Not knowing that Jag had already gained access to the outside world, Vi was already thinking up some plan that would possibly kick a few asses (and maybe of she didn't get much help from her cell mate, her own) in the process. The gaurd had handed her a pile of clothing, two towels, and shoved her into the locker room. It wasn't a bad setup, if you asked her, but she wasn't looking for something to clense her hair at the time being. However, these cloths seemed a bit more normal than the pajamas they supplied her with. In fact..... Yes! These were her own cloths! Vi took the chance to change into something more familiar, but paused for a second. Were those undergarments? Ugh. Gross. She couldn't even bare thinking that they decided to shuffle around that section of her bedroom. Who knows what else they saw. Still, she took the opportunity to completely change.
Once done, she was fitted into her worn, denim skinny jeans, and an old, longsleeve graphic tee shirt. What made her stomach churn, was that it used to her her fathers, but had shrunk in the wash. Vi shook her head, slipping on her grey vans, and began to get down to business. She walked over to the showers, and turned three on to mask any sound she was going to make, careful not to get wet in the process. Done with that, she walked quickly to the mirror, and tried to break it by slamming her foot against it. No luck. Then, she tried her arm. Only a crack, and a throbbing hand and wrist. Giving a long shot, Vi stared at the mirror, hard. Shatter. It didn't hesitate before the glass clanged to the floor, shattering the mirrior into deadly slivers of sharply angled peices of glass. The perfect wepon, without actually having one. Vi then picked one up that looked large and sharp enough, and took a long breath before opening the door.
Without thinking, Vi slammed her foot into the gaurds back, learning somewhere that the spine could be deadly. However, she wasn't tought how to do so. This was just an assumption.
Too bad that barely fazed him. He turned, and charged for her, reaching automatically for the offswitched taser in his grasps. Vi backed up enough so she could get a grip on things and think it through. She held the razor sharp wepon up, and tried to cut him, possibly in the throat, but he was a step ahead, and grabbed her wrist, shoving it towards her instead, accidentally slicing her cheek lightly. Vi winced, but kept her eye on the ball. Vi needed out of here. She then decided to kick him in the stomach, hard, before he had a chance to use his wepon. The gaurd let her go, and stumbled enough for Vi to be able to kick his hand that held the taser. She then dashed for it, turning around right before he attacked her, and she thrusted it at his chest, the techwepon almost at full volume. There was a light blowback from the high voltage, and Vi was shoved back, and tumbled half under one of the showers, and he, against the wall. She shuddered against the sudden cold water lightly brushing her left side, got up, and raced back out to where she came from.
Vi skidded to a stop a few yards away from both Seth and Jag. She looked at them skeptically, her eyes dodging from both the boy and the gaurd. Shouldn't Seth be kicking our butts by now? And how in the world did he get out of his cell without a single scratch? She wondered. All the while, her cheek was bleeding lightly, had a few bruises she could count for, and the collar and chest of her shirt was sticking against her wet skin, and the fabric from the lovely shower. Without thinking, she clicked on the taser in her hand, not sure whether to go for Jag, or Seth. Both of them seemed so out of character by simply standing next to each other. Her mind boggled with explanations, but none of them dreamed to be correct. "What in the world is going on?" She demanded. Easliy frightened by all of this.