Nero: "Anyone who's able to take the cigarette from [Grant] his mouth gets to walk out of this prison today! Consider it a golden ticket to freedom."
Grant took a fighting pose.
The prisoners conversed among themselves.
"I dunno man, I have like four months left till parole."
"Yeah, I have two months left. I haven't gotten into any trouble so far. I just wanna see my wife and son."
"I've seen enough movies to know that this situation is gonna get me killed."
"I don't wanna get hurt, let me just get cozy in my cell."
"You see those eyes? They're red"
"They kinda look like their glowing."
"Yeah, I don't wanna fuck with that."
"What about you guys?"
"Sixteen years."
"Eighteen years."
"Forty two years."
"Twenty five years."
"So nothing to lose?"
"Yup. Nothing to lose.
"We might get our limbs broken."
"True, but might as well, just for the hell of it."
"Its probably gonna be the most exciting thing until I get out."
One of my readers once asked why Luna is so nice when he's "Le epic edgy super soldier" Well obviously its because they don't want to make a Homelander.
"Zero... rotate Zero. yes... YES! The two of us must reach maximum velocity. Faster, Zero, FASTER!" Nero said in the darkness as his pet squirrel, Zero, rotated to the whims of his red aura.
Isabelle opened the lights, and the Zero fell to the table, dizzy and unable to move straight.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Nothing... I was doing nothing..."
"But I saw you spinning--"
"Who are you to accuse me?!"
"Accuse you of what?!"
"Go away!"
Grant: What's stopping you from just restricting someone from moving before shooting them?
Felix: It's difficult to control raw power.
Anastasia: They can keep moving.
Isabelle: It feels... icky doing so.
Nero: Plot-induced stupidity.
Maria: Nothing, I do it all the time.
Isabelle: im back, i got the stuff.
She said, carrying two crates of beer
Anastasia/Grant: Isabelle, what's that?
Isabelle: two crates of beer?
Grant: Isabelle, we told you to get enough beers for the whole night.
Isabelle: Then... what's the appropriate amount then?
Grant: 6
Anastasia: 10
Isabelle: You're alcoholics.
Grant: That's offensive
Anastasia: I know what I am.
Grant went over and put his arm over Isabelle's shoulder.
Grant: Isabelle... There's six of us. Two six packs means we only get two beers each. That's not enough for the night, understand? Nero, how many beers can you down?
Nero: Probably 8 or 10 before I start getting shitfaced.
Grant: Anya? Nvm I shouldn't even ask. How about you Felix?
Felix: I don't drink. My sister called it the "devil's juice", forces the truth out of people. She said I should never drink it. Ironically, she said it while she was black out drunk.
Grant: I see, well let's just say you and Marie could probably handle 3 or 4 beers. Now, Isabelle. We need at least 4 more crates. Now fetch us some more.