Killian Stone
|27|Male|Manager|
|Location: Office|Mentions: (d) May|
Hands folded behind his head, the man gazed impassively at his computer screen. His fingers ached, plagued with cramps from incessant typing. The click of keys being pressed down still echoed in his head, a never-ending melody. The man audibly cursed when a lazy knock reverberated against his door. Narrowed eyes darted towards the door, agitation clear in his bright azure gaze. ”Come in.” he growled out, crossing his arms over his chest as he spun in his chair to half-face the person whom entered. His sister, May, stood leaning lightly against the doorframe, staring back at Killian. ”You are clear to start transporting the shifters. I want a detaining patrol to be sent out shortly. But not yet.” the man ordered with authority, not waiting for her to ask. The broad-shouldered woman only nodded, before wordlessly closing the door.

Leaning back for a few moments, he sighed, then blinked a few times. Hunching back over his desk, Killian resumed scrolling through the shapeshifters’ information and adding things where necessary. Every-so-often, he would switch to the security cameras, if only to appease his nagging paranoia.

May Stone
|21|Female|Detainer/Guard|Sun Bear|
|Location: Bill's Cell|Mentions: (d) Killian, Nyra, Vaughn, Bill (id) Rayna, Anora|
Striding away from her brother’s office, she rubbed her forearm as she dreaded moving some of the more… hostile shifters. Once she had popped her head into the employee break room, the ursine-shifter called out to a few of the guards to help out, Nyra and Vaughn amongst them. It was honestly a surprise to her, the amount of shifters willing to work here. But she never let much feeling be evident on her face. Subconsciously adjusting the admittedly bulky collar around her neck, she rolled her shoulders and gestured for the guards to follow her.

As they traversed down the hallway, May glanced at each cell, different sounds - or none at all - coming from every barred window. ”Remove the big preds first - Nyra you take B-1039, the panther, Vaughn, you can grab B-2550, the lynx. I’ll take B-1774.” she instructed swiftly, scanning the plaques above the cells until she reached the one that housed the polar bear. Her knuckles lightly rapped on the strong metal door, before her sharp features appeared, peering in at the position of the shifter inside. ”Subject B-1774, Bill Warble, please sit against the wall in your human form.” she called calmly, scanning her hand against the identification pad beside the cell. It slid aside to reveal a spot for swiping her card. Grabbing her keycard from around her neck, she leaned down slightly to slide it down the device. A soft whirring was heard before an audible click.

Slowly opening the door, May slipped inside, staying close to the door with her hand on it, waiting until the boy before her was against the wall. Handcuffs were attached to her belt, and the woman’s other hand hovered over them, baby blue eyes patient. ”Good morning, I’m here to take you to the Socialisation Centre.” Although she could be violent, she was usually willing to give shifters a chance to come quietly. However, if they snarked or struggled, she could be a little bit… harsher.

Anora James - 18 - Female - Shifter - Panther - Cell
Anora sat with her back to the far wall of her cell, her head tilted back and eyes closed. She had been listening since she woke up, the clicking of keys from the office was driving her crazy. The annoying keys were just an overlay of noise to her, what she was really listening for was the heartbeat of the other shifters. She could tell who was awake and who wasn't, who was moving and who was stoic.
While she was busy listening to the shifters she caught the end of someone giving orders and if her memory didn't fail her it was May. The detainer wasn't as bad as some of the others, but she sure wasn't someone Anora liked. As she listened she could hear the woman's footsteps coming closer followed by a few other sets. Listening to May open one of the cell doors made Anora's hair stand on end, the metallic sliding sound always reminding her of where she is.

Vaughn Hollander

21 | | Male | | Detainer/Guard | | German Shepherd Dog
Location: Rayna’s Cell
Mentions: May and Rayna (direct)

Amber eyes scanned the cell block as Vaughn once again strolled past the number of cells. He wasn’t well-liked among the other shifters, often, some had some choice words and profanities shouted at him. But, it all went in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t any of his business to argue with him, and besides, he could end up in the receiving end of a shock from his collar for agitating the shifters. Guard duties, god, I really do hate it sometimes. Some of them can be such mean and nasty individuals... but... it’s good that they’re the ones behind bars, and not me. He thought to himself momentarily.

Shaking the thought away only reminded him of the shock collar which was bulky and uncomfortably tight around his neck. After all, it did have to be tight enough for the contact points to press into his neck. But other times, he just wanted to tear the collar off and let his neck breathe for a week. However, he understood the necessity of it. He was a shifter, and in the eyes of those running the facility, he was still a risk, though his loyalties lied with them. Sometimes, Vaughn even though the shocks he’d received were unfair- he didn’t need that much of a warning if he was misbehaving (usually by nonchalantly taunting the captured shifters.)

Nonetheless, he was ready to start the day to get the guard duties. As he followed, the pair of handcuffs at his side jingled as they gently smacked against his hip. As May stopped, she began giving directions to the guards. He peeked up slightly when he heard his name, ”Vaughn, you can grab B-2550.” And, his spirit sank a little as he heard who he would be escorting to the Socialization Center today. It’s... what’s her name? Rayna. She’s got a bit of an attitude. Eh. We’ll see how she is today.

He sighed softly, standing in front of Rayna’s cell before reciting those practiced words, ”B-2550, Rayna Pines. Please sit at the back of your cell in your human form.” He pressed his hand against the identification scanner, before it opened up to reveal a card swiper. As usual, he swiped his card to the tune of a quiet whirring before the cell dock opened with a click. He opened the door slowly, slipping inside quickly, not sparing a second that would give the girl an opportunity to bolt.

He stood close to the door and removed the handcuffs from around his hand, swinging them nonchalantly, albeit a bit tauntingly. ”I’m here to bring you to the Socialization Center this morning. Now’s your chance to come easily,” he said, only looking up at her momentarily with his whiskey-colored eyes. He didn’t particularly like using force against the captives, so he tried to make it as fair as he could, unless he was forced to do otherwise.

Vaughn Hollander

21 | | Male | | Detainer/Guard | | German Shepherd Dog
Location: Rayna’s Cell
Mentions: Rayna (direct) Killian (indirect)

He knew the drill as well as everyone else did. So, of course, it didn’t come across as a surprise when Rayna did as she was told and sat at the back of her cell in her human form. After all, a number of the shifters, like her didn’t mind following orders- anything to escape even just momentarily from the confines of their cold, metal cells. At the mention of metal, Vaughn’s pricked up only slightly, only to listen to a few choice words from the sarcastic teen. He could have said something snarky back like, ”Well, I didn’t design the cell blocks. You’re talking to the wrong person for the job, kiddo.” Instead, he only bit back the words, waiting for the other guards to “subdue” their “subjects” anyway. As far as shifters went, he had it easy with Rayna. Besides, the most she could do was use her words. At least, that’s what Vaughn liked to think.

Sparky... ugh. That tired old nickname. Of course, being a guard and a dog shifter left Vaughn as the blunt of all jokes and mockery. He was quite literally “The Dog” of the Lab, and like a dog, he fulfilled the duties that he needed to. Perhaps what was even more of an insult to the other shifters was when he’d track down shifters for hours with the other detainers, sniffing enthusiastically for any trace of a scent. And after those long days, Vaughn lost a bit of himself, becoming more “dog-like” and infinitely more obedient and pliable. In the past, he could be seen chasing a tennis ball around, or amusing himself with a toy.

”In that case, this place is like a 5-Star hotel, yours to stay at, free of charge. If the metal is of any concern, perhaps I can put in a word to Killian for some carpet?” After those words, Vaughn fully expected to feel an electric shock zap through his neck. He swore his collar had a hidden microphone on it, yet, he wasn’t sure. It seemed like after he said some risky words, he occasionally received a shock. He didn’t want to be snarky and sarcastic, but, when dealing with sarcastic characters like Rayna, it couldn’t hurt to say something back. After all, he was walked on a lot, and his silence was often to blame for that.

Nonetheless, he straightened up in his place, almost losing his grasp on the handcuffs before catching them in his hand. While he appeared mostly cool and collected, his body was tense, still awaiting a shock as punishment. Whether it happened or didn’t, he always seemed to live on edge, somewhat fearing for when he’d feel that quick jolt once again.