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An indeterminate amount of time passed, and she awoke in a small, spare cell; only a bed--which she rested on-- a sink, and a small toilet in the corner. One of the walls was made of glass, and the others were stone. The lights were out, and all was very quiet.

Oh, and she was in a straight-jacket.

Well, one thing was certain, Rogue had had enough of the straitjacket. She attempted to use her great strength, unfortunately Rogue had absolutely no leverage. After getting flustered, the southerner sat down to think, "Okay, Ah've seen people get outta these before. Only thing: Ah'm not Houdini. Think girl."

Rogue looked around for anything, found nothing and sat back down. She was staring at the faucet watching the water drip, when an idea hit her.

She relaxed and then began to hover. Rogue manuevered herself with her back to the sink. Using the glass of the cell like a mirror, the lady X-man tried to hook the back straps of the jacket on one of the cross-shaped nob handles. Through many failing attempts, Rogue eventually managed to undo all three straps -- finally having a little wiggle room.

ENTER from GOTHAM


A large shadow in the corner of one of the many hallways expanded, and a man in a blood-red outfit emerged from the wall. Reaper stood there a moment, looking around the hallway. He had one copy checking the Batcave...from the young Spider's knowledge of Batman's world, this place could be another good place to check for the heroes.
True, there shouldn't be any heroes here...but they could have been captured or something. At least that's what he had thought when he came here.
But....everything looked calm enough here. Still people in their cells. There were no rushed heartbeats anywhere near him, so no one was panicing. No urgency. At least not in the area around him. Perhaps farther down the hallway he'd find something.

Sighing a bit, he began walking down the hallway of the large prision.

Reaper continued down the hallway, casually glancing around at the men in their cells as he passed by them. Nothing quite yet. There were a few that he wouldn't mind seeing what he could do with...but that's not what he was here for.

After a bit of walking, he heard a voice calling from the end of the hall. He blinked, then proceeded towards it.
As he got closer to the cell, he gained a much better view of who was inside. A woman in an unfastened straight jacket with brown hair that had a single snowy streak sliding down the front of it.
....he didn't remember much about the little incident in New York City. But he recalled her face being there. As a matter of fact, he remembered her fists as well.

He was in a monsterous state at the time...both mentally and physically. He didn't look anything like he had before, so there shouldn't be any risk of her recognising him and starting something. He could easily just pass by her and continue searching. There were no 'X-Men' on the list...at least he didn't recall any.

Still...he was curious as to why a hero was locked up? Perhaps the other heroes were here.



// I swear, he's not stalking your characters or anything. He simply needs to check just about everywhere. Now, since Rogue beat him earlier on....he may or may not just stand there and wave at her from the other side of the glass. blaugh

That....and a hard-back finally came in that features a certain sailor-talking ten year old. Needless to say I now like her very much as well. So if she want's to play, I'll be more than happy to let her play. //

Reaper finally approached the woman's cell, and stopped in front of it. He didn't turn to face her, but simply stopped as he was walking. He had intended to turn around and talk to her, but something caught his attention a short ways away. He couldn't see it, but he could sence a heartbeat that was rushed. Grabbing his attention more...was the scent of blood. Someone wasn't behind a glass cell....

He paused a moment longer, then casually turned around to face the woman. As he did, a decent ammount of his shadow broke off and traveled along the edges of the cell, speeding down the hall. At the end of the hallway, well out of the woman's line of sight, another Reaper arose and continued down the hallway on foot. Human form of course...he didn't need to look like he belonged behind one of these cells as well.

Reaper continued down the halls, keeping his eyes open for any signs of other heroes, and his mind open to intercept any thoughts that would prove important.
So far...the most important information he recieved was open thought waves coming from people walking down the hallway towards him. In which case, he would slink over to the side of a wall, and let his red-clothed form sink into a shadow. Once the person passed by, he'd slink out of a different shadow that was nearby and continue down the hallway.

So far, he was finding nothing. But...he was getting closer to the scent of blood. This probably wasn't something he needed to occupy himself with. But...he could never help himself when it came to blood. Never. And this, this was almost like hunting.

After a rather short time, Reaper finally came to a stop in front of a small room. The scent of blood was coming from inside, and he stared at the door skeptically. Normally, if he smelled blood in a room like this, it meant that someone was already dead. But, there was a heartbeat inside. And thoughts. So whoever it was, they were very much alive.
He stood there another moment, browsing through the....little girl's....mind. After a second or two, he grinned. Wasn't what he was looking for, but it was certainly interesting.

Then that familiar feeling crept up his spine. She wasn't a normal little girl...she was very capable of being a good doll to play with.
He tried to shake the feeling off though. He was supposed to be good. He had to be good.


....still.

He grinned a bit more, took hold of the doorhandle, used a bit of telekenisis to make sure it wasn't locked...and opened it.