[And Raxa is brought to an area where all the prisoners are not white, not black and not Asian.] (So convenient!) [They're not all women, either. She gets more than a few catcalls and lewd remarks.] * Raxa glances over at one of the catcallers and smirks to herself, before murmuring, "Poor boys." (Did my hands get washed, or are they dried bloody?) ( They did. ) * Raxa goes walking along to cell land! [Raxa is brought to a cell. It's quite a bit different from Logan's and Josh's. There's only two beds, and they don't look comfortable. No sink, no toilet, no window, and the one light is dim and makes a nasty humming noise.] [Also unlike Logan's and Josh's cell, there's someone already in it, a tall, very muscular woman of apparently Middle-Eastern descent. She's doing pushups as the guard opens the cell door. Another guard shoves Raxa in harshly, then they lock up and head off.] * Raxa stumbles in, brushes her hair back, and then looks over at the woman. "You a warrior?" she asks. [She stops doing pushups and stands, towering over Raxa. She grins. "23rd Triple R Battalion. I killed hundreds of the bastards an' I got the scars to prove it. So yeah, you could say that." She looks Raxa up and down. "And you? Let me guess, modded your looks?" She smirks. "You're going to be very popular around here."] * Raxa laughs faintly and smiles back up at her, saying, "No, this is all natural. My name's Raxa." [Also, Raxa has a phamphlet, which will be read in the main channel in a bit :P (Roger!) * Raxa stretches her fingers out and then finishes, "It's good to be around someone who knows the value of a scar." [She tilts her head up, looking down her nose at Raxa. "Hnh. I hate pretty preening petunias like you, just so you know. All smiles and charm, useless when something actually needs to be done."] * Raxa snorts and looks back up at her. "Oh, I've much more than looks, my big friend." ["Hnh. We'll see how long you last around here."] * Raxa shrugs slightly and smirks. "Long enough to learn your name, I hope." * Raxa looks at both beds. "And figure out what Triple R Batallion means. Which of those is yours?" [She nods to the one behind her. "This one. It means Royal Republican Rebels. And my name's Fatima, not that it counts for much here."] * Raxa walks over to the other one. "Fatima? More strange names." She sits down on it, picks up the pamphlet, and runs it along her palm for a moment, checking if it's sharp enough to cut. Then she chuckles to herself and looks back at her. After a moment she grins a bit. "Hundreds, hmm? You look like the kind of woman who could manage that hand to hand." [She laughs. "I have a strange name. That's rich, coming from someone called Raxa. And yeah, there's not a person alive who can beat me in arm wrestling. Don't forget that."] * Raxa laughs as well and says, "Weird to me, Fatima. And I won't. I'm in good shape, but you're strong enough to be a jaguar." [She nods. "Strength is what counts here. Not looks."] * Raxa mms, then smiles coyly and replies, "If someone tries to hurt me, they'll find themselves getting more than they expected." * Raxa rubs her neck. "I'm just here to find someone who knows what the name 'Zrho' means besides." [Fatima laughs. "Yeah, 'cause you're the only one here with secret special abilities, right?"] * Raxa tilts her head. "Oh, no. This is where... modded people go." ["Seriously though, whatever you got, I hope they did a good job on you. Pretty low-class girls don't last long here."] * Raxa looks at the paper again, flicking it idly. "Thanks. Even without Huracan... I've still got enough power." ["That your boyfriend?"] * Raxa laughs and says, "No, no... he's..." she frowns and trails off a moment, then says, "He's the one who gave me my power." ["Never heard of him. Hope he didn't rip you off too much.] * Raxa shakes her head and smiles a little. "No... it's been everything you could hope for." [Suddenly there's a loud buzzing, then the cell door opens!] [Fatima grins. "Supper time. Hey, I'll buy you a meal. I want to be paid back, though."] * Raxa stands up slowly, replying, "Fair. With what?" ["PCs, of course. Didn't you read the pamphlet?"] * Raxa ahs, then nods and says, "Yes, but they didn't make it clear how you get them." ["Do well in the tourist attractions. Beat the other prisoners, don't die in the process..."] * Raxa smirks. "Ah, the tourism is sacrifice." * Raxa heads out of the cell. "I know how to handle sacrifice." [Fatima goes too!] ( Gimme an awareness roll! ) (14 on mind, 15 on sight.) [No sooner do Raxa and Fatima walk a few steps than someone grabs Raxa's chest from behind. "Hey Chica! How d'ya wanna be my new girl?"] (Right! Jaguar Fist to the face.) * Raxa frowns a little as she looks back at the guy and says, "No introduction?" Is he good looking? [He's not bad. He's a Hispanic man with a glinting studded earring and a gold tooth. He's short, but muscular, and has winding tatoors along his arms. "Baby, you gonna get to know me real well." He's got two cronies, also Hispanic, who laugh. At what? We're not sure.] [Fatima takes a step forward. "Fuck off, Miguel."] ['Miguel' looks at her and grins, squeezing Raxa. "Or what? You gonna start something? Bring it on, butchbitch."] * Raxa frowns moreso at the presumption, then twists in his grip, growling slightly as she brings up her hand in a fist to smash into the guy's face, with a little extra Jaguar oomph. "Not bad, but I have my respect, boy." ( Melee roll! ) (POW) [Raxa hits him in the nose, bloodying it up. He staggers back, and his cronies catch him. He scowls and gets back up. "Chica... you just made a big mistake."] [But then a prison guard spots you and shouts, "Hey! Get to the cafeteria now, or it's a level 1 punishment!"] * Raxa shrugs with one shoulder and replies, "Enjoy what just happened, because it will not happen again." She gives him a smirk, then walks onward. No need for punishment yet. [One of Miguel's cronies tugs his arm. "Miguel, come on man. We gotta go!"] [Miguel shouts after Raxa. "Chica! You gonna be Miguel's! You gonna be Miguel's real soon! And you better pray to God Miguel forgives you!"] * Raxa rolls her eyes, then looks over at Fatima with a slight grin as they go. "Am I too frail?" [Fatima grins. "You got a better arm than it looks like." Her grin vanishes. "But you're in trouble. Miguel's tougher than he looks, too. And dangerous. He's an actual criminal, not just in here because he's a rebel or got on someone's bad side."] * Raxa mms and nods slightly. "Yes, well, trouble follows me around. It's a good thing I'm on your good side, mmm?" ["Heh. Count yourself lucky, kid."] [And then you reach the cafeteria.]