A Thin Black Line

Who: Pietro Maximoff, Unnamed Guards, Open to reaction from other characters
When: Monday, May 18, Dawn
Where: All over the bloody island
What: Pietro storms the island in an attempt to take his sister
Warnings: Severals guards presumably left dead.

( There are two things in life for which we are never truly prepared: twins. )

Who: Nox, Daken, random guards on patrol
When: May 18th, Monday, 3:00PM
Where: The beach
What: Nox discovers his first true asset on the island.
Warnings: May be some language.

( When resentment has such a pleasant smile. )

Who: Dietre and Carr.
When: Monday, 10.15am.
Where: D's cell at first.
What: More training.

It was a rather different Carr who arrived outside D's cell this morning, compared to their first training session. For a start, he was human. He wore jeans, boots, and a vest, all fairly liberally smeared with grease, grit, dirt, and sweat. He clutched a large mug of coffee, grey circles under his eyes.

Carr, it bore pointing out, was not a morning person. At all. And yet, he had been dragged out of his bed at the crack of dawn because someone had remembered Carr was good with engines, and the on-shift mechanics were overwhelmed with everything that needed to be fixed in the wake of the newest addition's little escapade.

He was impressed, of course; there was furious whispering going on all over the Island, rumour upon rumour building until people were convinced the mutant was 10 feet tall, with laser beams shooting out his eyes. He didn't care what the mutant had done; he just cared that one mutant had taken down so many guards. Definitely someone to keep an eye on, and pray he didn't face him in the tournaments too soon.

Mind you, if it came down to a choice between him and Dietre facing the new one, he'd rather it was him. Dietre wouldn't last ten minutes. This thought making his already black mood even fouler, Carr gulped at his coffee, leaning on the open doorframe of Dietre's cell.