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[Tino Väinämöinen]

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

Tino decided from the moment he stepped into the Underground that he did not like it. It was dark, cramped, and there was a pungent scent lingering in the air underneath a mask of scented cleaning products. He was first taken to the main office and introduced to the ‘Boss’, the head honcho who oversaw everything around these parts. Red-faced, fat, and he looked like he could maybe jog a mile before collapsing. This was the guy running the show? What a joke. He wouldn’t last 10 seconds in a real fight. He was plump and pampered, probably shoving any spare budget money into his own pockets. Tino could see the half eaten sweets on his desk and the coffee stains on various important-looking papers. Untidy. Gluttonous. Tino smiled and shook hands with him regardless. His hands were sweaty and cold. Potential hypertension, nervousness, or stress (but perhaps that was because his health was frankly not ideal)? This ‘boss’ was disgusting. Tino smiled and supressed the urge to wipe his palm on his pants.

He was quickly passed on to two ‘veteran’ guards, who adopted the name ‘карлик’ for Tino (Tino spoke Russian well and knew the endearing term meant dwarf and it pissed him off to no end). They showed him the lunchroom, the arena (which was currently not in use), the cleaning and supply closets (from which they grabbed a scrub brush, a rag, and bucket filled it with water and soap), and the staff bathrooms. Tino of course knew all of this already; he was supplied a blueprint of the facility and detailed files on every mutant on record in case of a security breach. Regardless, he made himself look interested and attentive to every word that spewed out of their mouths. He blushed at shrewd comments, smiled at others, and was generally polite and gentle. They mocked him for it, insisting he had to wean that out if he wanted to survive down here. Tino smirked internally. If anyone knew how to survive, it was he and not these bozos.

They walked him a procedure about mutants, explained what they were (as if anyone in the world didn’t know), before they took Tino down the containment chamber. It was a massive hall with cells lining each side. It honestly reminded Tino of a dog pound, and the creatures inside weren’t much different. Some were aloof and didn’t make any notice of them. Others were aggressive and bared their teeth at him, and some huddled away in the shadows, attempting to stay out of sight. Tino snapped his head forward. It occurred to him then and there that making friends in a place like this would be no simple task. After all, everything here was painted with desperation, hatred, and distrust.

“И вот здесь вы начнете” // And here is where you will start.

“А?” // Eh?

“Вы будете очистки клетки сегодня. Начните с ячейки 115, 122, 146 и 148. Мыть полы, раковины и туалеты, то лишить постельные принадлежности и взять его в прачечную. Тогда вы будете двигаться к следующей строке, но мы приедем, чтобы проверить вас в течение часа. Удачи карлик!”// You'll be cleaning cages today. Scrub the floors, sinks, and toilets, then strip the bedding and take it to the laundry room. Start with cell 115, 122, 146, and 148. Then you'll move to the next row, but we'll come to check on you in an hour. Have fun, dwarf!

The soapy bucket and accessories were pushing into Tino’s hands. He stumbled, nearly tripping and falling flat on his backside, which earned laughter from his overseeing coworkers (those fuckers) as they unlocked the empty cells that he was supposed to scrub.

They walked off, leaving comments hanging in the air about how spotless they expected the cells to be, Tino glanced into the cell that he was supposed to clean and wrinkled his nose. It smelled worse in here and didn’t appear to have been cleaned in quite some time. It reminded him of his decrepit cabin, only darker and dingier. And he just spent the last three days scrubbing his stupid home. Sighing, Tino dragged in the bucket and dipped the brush into the soapy waters. He left the crack and cocaine dealers and drug wars for this? Janitorial work?

Sighing again, Tino sank to his knees and began to work away at the layer of grim that coated the floors. He was at it for a few seconds when he felt the hairs on his neck rise. Tino’s natural intuition was usually what saved his ass in tense situation, but he needed to suppress it here. He knew he was being watched. He could feel it as he scrubbed rhythmically, but he didn’t want to appear more than an average Joe of a guard. He had to play his cards perfectly, and that meant gazing about only when it seemed natural. After a few more seconds of scrubbing, he sat back up, dunking the brush in the soap. The water was already turning dark. As he rinsed it, he glanced up to meet the eyes of the hawk who was watching him. A small, shy smile bloomed on his face as he lifted his hand, giving the other a small wave.

“Hello!”

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

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Tags: that Finn

Notes: he's bitchy, antsy and spiteful in this one

Days after the last auction, oh yes the auction. Show and tell and hope the highest bidder is nice, hope you even have bids if you wanted to see daylight. He remembered it clearly standing on the stage and starring everyone down and looking proud as he felt eyes checking him all over.but knowing he’d just been brought back not even a month ago that was no keeper. He hadn’t wanted to go anyways, not so soon after coming back and finding real friends once more.

The end result though, the numbers down here were cut by a third. That was quite a bit of missing faces and some cells were empty for that reason. The one across from him for example, the mess and the stain he could see probably meant they were dragged out. He almost pitied the fool who did that. Thankfully he wasn’t alone thanks to it all, the cat was gone but he deserved it. To earn that ticket to the outside. He’d really needed it and even a blind man could see how much they’d really suffered under the pungent cheap soap smell and the baby powder to hide the nastiest bruises. The Scot on the other hand, well the cell to themselves and quite a few around them empty and they finally had a bit of privacy, a tiny rare luxury that the hell hole allowed thanks to the auctions.

He was lounging for once feeling clean though the cell was a whole different story. The empty cells had to be taken care of first the last thing the Underground wanted was a spread of sickness from what every fumes could now escape, such a waste of funding that can be prevented. He heard the higher officials that walked through that one blue moon. Inspecting the place determining if something absolutely needed repairs and how much extra funding this place might get. His cell, smelled like months had seeped into the concrete box it’s self, sooner or later though it’d be taken care of, orders of the inspector and to keep a slight humane reputation going for the press and the public that would never see the halls.

While lounging he heard foot steps, mocked chuckling and mocking. Obvious mocking though it was Russian. With 7 years and counting the Dane had learned to understand it at least, so he could tell and not be fooled when the bastards attempted to use a language barrier as another way to show superiority. Speaking it how ever was a whole new world that would take a lot more time. Taking a peak out he expected a new or returned mutant dragged around like they did with himself and everyone else locked away. Parading that poor soul as if to show that there was no other life for them but the life in here. Though the uniform of the unrecognized face said different, why would they mock and parade another guard? Curious he crouched by the bars and watched this new show, the rustling further along the halls meant that Mathias wasn’t the only one wanting to enjoy this show, a human treated like the rest of us ridiculed as less. The crowd stopped by that empty cell across from him and though muffled he could hear and tell they got the bastard to clean. Oh this would be fun to watch, the poor guy’s pride being scrubbed into that bucket they’d placed down. They probably expected a high and mighty task, cleaning was for janitors and servants obviously not the ones controlling the caged beasts.

He watched smirking as this show began, until..... until friendly eyes were on him and a wave. So it was known that they were being used as a little bit of entertainment. The greeting as well, spoken... keeping his own cool he stood up and leaned more into the bars as much as would be comfortable.

“Hello to you over there,” He started, before chucking “I don’t think you want to know what all the stains are”

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[Tino Väinämöinen]

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

When Tino glanced up, he met the piercing blue eyes of a mutant. Such a distinct and sharp colour, looking at him as if he were a meal on a platter. He recognized the man almost immediately from his file (Tino was not a fool; he had gone through every mutants file over the past 3 days). Tino had a bad habit of profiling people before meeting them to scope out their abilities, background, and what could be used to combat them, and Mathias Østegård was no exception.

Østegård, Mathias. Age 25. Mutation: Bone manipulation. Able to protrude bones from his body and manipulate the weight and/or density of them to increase speed or increase endurance. Rapid healer. Best at short distance ranges. Combat: Long distance approach. Pistol fire, mace, and/or taser probes. Hazard rating: Extremely dangerous.

The expression this one wore screamed arrogance. His smirk was smug, and he seemed to be amused by Tino, or perhaps the actions that perspired moments before. This sort of thing probably didn’t happen often then, as Tino glanced around. The little show that the guards pulled apparently attracted the attention of not just Mathias, but many others. Greaaaaat. Tino didn’t particularly want many eyes on him, but the choice was not his. He had a job to do, and it involved making the room as clean as he could make it. They would lose interest soon enough.

However, one seemed locked on the Fin.

Mathias’s eyes never left Tino, and it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t unnerving. However, Tino had been in far worse situations, ones where he was at gunpoint and not squatting around caged mutants. He was perfectly safe and this situation was easy enough to handle. He blinked twice at the male when he moved, shifting his crouch to instead lean against the bars. What? Was that supposed to intimidate him? Tino noted that the blond was quite tall.

“Hello to you over there. I don’t think you want to know what all the stains are.” The laughter only seemed to reinforce his attempt to alarm the guard.

Tino blinked, eyes shooting down to the floor under him before he scrunched his nose. He could only guess what ended up on these floors; he had not been except from the rumours. It could be blood, dirt, pus, or other bodily excretions that he did not care to think about. He allowed his face to pull into a grimace before he flicked his violet eyes back up to the mutant.

“I guess… ignorance would probably be best at this point?” An awkward smile played its way back onto Tino’s face, replacing the previous look of shock that appeared in response to the initial teasing comment. Tino didn’t really care what was on the floor. He’d shower after, and that would be the end of it. He honestly didn’t mind the cleaning either. In fact, it was good. Gruelling work, but it would leave him alone with mutants what witnessed bullying from the guards. Whether they spoke to Tino to continue the mockery, out of pity or even out of confusion, he was still being spoken to, and this was a step forward.

“I mean… I’m sure I don’t want to know…” The brush was pulled from the bucket, slopping on the ground as Tino began to scrub, leaning his body into the action. This floor was far worse than his house; it would take hours to clean a single cell, nevertheless four. He could barely see any progress, but Tino was stubborn. The last thing he could afford was to be fired from a mere hazing session.

“Is your cell this dirty too? This looks like it hasn't been cleaned in ages...” Tino said after a moment of scrubbing, glancing around to inspect the cells that flanked this one. Honestly, they didn’t fare any better. Would Tino have to clean them all? He let out a silent groan at the thought.

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

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Tags: That Finn

Notes:he's having way too much fun with this

He’d stood there, watching. Face nearly plastered against the bars to attempt a closer look the posture he held on to with the smug smirk to hide that in away he was checking him out. The other was obviously a lot smaller dainty even compared to the rest of the scenery. Eyeing him and in away showing that none should dare disrespect him. Studying of this one was one of those sadistic ones or not. Strict or easy to gain things from. For now watching the poor guard scrub away told nothing except how low on the chain he was placed. Hell part of him wondered that maybe the only thing lower was to live in the cages themselves. Of course that would be a whole different story indeed, a human trapped in their life of course it was only a bit of day dreaming.

Silently his posture was saying that this was home, this scum covered place was everything, the only thing that no one took away. A half truth obviously you were taken out when purchases but you weren’t placed permanently anywhere but here. The whole act one couldn’t tell what he was trying to do there but either way it was done. In the end though, the taunting and light greeting was merely trying for conversation.

“I’m sure it would but, I’m sure even a blind man could take a good guess” He chuckled watching the disgusted face of the new guard. “smells like home doesn’t it ‘sir’” The mocked entitlement, a bit obvious that the uniform and the badge meant nothing really to him, not alone anyways, it’s take a little more than a plastic stick and a tray of food to show that he was suppose to be boss around here. “well not your home of course but mine, sure does”

He continued to watch, the rough scrubbing he wondered something about the water with in it “Did they even put soap in that for you? Water’s only gonna spread it all around or rub it in deeper, hell I don’t know if soap would help much either” He began, the newest question causing him to merely glance at the floor of his own cell “they don’t clean unless the cells are empty, and it’s not empty very often, hell the few down the hall got an early break when the pipes burst but that was it.” A simple sigh, and it was the truth. “Though now that you mentioned it I guess we’ll be moved around, to keep it press worthy of course.” The teasing tone to the last part was simply a silent bit of truth, how the image was simply to keep the public happy.
Of course one always remembered that the cells held the unruly and worthy of anything but the cheap and prison like. Or at least thats what was wanted to be believed.

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[Tino Väinämöinen]

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

Tino elected to temporarily ignore the mutant and his relentless staring (Tino’s skin was still prickling with apprehension). Instead he put his thoughts toward the floor and how the hell he was supposed to get through this grim. Switching to the rag, he wiped away the soapy grey loam that was conceiling the tile. He prayed, oh he prayed, that he made some sort of dent. And to his avail, he did! All the scrubbing had a small effect in lifting the black and red stains, but stains were stains and they were still prominent. Tino sighed, switching back to the scrub brush to attack the floor once more, moving slightly to the left so he started to tackle more than a single spot.



Mathias’s voice broke through Tino’s thoughts as he cast a glance at him, then back to the floor. He scrunched his face up again, as if he were imagining where it was coming from. Tino knew damn well and sadly it didn’t really bother him as much as he led on. So the floor had a little blood and such? Who cares? It wasn’t like it couldn’t be scrubbed off, and the blood was spilled long ago. Mathias was making more out of it than necessary. He was probably enjoying the feeling of ‘freaking out the new guy’.



Tino laughed when Mathias commented on the stench. It was ripe, that was for sure, and it wasn’t something Tino was completely used to, nor was he sure he’d ever grow accustomed to it. As an added bonus, he could hear the snarky ‘sir’ that was supposed to be some form of respect. This Mathias character annoyed Tino to no end, but he turned and feigned a sheepish smile as he continued to clean.



“My home isn’t much more pleasant at the moment actually, haha. Full of mice and droppings, but I’m slowly cleaning it out. And please, don’t call me sir. It’s too formal. My name is Tino,” he said, smiling over his shoulder before he diverted his attention back to the floor. There was some mild improvement… not bad. But it would still take hours to polish out this dingy containment unit.



“I thought they put soap in, but they gave me some cleaning products… whatever this is,” Tino said, picking up a random bottle and squinting at the label. He spoke Russian almost perfectly, but his ability to read it was very limited. “It can’t hurt, right?” he said before tipping the bottle over and spilling the whitish liquid on the floor. It reminded him of a bathroom cleaner. Perhaps he was supposed to use it for the sink and toiler. Ah well, he’d be conservative on that end.



When Mathias resumed his speech about the cleanliness of the place, he froze and cast Mathias a wide-eyed look that almost screamed sadness. “You mean… it’s always like this down here? Doesn’t anyone care? Isn’t there a janitor or something…?”

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

tags: Tino and Mat, words: 495, notes: Feign really upset look right about.... now!
Coded by: PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style

[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 663

Tags: Tino and Mathias <3

With the closing of the latest auction the life of the underground made a switch back to their usual ways of living. Physical punishment was once more allowed to be administered if not encouraged as punishment for the mutants, no longer did guards have to worry they would damage the merchandise. Bruises during auction would lower the cost the mutants and also revile some truth to the life of the underground. The government seemed to have set rules but once the auction was complete the guards were advised to do as they pleased.

There always seemed to be one mutant they all looked forward to putting into the place at the end of each auction. An aggressive redhead always seemed to use the auction as his time to state his rule of the guards. Humans were always insulted and attacked as the auction drew near adding countless complaints to the mutant’s already thick file. Guards had no control over him during the rest of the month but Hamish knew they punished him to convince themselves they could control him but in the end he never broke. Battle after battle in the arena he proved capable of anything he wished making guards grow weary. None knew if he only toyed with them when launching his attacks or if he lacked the capability to kill humans. Most tried to convince themselves that the shadows couldn’t kill but none wanted to put this to the test.

Angry marks red marks were hidden beneath his shirt but the blood running from a few of the marks stained the fabric that stuck to his sweat covered skin. The single guard put in charge of returning Hamish to his cell gripped arms tight letting their nail bite into the pale flesh on his wrists. Whenever they believed to have the upper hand a smirk always seemed present on their face. Even now as they walked to his cell he could feel the guard admiring their handy work with the grin plastered on the man’s face.
The walk wasn’t as short as it ought to have been, as the guard seemed to take pleasure forcing him to a stop at random. When he tugged trying to urge them forward another strike to his back would be delivered earning an annoyed hiss from the mutant. With each extra blow his patience was beginning to fade and his temper beginning to surface to reclaim his place.

At last they made it to his cell where the Dane seemed focused on the small man cleaning the floor. Hamish watched at the guard’s eye moved to watch the small male scrub away the filth staining the once white floors. From the amount of pleasure Hamish knew the new guard was being treated as the mutants were. To the other guards his small size must have made him appear to be some new toy they could break when the mutants stopped being a fun.
His mind was snapped from these thoughts as he felt the hands release him and the door to his cell being opened. It was time for him to return home. Turning he looked to the guard before leaning back and colliding his foot to their jaw. A loud crack earned a satisfied smirk before Hamish moved into the cell letting the door small behind him.

Not casting a single glance to the small blonde he busied himself with the remove of his shirt. “They're making ye wash that mess? Normally takes twa or three fowk tae wash a single cell.” The lights for his cell hadn’t been turning on allow him to use his powers for the time being. Shadows rose from the floor taking the soiled shirt and dropping it into the bucket of water before returning it to the ginger’s hand. Not bothered to look at Mathias or the Finnish man Hamish began to clean the floor of his own cell trying to rid it of the awful stench.

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Tags: Tino and now a Ham

Notes: idek, but hey you get to see his bitchy side

The spiteful teasing left a grin on his own face. Watching the new guard tremble and quake at the slightest word but some how he new that it was just a farce. A show, this job the uniform gave, no one squeamish chooses it, the mess on the floors were the least of the problems. The arena would be in full swing soon. The adrenaline and the blood and the sweat, thats when the real test of strength happened, mentally too for everyone. How one could handle that showed true light. He simply kept his wild smirk, watching and chuckling at the faces that were given, so the scrubbing was working, slightly, oh so slightly. “wouldn’t be surprised if you lifted some green and fuzzy too, not all that mess just seeps into the ground, some of it’s great fertilizer” The taunting was way too much fun, he could tell, like all of them, all of those dogs he was hitting a tipping point and he loved how a simple act like this did so much with so little effort and they couldn’t do anything about being that no rules were being broken, a little taunting was what they did daily anyways. The Dane wad just some how repaying it subtly.

“Oh, mice and droppings how lovely” The tone to that was indeed sarcastic in the worst way possible. Like the little accessories in the home were nothing but, not even a comparison. “That just means you get to see the sun, and the moon in that cozy little hut.” The slight nod to that, Tino, a name. He couldn’t quite see the name tag on him at this end but the verbal introduction. “ I mean they don’t just call this the Undergound for nothing, it might as well be true to it’s name, Tino” His eyes locked on the other screamed a silent dominance, a quiet tone of pride and of course the not so silent idea that this guard would have to work a lot harder than play nice if he wanted to seem on top and controlling. In other words, he was silently knocking him down a few levels on that personal ladder, why should this human get more just cause he has the keys? That much was certain by the other guards, it wasn’t and for that, that ladder would have to work for both sides of the cage. “Call me Mathias then.”

Just as he finished is own antsy introduction out of the corner of his eyes the flash of red head spelled something new, Mathias didn’t remember when the other was removed here, for obedience training but he was definitely back. How that one guard dragged him around was almost sickening and the stains. Sure the Scot was a rascal of the worst sort but this, not in his books. Too bad he knew that nothing could be done, not right now anyways behind the bars. Just he was itching though and that itch, he simply shoved it back into his mind and the smirk widened watching that kick to the face. Looks like revenge was served sweetly at least a little bit.

His eyes were now half off the half sized cleaner and more on Ham. This new show and he was slopping up the floor with his bloody shirt. He let out a laugh also from hearing Tino’s question ‘do they have a janitor or something?’ He lightly put his foot on the now slightly grey rag of a shirt while speaking up once again “A janitor? yeah his name is Tino and he just started today, or better yet he was just joined by a Ham” This for once was full of a childish tease, the fun joking not at all truly serious, though the early nature of his was still there. He proceeded to remove his own shirt stepping over to soak it in the sink, with out a second word he placed it on one of the bleeding spots “Hey, I congratulate you for being helpful with the housework, but that can wait a little...yes?” The dominance was back though washed over with more of a childlike manor, the manor that most witnessed.

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[Tino Väinämöinen]

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

Tino decided that he didn’t really like Mathias after the bothering continued, but what could the Fin expect? He wouldn’t be welcomed with open arms just because he had an innocent face and a gentle smile. These things take time; there would be no instant friendships or trust connections for at least a few weeks, if not months. Tino elected to ignore the last comment about the grim. He could imagine that mold would grow here, but it honestly was quite cold and not all that damp. Anything was possible though, and Tino simply didn’t care all that much. Was Mathias trying to gross him out with this sort of talk? It wasn’t working and he kept his head down.

Then Mathias decided to add a snarky comment on Tino’s living arrangements. Just because mice lived there did not mean it was all sunny warm and sweet, but Tino knew it was a massive step up from the conditions down here. He glanced up sympathetically. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean it like that. I was just trying to make the conversation ligh-… never mind.” Tino’s eyes only rose when Mathias said his name, almost spitting it like sparks from a hearth. They locked gazes and Tino felt his stomach clench, partially because he was internally annoyed, but superficially frozen. There was a beast behind those blue eyes, prowling and baring its teeth in silent anger, as if he knew that Tino was feigning innocence this entire time. Tino knew that act would eventually slip. It usually started out this way, with complete distrust and suspicion, but Tino would eventually disprove that with continued acts of selflessness. What pissed Tino off was the challenge behind those eyes, the way they attempted to intimidate Tino. Tino was a dangerous opponent to corner, and anyone who fought him understood the risks. Tino fidgeted under the gaze, but his hands were itching to click on his electrical suit and challenge the blond head on. After all, it took two to tango. Right ‘Mathias’?

The sound of footsteps caused Tino to break eye instantly and instead focus right back on scrubbing, merely pushing the grey water around now. He needed a hose or something, but at least the white cleaner from before was making the task easier. Ancient layers of dirt peeled up and off the concrete with each powerful stroke. Tino scrunched his brow, his knees already aching from the concrete floor.

He glanced up once as the guard passed with a mutant, one that he instantly recognized.

Stuart, Hamish. Age 27. Mutation: Ability to manipulate shadows in any and all arms. Flexible. Effective fighter at all distances. Combat: Bright lights or pure darkness. Further effort needed to develop tactical plan in case of outbreak. Note: Long captive mutant. Known for violent outbreaks. Seldom bought, difficult to contain. Hazard rating: Highly dangerous, approach with extreme caution.

Despite the facts flashing through Tino’s head, he had to try not to gape at the Hamish’s injuries. Those lacerations were from a whipping. Had the redhead been tortured? Punished? Tino knew not of what went on in the Underground; none of it was well documented, and apparently for good reason. He snapped his gaze away, fixing violet eyes back to the soapy muck before him. He brushed rhythmically to his thoughts. The Underground was supposed to be a place of life that the mutants were supposed to enjoy. True, Tino had heard rumours that the Underground was rougher than the government claimed, but not like this. Why was a mutant being returned in such rough shape? Tino clenched his jaw. He mustn’t jump to conclusions on either side. Perhaps the mutant had lashed out and attacked, like he had previously in his record. As fair and likely as that argument seemed, it did not justify the pleasurable gaze on the guard’s face.

Perhaps Tino had things to report that were not due to the act of the Freedom Fighters, but from the core itself. Had mutants not been treated like this, living in soiled cells with injuries like that, where the air was putrid and they all appears malnourished, perhaps the Freedom Fighters would dissolve. As far as Tino was told, the mutants were treated with respect. Yeah sure, that was so clearly evident at this point. No wonder there were rumours floating around about staging a coup to escape.

Tino didn’t want to try to draw the attention of the guard, so he kept his head down and worked until he heard a loud crack the echoed down the concrete halls. His head snapped up, just in time to see the mutant’s foot arc back down and the door close. The guard crumpled to the ground and Tino leaped to his feet and dashed over immediately.

“Ты в порядке?!” // Are you okay?! he quickly sputtered out, idly wondering if that mutant had enough manpower to concuss, or ever kill. Tino wasn’t sure where Hamish had struck the superior guard, but it appeared to have dazed him. He wasn’t dead, thank god. The Fin helped the guy stagger to his feet before there was suddenly a hand at his chest and he fell, no, was shoved backwards hard enough that it caught him completely off balance. He tripped this time, tumbling backwards over the 20 gallon bucket, knocking it over and spilling the grimy water and soap out in a flurry that succeeded in soaking the entire cell floor and himself. Tino coughed, drenched in god knows what, spitting water from his mouth before gazing up at the shadow that loomed over him.

“Мало дерьмо!”// Little shit! His face was red, probably with a combination of anger and embarrassment. Tino wasn’t entirely sure how to react. Things usually didn’t reach a conflict like this until later, when they caught Tino doing something he wasn’t actually supposed to. So far, he had been following the rules. He was doing what was told of him. The only thing ‘out of line’ he did was speak with a mutant, but there was no way they could tell that. He had been alone. And that wasn’t the only problem. He was soaked now; the circuits in his suit were offline, but now he risked electrocution if he attempted to activate them. Tino’s main fighting and defense weapon was his suit and use of a stun-system. Now it could not be used. He was left vulnerable. He only had hand to hand contact, which Tino was excellent at, but it wasn’t often effective against mutants, especially the two nearby. Shit. Tino’s look of fear was spelled on his face as the guard spat more angry words at him.

“Что вы думаете, что вы делаете?! Не трогайте меня, карлик! Протрите эту дурацкую взгляд от вашего лица, прежде чем я сделать это за вас и скраб эту ячейку, как вы сказали,. Не признать их либо.” // What do you think you're doing?! Don’t touch me, dwarf! Wipe that stupid look off your face before I do it for you and scrub this cell like you were told. Don’t acknowledge them either. He spat the word ‘их’ with such distain that Tino could feel the hatred of their kind in his voice. The man glared harshly at him before twisting sharply and leaving without another word. The thunder of his boots echoed down the hall.

Tino slowly sat up, leaving his awkward sprawl in the water as his eyes glanced up towards the pair. He held the eye contact for only a moment before dropping violet irises, wiping watery dirt trails from his face with the back of his hand as he reached for the brush and resumed scrubbing the now flooded floor. He was now soaked, chilled, and he had 4 more cells to clean out, not to mention no running water at his house to clean up with. Just peachy. He also needed some time to think. He never expected this job to be easy, but now not only would he have to battle to gain trust from the mutants, but the guards as well. How hard would it be to bend the rules behind their backs? To get time alone in the cells like this? Or perhaps… it wouldn’t be difficult at all. Perhaps they’d always assign him chores like this as his job instead of patrolling arrogantly like they did. Tino pinched his mouth into a hard line before he finally heard voices in the air.

“A janitor? Yeah his name is Tino and he just started today, or better yet he was just joined by a Ham”

Tino’s lips pulled into a smile, but it was clearly forced and no laugh followed it (he also noted the slight change in tone from the Dane; it was less malicious). It would really suck balls if he had to put up with this manual labour shit on a day-to-day basis. He really should have denied the move and insisted to remain in Moscow.

“They're making ye wash that mess? Normally takes twa or three fowk tae wash a single cell.”

Tino glanced up, pausing for a few seconds as if to contemplate action, before crawling to the edge of the cell so he could see both ways. He had to be really careful now, because he had been warned. No one was present, so he began scrubbing where he was, not making eye contact.

“Yeah. It’s alright though… I mean… someone has to do it right?”

“Hey, I congratulate you for being helpful with the housework, but that can wait a little...yes?”

Tino flicked his eyes up, allowing them to rest on the back of the injured mutant as Mathias dabbed at the broken skin. Lacerations like that hurt like a bitch, and they were almost guaranteed to get infected in this place. While Hamish was by no means a valuable mutant (he brought in little revenue for the program), he was still a mutant. Did no guard care if he died? Tino really did have some liabilities to report to the governor when he met with him next. The conditions in the Underground were accelerating the likelihood of a rebellion.

He hesitated for a moment, before daring to ask a question. “Are… Aren’t those going to get infected like that?”

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 1095

Tags: Dreamy and Cute little guard

The rough way guards handled mutants was normal and it didn’t appear if the humans on the outside were aware of how rough mutants were often treated. At time the shadow user believed that all humans thought mutants deserved such handling from humans who claimed to be better. If there were humans out there that thought mutants were their equal Hamish had yet to find one. From the many years in The Weeds of Tomorrow he learned that humans believed all of them be pets that could be trained for any purpose and be used in anyway seemed fit. It was rare to find a human that didn’t believe they had the ability to shape mutants into anything with a little bit of training. It always appeared to Hamish that humans forgot that free will was not something only humans were granted; mutants had a mind of their own.

Punishment delivered this time was not due to misbehavior that day only for actions during the auction. It was the guards’ way of putting Hamish back into his place and showing even if they couldn’t punish him at the moment he wouldn’t avoid punishment in the end. If humans knew what punishments their government permitted some might argue that their actions seemed closer to torture but wasn’t live in the underground a form of torture already? Humans already seemed to accept their current living even with the putrid scent always lingering through the air. What difference did it make if guards whipped them or use any other means of punishment? None in Hamish’s eyes. Mutants that wished to avoid being tortured behaved and those who refused to break rebelled uncaring of what might happen as a result. A few moments of pain was worth knowing the government still weren’t able to break the redhead. He believed he would always be the untamable mutant. Hamish wished to never allow the system to break him as it broke the mutants, who were adopted, never to be returned.

Noticing how Tino ran to the guard trying to take care of their possibly broken jaw. Humans always looked out for each other it seemed even if the guards seemed to treat the smaller male just as cruel as the mutants within the cells. Maybe he had been wrong, humans didn’t even have each other’s backs. They all turned against each other in the underground.

Even if the man was a human there was part of Hamish that felt pity for him seeing as he was shoved back into the filthy water. Even from a small amount of cleaning the water had already turned grey and was filled with months of filth build up from the mutants who had been held captive in the cell until the latest auction. The thought of how filth his own cell had become was enough to make his stomach churn. It was rare that Hamish was moved to a different cell due to his being specially made for him to make his powers worthless by flooding the cell with enough light that all shadows were erased. The cell often went longer than most without cleaning but he occasionally found himself being removed to clean some of the grime that had been caked onto every surface. It wasn’t hard for him to imagine how much filth was now in the water that soaked the new guard. Russian wasn’t a language the redhead understood but the words were said with such disgust and hatred he knew it was some insult either spit at him and Mathias or at the small soaked guard. No matter the words the exit of the injured guard was all Hamish cared for. Last thing he needed was them to decide the first whipping hadn’t been enough for him and order for another round.

Thinking of how filthy the cell had become Hamish couldn’t kill his urge to cleanse it in an attempt to fight off the sick feeling it gave him. Bottle green eyes were locked on the floor until a foot pressed on the already gray fabric putting a stop to his actions. Green eyes moved from the foot up to look at Mathias with confusion showing he didn’t understand why he had been stopped so suddenly. Surely the blonde had to feel the cell was sickly after being returned to the filth. The comment earned a weak smile and a roll of his eyes. Mathias seemed to be in his normal mood or so it appeared to Hamish with the teasing comments.
Stopping his cleaning and looking over to Tino a smirk came to his thin lips. “Ye'r ainlie daein' it fur they're bullying ye.” He knew the boy had to figure the guards were hazing him by now with how they seemed to lash at him as they often did toward mutants. That was unless there was something wrong with the new guard he hadn’t been aware of just from looking.

Sitting still Hamish gave a nod showing he’d wait to continue his word until Mathias did what he thought was needed. This seemed common for the two, as guards often didn’t come to care for his wounds if they weren’t believed to have any affect on his ability to fight within the arena. Some believed the sting would provide to be reason enough for the redhead to not act out again that day but that often wasn’t the case. Part of Hamish believed if he became unless in the arena his death would be ordered, a cause for celebration for the guards that often dealt with him.

The cold water felt nice against his bloodied back but the slight pressure earned a pained hiss. Hamish preferred to be dominant and control things but he knew better than to fight off the care are the moment. Mathias knew better at the moment and part of Hamish enjoyed being cared for as he allowed him to be closer to the blonde. Giving a sideways glance to the guard Hamish chuckled at the question. Was he seriously asking that? He had to be knew to this system because everyone else knew the guards didn’t care. “Tis maybee aye. Mathias is forordinar guid at helping me keep thaim wash though.” A smile came to his face wondering if he would be able to scare the male a bit and at the same time teach him the ways of the underground. “If a guard returns it sure as hell wilnae be tae hulp me mair than likely wull be tae punish me again.”

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Regardless of the reactions he knew that what ever he was saying had worked. How ever he did it he was getting to the new guard, though it was mean he did it to all of them in someway. He liked how easily sometimes he could actually subtly control them, the dumb ones which was most of them generally didn’t notice it till they were already doing him favors or writhing under their skins from his constant prodding. It was amusing and it felt good to know that in away he himself was boss and he was getting away with it. Sure when found out some of them got angry enough to drag him out for much deserved punishments, they seemed to ignore the usual rules of not touching on the days before an auction, knowing the Dane’s healing seemed to leave no scars no blemishes. In the end though it was the Dane laughing at the other end of the whip, he’d already reaped benefits of a pile load before ending up there and so, he never quit. This new guard though, this one would be tough to bend but bend he would eventually, bend to the will of savage beast they’d deemed him.

He laughed, a tone almost sneer when they, he’d attempted to apologize. He could almost smell how the human loathed how he’d called their shabby little home, cozy. Like they’d attempted to relate it to, well to this place, a place that made a prison look like a 5 star hotel. As if, this place was so disgusting even mice avoided it and of course, their place, their home probably had luxuries half the people in these cells would have forgotten about. “It must have windows, you must see the sun” He tried again, his tone softened slightly as if reminiscing in a memory that was well simply an old memory, one of better days. What was he doing now? making himself sound jealous of what ever thing they had. Though as usual it was simply just taunting, taunting and playing hoping for them to, well make a face. Make a face that wasn’t so, innocent. His eyes though and his expression never backed down, never failed to show a will and a pride that was top.

All the while he was simply continuing with what he was doing now, Ham was back and hurt. While almost ignoring the other guard, out of the corner of his eye watching them get pushed around by the now angry superior. Almost smirking at the sight but decided he hated the superior more at the moment and pitied Tino’s luck, eaves dropping he heard briefly how they’d loathed him for speaking to the ones in cages. That made made want to side with the new guard for a moment but they were already gone. He would try later to get both the Scot and the new Guard’s pride back, the bruised jaw would be easy to pick out so he pretended like he’d be a good soul and stay in the shadows some. For now of course he returned his focus on the other 2. whipping down as much as possible to at least some what clean the fresh wounds. He was happy the redhead was staying still, later when alone he’d tease him for sure, cleaning the floor with his shirt, like a good student, for now though, for now it wasn’t time for such jokes. He chuckled half heartedly again this time at Ham’s remarks, what ever he understood from it anyways.

To Tino though he pipped up again “this here, this is normal, this is our home. You guys, you put us here and you think everything’s alright in here because the news says otherwise, they’d do even less than they already are if it wasn’t going to cause an uproar. You wanna see the real ticket in here? Arena fights start up again soon, and not every fight in that ring is fair.”

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[Tino Väinämöinen]

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

“It must have windows, you must see the sun”

The tone… Tino flicked his eyes up as he allowed sympathy to seep into his mind. He had to remind himself that some of these mutants never actually did see the light of day. Mathias had been returned recently, but Tino knew that after days in the Underground, anyone would crave the sunlight (if they knew what it was). He did feel genuine sadness at the comment as he broke eye contact to stare at the ground, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he struggled to rope together a response. Eventually he just spoke, and for once was left with little to say.

“Yes… it does. It has… many.”

Not much more was said with the approach of Hamish and the other guard, and soon Tino found himself wet and frigid as he suppressed a shiver. He tried not to think of what he had gotten in his mouth and all over his body; it only grossed him out further, and he knew he’d get sick from the whole ordeal because he knew he’d be chickening out to the other guards if he requested clean, dry clothes. A few more vigorous scrubs resulted in fat grey suds. Tino couldn’t even see if he was making progress… and the drain was erasing his supply of water. That, and he smelled terrible.

“Ye'r ainlie daein' it fur they're bullying ye.”

Tino hesitated, before pausing and glancing up. “I guess, but it’s not like I’m doing something useless, right? This clearly needs to be done and if it’s some initiation thing, I don’t mind. I’m sure this is all to see if they can scare me or bother me or something. I can take a little teasing, don’t worry.” And that was no lie. Tino was normally tormented over his looks and small stature. It was nothing he couldn’t easily sweep under the rug. It was in fact one of his advantages; people often trusted him because of is meek appearance. The only thing that bothered him currently was the fact that he’d probably get ill from being wet in the cold ‘dungeons’ of the Underground (and Mathias’s jibes, but Tino could put those behind him).

The Fin tried to ignore the intimate care between the two mutants, but he found it hard, especially when he could hear the one audibly attempting to withstand the pain. And it was in that moment that he nearly slapped himself for feeling. What was he thinking? Why did he pity them so? There were many instances where Tino walked over the half conscious forms of helpless drug addicts, caught in a self-inflicted form of hell. He watched infection spread like fire through the veins of intravenous addicts and he knew grotesque forms of infection like the back of his hand. This? This was nothing and he did not need to feel such negative thoughts. So why did he feel remorse? He shouldn’t, so he focused on his brush and cleansed the emotion from his mind. The floor was looking better as well.

Tino wanted to comment on Hamish’s words, but he paused when Mathias interjected. His comment was long winded and full of intent to make Tino feel guilty. The Fin wouldn’t slide into that trap again so easily… or perhaps he would, but he had to remind himself to only get involved superficially. He did feel slight penitence. Yes, it was unfortunate that they were tossed in the cells like criminals, but it was a precaution. People were prone to savagery. They craved violence and war, and a race wasn’t something that could easily be changed. Mutants weren’t much different either. After all, if one grew fond of bloodshed, many lives could be lost in comparison to a regular, weak human being. It was not completely justified to lock away all of them (some of them had powers that were no threat), but Tino had felt and experienced the wrath of a rebel mutant. They had to be contained, and while this system wasn’t without its flaws, it worked. Tino was no hypocrite of his ideas though; he too was to blame for violence and hatred. He was a murderer, a cold blooded killer, and he accepted his blood stained hands with blank eyes. He did what he had to, and he’d continue that trend without feeling disappointment in himself. It was just the way it was, and in another life perhaps he’d be different. But those were meaningless thoughts for another time. He had emotionally disconnected himself and that was what he needed.

“We don’t… it’s… not like anyone knows it’s like this here... We should know what it’s really like down here, but we’ve been lied to. Do you… Do you actually think I enjoy seeing this? This truth? Seeing cells so plastered with putrefied dirt and filth, to then see people tossed into them whipped bloody with the only thoughts of consolation being that the whipping wasn’t worse!?” Tino’s tone was increasing with volume as anger flared in his chest. “Do you think that makes me happy, Mathias!? Because it doesn’t.” Violet eyes bore into Mathias’s straight on, into the beast that prowled behind blue hues. His words were honest; he was angered at the deteriorating status of the proclaimed ‘Underground.’ “I don’t even want to hear about the arena fights.” He said curtly, suddenly standing and storming off down the hall, carrying the empty bucket with him.

He knew where the bathroom was and locked himself in it before any guard saw him off his post. Fuck he was cold and his fingers were shaking. The taps were cranked to hot and Tino dunked his hands under, letting out a sigh before he cupped the water and brought it to his face. He needed to get the grime off his skin; it was disgusting and bothering him and his frustrations were only making it worse. He couldn’t shower though… plus there was his suit, which would need a proper cleaning sometime. Tino let out another sigh, reaching down to start filling the bucket with hot water. After tossing in a generous amount of soap, he noticed the first aid box taped to the wall behind the door. There was a pause as Tino contemplated theft.

‘I’m not doing it because I care, but because I want them to trust me,’ Tino mentally repeated over and over as he pulled the box from the wall and sifted through its contents. He found many things, but the most useful being a tube of Neosporin, which he took, and a thick roll of gauze. He hesitated with the second item though; if Hamish was undressed by a guard and seen with bandages, they’d suspect treason by an employee. Tino put the gauze back, but the ointment remained in his palm. He made a mental note to buy a replacement tube tonight and restock the kit before anyone noticed.

Realizing that his bucket was almost full, he clicked off the tap and pinched the Neosporin tube under his arm, pressing it against his body. Unlocking the door, Tino waddled awkwardly with the weight of the water, making his way down the hall. Thankfully, he met no other guards on the trek. Returning to the cell he was instructed to clean, he purposefully shifted his arm, which allowed the antibiotic medicine to fall and land with a small ‘thunk’ on the concrete floor. He pretended to not notice as he silently set the bucket down and returned to his scrubbing, washing the brush with the fresh water before tackling the floor once more. Progress was being made, and not just on the layers of dirt on the floor.

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

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[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 1341

Tags: Tino and Mat

Next time Hamish saw that guard he’d make them cry they were going to run into him one time or another. Most guards tried to force the ginger to receive punishment every time he lashed out but depending on his actions the other guards always seemed to think it wasn’t worth the fight again. Perhaps they would invite the new guard in to session and allow him to see what the guards did to mutants like him. Hamish didn’t care who hit him, the guards all were the same as far as he had learned and in the end he would make them suffer. This would only give him the chance to see what type of person this small blonde was instead of having to wait around to see the nice guy act peel away as the male became one with the guards. He wasn’t going to allow one of the guards to trick him into believing that they were different, they never were. Nine years of the underground had reinforced the belief that humans were all the same no matter how they acted upon the first encounter with a mutant.

Part of Hamish did pity the small guard for not knowing how things worked in the underground. “Neist time yin o' thaim gets in yer face batter thaim. Guards dinnae respect whit thay feel dominate ower.” It might have seemed that Hamish was trying to cause trouble for the guard but he was trying to help him survive. There had been a few times he saw the guards fight each other, it was like a dog eat dog world in the underground. Guards often respected the guards that had beaten them and take out their anger on the mutants or lower ranking guards. If Tino continued to allow the guards to walk all over him he would be no better than the mutants. “If ye'r 'ere ye hae tae be craving some sort o' power.” There could be other reasons why someone had become a guard but Hamish didn’t find himself believing any reason that was more than humans being power hungry. Why would the blonde be any different to him? They were meek from what he saw so maybe this was their only way to climb the government latter and find themselves in control of something in this chaotic place.

Pressure applied to bleeding spots on his back cause Hamish to gasp in pain but he bit his lip silence any of these pitiful sounds. As the cleaning continued a moan could be heard, only Hamish knew it to be both from the pain and the enjoyment of it. It was intimate to have someone caring for him but it always seemed to be Mathias who jumped at the chance to care for the angry ginger. Whenever the Dane was gone due to being purchased Hamish found himself confused as what to do over these wounds.

Green eyes glared at Mathias over his words not sure were to why he tried to make this guard feel pity for them. He didn’t want pity from any of the guards or humans that learned of the atrocities found in the underground. Their pity wasn’t anything more than something to make them all feel better about what was happening to the mutants without having to lift a finger to help. Even if the humans helped it never had been anything but maybe a piece of bread once but never again did he find them offering him anything after they helped him one time. Hamish didn’t need help; there were weaker mutants that could use the help more than he ever had. Bait mutants were often underfed and allowed to freeze as they provided little use to the humans, those were the mutants the humans should run to help not Hamish who would offer the food to another once the human left. He would rather starve than selfishly take something that someone needed more. Felicinao and Lovino were often mutants that received anything someone gave to Hamish seeing that the male had never had a home. He wasn’t some sob story for the idiots to pity.

“We ur an' a' lied tae doon 'ere. Folk come 'n' tell ye howfur amazing yer, howfur sorry thay feel seeing ye sae ill, ainlie tae lea 'n' ne'er come back showing thay ne'er gave a care aboot ye thay juist wanted tae be trusted. 'n' na dear mah ainlie thought o' consolation is I’m a masochist 'n' ah kin git masell tae gilravage a certain amount o' pain.” Hamish no longer sat still for Mathias to clean up his back. Instead he stood face showing nothing but range and the shadows around started to swirl around him showing his anger toward the guard who now snapped at Mathias’ remark. Green eyes were stained black now gave a warning that he had control over the shadows and could strike at any moment as his anger began to surge. The shadows dropped once the small male stormed away from their cell carrying the bucket with him.

Once the small guard was done someone came delivering the meals for the two mutants that remained in the filth-covered cell. Once the cart was wheeled away Hamish moved toward his plate and inspected what they had given him. Not caring that the blonde was already returning and could see him, Hamish began his work. Shadows lifted from the floor creating a bowl that he poured his bowl of soup into. Moving toward the bars he took the now empty bowl and tried to see of it would be able to fit through the tight metal. Seeing it was possible the shadows swallowed the bowl along with the soup. Next he grabbed a loaf of bread and broke it in half, half was taken by the shadows he other remained in his hand. The black mass moved through the bars weaving through some cells before moving through bars and delivering the food to a mutant that was skipped in the feeding schedule. Bread was dropped in their lap and the soup was placed back into the bowl in front of the bait mutant he knew sat starving in the cell. Once the food was delivered his shadows retreated and Hamish sat down on then floor forcing now on eating the small amount of bread. Each bite he took were small showing he knew to slow his eating so his body believed it had more than he was currently giving it.
Hamish was happy that his lights had yet to be turned on allowing him to give the food up without worrying about anyone trying to stop him. Going a day or two without food had yet to do much damage. The lack of food only made his weight vary and caused the guards to have to weigh him from time to time to see if it was getting to life threatening but always received some fuss from the ginger to do this job.

Seeing the blonde return and seeing the Neosporin fall outside his cell Hamish knew the guard was trying to give them help. No matter how idiotic is seemed he couldn’t ever accept the help, a feeling that he owed the person always seemed to overcome him making the ginger believe he had to repay the person. Instead of moving to take the small tube shadows rose from the floor and moved into the cell Tino had worked to clean. Shadows twisted into brushes and began to work at the floor. Filth was peeled from the floor as shadows cleaned every inch of it that the Finnish man didn’t occupy. Hamish had to repay the debt before he could accept help; he wanted to always feel he didn’t owe anyone something. Tino wouldn’t get the chance to act as if he needed to help the injured mutant. A thin layer of sweat coated Hamish as the shadows continued their work but his black eyes focused only on the small blonde.

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What Hammy is saying

Next time one of them gets in your face punch them. Guards don't respect what they feel dominate over.

If you're here you have to be craving some sort of power.

We are also lied to down here. Humans come and tell you how amazing you are, how sorry they feel seeing you so sick, only to leave and never come back showing they never gave a care about you they just wanted to be trusted. And no dear my only thought of consolation is I’m a masochist and I can get myself to enjoy a certain amount of pain.

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There was a soft sigh to the response. Windows, a rather forgotten luxury it seemed. Sure the Dane was just teasing, mocking the new guard. Making them know just how fragile they really were under the uniform but there was truth to it. Sure to him it’d only been a month maybe a little longer since he was returned, not very long since he’d last been truly outside of the cell but it was still a long time to the one bent over and scrubbing. He paused a little, keeping the rather stern yet soft face before truly responding. “what a luxury” his tone, sounding genuine, like he didn’t know a better life outside existed but of course he was lying right through his teeth, even if just about anything sounded like a mansion compared to the Underground.

While listening in he continued whipping down the other’s back, which he’d purposely dragged on enjoying the sounds. Knowing exactly where to put more pressure and let off in others all while doing a some what good deed. The whole thing though had almost made him shake his head like he knew the other a little too well in these situations. The whole thing had also left him a small smirk.

One thing was sure though, he wasn’t making anyone a pity story. He was simply telling it how it was, how everyone in here was betrayed to this place. How stray dogs got better treatment and all anyone says is that they deserved it. Also making damn sure though that this Tino fellow knew that this was the mutants home, everything that went on here was simply that, things that happened, it was a hell hole but it was home and the other needed to know that, he really wanted to make sure that they knew every detail about it. How he was snapped at though, simply riled him up more. Standing himself and nearly pressing against the bars he was just about yelling. Almost ignoring the Scot in the process. “Happy? you think this is suppose to make you happy? It’s the truth, and it’s a truth you’re going to learn is a lot worse not like the likes of you care at all, none of your kin do.”a pause, more to catching his breath. By then though the smaller blond had stormed off, good riddance or at least he thought and more and he would have really challenged them, his anger boiling, the only thing stopping him from letting it out being that he couldn’t reach.

He stepped back when the food cart came, the guard sliding the things through the door. The thin brothy soup with a few stray edible things floating, more than a few actually what luck he had to day, though it smelled awful. The bread, stale as always but nothing short of what it actually was. Startled he was not noticing till the last second, the shadows floating from behind, with a glance back he sighed. Sure it was nice of the other to give up the food, even the Dane did that, when he had extras but Ham. He had no words really. Before he could do anything about it the small guard had returned. Mathias greeted with a disliked huff, a rathe ungrateful thank you for the thing dropped. For the wounds of course. So the other was trying to place nice, wonderful yet not really. He reached for it with out a second thought,a second huff as if to say ‘this doesn't mean I like you’ before turning back to the Scot, who was now scrubbing the floor again. The Dane’s mind though was towards the food, or the lack of it. Usually he’d convince the other to eat something from his stash of goodies, treats and junk weaselled out of guards hands or pitying visitors as they were rather more appetizing than the actual food but with Tino just across it would be suicide to attempt that, at least not before getting them out his hair for another couple minutes.

As if to be funny he took a spoonful, the soup still hot and simply shoved the thing in the other’s mouth like one would with a baby yet with more force and no warning or at least he tried to. If that didn’t succeed he would simply get the new guard off his back and coax with his more appetizing treats like he usually did.

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[Tino Väinämöinen]

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

Hamish’s response caused Tino’s action to come to a skidding stop. Hit a guard back? That was foolish! Even if Tino was disrespected, he wasn’t about to lash back at one of his coworkers unless they really asked for it. As much as Tino disliked being overlooked and dominated (both physically and mentally), he wouldn’t risk being fired for it. “I’ll try…” Tino responded quietly, resuming his scrubbing.


To act back and retaliate was secretly what Tino wanted to do, and not just to the guards. Mathias’s attitude was rubbing him the wrong way. But there was a large difference between starting a fight between himself and a guard and between himself and Mathias. Mathias had his bone manipulation, and while Tino’s body was covered in dragonskin, his head and neck were not, and pulling up the hood and putting the helmet on drew too much attention. His suit wasn’t without its weak points as well, and his electrical system was out of commission until he dried the layers out and cleaned them.

Craving power? Hm, Hamish was not entirely correct, even if Tino’s true intentions were brought forward. By doing what he had, it gained him little. He was just following orders. He would not be free if he finished this mission, nor would he get bonus cash or any of that. He supposed that doing all this kept him alive, but Tino’s life wasn’t much, nor did he care about it really. His main motivation to do everything that was ordered, his driving force, was simply so no one else would have to do it. Others could live a happy life. Tino had come to terms with his own.

“It’s kind of a long story about how I got here, but it’s not really about that. I lost my job in Moscow, and my uncle is the warden here, so he was able to give me a job. I mean, it’s not the best if I have to clean floors like this every day, but it’s better than eviction, right?”

Tino tossed out the answer with a level, almost light tone, like he was completely okay with the fact that he had been ‘fired’ and taken whatever he could get. He was attempting to make light of the situation and also why he was here. Hamish had a point if Tino entered without any pressure of external factors. Normal guards did crave power. By having a ‘family member’ in a higher position as well, it would help explain why Tino might get away with being a little kinder to some of the mutants without losing his position.

When Tino snapped at Mathias, both mutants snapped right back, and it was almost lucky that Tino had gotten up and stormed off. Perhaps he had said too much, gotten too engaged in acting. He’d have to tone his imagined persona back, make him more conscientious of his words before they flew from his mouth. A minor modification that Tino could and would make. He made note of his limits though; pressing buttons was something he’d naturally try to avoid. Stepping on people’s tails would not encourage friendship, after all. Added to that fact, both Hamish Stuart and Mathias Østegård were incredibly dangerous.

Starting with Hamish, Tino knew he crossed a line when he noticed the subtle change of eye colour as he stomped off towards the bathroom. He could feel his heart beating faster without added physical action… that sort of primordial response hadn’t visited Tino in years. Was he feeling fear? No, it was quiet apprehension. Fear was beyond Tino. This was a test. Hamish’s power was not one to play ‘chicken’ with. He could control shadows, and from Tino understood, to a very precise degree. He could create points from them and impale people from a great distance. Tino was unsure of the shielding effects of said powers, but Tino knew a few things off hand. Without his shadows, Hamish was weak. Starvation and muscle atrophy from little exercise, aside from arena battles, left his physical body in a diminished state. If Tino were able to eliminate Hamish’s ability, he’d easily be able to take him down in short range combat.

However, Hamish wasn’t the only presence in that cell.

Mathias’s ability was completely opposite to Hamish’s. While the redhead called upon shadows, the absence of light and physical substance, Mathias used calcified osseous tissue that he was able to grow at an immense rate. Even if Tino could restrain Hamish’s abilities, it would be unwise to enter that cell with Mathias conscious. Make no mistake, Tino had noticed Mathias’s approach the the cell bars and anticipated a potential attack if Mathias attempted to reach out to him. Tino was not stupid, and he knew far more about these mutants than they knew of him. He knew of violence in both of their histories’. Pushing them to visible anger was not wise, but Tino always lived his life on the edge.

Tino processed their harsh words as he prepared a new water bucket. There was rage beyond their anger at Tino. He was taking the brunt of the blow for their hatred in general. Their animosity ran far deeper than the petit blond; it was towards any and all humans, visitors and guards, politicians and people. Tino recognized that they had full reasons for such emotions as he pondered how he should continue conversation. Clearly it had spiralled down out of control. Showing a human portion of anger in his character ended poorly, but sympathy wasn’t gaining much ground either. Mathias was right about one thing though.

Tino didn’t care. He didn’t care at all.

No words were exchanged when Tino ‘unknowingly’ dropped the medical ointment when walking back to his task. Mathias huffed at it, as if he were disgusted by the notion, before reaching out and taking the tube. ‘You’re welcome’ Tino thought sourly, but his face betrayed no sign of his annoyance. However, surprise instantly bloomed on Tino’s face when shadows twisted up and around him.
Tino’s first impulse was to reach for his pistol and take out the overhead lights, but he hesitated for a second to wait for the aggressive first strike. It never came. Instead, all tendrils of darkness congregated together in clumps, points where the blackness concentrated into what looked like… Tino’s brow creased as he realized that Hamish was doing his job with his powers, scrubbing the grit from the floor away. The Scotsman was demonstrating an incredible amount of control, beyond what Tino originally presumed. He’d need to rethink his combat strategies against Hamish if he had developed his powers to this degree.

This whole situation was not ideal. Hamish was using his powers outside of his cell, and if caught, he’d be beaten once more, and Tino would need to attempt to interfere. That might get him brownie points with the mutants, but on his first day as a guard, he had little jurisdiction over the other employees. Of course he could always drop the act and hold a high and heavy presence as a government representative, but what good would that do? Tino traced Hamish’s gaze up to his black eyes. Violet eyes expressed confusion and concern, but Tino was processing new info behind his façade. Apparently, the redhead’s eyes changed upon manipulation. That might help serve as a precaution if Hamish was about to attack.

“H-Hey! Please, you don’t need to do that! I can scru-…” Tino cut himself off as words fell on deaf ears, leaving only that coal black gaze staring into Tino’s. Tino meant to lower his eyes, but he noticed the trays of meagre food and such beside the pair on the floor. Tino took half a second to observe, and another to understand. Food, feeding schedule. Hamish, little to none. Mathias, small portion but greater than Hamish. Punishment for standing out?

Suddenly, any and all amounts of concentration and wordless tension were broken by the one and only Mathias, who found it amusing to shove a spoonful of broth down Hamish’s throat. Tino blinked twice, but his reaction was more confusion than amusement as he cocked a brow at the pair and paused to see what reaction that would draw from Hamish.

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

tags: TI, MAt, Ham, words: 1381, notes: This is late too ;_;
Coded by: PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style

[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 619

Tags: Finny and Mat

Not feeling that the small amounts of shadows were doing enough more shadows raised from the ground and moved to different sections of he cell. A set moved over Tino but when the shadows should have collided with his head they seemed to phase through the blonde and move pass him. The shadows all formed brushes that moved along the floor and walls as if an invisible hand held onto them working them on the stained floor. Layer after layer began to peel away in a matter of minutes creating spotless sections along the floor after several minutes. To cleanse away the filth that the shadows had removed more shadows seemed to lift the amount of dirt and set it in a pile outside the cell. Shadows that once scrubbed the floor moved making a small shield around Tino but remained thin enough to allow him a view of what was happening. The shadow hands shifted into a hose and began to spray down the cell removing any more of the lose filth and soaking the remaining. Shadows around Tino shifted keeping any drop of water from landing on the already soaked man.

Years of being locked indoors gave the Scot too much free time. This time was always spent reading or practicing with his powers. During his first days of The Weeds of Tomorrow these shadows were all he could call his friends. Seldom did they answer him but they were always there for him. There were times he believed the shadows to have answered him but no seemed to be able to confirm his claim. The voices Hamish heard were most likely the result of years of loneliness and the lack of social skills.

Surely somewhere admits all the complaints and warnings of his powers someone placed a file explaining if he was speaking to the shadows he was not to be seen as dangerous. During these times he didn’t seem to lash at anyone and kept to himself despite if teachers or other students occupied the area around him. If this file wasn’t placed Hamish wasn’t sure why the guards sometimes left him alone when seeing him speak to a creature formed from the amount of shadows he came across.

The shield used to stop the water from reaching the guard vanished as water no longer rained down on the cell. Powers now being used to show off Hamish decided to do one last thing to assure he didn’t owe the guard anything. Shadows wrapped around the guard once more creating a bubble that no longer had any transparency to it. Air began to rush through the bubble blowing the frozen water off the uniform leaving the guard bone dry. Water drops phased out of the shadows landing on the floor. Once Hamish assumed the guard would be dry his shadows removed themselves and sank back into the floor. There was no reason to continue scrubbing the cell for the guard when his debt would have been paid already with the effort he had put in not only scrubbing the cell but also drying the small male.

Eyes returned to a bottle green color only to have a spoon forced to his lips. Turning his head away from the spoon Hamish gave an annoyed sigh to show this wasn’t uncommon but did annoy him. “Sloch yer ain fairn Mathias. Ah awready ate th' breid thay gave me sae I’m braw. I’d ower some ither mutant be enjoying mah delicious meal anyway.” At the moment it didn’t matter to Hamish if the guard knew he gave away his food or not. They didn’t care for the mutants just the same as the other guards in the underground.

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