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Roman, instead of avoiding guards, walks right by them, not really caring since he didn't want to be separated from Nobody just yet.

Nobody's figure stretched out completely, making him seem kind of like a giant to some. He was still hunched over as the ceiling was a little low, but it was enough.

He headed outside, limping slightly and leaving a trail of dripping blood. His 'legs' were assisting him as he walked, the needle-like ones pulling him along, while the blunt one helped push.

She started doing a routine she made up herself. It was simple and easy yet strong. She rolled her eyes at the annoyed at the dumb robot. She started humming a song and kept to herself. She wanted to mess with the Gaurds but refrained from doing so.

He made his way to the corner of the yard, looking around at them wearily. He stopped around halfway there, grimacing. He decided that he would probably not be able to make it the rest of the way, so he sat down with a thud.

Are's smells the blood. Resiting he turns his head away. And rolls his eyes. He began doing his routine. Listening to the stupid bots. He smirks slightly and then stops doing what they say. And starts doing his own routine. Then after a while. He turns invisible.

X-999 was the last creature out, scraping the tail across the floor as it trudged to the door, breathing heavily and scraping a hand across the cell doors

Quetzalli followed the robots’ routine, sighing softly. After a while of doing this she asked, “A-Am I allowed to do this in my other form, or perhaps practice flying?” She asked a little quietly

"What routines are you guys following? As long as you're active, you're fne"

He simply sat there for a bit, recovering from the exertion of walking over, then stood back up shakily, continuing towards the far corner. His 'legs' were dragging behind him slightly, weighing him down as he struggled to keep going.

Roman sits by the guards, keeping his eyes on them, but deciding he would much rather watch Nobody do whatever.

Nobody stood there for a minute, before deciding that maybe he should practice his running, as the last time it was the reason why they'd caught him. That, and because of the fact he was unwilling to hurt humans.

Tyra “ doing what I have my whole life.” She keeps doing her routine. It looks simple but it was a move set she had learned from her home. She listens to everybody and tries to find anything interesting to listen to besides the Guards.

He seemed to be muttering to himself, the words 'disease' and 'parasite' coming up a few times, as well as a variety of curses directed at said disease.

Upon hearing the words that Nobody spoke, the Shitak yawned, letting her eyes close, starting to drift off. She barely registered when the being stood and walked away, so she curled up on the floor of her cell, wrapping herself in her tail. Just as she was about to fall asleep, though, the announcement came over the loudspeaker, and she let out a small whimper. Just as she was about to get some actual rest, too. With a groan, she sat up, rubbing her eyes and sighing. "Where do we go?" She mumbled, pulling herself to her feet and stumbling to the door of the cell.

She walks out late as she was dealing with some things. She had finally gotten her confidence back in order and her heart wasnt such a mess. Her wings spread out and her horns were curled and sharp. Her fangs pointed perfectly as she made her way outside. "Sorry I'm late, I had to make a quick phone call." She says directly mostly to the people she knew. "What kind of physical activities are people down for?" She asks ready to let off some steam.

He waved at her slightly, his 'legs' twitching in her direction slightly, before he continued try to pull them with him. He eventually gave up, sitting down with a sigh.

When she leaned against the door, it swung open, and she nearly fell out into the hallway. Her snout smacked against the far wall, eliciting a yelp before she regained her balance. Her sharp nose caught the smell of the blood, and she followed it outside, stopping at the door and slowly peeking out into the yard. There were... way too many people, and.. there it was. A timid whimper slipped from her muzzle when her gaze landed on the Babadook, but she tore her eyes away before anything happened.

She waves back. "Your 'legs' must really like me or something" she chuckles.

He chuckled weakly, grimacing. "I think it's more of a murderous hatred, personally." He responded, before wincing as one of the needled ones stabbed his leg, blood spurting a bit. "It appears I was correct."

Nobody stopped his running, shrugging for a moment, before realizing that he did not know this female, or most of the crearures here. Was he allowed to speak? He wasn't sure, but soon Roman was walking in his dirrection and standing in front of him talking in hushed whispers. He notices the female he'd given comfort to earlier and motioned for her to come over, as he felt her anxieties pilling up again.

"Well I'm hated by many believe it or not so I'm flattered." She chuckles. "There was a time when I was hated more than liked but the past is a funny thing like that." She smirks.