Halloween Party

He smiled softly at the sight of the woman he had first cared about in this prison. "Hello there, Porter-san. It is definitely an honor finding you alive and as well as you can be." he declared with some optimism before nodding back at Norewood as well, acknowledging his words and reciprocating them as well.
His smile dropped as soon as his eyes travelled back to the cages, the mutilated body of several other inamtes slightly bothering him as he wondered on how messed up Korso could be.

Judging from the dialogue shared by other prisoners, he had a note waiting for him aswell. It was a matter of analyzing the eliminated options. His arms folded over his chest, he felt part of his stomach turn when he saw the damaged body of a seventeen year old looking boy in the distance. That was his chance. Moving stealthily towards it, he was quick to grab the envelope and to read it quietly before hiding it in his jumpsuit, walking back towards the group with a frown, wondering how he'd pull his task off.

Mulan notices Hanzo moving in her peripheral. It seemed everyone was becoming stealthy about this. How'd she know? It wasn't her trained eyes. It was the sudden deterioration of envelopes in the cages. That intrigued her. Mulan frowns and sighs. She felt like there was so much she needed to do within a short period of time. She might not have a chance to talk to some of these people before they turned up dead too. She runs a hand through her hair, pushing it from her face.
She glances over at Kida. She'd have to talk to her too. She looked back to Jim. She pats his hand before walking over to Hanzo, touching his shoulder and saying exactly what she was thinking.

"You know, the more I see you, the more I feel like I know you from somewhere. As if you're vaguely familiar. Have we met?" She couldn't ignore the voice of remembrance in her mind any longer. He could end up dead too. Hell, they all could.

(sorry for comming in this late Mid terms were hell and only now did I get a break)

Anya woke up much later then the others, she felt tired being moved from bad cell to bad cell. But it wasn't the putrid smell of death it was the sounds of the people laying out there on her back with her long auburn hair strewn about her. She had slept like a little angel but it was a devil that awoke. Eyes snapping open as she got up brushing herself off. She couldnt help but look and notice the tree of cages, her heart filled with such joy seeing just the beauty of the display. Ahhh.... a nice little pick me up to save her from the monotony of the cell life. Giggling softly to herself trying to turn her face away to compose herself for a moment before looking back with a shocked face slipping into her mask. Then she noticed her name and became curious as she walked over to the tree and looking into the cage of one Esmerelda.... sweet woman, had comforted what she thought was a scared girl. In a way she had been right to, but now she was dead.... pity.... Anya had wanted to play with her more.

Did that games master think this would phase her? or was it a gift? she wasnt sure of at all but it definately was a torture for the others, opening up her letter as she looked in the contents and read. Taking but a moment to soak in the information before putting it back. Well well it looked like she might have to do some fun things.... he didnt say no. Walking away to just sit down seeming to be overwhelmed as she curled up and appeared to begin to cry softly.

And to think he had been blamed for a lack of compassion. The dark-haired female didn't even do as much as say a word of warning, simply opening the cage - granting the poor man a free fall. Under 'normal' circumstances, Moses wouldn't have minded all that much, but in order to appear as someone who possessed at least something close to human emotions, he couldn't let it slide. With a loud gasp, he shot forward, somehow managing to soften the crash by becoming a human cushion.

Blood soon dripped on his dark skin, but Moses didn't seem to notice. "Very handy, but can I just point out he is still capable of feeling pain?" he huffed, raising his gaze to look at the woman who had brought the key. Goodness. If they all kept yapping without reason and acting without thought, he would be better off alone... After fulfilling his task, that was.

"No. Don't leave me.", Jane took Cillian's hand in hers and looked at him appealingly. This here might be a bad dream or just fun, whatever might happen, but Jane didn't want to be alone again. Eventhough she was relieved to see Shang alive. It was not...

A bond like she had with Cillian. She was alone in this prison. There was the female guard on this one division, but if Korso would tell her to hurt Jane, she would do it. Miss Sinclair already had gotten the order to kill her and did it. It didn't matter, if it hadn't been Jane in the end or not.

Maybe it was time to change something? Jane looked around, passing the cages one by one with her glance. Then she looked at Shang. "I'm glad to see you alive as well.", a soft smile curled up on her face. "I guess it's time for me to find my envelope, right? Starting the game."

Cillian could feel her hand taking hold of his. It had been a while since a woman had needed him like that. He gently moved her back on her feet. "Maybe you should." Cillian gave her a charming smile. Noticing Hattori leave. Maybe he did feel like the third wheel?

Perhaps. Cillian's thumb caressed the back of Jane's hand. Wondering when to perform the task he was given. Looking around. It was difficult. There was no way he would get out of the task. Wondering what others had read on their letters.

Jane looked back at the cages and sighed. "But where could it be? I already looked at all the cages with those prisoners, I know. Kind of. But it wasn't in them.", Jane shook her head. Then her view fell on a cage a bit aside. No one seemed to take care of the prisoner in it.

She pulled Cillian with her to the cage. Jane felt a bit sorry to leave Shang like this, but she wanted to be sure. In front of the cage, she let go of Cillian's hand and walked closer to the imprisoned woman. Her blonde hair layed matted on her head. Jane sighed, walking closer. The smell of the dying body tickled her nose and Jane turned up her nose. Ah well, it wasn't like she wasn't used to it. Her own victims sometimes smelled like this, when she had been to busy to get them earlier.

Jane lifted the head of the blonde woman and looked into her face. Blood had dried on her mouth and Jane wondered why. The woman didn't looked like she had been knocked out with something blunt. Her hand wandered along the neck to feel the pulse and then a sigh slipped out of her mouth. Jane let go of the body immediately and searched for the envelope.

She found it and when she saw her name on it, Jane felt relieved. She couldn't remember seeing this woman before, maybe slightly at the contest from the beginning, but she didn't knew how they were related to each other. Shrugging, Jane opened the envelope and read the short message. Well, that could be some kind of fun. She put it in her pocket and went back to Cillain. Smiling innocently.

"So what are we going to do now?", Jane tilted her head.

The innocent look gave him some strange feeling. Cillian could feel some strange memory return. Shaking his head. As if he was shaking it out. "Do something with the letter?" He answered. To be honest Cillian did not see the sense of these games. Maybe he was the one not make sense. Looking at the crowd. Megara was busy with the male from his first game. He who had shaved his head, and the body that had fallen out of the cage. Hattori seemed to look for his letter. And than there was The nice female who had invited him to dinner. Chel. Ofcourse it had only been a runner up for this game. Than there was Tulio. He noticed Kida too. From the picture in the file.

Wondering how to perform. How was he going to do this? And what did Jane have in her letter? So curious. Were they supose to wait? For a signal?

Meg wasn't paying any attention to anyone else. She had acted on impulse when she unlocked the cage, not even thinking the body would crash to the ground. Moses' words were just muffled in the fogginess of her mind, barely even realizing he had spoken to her. Everything in this place was like a nightmare...a terrible nightmare.
She walked away from the cage, from Dimitri, from everyone. This whole game was bringing up memories that would better be left buried. Finding a secluded spot away from everyone, she sat down and closed her eyes. Maybe if she just stayed put, this would end much faster.

This took too long. Cillian was so done with waiting. Not sure if anybody had done what their enveloppe's said. But if he were to to do this he had to make sure that it would not seem strange. Looking around. The guy Megara helped seemed to be a wreck still. And Megara seemed to be a wreck too. As far as he had noticed they were close to one another. And since he cared for Megara seeing her hurt was not his favorite thing. But what surprised him was that her other 'friend' did absolutely nothing now to comfort her. When she had helped him.

Cillian gave Jane a gently nod before Walking up to Dimitri. He slapped the guy in the face. ''Man up! Your friend. Is dead. Instead of drowning yourself into your own sorrow, get yourself together! And comfort your friend that is still alive! Not the whole world turns around your pain. Nobody can help this guy right here.'' Pointing towards Kuzco. ''But everybody can help her.'' Cillian said as he pointed at Megara. ''Now stop being so selfish and before any other man is going to her. You be a man and you help her.'' Or I will.