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Amanda Young | 01 | [Audio]

[Where the hell was this supposed to be? She didn't leave the factory, not since she brought that useless doctor woman to Joh---....John. Where was John?!

Grabbing what she thought was her phone, she hit the Speaker button, and then another button resulting in a loud beep across the network. Pausing as she didn't hear a ringing or a dial tone, she decided to just go with it and spoke into the phone.]

John...?

I don't know where I am, I swear, I didn't leave the factory...do you have any idea what's happened?

[Somehow, she was staying calm...but that wouldn't last much longer.]

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[She was out for herself and only herself...it didn't matter if someone was wounded and needed help. Saguru would learn very quickly that unless she cared about them, they were as good as dead. And sometimes, not even that would save them.

She could honestly say though, the was more than sure John hadn't brought her here or HAD her brought here in his stead. This was far from his style...too many ways to get out and no clear set of rules.

She almost laughed when he told her they needed to work together. She may have bought that crap at one time, but since being put in jail by the people that were supposed to keep her safe, she only trusted John. Mark was tolerable, but she wouldn't trust him to lead a dog to food. And considering she knew nothing about this man, he wouldn't be getting anything from her.]

Everyone's my enemy...I don't need anyone.

[And yet the first thing she'd done was call for someone else, and come close to a panic-attack with a lack of contact - there was SOMEONE she was relying on, which made that less "truth" and more paranoia - defensive lashing out rather than true aggression.]

[He gave a light shrug.] It's your choice; there's not any "law" here beyond consequences of one's own actions, the ability of others to defend themselves, and people's alliances.

However, I have no reason to treat you as an enemy as things stand - it'd be pointless, needless, and rather stupid, to get people aiming at me for no reason.

[Pacing, she lowered her gun slightly. She was in turmoil and it showed...she wasn't one that trusted others easily, but if what he said was true. And that was a big if. She needed to know more about this place and it's rules...she wouldn't let herself die so easily, not when she finally had something worth living for.]

What are the rules? If you know so much about this place, then tell me how to play this fucking game.

[She was far from calm, but as long as Saguru kept his distance, she may not completely lose it.]

[Turmoil was almost expected, and depending on her larger mental state, something that might be a bit harder to combat than one conversation; the gun lowering a little was a step in the right direction. She'd have no problems with him coming closer; in fact he was quite carefully staying relatively still and stationary, since the last thing he wanted to do was give her more reason to feel threatened. It was a bit curious; she'd given no indication of giving thought to allegiances or larger organizations, which might've been an issue with organized crime, yet to be this survivalistically defensive from a world that couldn't be far off from his had to say something about her lifestyle.]

From what I know? Things change week to week; sometimes it's small things, sometimes it's major, like this week. This hotel is one that I've seen before; if the pattern's the same, it'll be peaceful for a few days at least, and then things will go to Hell and there will be large predators in the area, with this building no longer safe. The one who's responsible for the place doesn't show themselves; I've been working on figuring out what I can about them, but it's not exactly something that's going to make a lot of sense at the moment. There's what looks like -

[He wrinkles his nose; there's no good way to sound sane on this one...] broadcasts to the network from a rabbit - usually with some bits of warnings or other information, occasionally. [At least with that, it'd leave the idea that the Bunny was some kind of special effect or video trick.]

The people here are from a wide variety of places and backgrounds. Some of them are basically normal and nonthreatening, some of them are potentially dangerous; there's not anyone I can think of at the moment that goes looking for trouble, but it's better to be cautious.

I can't say there's a "victory condition" either that I've been able to determine - People do occasionally disappear; judging by how some of them end up brought back here, there's evidence they are returned to their original place. No-one's found a way out otherwise to my knowledge.

[It was almost an overload for her. All this talk of rabbits and kidnapping was simply ridiculous and insane...not to mention things changing week to week...it all sounded like someone just trying to get her to drop her guard.

She had to be strong...she had to find John, God knows that no one else would. She didn't trust his ex as far as she could through her and Mark was just undependable unless he gained from it. She was the only one that gave a shot about him, the man that had saved them all at one time or another.]

Anything I want to know, you'll answer. Okay?

[If John was here, and she was sure he was, he'd need someone who knew the dangers of this place and protect him.

Moving towards Saguru, she tightened her grip on the gun. She'd make him talk if she had to.]

...Who are the dangerous ones.

[Well, there went more of a threat; it was an almost bored expression that met the gun, less intimidated and more "oh, this again."]

Half the Manor, in one respect or another, depending on what you're capable of and if they feel they have a reason - and depending on your definitions, anyone could be capable of being dangerous, even in a less restricted setting, given the right circumstances. [Put enough pressure on a "normal, quiet, harmless" person the right ways, after all...]

Of those that're here now, none of them would be a threat without some active provocation, and we only have two somewhat volatile tempers that I know of - the more tetchy of which would be a blonde named Mello, although that's half some kind of ego complex; the other, Gokudera, is mostly bark and posturing unless he or one of the people he's connected to is threatened. Mello tends to keep to himself, and you'd have to be looking for a fight to get a violent reaction from Gokudera.

[All of it was true - he was sure Alexstrazsa could be dangerous if someone gave her a reason, but she was more likely to mother someone to death, and Mukuro hated tipping his hand to what he was capable of without DAMN good reason. They'd HAD some more volatile personalities, but he hadn't seen their nameplates in a while.]

The environment is likely to be your worst threat.

[Moving forward, she ran her eyes over him for a moment. He didn't look dangerous, but then...Matthews looked like a cupcake until he wanted something.]

And yourself?

Should I eliminate you now or...will you stay out of my way?

[She had to admit...she knew nothing about where she was. If she could use him for that at least, he'd be somewhat useful. Still, she wanted to meet the others he mentioned. They couldn't be worse than Mark and if they were...well, she could take care of it to where she didn't have to deal with them again.]

[It wasn't a huge posture change, or any sudden or threatening movement, but he did just shift carriage to drop some of the effort to act like a Normal Human Being; he'd been raised and trained Predator, and was much more comfortable with that kind of carriage, as much as it was something most normal people found unnerving.]

[However, to his best guess? This was someone used to dealing with predators, and if she was acting on paranoia, then playing a few more cards face up would be a gamble, but one that'd at least be a moment of more direct honesty.]

I'm mostly interested in surviving and making enough sense of this place to do something about it. I have a few friends here, and as long as you're not harming me or them, I have no interest in a pointless fight. As far as the people that are "dangerous if provoked", I'm one of the least dangerous, but I'm not going to roll over and die for anyone.

Don't threaten me or the people close to me, and I'll stay out of your way.

[Raising a brow at his sudden shift, it was easy for her to read his posture. It wasn't far from how she held herself when she was relaxed...if anything, it was slightly comforting. She knew where he stood now and didn't have to worry about being caught off guard.

Having some semblance of respect for him, she took a half step back as she observed him. He was a confusing creature, but...perhaps they weren't so different. Nodding at his arrangement, she put the gun into the back of her pants. If what he said was true, she'd need to save her bullets anyway; all she had was the clip in it and one in her pocket...and close distance threats would have to be dealt with using her knife, there was no telling when her ammo would be needed.]

Fine.

The same goes for me as well...don't threaten me or anyone close to me. If you do, nothing can save you.

[Never mind the fact she wasn't friends with anyone here, nor had any plans to become friends. The only person she was truly close to was John and she'd gladly die for him.

Stepping back, she picked up her jacket, not looking away from Saguru.]

So we understand one another then. Consider yourself lucky you've proved yourself useful.

[Comparing this to her earlier behavior, he had a good guess it was predatory posturing; she wasn't the dominant one wherever she'd been, but she knew better than to act otherwise. He did move the hand that'd been in his pocket to idly run fingers through his hair; if she noticed to guess, fine, if not, well, he could hold onto the fact that he'd been armed the whole time easier.]

That's about all that I expect of most; self-interest. I wasn't speaking idealistically earlier; it was pragmatism - I expect this place to turn dangerous very soon, and infighting tends to drop survival rates.

[She was far from dominant, but it would be better to not make those observations in front of her. AS far as she was concerned, the only person more dominant than herself was John...and all of his underlings seemed to vie for his attention. Something that she was given freely...and now, wasn't getting.]

Survival...If that's true, then I expect most individuals here will soon meet a grisly fate~.

[And not all by her hands.

Smirking slightly as she saw his action, she slipped her jacket on and backed up towards the door. Even if she weren't armed, she knew better than to give a stranger such an easy shot.]

[Well, now. That said some interesting things about her psychology that had him going over some of her behavior in new light; modern stable society, used to dealing in predatory terms, not attached to any organization or coherent group, likely distrustful of authority, paranoid of everyone except apparently this "John" individual to whom she was basically subservient, comfortable with violent responses to problems, nihilistic outlook and a distaste for the rest of the human race.]

[It was a very familiar basic outline from his usual work, and one that left him very much calmly in his slight predatory smile, and put her up on his watch list.]

Well, if there's nothing else you want to ask about, I should probably go prepare for dealing with the wildlife; I imagine there's quite a bit you'd have to see to adjust to here.

[Like the talking rabbit.]

[She'd noticed his wrists...up until now though, there were more important things to be concerned with. It wasn't like she was unmarred herself...but his marks...they looked all too familiar to the ones she'd inflicted on more than one person.

Smirking slightly, she moved out of the way of the door.]

I think that would be best...

Just be careful that you don't piss off the wrong people. I'm sorry to say that I don't think I could do much for you if you end up in that situation again. [A pause.] The restraints, I mean~.

[She was very far from sorry, but it was more a jab that she could see and put together more than he probably gave her credit for. One thing that could be said about her, she was observant and she was smart. A potentially lethal combination given the right circumstances.]

[Oh, now THAT was fascinating, and just got more of the pointy smirk. Not a lot of people noticed his scars, especially not when nothing had really happened to draw too much attention to his wrists.]

I'm quite used to getting out of things on my own - had to learn young. [Yes, those scars WERE as old as they looked.] I'd offer you the same advice - people here are prone to unexpected surprises.

[And yes, he is doing a short sketch of a bow on his way to the door.]

[Interesting...she'd have to keep an eye on this one. He could either prove to be useful or a liability, but only time would tell which.]

Like I said...I don't need anyone.

[Shutting the door behind him, she proceeded to sit in the corner and think about what just happened.]

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