Morte (Lovina Violenza)
Hallway
"Well, I am pretty limited until I can get this thing off". Starshade started, tugging at his de-powering collar for emphasis as he spoke. "As for kitchen duty, it said that cell block A, which contains UV and I, are having kitchen duty tomorrow," he spoke on. This prompted Morte to wince. How conveniently…terrible, she thought as she heard UV's name. Until that point, she thought that kitchen assignments were given to just about anyone, and certainly not cellmates. How very wrong she was, to think that the plan was about to go as smoothly as she thought. Worse, it had to be the guy who was overly close with Starshade. She had to make a back-up plan just in case. The last thing she wanted was for UV to distract Starshade with some obvious flirting, or to fuck things up, whether he could be trusted or not. She had to get him out of the way somehow.
"They stuck me on too. They keep tagging me on extra kitchen duties thinking I'll learn something…" Resonance chimed in, prompting the redhead to raise her eyebrows. Three people in such a small kitchen was a little too crowded. She wasn't exactly too surprised however. Generally, a pair was the norm in assigning kitchen duties, and she was only assigned alone in order to minimize her contact with the other prisoners, as well as her actual experience as a chef. Resonance being in had its pros though. For one, Morte trusted her enough, there was the fact that her powers weren't exactly hindered completely, and she was a particularly good size to ride on Mammoth's shoulders to pull off disabling the camera. Still, there lay the matter of what to do with UV. Resonance went on, enumerating what she could do, mentioning things such as multitasking and imitating the intercom system.
"A food fight, though?" she asked, and Lovina gave a single nod. What else could it be? They were messy, rowdy and would most likely gather the guards into the single room, trying to break things up, while some could take their cues and slip away. Plus, there was also the added bonus of giving the guards hell. Of course, should things go that way, she had to find a way to somehow inform Felice to stay outside the kitchen window rather than indoors.
"Of course, cazzo! Don't ask stupid questions!" she mumbled, before a new female voice cut the conversation short.
"Hiya all. I was hoping I could drag UV away for a couple minutes? We need to plan our revenge on the Titans sometime soon," Morte turned to wear the voice came from, and spotted a girl with light hair, and rolled-up pant legs just at the corner. Did she just mention UV? The redhead's expression turned into one of suppressed dread. Was UV listening in on them? What reason did he have to do so if he supposedly was one of them…unless he wasn't, of course. She didn't look past the wall however, as it would make her look suspicious.
"I'm not sticking around after that," Resonance whispered as the girl disappeared. Morte quickly nodded and looked at the time. She only had fifteen minutes to talk to Mammoth about the plan. Once the smaller teen left, Morte grabbed Starshade by his shoulders and pushed him against the wall of the corridor, her glare murderous.
"You heard that, Alec? Quit flirting with that fucking UV. An eavesdropper cannot be trusted, idiota!" she growled, before letting him go. "I'm going to have to take care of that motherfucker tomorrow," she then mumbled before heading off by herself to Mammoth's cell block. The thuggish teen was large and incredibly strong, and she knew that even hindered, his strength outstripped everyone else's. A thought crept into her mind and she grinned to herself. Taking care of UV? It was simple…so simple, with Mammoth around.
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Mammoth's Cell
A tall, burly teen looked up and grunted as Morte pushed open the door of the cell. Mammoth, the man for the job, and just the person she wanted to see and speak to. His hulking presence made her feel a lot smaller, despite her being six feet tall and well-muscled to boot. She sat down next to him on his sagging cot, spreading her legs open and resting her elbows on her knees as she leaned forward, trying not to make eye contact in case someone passed by.
"Mammoth, ever seen that camera in the kitchen?" she asked, dropping her voice. The large boy shifted slightly, and Morte heard him grunt, which sounded like a "yes", based on her experience around him. Mammoth was a guy of few words, and usually spoke in short sentences at best. This didn't mean that he was stupid - he wasn't - but he was just more inclined to let his strength do the talking.
"I think I found us a way out of this damn hellhole," Morte continued, before turning her head to the side, to face him. "Idiot staff decided to be fucking cheapskates and chose a static camera for the only surveillance in the kitchen, man…found its blind spot too," she snarked, all too willing to insult the officials within the jail.
"I can't reach the camera. Ain't nine feet tall," Mammoth replied shortly. Morte winced and buried her forehead into her hands. Sometimes, Mammoth jumped to the strangest conclusions.
"Not like that! You'll be carrying someone on your shoulders. Figured a big, tough guy like you could handle it," she explained, before punching the big guy on his tattooed upper arm. Mammoth looked at her, his expression still hard, but betrayed by the slow smile creeping up his face. He made a fist and flexed his arm, allowing his thick bicep to bulge, as if to show off his strength.
"Not you," he grunted plainly. Morte pushed herself up from the bed and stood in front of him, crossing her arms. "It's Resonance, moron. You really think I'd have kitchen duty two days in a row?" she corrected in her usual biting manner. She knew that Mammoth was all too used to her remarks. Pushing her hair behind her shoulders, she took out a piece of paper from her pocket, as well as her sole pen, then knelt next to the bed, scribbling something on it.
"Go to the kitchen when I give you the signal. Starshade and Resonance would be there. No loafing around, and no sitting next to anyone, got it?" she instructed, before giving him the paper, which had a crude drawing of UV. Morte was no Inamorato when it came to art skills, though she was alright by most standards.
"And if you see this damn sissy, go ahead and knock the wind outta him. I don't trust that son of a bitch" she added, dangling the drawing in front of him before handing it over to him. She hoped that the big guy would recognize the man in the drawing, with the all-too-obvious teasing look that she tried to portray. Mammoth took a glance at the picture, before commenting on it.
"Ugly. Weak, sissy…easy," he grunted, before ripping the paper in half and placing it into the pocket of his orange jumpsuit. He then bumped Morte's hand, a gesture that she returned. Feeling assured by his cooperation, she left the cell and headed back to her own. Lockdown was about to happen at any time.
