that was just a habit, he no longer held any pride in his family anymore either.

“William Rundell Haus Code, otherwise known as ‘The Gentleman’. The pleasure is mine.”

His charismatic smile oozed with confidence as he held out a hand to the newcomer of which he did not know the name. There were simply too many inmates to keep a track of, so William’s careful observations sometimes allowed some to slip by unnoticed. Especially given his recent ‘lights-out’ incident, his brain was still feeling a bit frazzled. But even so, supposing the individual was not hostile, he was not above peaceful diplomatic conversation.

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[Japanime]

Michael firmly gripped William's hand and shook it. "My name's Michael. So, what are you three up to?" Michael ignored the chaos in the room. The yelling and screaming and sound of destruction brought a little smirk upon his face that he couldn't seem to lose.

Suddenly, a few more guards busted through the doors with heavy gear on and all equipped with a riot shield and baton. They charged into the chaos like warriors into battle. Their batons up high and their shields held firmly in front of them. They also had the warrior shout down. Where they charged in and screamed.

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[Shog]

Eric couldn't help but frown slightly as Michael inserted himself into their conversation, if that's what you want to call it. He certainly had the capacity to remember most of the inmates, but this guy was mostly a mystery to him. Never made much of an impression. Eric disliked unknowns, but he didn't have many options. He could probably toss him into the crowd and hope he lost them, but having someone specifically target him, especially at a time like this, was not beneficial. Besides, he did have Titan, and possibly Gentleman, on his side if things went wrong. It also greatly satisfied him to note that neither Michael or William seemed to notice how dead Titan was. Perhaps they were faking it, but it did mean he wasn't that rusty.

"The plan is to..." Eric started to say. He looked back behind them and noticed Alanna, Majesty, throw off an attacker. He'd always viewed her in mixed light, but always with respect. If anyone was going to directly counter his own magic, it would be her. Still, in the 6 months since her arrival, he'd heard a lot about her. Taking over the Wolves at 17 years of age, ruling with an iron fist, demanding respect... she was perfect! Eric had never "liked" anyone before, and this was no exception, but if he did she would be his first choice. Of course, there was also the ever present prospect of turning her into a blood mage. She could never accomplish what he could, but he had little doubt that with some training she would be a natural. She was the one person he actually wanted to come with him.

Eric held out his hand and launched out a thread from each finger, planting them on her shoulders and torso. He lifted her up slightly off the ground and pulled her over to the group., where he gently set her on her feet before releasing her. "Gentlemen, bow to your Majesty. She will be a great help in escaping this hell hole. So as I was saying, I know how to open that door. Once through, escape should be more straight forward. We'll have to cross several checkpoints, but with our combined power that shouldn't be a problem."

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[fin]

Moses took a bite out of the chum burger, ground beef and beans stuffed between the buns. It was actually his favourite meal served at the prison, and in spite of his first impression at the meal, he'd come to like the taste, albeit his fellow inmates might not feel the same. The "Rodent," as he was nicknamed as a cause of his porcupine-like powers, had chosen to lay low that day, sitting further back. His usual spot was often up front where he could mock the guards, enjoy the laughs of his fellow inmates and get in a couple fights or two before breakfast was even over. Moses had never been scared of the guards, and actually had certain connections in the hell hole, some guards or chefs, and even Janitor Bainley. He'd become well-respected not only as a cause of his connections, but also because he could never back down from a fight, he actually craved the feeling, knocking bruises onto the men both bigger and probably stronger than him, skill over strength any day.

As he minded his own business, Moses' serenity was short-lived as a guard called for the inmates to return to their cells. He watched as another inmate argued with the guards, Eric Gilmore. Moses just smirked, picking up his remaining burger as he made his way to his cell. He was stopped by the door though.
"No food allowed in the cells, you should know this by now, ya lil' weasel." Argued one of the guards.
"Doesn't look like you've been following the rules either." Moses teased as he pointed towards the man's potbelly. He tapped the surface of the man's belly, though before he knew it a surge of electricity ran up his arm. He'd been tased. Moses flinched, hair on end as the surge finally stopped, flexing his shoulders. "Jeez." He answered, dropping the remaining burger into the guard's hands, a brown mesh and bun covered the guard's hand, now flowing onto his belly. He just grinned, making his way off.

Moses returned to his cell, eyeing his cell mate, Bruce Sutoski, an orange-haired introvert. No one quite knew Bruce, he was quiet, though rumours spread that he'd murdered an entire neighbourhood just because he felt like it. Bruce's nickname, "Firearm," made Moses think Bruce used guns instead of having powers. A small few of the inmates didn't have any powers so it could make sense. He just made his way onto his bed, located on the left side of the room, Bruce's the opposite. After only minutes of laying there, he could feel the needles in his wrists forcing out, blood seeping though it quickly healed. Moses stretched out his fingers, then closed them, repeating this action time again. The cell doors were slipping open as well, and he could already hear the inmates outside in a frenzy. For the first time in the time spent at the prison though, Moses could hear a chuckle from the other end of the room. Bruce.

A psychotic scream followed Bruce's chuckle as he rushed towards Moses, he easily dodged this though, leaping from his bed as he regained his enhanced senses and agility. "So that's what you do." Moses commented as he landed on the floor behind Bruce. He could see the man's eyes almost popping out of his head, like he was hyped up on something. Once again, Bruce charged Moses, followed by a leap over top his head. Bored of the situation he'd found himself in, Moses saw it as an opportunity to test out his newly acquired powers, hair growing down his jaw and chin as he stepped back. His eyes turned a bright bronze, nails thickening as he stared down Bruce. In a blink of an eye, Moses darted forwards as well, a single spike protruding form his forearm as he threw and upper cut into Bruce's chest, he allowed the spike stay, ejecting it from his body as it now lay in Bruce's chest, the hole where it once was closing up on his forearm. Bruce was shocked, dropping onto both knees. This was too easy. Once again, forming a spike from his middle knuckle, Moses sent a jab across the ginger's cheek, entering the left cheek and exiting the right. Blood squirted onto his attire, as he once again ejected the spike and left it in Bruce's body, watching his corpse flop to the floor. He smiled grimly over Bruce's body before making his way out of the cell.

Moses, in spite of his recklessness knew he wasn't going to escape on his own. Scanning the hall for possible allies though, was tough amidst the chaos that surrounded him. Thinking on head, with most of the danger on ground, his next plan was to go up. With quills projecting from his palms and under-foot, Moses flinched at the pain this new use of his power caused, having been a relatively long time since he'd last used them. He leaped into the air, quills injecting into the ceiling as he crawled his way down. His hair hung under him, veins strained at the change in position. He just had to hold up long enough before... before he found Eric. His eyes lit up as they fell upon the dark-haired, red-eyed man those in the prison had come to know as "Puppet Master." He was surrounded by a group of people he hadn't really heard of besides Alanna, a short and fragile woman. She berated him whenever he'd tried to tease her, his eyes on her did bring back memories as well as a smile to his face as he dropped from the ceiling. The last notable face in the group was William, someone who he'd heard plenty about concerning his mischievous shenanigans. The hairy man glanced around the group. He then looked towards the door Eric had mentioned,

"I'on know half of you but I'm trying to get my ass outta here. I don't need names, but like Eric said, let's just walk out whatever magic door he has planned for us to escape from."
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