The Unforgiven

[Dr. Strange]

(lol Dave. Metallica's one of my favorite bands. I'm listening to Unforgiven now. Ironic?)

[Arke]

((lol, same here 0.o))

"I'm... Dave..." He felt sufficiently awkward with her arms around him, but it wasn't too bad. She was grateful, that was all. Meanwhile, a pair of medical officers rushed down the hall, opening one of the holding cells to perform CPR on the Unforgiven inside.

[Dr. Strange]

She realized she still had her arms around him and, frowning, let go to sit back down. She laid her head on the table and berated herself loudly for being stupid.

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

The air was coming back now and she awoke, sitting straight up and pushing the medics away. "Get your hands off of me!" She yells at them. She tries to set her flames again but is unsuccessful. She scowls and growls at the medics to get them away from her and out of her cell.

[Arke]

One of the medics prods her with an electric baton, used mostly for cattle. "She's fine. Let's go."

The Trooper meanwhile reaches over and puts a hand on the young girls head. "Hey, it's alright. Why don't you just eat something? You'll feel better on a full stomach!" He opened her sprite and took a sip of his own drink.

[Dr. Strange]

Sam moved her head up a little, purring under her breath at his touch. "Stupid?" She asked, lifting more to pick the Sprite up, shaking all of a sudden.

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

She groans in pain from the electric shock. "That's right. Go." She grumbled and moved to sit against a wall.

[Arke]

The medics close the doors as they leave the cell, locking her in.

"No, not stupid at all. Look, why don't we get you cleaned up? I'm sure we could find you a cot somewhere nice and warm, too." He smiles warmly.

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

She starts to feel her strength building up again and starts to slowly cover herself with flames, starting on her arms. She needed to feel the warmth of her fire. She just glares at the medics as they leave. They might have saved her life but she still didn't like them.

[Dr. Strange]

She looked around and shivered. "Ok. You'll stay with me, right?" Her eyes were watering with unshed tears as she remembered something her mother told her before she disappeared. "No one will stay around long enough to remember you when you're gone...." She whispered, blinking back a few tears.

[Arke]

The Trooper nods, handing her a cardkey. "This will unlock the room all the way at the end of that hall over there. You go on, make yourself comfortable, and I'll be along in a few minutes." He stands and walks to the cell he had locked the Unforgiven in. "I trust you're not feeling quite so insubordinate now."

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Soon her whole body is covered with flames and she sits enjoying the heat. When the Trooper shows up at her cell, she looks up at him and glares, shutting off her flames. "You would think that." She says, unstraightening her legs and bringing her knees closer to her chest and resting her arms on her knees.

[Arke]

"Well I doubt you can do much harm in there." He smiles, more a vindictive look than anything else. "Comfortable? I hope so. You'll be spending the night in there, longer if I wake up in a bad mood. It should be obvious where the latrine is, and the bed is wherever you feel like laying down." He stepped up to the glass, his muzzle almost touching it. "People tend to like the corners."

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

"Oh, I'm quite comfortable, thanks for caring." She gives him a fake gracious smile. "Corners aren't my place." She says defiantly and looks to the center of the cell where she was planning on sleeping.

[Arke]

The Trooper smirks, putting a paw on the glass. "Need some help dozing?" He made her just drowsy enough to get his point across. Sure, he could not put her under again, not so soon, but she didn't know that. For all she knew, he could have been holding back, although quite the opposite was true. Self-restraint was not his strength when he was irritated.