Who: Ribbon [narrative] When: March 23rd Evening [backdated] Where: Red Block What: Ribbon is moved to Red Block as part of her punishment.
Ribbon lived with Shy for the moment because she did not wish to be separated from him. Unfortunately, she wasn't going to get to stay there forever. Fischer's decision came down like a hammer. Once she was ready, she was being moved to Red Block until she proved he could truly trust her once again. Her movement privileges were severely curtailed, meaning she had to submit to being herded about by handlers again.
How many years had it been since he had required her to have handlers, she wasn't quite sure, but however long it had been, the idea did not please her at all. Having to constantly listening to the loud sounds of them living already ranked on her nerves and her punishment hadn't even started yet. As if that indignity was not enough, he would allow her to fight, but not to kill anything until he was once more certain of her.
The face she made at the pronouncement would have been considered priceless because it was an actual facial expression as opposed to a quirking of her almost non-existent eyebrows at his words. However, she had chosen not to argue the point. Knowing Fischer was already on edge and likely to heap other conditions onto her if she gave him attitude, she wisely kept her hands still and up her sleeves. Her choice not to fight was probably why he didn't make sure she was escorted during the daytime as opposed to at night when she was comfortable. Granted, there were fewer members of the population randomly moving around at night. For several very good reasons.
He put a new collar around her neck, and the click of it shutting actually calmed her further. Ribbon had worn a collar nearly her entire life. She could remember a time before it, but it had become such a fixture for her the feeling of it not being there was almost terrifying in a way. It meant she was cut off from her home. It meant home, safety, acceptance, care to her.
Not exactly what any normal person might think about having a heavy metal collar around their neck, but Ribbon was far from normal when it came right down to it.
Red Block was red for a reason, it was the color of blood. Those who were given residence there were killers. They were meant to be those who had shown killer spirit, but were not quite so dangerous or lucrative as Black block required. Yet even here, she could feel the way hearts started to race in her presence. Ribbon was like a Queen come down to the level of her subjects, the premiere killer of the Island forced down from her apex. Though each and every one of the mutants on this block would love to coat their cell with her blood, not one made an overt move to attack her.
Cowards. She bobbed her head in their direction, looking like some grotesque bird and then allowed her new handlers to lead her to her new cell. Fischer commanded she behave and keep her movements to a minimum. She was not allowed into the Amusement park under any circumstances. The arenas only if she was with him or under guard. The common areas, under guard only.
No more running around loose for the little spider. The night newly begun made her chafe at these restrictions. She wanted to howl at the moon as it were. She needed to. Ribbon wanted to claim her territory again. The Island was her territory, in her mind undisputedly. Whoever else may think differently, they were welcome to challenge her for it. Even if she couldn't kill them under the terms of her arrangement with Father, she could still come damn close. No one said anything about them possibly dying of their wounds later.