by Nailah Weaver » Mon Apr 16, 2018 10:21 pm
A couple days after Haley's visit no doctor or nurse could manage to talk Nailah out of moving around the facility. Excellent medical care and mutants able to assist with healing had her recovering a little faster than otherwise possible, but she still had to rely on crutches to get around, having steadfastly refused a wheelchair. And today she'd decided that walking up and down the corridor or making a trek to the cafeteria wasn't going to be the extent of her trips anymore. Although technically the same building in the sense that she didn't have to go outside the prison complex was still quite a bit of distance away through a connecting tunnel and she had to take several breaks on her way there, leaning against the wall and catching her breath. Her shoulder almost hurt more than her leg, supporting the later by putting more strain on the former through the crutches. By the time she actually gets to the elevator leading down into the cell-blocks proper she seriously considers turning around. She feels weak and exhausted and facing Hazard like that makes her stomach turn, but she's come this far... backing down now would mean she hobbled all this way for nothing and she wasn't willing to let Hazard get even the tiniest win.
The ride down provides her some time to catch her breath and try to compose herself and the dreaded lurch of the elevator stopping never comes, the high-tech machinery smoothly coming to a halt and the doors open into a large, circular room at least two stories tall. In the middle is a guard station, on the bottom what seems to be some kind of food dispensary, on the top guards behind bullet-proof windows overlooking the whole area. There's a couple sections that are only divided by footpaths. Some workout equipment, some tables for eating, one section has chairs bolted to the floor and a TV hanging from the ceiling, out of range of being easily grabbed. All very clean and sterile and completely bereft of people at the moment. Around the outer wall are the cells, thick plexiglass windows from floor to ceiling as well as a faintly shimmering forcefield keeping the inmates inside. Nailah slowly makes her way over to the one she'd been directed to. On her way she passes a couple cells, displays set into the wall identifying their occupants. In one of them a hulking brute of a shark-man is sitting straining against his shackles, faint marks on the walls and floor indicating some kind of angry rage that earned him the additional restraints. The next cell over a young girl who seems out of place is lieing on her bed, feet up against the wall and head hanging down over the edge, looking absolutely miserable and bored out of her skull as she rolls her head from side to side, absentmindedly tugging at the clunky power-inhibitor fitted around her neck.
Finally the third one is simply labelled 'Hazard' with no real name indicated. Nailah takes a deep breath and walks into view of the cell itself.