◄▼▼ Christine Grave ▼▼►
Location: Cafeteria
Anger was an understatement to describe Christine's state right now. Her mutations had left her changed in many physical ways, however mentally, the girl had a limitless abundance of rage within her, and seemed more than welling to take it out on anyone she possibly could right now, the guard's electrocutions not helping her even the slightest. The moment her chance was there, she was going to become a death-dealer here, human or mutant alike, she was ready to crack some skulls. Times like this, she was glad she had four arms - it helped speed up the killing process.
For now, though she was hurting, nerves tingling, and her face felt numb, it only slowed her a little, the girl's anger only stacking up thanks to the shocks, but at least learning quickly she couldn't resist. That's not to say she still wont mess with the guard, they'd have to really crank the voltage up if they wanted to do some real damage, for now, she just mocked them, growling again like a beast, but gaining a slighty cocky grin in the corner of her mouth. "I dare ya to keep it up; that's nothing. Hell, put one lower, my back's killing me."
Playing it off like it was nothing, the shocks did actually hurt, but she didn't want to show them weakness. She was too proud for that.
It was only then that she got a visitor. Most of the mutants were grouping up from the looks of things, but Christine didn't pay it any mind yet. Instead, picking her head up and taking a deep sigh as the pain started to ware off, she gazed ahead at her 'partner' for now. Yellow sclera colored eyes looked him up and down for a second, the girl scowling under the mask, red lids narrowed along her eyes as her antenna seemed to twitch. What was his deal? This wasn't his business! "...The ******** gives you the right to tell me to shut up and calm down? I swear if I get this mask off I'll bite your face clean off."
She spoke with that same twist of hatred that she gave everyone else, but held back from insulting him. A few little words came to mind, but her head was still in a fog, the drugs still wearing off some, and the shocks not helping either.
He wanted to talk about 'recruiting'? Was he serious? Why the Hell would she cooperate with a complete stranger!? She didn't need others, she flew solo! ...Even if in reality, that was a terrible way to think, the raging woman always had these sort of feelings. "Besides, recruit me? I tried working with other freaks once, why do you think I'm here you walking Dell reject?"
Lacking any form of cooperation and trying to push him away, Christine did slip out that she apparently was in a group of sorts already, but wasn't going into details. Instead just slandering him and shrugging off his words, before she'd lean back, denying him and the food.
It was at that moment she got a brief look around the place, and found herself surrounded by freaks. None of them got her interest really, ...all except for the green fellow. He was someone she could sympathize with. The green flesh and wings; something he couldn't hide, a freak cast away from society. A few others were talking amongst eachother, and she smirked briefly at seeing a messy brown haired woman in a strait jacket too, amused that she wasn't the only one with such restraints. But all in all, she had no desire to talk with these other mutants, selfishly failing to realize how she could actually make friends here and the help she could offer and pushing them all away from herself.
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