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ROLLER COASTER - (ANNABEL MIKAEL) - (CIVILIAN)

Annabel snarled, yanking against her restraints. It wasn't often something provoked the more... feral qualities Anna possessed from years of fighting in back alleys, but being tied up (and not in the good way) topped the list. She'd been so stupid. The one time she'd dropped her guard because the girl was cute, and then she wound up here. Where ever here was. Some sort of roller coaster....?

The young woman started to mutter and curse under her breath, more of a growl than anything, and tugged against her arm restraints. The rope dug deep into her skin, but didn't loosen. Damnit damnit damnit! She was so... so... helpless.

And she hated it.

Her head snapped into the direction of the voice. She wasn't the only one here. Anna wasn't sure if that was a good thing... or a very, very bad thing.

"Oi, you okay?" she called back, a flare of pack protectiveness flaring in her chest. Didn't usually happen, but given the circumstances... Best they stuck together.

HAUNTED HOUSE - TRISTAN BAUTISTA - (CIVILIAN)

Woozy. He felt totally woozy, and maybe a little nauseated. He was about to call out for his mom but once he came to he realized he wasn't home. He wasn't even in his neighborhood. He wasn't even free to move. He tried to though, until a pain shot up his arms and legs and he stopped and groaned. So he spent his energy trying to remember how he got there instead, wherever "there" was. He came up blank on the how, though the last thing he could remember was that he was on his way home. With his backpack, which he just then noticed was missing.

"Great" he muttered as he turned his head to see what was around. Mirrors, it looked like, and another body. It wasn't anyone familiar, but some small part of him was relieved that he wasn't alone.

It sucked that someone else was here, obviously, but...well.

"Hey," he tried to get their attention. "Hey, you awake? You okay?"

RESTAURANT - Anxo DeLuna - Civillian

After all that dragging and roughness that Anxo slept through you would think that it would take something pretty darned strong to wake him up. Perhaps a bucket of water, or someone punching him in the gut. Nope. Nope not at all. What woke him up was a SMELL. Oh god, it was terrible! It was as if his nightmares of working at a fast food place had become real again and that the grease was clogging every single pore in his body. He loved a good greasy burger as much as the next person every now and then but this place just smelled like it was old, like the oil had been sitting and stagnating for years and years. It was enough to easily arouse him from his temporary slumber.

What he came to first see was trash. Ew. The silence around him was what came next, then finally, the stiffness in his shoulders and legs. His bottom was sore as hell, a sensation he recognized as having sat down in the same position too long on something way too flat and hard for his liking. The Instinct to stretch came hard but as he moved there was resistance. Was he bound up...? Goddamn, he was, wasn't he? Well, what did he expect...? He should have KNOWN better than to walk about at night in this day and age. But Nooooo, he just had to have that late night swim, didn't he? Another brief glance was given about and with it his suspicions were confirmed. His stuff was all gone. Granted, it was just a bunch of junk and wet clothes but atleast maybe that multitool could have come in handy. Ah well.

The one thing that could move was his neck, and he gave that a nice slow roll, cracking what he could. And in that roll he spotted two others sitting nearby, in the same position as he was.

Surprisingly, fear wasn't the first thing he felt when he saw the other two sitting beside him. Naw, fear was something he learned to push back into the depths of his mind a while ago. Instead it was concern. He was worried far more about the other two that sat with him. Were they alright? Were they BREATHING?

"Hey you two, you doing okay?" Even if they weren't there wasn't anything he could do. Just call it a courtesy at the least.

HAUNTED HOUSE - CAPTAIN PROUSTITE - NEGA

Proustite had never been so organized in all of his years as an officer. Kidnapping civilians was a great deal more work than he was used to- required a great deal more effort. Unless compelled by a direct order, 85% of the time Jack spent powered up he was stealing s**t. He supposed that kidnapping was not unlike that. Except people were not nearly so useful as a new pair of golf clubs or designer jeans or the tiny set of drumsticks he'd bought for little Freddie- who was five going on fifteen, and almost as good at pissing off his mother as Jack had been when he was that small.

"I don't know why the ******** this old park is still here," Proustite drawled, stepping carefully into the funhouse over a pile of broken wood that looked like it might might once have been a door.

He carried a pizza box. Size XL. It was not for sharing.

Probably Moonstone could have some if she tried for a piece- Proustite was not in the habit of actively pissing off people who could beat him up, when there was no one else around to save his a**.

Tristan and Caitlin would (most likely) not be having any.

"This city asks for trouble, leaving scrap heaps like this just standing around." He chose a seat on the dusty floor, opened the pizza box, basked in the steam and the aroma of melted cheese. And then he pointed at Tristan, cocked an eyebrow. "Don't you think this is exactly the sort of place some psycho would use to hold you hostage?"

RESTAURANT - Amphitrite - Negaverse

The smell in the restaurant was, indeed, atrocious. But it phased her less than it should have. To be fair, in the past year or so, Amphitrite had smelled many worse things than this: the youma train and its remnants, her own stench in her five weeks of captivity (so much felt like a dream, yet so much remained disturbingly vivid in her mind), and some vague recollection of the stench of rotting vegetables connected to something she couldn't really recall. Some trash and old grease, while unappealing, didn't quite turn her stomach anymore.

To be completely honest, deep down, she'd be lying if she said the operation didn't disturb her a little. Her most vivid memories were still of her own captivity and torment. While she saw now it was for the greater good, as this was, still - something about seeing those prisoners bound on the floor made her distinctly uncomfortable. Not that it showed. Her smile came as easily and boldly as it ever had before, and she had been trying to warm Captain Jet to her when the prisoners had awoken. It was buried deep, deep down within the pit of her stomach, twisting and churning and making her feel more ill than the smell was.

None of these people would share her fate, though. It was join or die, not an interrogation. It was similar, but not the same - and really, truly, Amphitrite considered her best method of dealing with the situation was to face it heard on. It'd more or less worked for starseeds. She generally didn't flash back to that moment Leucite had plunged his hand into her chest when she handled them now - hadn't, actually, since her upgrade.

Seeing now that their captives were beginning to rise, Amphitrite threw on her sweetest of smiles, sauntering over and crouching down some short distance from them. Three - they'd been entrusted with three. "Hello darlings," she greeted in a warm coo, tilting her head to a side. "Our apologies for the less than ideal conditions. Really, we'd like to get you out of here sooner rather than later - isn't that right, Captain?" she called back sweetly over her shoulder.