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[h1][color=LightBlue]Rayne[/color][/h1]
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Location:
[*]Muron Prison
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[*][@RyoRyoRyoken]
[*][@Renny]
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Rayne remained silent as Zepp spoke, there was no reason for him to. Making small talk with a Marine was the last thing he wanted to do. A hatred that seemed to spawn in the back of his mind was the reason, it was not the superficial hatred that Xerxes fed off of, but a deep seeded hatred, one that spawned from a past he knew little of, a frustrating predicament.  One that he would have little time to solve with the way things were going.

As he wrist was bound to another guards, Rayne went through the difficult process of dressing with one arm, with the Captain breathing over him, even threatening him, Rayne could careless, in the end, Zepp was childish, or overly cautious to think he would try anything, but with Xerxes' history in mind, how could he blame him?

Within a few minutes Rayne was finished, taking a little time to tie his black loafers before adjusting he black tie. Putting on formal clothes made him feel powerful, it was a nice feeling to have before one was set to die. Quickly, the guard restrained him and walked him out the door, leaving behind the cell that held him for a month.

“Picked a hell of a time to decide you want to look fancy.” 

[color=LightBlue]"I was under the impression that at ones funeral, you dress the body in similar garb, I'm just making it easy on you."[/color] Rayne chuckled, a grin plastered his face as the guard's led him down the halls of the Prison. 

On thier parade through, they happened to pass another solitary confinement cell, and cell that held three inmates, one of them being Jackal. Rayne made no move to call the man, that was Xerxes friend, by no means his, in the least though, he gave the armored man a smile before they passed.