Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know Stiffened wounds test their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain that they surely know... - For Whom The Bell Tolls, Metallica
Standing in line, waiting to go into the dining hall, Sarah Lyell still burned with anger and hate over what prison authorities had done to Samantha Archer...carving her up like a Christmas turkey, she thought angrily, and for what reason? They don't care for us, they don't care that we bleed red like them....well, after today, they will care. They will damn well care after we're through with them.... That last thought had bounced through her head as she began talking to other inmates, organizing under the cover so to speak, a prison action that would, if things went as planned, would possibly shake America down to its' core.
There were three elements to it: first, rioters would overpower guards as they were escorting them from the cellblocks to the prison's dining area, using both their own handmade weapons and the guards' own weapons to take certain areas of the prison - among them, the metalshop, the food services area, the rec yards and the command center where the main cellblocks intersected, a place the inmates called "Times Square". Capture that location and you could then shut off all the anti-mutant power jamming equipment throughout the prison.
Second, the inmates, once in control of the prison, would barricade the prison as best as they could, using everything they could find to make it as hard as possible for outside authorities to retake the prison. As that was happening, the inmates leaders, of which Sarah was one of, would open negotiations with authorities and the outside press, presenting their demands to the world and to President Denver and the United States government.
"But what if that doesn't work?" one of the inmate leaders had asked; Sarah's reply was cold, emotionless and without mercy or pity..."then we kill every human that we capture. They have to know we're serious here; if you're squeamish about it, step off now." Nobody did; they all understood the stakes involved.
And so Sarah Lyell stood in line, as her and the other inmates waited for the guard to open the gate; glancing back at another inmate Sarah knew, she nodded; slipping her hand inside her belt, Sarah pulled out a long-bladed shank and, with two other inmates right next to her, rushed the guard, overpowering him and taking both his weapons, radio and keys from him. When the other inmates saw what they'd done, they too rushed the guard, beating him until he was unconscious. "Come on," Sarah said quietly, knowing that any delay could be fatal to their plans.
Within seconds, they - now joined by more inmates who'd heard the commotion - had begun overpowering guards throughout the cellblocks; five minutes later, a bunch of them had broken into Times Square and shut down the mutant power-jamming systems but not before one guard, in a desperate act, hit the alarm klaxons, which turned on klaxons throughout the prison...it also caused the prison's iconic train whistle to blow several times, a sign to the nearby residents of Blue Ridge, Tennessee that something bad was happening inside the nearby federal prison.
It wouldn't've mattered, though, to Sarah and the other inmates as they continued seizing locations inside Blue Ridge; even if they didn't succeed in their specific demands, they had just fired the first shots in what could possibly end up being the very thing people on both sides dreaded: a war between humans and mutants....
Last Edit: Sept 29, 2018 0:03:33 GMT by Sarah Lyell
“Redemption is something you have to fight for in a very personal, down-dirty way. Some of us lose that, some stray from that, and some regain it.” ― Joss Whedon
Abigail was working on her escape from he own point of view. She had no ideas of the riot that was going on today. Nor did it stop her plans. The guard who she had always been so chummy chummy with had kept up his end of the bargin. He left several key doors unlocked in the route to their escape. Abigaile was just having to worry about how to get ther power jammers off when suddenly they clicked off all on their own. Thanks to the efforts of some rioters She was all but home free. She had to get Carrie before she could get the hell out of here. She hadn't seen her all morning.
It was enough to make her want to rub the bridge of her nose in frustation. She knew the plan. Carrie knew that today was the day they were planning on busting out o this rock. Why she was making her play where's fucking waldo now of all times was beyond her...But she couldn't wait forever. If it took her too long to find her Abigail was going to have to leave her behind. She felt the delicious lick of flames at her wrist. Her skin natually just breathed hot fumes and heave waves that could be seen dancing like an invisible layer over the world. It danced and distorted everything around her as her whole body now had those invisible heatwaves dancing around her. She smiled. "Oh, it's good to be bad." She said and set part of the prison on fire. Flames licked up the walls and that was just one more thing to keep the guards busy while she looked for Carrie.
"Where the fuck are you baby?" She asked herself as she began running through the prison halls. Abigail didn't want to leave without her pet. Not really. She would. She would leave her behind and sleep like a baby tonight, but what fun was that? She wanted to have her lapdoggy on the outside. She just went through the trouble of breaking her that would have been a shame if that was all for nothing. Abigail ran to Carrie and her cell and found it empty. She made it to the mess hall and saw nothing beyond the chaos of the rioting cellmates. She couldn't find her no matter where she looked and it was beginning to piss her off. She had the powre to fly. She could fly right over the fences .
Pointing a hand towards the ceiling she spit flames that licked at the ceiling until chunks of plaster were melting off. She burned at over 3000 degress and kept going. She burned a nice Abigial sized hole in the roof. She looked around one last time. Her eyes landed on Sarah Lyell who was staring right at her. She gave her a playful wink, but honstly she had no idea who she was. Just another inmate among the populace. "Where the fuck are you sweets?" She asked again. With a sigh she began to slowly rise from the floor and up towards the newly formed escape hole. Abigail was getting the fuck out of here.
Working in the prison metalshop, Carrie wasn't aware of the coming riot but she knew damn well tensions were running high, especially after word got out that the prison's medical staff had dissected several mutants, cutting them open and gutting them for medical experimentation. The thought alone made her shiver but as the commotions outside grew louder, Carrie and the other inmates sprung into action, picking up every piece of metal they could find; in seconds, the one guard and one outside metalworking volunteer were down on the floor, subdued with shanks at their throats. As the doors flew open, Carrie rushed outside into the hall and looked around; chaos abounded as inmates assaulted and overpowered guards, opening up whole sections of the prison.
Seeing her opportunity, Carrie rushed down the corridor, looking frantically for Abigail and hoping Abby hadn't flown the coop yet. Their plan was simple: use the chaos of the coming prison riot to escape. Carrie didn't care about the riot itself; she just wanted to stay with Abigail but they first had to get out of the prison....so Carrie began searching every place she could for Abigail, every empty place without Abigail filling Carrie's heart with dread. She didn't want to get stuck inside in the midst of a riot, she wanted out.
Then, she heard the sounds of what she first thought was a welding torch but then it dawned on her, that ain't no welding torch, that's Abigail! Rushing down to see, she caught sight of one of the riot leaders; nodding at her, Carrie wished her luck and got to where she believed Abigail was at, arriving just as Abigail began lifting off.. "Where the fuck are you sweets?" She asked again. With a sigh she began to slowly rise from the floor and up towards the newly formed escape hole. Abigail was getting the fuck out of here.
"Abigail, wait!" Carrie yelled, hoping Abigail was listening..and hoping she didn't burned in the process, either by Abigail or once they got outside...
Post by Abigail Black on Jul 11, 2018 23:19:56 GMT
Abigail rose slowly. She was a mere inches off the ground when she heard Carrie calling out to her. A smile pushed its way across her face and her eyes flashed with a wild spark of fire. Like a twinkle in her eye, only made of flames. She nodded and reached a hand out to Carrie. Pulling her up with surprising strength Abigail wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close. They were chest to chest. Her eyes met Carrie's.
"You thought I was leaving without you sweets?" She grinned. The flames that licked at her skin were gone, on the hand that wrapped around her. Instead her other hand was pointed towards the floor. Flames jetted out from her palm and her finger tips. With enough force to propell them through the hole. Fire kissed the ground around her feet as she push upwards through the hole. The two of them shot out through the hole. Touching the sky there was a refreshing wind that pushed her hair around her face. Freedom. They had freedom.
"Where you want to go sweets? Anywhere you want." Abigail didn't honestly even know what state this was. They were still wearing prison jumpsuits. They would be hunted. Wanted. They couldn't expect help from any civilians they ran into on the outside. Abigail had friends who could help her, but they were all on the east coast. It wasn't exactly like GADEM told the prisoners where they were being transported, but they had freedom now. Abigail took a deep breath and breathed her first free air in a long time. "I'm fucking starving. Let's say we find a place to lay low and figure out how we're going to get something to eat. Baby steps."
Post by Carrie Schwab on Jul 12, 2018 18:08:58 GMT
Abigail rose slowly. She was a mere inches off the ground when she heard Carrie calling out to her. A smile pushed its way across her face and her eyes flashed with a wild spark of fire. Like a twinkle in her eye, only made of flames. She nodded and reached a hand out to Carrie. Pulling her up with surprising strength Abigail wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close. They were chest to chest. Her eyes met Carrie's. "You thought I was leaving without you sweets?"
"Well, as much as I'd want to stay and help the rioters, I'd much prefer to get the hell outta' this place," Carrie replied, holding on tightly to Abigail, their eyes locked onto the others', their bodies tight to the other. Looking at her eyes, Carrie held on tight as Abigail blasted holes through the cellblock with her flames, soon rocketing the two of them through and safely away from the prison, which was falling into abject chaos as rioters took more and more locations inside.
Feeling the winds buffeting her face, Carrie smiled as she looked down below, the land falling away from them; they were safe, they were free...well, as free as two escaped cons can be under the circumstances, she mused as Carrie spoke up... "Where you want to go sweets? Anywhere you want."
"Anywhere's fine," Carrie replied, tightening her grip on Abigail, "as long as its' with you, sweets," as they began flying over the land, the rolling hills and ridge valleys of Eastern Tennessee below them. Like Abigail, Carrie knew they'd be hunted as escaped prisoners as she took in deep breaths of free air alongside Abigail... Abigail took a deep breath and breathed her first free air in a long time. "I'm fucking starving. Let's say we find a place to lay low and figure out how we're going to get something to eat. Baby steps."
"Baby steps indeed," Carrie whispered, her mind starting to think of what they would need to do once they were back on the ground; for now, though, she just simply wanted to take in the free air and go from there...
Post by Abigail Black on Jul 12, 2018 20:05:57 GMT
It wasn't long before they were touching down far away from that hellhole and the bastards in it. Abigail could live her whole life and not see any familiar faces from that place and be just fine with it. Well, with one exception. They landed by a school. School was just letting out and kids were running to the school bus and to their parents cars. Luckily they landed on the back end of the school. Away from the view of the street. "Come on girly lets get out of sight. Quick fast and in a hurry." She said slipping inside the back door of the highschool.
The halls were empty and quiet. The place was mostly a ghost town after 3. Kids didn't want to be within eyesight of the fucking place the second they could get away from it. There were a few teachers still hanging around. Some naughty kids that had detention, but for the most part the place was vacant. Moving down the hallways quietly Abigail didn't really have a plan in mind. She thought maybe the school cafeteria might have something worth eating. Even school lunch was better than GADEM Food.
Abigail walked with a strideful purposful strut. She didn't take on the mannerisms of someone who was recently escaped from prison. She strutted the halls like she owned them and quietly and quickly slipped into the gym upon reading the sign. She headed straight for the girls locker room and busted out some locks until she found some clothes to change into. She was on the shorter side and it didn't matter that the close belonged to a senior in high school. They fit. She even found some in Carrie's size. Abigail had on a pair of skinny jeans and a red zip up hoody over a black shirt. She pulled the hood up over her head and it framed her face nicely. "We're just a couple of little shits staying after school for detention." She joked. "Let's go raid the cafeteria." She was starving and honestly they could pass as a couple of seniors. They were youngish enough looking that no one would really give it a second thought.
Moving her way over to the doors she heard another door opening. "Come on!" She whispered as she pulled Carrie out into the hall. They rushed along a row of lockers and dipped into the cafeteria which was completely empty of staff and students. She hopped over the low counter to the back where the fridges and storage were. "Can you cook any?" She asked looking through some cabinets. She found stuff to make pizza, lasanga, some little pudding cups and cookies and cakes and all sorts of shit she that had her mouth watering. "I say we crash here for the night. We can pig the fuck out and figure out our plan in the morning." She said dipping her finger into a pudding cup and licking the result. Hoisting herself up onto the counter she looked at Carrie. "You never told me what your power is....Must've been decent to get you locked up with me. So how's about it? What can you do... Impress me. Either that or whip me up a 5 course meal. I don't care either or."
Post by Carrie Schwab on Sept 10, 2018 15:15:05 GMT
After several minutes of flight, which filled Carrie with exhilaration as they were finally out of that hellhole of a prison, both her and Abigail touched down within walking distance of a high school by the looks of it; walking quickly towards the back side of it - and keeping within close step of Abigail lest they get separated - they made their way inside, moving with purpose and speed... The halls were empty and quiet. The place was mostly a ghost town after 3. Kids didn't want to be within eyesight of the fucking place the second they could get away from it. There were a few teachers still hanging around. Some naughty kids that had detention, but for the most part the place was vacant. Moving down the hallways quietly Abigail didn't really have a plan in mind. She thought maybe the school cafeteria might have something worth eating. Even school lunch was better than GADEM Food.
Eventually both of them made it into what looked like a large cafeteria, looking a lot different than they had when they entered - both having taken the opportunity to raid several lockers for clothes on the way to the cafeteria... "We're just a couple of little shits staying after school for detention." She joked. "Let's go raid the cafeteria." She was starving and honestly they could pass as a couple of seniors. They were youngish enough looking that no one would really give it a second thought.
"Wouldn't be the first time, girlfriend," Carrie replied, chuckling at the thought of both of them having to spend time in detention back in the day...of course, she grimly mused, we'd been doing that for years the hard way, as they ducked back inside the cafeteria and began looking around the cabinets and storage areas for food; hearing Abigail ask if she could cook, Carrie quipped, "Does ramen soup count?" It wasn't too far from the truth; yeah, she could cook pretty decently but four years inside had dulled her abilities in that regard. "I say we crash here for the night. We can pig the fuck out and figure out our plan in the morning." She said dipping her finger into a pudding cup and licking the result. Hoisting herself up onto the counter she looked at Carrie. "You never told me what your power is....Must've been decent to get you locked up with me. So how's about it? What can you do... Impress me. Either that or whip me up a 5 course meal. I don't care either or."
"Lycanthropy," Carrie said, without any hesitation. "The ability to turn into a werewolf, or, if necessary, to go all the way and turn into a wolf," pausing as she hopped up onto the counter alongside Abigail; it felt kind of odd sharing her power with Abigail but since Abby had shared her powers before - quite beautifully, Carrie thought, thinking back to their time together inside - but it didn't bother her; she liked to talk about it. "Discovered my power when my family went on vacation years ago to the plains of Wyoming where I had my first lycan experience, roaming the plains for a couple days as a wolf - right down to the fangs and everything - and let me tell you, It. Felt. Good.
"Most times, though, I simply turn into a werewolf," pausing as she hopped off the counter, doffed her clothes so as not to ruin them, and then, over the course of a few minutes, transformed herself from a human being into a lycantropic werewolf, complete with lots of fur, fangs visible from her mouth and claws on both hands and feet. From a distance, you'd never know that the werewolf standing right next to Abigail was a human being; for several minutes, Carrie stood there, fangs bared and claws out, letting Abigail see her as she was.
After a few more minutes, Carrie took a couple steps back and slowly began to transform back into human form, the reverse transformation just as dramatic as the transformation itself; eventually, everything was back where it should be and Carrie nonchalantly slipped her clothes back on, whistling a little tune as she did. "And now you know my power, Abby," she said, feeling a bit tired - most times, she did her transformation thing around the time of a full moon; other times when she transformed and back, it tired her out a bit - but otherwise none the worse for wear. Hopping back onto the counter, Carrie smiled and looked over at Abigail and said, "Gues we're both fixing that 5-course meal, huh?" a sly, wry grin across her lips as she spoke...
Meanwhile, back at the prison..."We did it, Sarah, we did it!" one of the inmates shouted; looking around, Sarah Lyell smiled brightly and looked around. Standing in the center of the recreation yard of what was the United States Penitentiary - Blue Ridge, Sarah could see that the entire facility - save for the small male mutant inmate section; those prisoners they had released to the outside world - was now under their control. Over a thousand inmates running the asylum, Sarah thought as she walked around the yard, examining everything with the same practiced eye she'd had back on the outside, back when Sarah Lyell controlled a virtual empire, practically anything she wanted - product or person - at her disposal. "How many humans did we take prisoner?" she asked one of her fellow inmates.
"Two hundred thirty seven small minds," she replied, adding, "some - including that goddamn wanna-be Nazi butcher of a prison doctor - managed to escape but we got most of them," pointing to a large circle of inmates, inside of which were the humans who had formerly run the prison. All of them were sitting with forlorn looks on their faces as if they were still trying to imagine how this had gone down. Looking over, Sarah did not feel one shred of pity whatsoever towards these humans; to her, they were simply meat...nothing more, nothing less. "What do we do with them?" another asked.
Raising her hand, Sarah thought about the question. Yes, the prison was now theirs but now they had to both prepare and release their manifesto (based in part on the one released during the 1971 Attica Prison riot) and prepare the prison for what they knew would be the eventual attempt (or attempts) by the United States Government to retake Blue Ridge...Sarah knew both of those things; she also knew that, regardless of what happened here, things would forever change for all of them. We've crossed a Rubicon, Sarah thought, question is, will we survive the result?
“Redemption is something you have to fight for in a very personal, down-dirty way. Some of us lose that, some stray from that, and some regain it.” ― Joss Whedon
Sitting in one of the makeshift bunkers out in the main recreation yard, Sarah kept making notes, scratching out various bits and adding various bits to the declaration and demands that the prisoners at USP Blue Ridge had worked on for months and months prior to the riot and while Sarah wasn't exactly an old hat within the Blue Ridge Committee, as the riot leaders were known as, she was, to put it simply, the most telephotogenic of them...which meant when the cameras began to roll , it would be Sarah Lyell who would deliver their manifesto and list of demands.
"Time, Sarah," one of the other inmate leaders called out; putting her pen back in a front pocket, she took a few moments to make herself look presentable - can't have America and the world see dishevelment, now can we? she thought - and walked quickly over to the cameras, where their messages would be delivered to the media, mutant rights leaders and the government...whether they cared to hear or not, didn't bother her; they'd hear them soon enough.Declaration to the American People, as Delivered by the prisoners of USP Blue Ridge (Delivered by Ms. Sarah Lyell) To the people of the United States, mutant and human: first of all we want it known that in the past we have had numerous treacherous experiences with the Bureau of Prisons and with its' sister organization, known as G.A.D.E.M. They have promised us many things but have given us nothing but brutality, prisoner beatings and other evil acts that we will lay out for all the world to know; we do not, however, intend to accept this situation again.
We are mutants. We are not slaves or beasts and we will not be treated as such. The entire prison populace here, each and every one of us, have set forth to change forever the ruthless brutalization and disregard for the lives of the mutant prisoners here and throughout the United States. What has happened here, America, is but the sound before the fury of those who are oppressed. We will not compromise on any terms except those terms that are agreeable to us.
We therefore call upon all the conscientious citizens of America, human and mutant, to assist us in putting an end to this situation that threatens the lives of not only us, but of each and every one of you, as well. We have set forth demands that will bring us closer to the reality of the demise of these mutant prison institutions that serve no useful purpose to the people of America, but to those who would enslave and exploit the mutant population of America.
Our demands are as follows... (1) We want complete amnesty from the United States Government, meaning freedom from all and any physical, mental and legal reprisals. (2) We want immediate and safe transportation from the United States out of confinement to a third-party country without a mutant extradition treaty involving the United States. (3) We demand the immediate and full dissolution of the anti-mutant organization known as G.A.D.E.M., with its' leaders and senior officials brought to trial for crimes against mutant kind. (4) We ask for a public statement from both President Denver, his Attorney General and the Director of the Bureau of Prisons agreeing to these first three demands. (5) Finally, we urgently demand immediate negotiations through the following individuals and groups... --Sarah D. Sharpe, Attorney at Law - 1625 E. Jefferson Ave., Detroit, Michigan, Prison Rights Director for the National Lawyers Guild --NY Representative Hakeem Jeffries and California Reps. Theodore Lieu and E. Michael Swalwell --the Appalachian Prisoner Solidarity Committee --Rev. Rakim Ellis of the Oasis Church of Watts, Los Angeles --Lisa Trammel of the Divide --Kate McCready of United Press International --Richard Bryant of the Washington Post --the Lawyers Committee for Civil Rights Under Law --United States Senator Laura MacArthur of Tennessee
We guarantee the safe passage of all individuals and groups mentioned to and from this institution. We invite all Americans to come here and witness this degradation so that they can better know how to bring this degradation to an end. This is what we want.
“Redemption is something you have to fight for in a very personal, down-dirty way. Some of us lose that, some stray from that, and some regain it.” ― Joss Whedon
Post by Kate McCready on Sept 29, 2018 2:24:29 GMT
--Where do we go nobody knows? I've gotta say I'm on my way down God give me style and give me grace God put a smile upon my face... - Coldplay, God Put A Smile On Your Face
3 days after the riot....
Watching as the stretch Gulfstream V aircraft - property of the United States Marshals Service, Kate mused - began to make its final approach outside of Knoxville, she thought about the past few days and kept wondering why she'd been asked to come to United States Penitentiary Blue Ridge, now in the third day of an unprecedented hostage and riot situation. She thought back to three days before, when her and Lanie had first heard about it over the news; despite their combined misgivings about Kate traveling to East Tennessee, Kate assuaged her lover's fears by reminding her, "Hey, Lanie, I survived being in the midst of a viral pandemic in West Africa for several months; I can survive traveling to and from a prison that's been taken over by mutant inmates...and I will return to you, a'ight?"
Motioning for a tablet from one of the other passengers, an aide to CA Congressman Lieu, Kate quickly scrolled through the information on both USP Blue Ridge and the ongoing situation. The prison, she saw, was, for a Bureau of Prisons facility, very decrepit and had been set to close at the end of 2018, its' mostly-all female prisoners to be moved to various other BOP facilities specifically designed for housing mutants. According to news reports, the riot had begun following the death of a mutant named Samantha Archer, the details of which were gruesome in their callous specificity and cold-heartedness. Scrolling through the information provided by the BOP, Kate froze when she saw that not only had there been a riot and now hostage situation, over 150 inmates (some female, most of them the prison's small male inmate population) had escaped in the midst of the inmate riot. That was something Kate was hoping they'd avoid to and from the prison. Handing the tablet back to the congressional aide, she asked, "Where are we staying at in-between trips to the prison?"
"There's a Hilton in downtown Knoxville they're setting up as a command post for all of us to stay at," he replied as the Gulfstream's tires touched down on the concrete runway, making muted screeching sounds underneath them. "They're also setting up a forward command post in Petros, last time I checked," he added, turning away in his seat so that Kate could sit and think about everything that was to come. As the aircraft came to a stop, she could hear one of the marshals' onboard calling out to them, "If you'll head over here and down the steps, we'll get everyone into the vans for the ride north into Knowville."
Sighing as she got up, Kate gathered her carry-on and photog's bag and slung them over her shoulder; making her way towards the exit, she could almost smell the tension in the air and they were still on the runway at McGhee-Tyson Airport....if the tension's this bad here, God only knows what its' like up at the prison, she thought as her feet hit the tarmac. Taking a moment to take in a deep breath or two, she walked over with everyone else to the waiting vans and climbed aboard one for the trip into Knoxville...well, here we go, she thought, as she took her seat and waited for the van to depart the runway, surprisingly unsure of what lay ahead for all of them.....
Someone must've read my June cri 'de coeur on mutant rights, Lisa thought as she sat in one of the hallways at the Knoxville Hilton, notepad in hand and pen at the ready, cooling her heels as people went to and fro around her...I just never thought anyone would act on it, much less take over a prison over it! It wasn't an idle thought; ever since her editorial in the Divide back in June, Lisa Trammel had become somewhat famous, appearing on numerous TV and radio talk shows, discussing issues pertaining to the mutant community, particularly in regards to the recent mutant registration and classification act that President Denver had signed to much fanfare last month. As a mutant herself, she knew the main points of the bill and had already her intent to refuse to register, in effect making her an outlaw and criminal in all-but-name but she didn't care; the way she looked at it, every mutant in America needed to rise up and take a stand and if people like her didn't, who would?
Feeling her stomach growling a little, Lisa got up and walked down the hallway to a hotel eatery and grabbed a ham croissant, handing the cashier three dollars and telling her to keep the change. Walking over to where a few other members of the press who'd been mentioned by the Blue Ridge prison inmate committee where sitting at. "Afternoon," she said, grabbing a seat and taking a few bites of her croissant. They exchanged small talk between themselves when one asked, "So, when will we be heading up there?" referring to the prison.
"I don't know," Lisa replied, taking another bite of croissant. "Word is they want to control the flow of info--"
"Wouldn't surprise me," another chimed in. "This could be worse than Attica back in 1971," to which Lisa retorted, "Yeah, but the difference between Attica and Blue Ridge was that you didn't have mutants at Attica...at least," pausing as the first tendrils of electricity could be felt tinging her skin, invisible to everyone, "that's what they say." After a few more minutes of listening to the others' backhanded comments, she shook her head and got up from the table, figuring that if she didn't get up right then, she was liable to fry someone with a bolt or two of electricity. Finishing her croissant, she tossed the empty wrapper in a trash receptacle and stepped outside, looking around and thinking as she glanced up skyward, Why are people so damn bigoted towards us mutants...why, oh why are they so?
