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Peyton froze at the voice, eyes going wide as she looked at the person now standing before the pod she was still standing in, then narrowing as she registered what exactly he'd said. "Excuse me?"

She had no idea where she was or how she'd gotten there. Her mouth tasted like.. She didn't even want to think about it, but it was not pleasant. And to top it all off, some douche was all up in her face and seemingly insulted that she had a pair of breasts instead of a d**k. Really now. What. The. ********? She stared at him, scowling, before grabbing the side of the pod and using it to pull herself forward so she could get the hell out of the damn thing.

"My bad," she snapped, lavender eyes rolling as she made her carefully way out of the contraction. "Next time I'll just pack my c**k when I decide to take a really ******** long nap." When she managed to take a step without immediately falling on her face she felt a little better. Tentatively she took another, then another. "Now if you'll excuse me....?" She left it open for him to introduce himself, then remembered she didn't care. "I need to figure out where I am, so I can get the ******** out of here."

Peyton may, or may not, have bared her teeth at the red head as he commanded she shut her pie whole so he could explain. "Fine." Tone implied she was doing it more to figure out what was going on, then because she had any desire what-so-ever to listen to him.

She ceased her attempts at walking normally, crossed her arms, and stared up at the large man, a single blonde brow arching expectantly. "Well?"

The smile was more irritating then the glare, and Peyton felt the nerve of one eye beginning to twitch as he began his explanation of things. It made her frown, sneer softening just slightly as what he said sunk in. "So the shadows are real?" She still sounded pissed, but a little of the pure loathing had leaked away. The shadows had been plaguing her since she was little, and for the whole of her life she'd been told they were figments of her imagination, or worse, cries for attention. If they were real...

Well, it didn't exactly make her feel better, but there was a certain measure of indescribable relief that came along with knowing that she wasn't crazy.

Wait, what was it he'd said about weapons? "I have a weapon waiting for me somewhere in a cave?" It was hard to keep the disbelief out of her voice.

"Aye. There's a cave where they keep the ******** tablets, you'll get your bonded weapo-"

He was cut off as Jerry charged up in a blur of enthusiasm and started to sing. Rep blinked slowly at him.

"This is Jerry." he said grimly.

Suddenly it was a musical?

The nerve beside Peyton's eye began to twitch faster as the new arrival began to sing to her, and she had to fight down the sudden urge to smash that guitar right over his gangly head. She controlled herself.. barely.

It helped that just then another pod gave a great hiss as it opened and another newly awaken hunter looked out at the small gathering that was congregated there. Peyton regarded the other girl was an appraising sort of look before turning her head to stare up at Rep expectantly. "You gunna piss and moan about her having tits, too?" She jacked a thumb back at the new girl.

It had been so quiet. Wonderfully quiet. Now all hell had broken loose in the pod room and Rep felt like it was noisy enough to wake the dead. Turned out that it actually was.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Hissssss.

Because Jerry's caterwauling wasn't enough on it's own to fray Rep's nerves to ribbons, things just had to get even more chaotic and insufferable as the warning beeps sounded on another pod. He whirled on his heel to face the machinery, realised he was dealing with another female sleeper and snarled irritably.

"Oh for ******** sake!." He jabbed an accusing finger at the blinking lights. "No one ******** told me it was ladies night in here tonight or I'd have brought some ******** gags." Pey got a sudden glare. "And at least she has tits, smartarse."

Wandering over to the hopefully less abrasive woman he raised his voice over the din. "I'm Rep - the lunatic with the guitar is Jerry. Welcome to Deus Ex ******** Machina!"

For once in his life he felt like the Life coat fit as he bundled up paperwork for the two women currently making his life a hassle. "Makayla right?" he said, mispronouncing her name entirely as he tapped the page - ******** knew where he'd managed to find a clipboard down here.

"Oh right, pointing out my lack of chest. That's original." She smiled, for a second, then snorted. "Not."

A twitch of her head threw blonde and pink curls over her shoulder as she turned back to the other new hunter that was still in the pod. Her snark, and desire to mangle the guitar, earned her a twitch of lips that might have been a smile. Might. You shouldn't get your hopes up though.

It was nearly impossible to hold anything even resembling a normal conversation at the moment though, and they had Jerry to thank for that. Well past sick of the singing, the petite teen turned and strode up to the much tall man, and reached out to grab the neck of the instrument so his cords would be well and truly ******** up. After a secondshe forced a very unconvincing smile, along with a sugary tone. "HI, Thanks for that!" A moment later the act was dropped, and Jerry would find himself staring down at a surly teen once again. "But you can totally stop making our ears bleed now. I think we've been through enough, don't you?"

"Feel free to tell him yourself. He doesn't listen to me." Rep replied to Ayla, making a curt little bowing gesture and stepping aside. "Though you probably don't want to set him off before you get a weapon or you'll be a very short lived b***h indeed, sorter than most. Your priorities should be." He held up a finger. "One. Getting your weapon from the cave. Two. ******** antagonising Jerry. "

He gave her that same saccharine smile he'd given Pey. "And feel free to go back to sleep, most die there and never wake up. Or you can stay here and only maybe die quietly."

Raising a brow at Pey he took one single step back from Jerry and the new huntress as she grabbed his precious guitar. If it was him, he'd have put her through a wall. With Jerry there was no ******** way to tell how he'd react to someone touching it.

He actually backed Jerry up. "Aye, smartarse." Apparently this was becoming a nickname. "Both of us are ******** specialised hunters. We don't pull rank like some people do. But you just found a pretty fast ******** way to die here. And people do die. You guys are...disposable. We don't look the way we do from hugs and s**t." he gestured at his own scars before waving vaguely at Jerry's