Alexandra stormed into her locker room slamming the door. Deep inside of her a fire rage. An angry burn. She ran her fingers through her hair. What set her off? Well that should be clear to anyone with a set of eyes. She grabbed one of the metal folding chairs that had been in her locker room and threw it across the room. It knocked into the table, sending a cup of tea off of it which shattered on the floor. Alexandra stormed over to the counter where a mirror sat over it. The same place where she put make up on for her match. She stared at herself in the mirror, leaning on the chair in front of her.. She was on the edge of a very frayed rope. She screamed loudly, more anger than pain. Not really thinking at that moment, she put her fist through the mirror, hearing it shatter and crumble all over the counter and floor.

"Fuck!"

Smoke hears the voices, and shrills, of Michael and Alexandra respectively, and goes out of his way to check out what's going on. He has an ice-pack to the side of his face after the recent assault and bloody match.

What the heck's going on here!?

He shouted that more than asked it.

The door gets busted down and there stands HK47, Radio's new Droid.


Question: Are you friends of Master Radio? if not, I will have fun killing you meat bags.

Radio walks in behind him and puts his hand on his shoulder.

That won't be needed HK. I just wanted to see what the commotion was in here. Alexandra? McBride? Smokey?

Statement: They're all just meat bags to me, master.

"It's nothing."

Alexandra slams her bag on the table top and starts removing glass from her hand.

"I'm just fine."

She looked at the man.

Smoke lazily turns his head to Radio, but when his eyes meets the bot he stutters so much he drops his ice pack.

Woah, what the fuck!?

Smoke picks up the ice pack without taking his eyes off the droid. Slowly.

Question: can I please kill this meatbag master?

Radio turns his head to HK47 and nods.

sorry about HK, he's extremely blood thirsty. Mostly because he's an assassin droid.

HK47 glares as Smokeman

Conclusion: I'm going to pull your head off, because I don't like your head.

Radio places his hand on HK'S shoulder again and tells him to wait outside.

sorry again. Anyways what the hell happened Alexandra?!

"I was just angry. McBride here was concerned. And I guess Smoke heard me yelling."

Alexandra looked at Radio and then at his droid, holding her hands up and slowly moves towards the droid.

"I'm a friend of your master."

HK turns back around before exiting.

Statement: A friend of Masters, is still a meat bag. But you are fine for now.

Hk turns back around and stands directly outside keeping an eye on everyone.

anyways...did you punch that window?

Smoke looks between them.

Well I'm just gonna go. Stabbing Matt Ward was one thing but this is something else.

Smoke walks off shaking his head, muttering:

I did not sign up for this crap.

"Mirror, but yes, I did."

Alexandra wraps a towel around her bleeding hand.

"It's not the first time I've done it."

She looked at McBride and Smoke.

"No McBride, I didn't get dumped. And thank you Smoke, but I'm okay."

Statement: the droid that will vaporize you if you keep talking like that.

HK47 keeps watching everyone closely.

please don't pay attention to him for the time being. We are here to find out why alexandra punched that window/mirror/piece of glass.

Alexandra looked at the two men and shook her head.

"It's complicated."

She looked at the floor.

Radio walks up to alexandra and kneels down. He looks at her and smiles.

nothings TOO complicated for me. You can trust me, just let it out

Interjection: The master is very trusting!

"Not laid enough?" came the baritone vocal of Mystica from behind McBride. Before Michael could even turn to him, Mystica had stolen a cigarette out of his pocket. As Michael finally faced him, Mystica smirked at the Irishman.

"Come on, a lady never lights her own ."

Glancing into the room, the darker half of David Martin gave am amused laugh.

"Oh, a robot," he said. "Interesting. And Callaway. Even more interesting."

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"Mystica."

Alexandra looked up hiding her hand behind her. Her hand was still wrapped in the towel, which was now turning red in spots. She swallowed hard.

"Hello."

She tried to keep her hand hidden from view. She quickly wiped away the angry tears she had shed.

Liz, standing in the background attempts to soak all this animosity in. She finally decides to speak up, hoping that she isn't to late.

Apparently she's upset. Why won't you all just back off, ya know? Give her time.

"With a bloody hand?!" Mystica gasped in faux-shock. "Well, you really do know how to get a fella excited, now don't you?"

He quickly pushed past Michael, forgetting all about the smoke. With a prideful stride, he walked up to Alexandra and snatched her wrist, holding it aloft to give it a proper examination.

"Well, that's not good for you, is it?" he asked rhetorically, a mischievous smile creeping across his face as he spat the cigarette into his palm.

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"No probably not, but it felt good doing it."

She looked at David/Mystica, as he examined her hand.

"It's not even that bad. I've had worse. I mean, it's not a nail through the hand."

Eli walks by the locker room and looks around at everyone with two of his loyal friends and members of the Congregation, Mystica and Alexandra. Eli gives a little smirk across his face and notices the variety of people around.

"Everything good?

Alexandra looked up at Eli, before lifting her hand showing the bloody towel.

"Not really."

Eli's face turns to concern and starts eyeing everyone as if they had done something to her.

"What's wrong? Someone in here?

"Take a gander, Eli," Mystica laughed, pointing to her hand. "She's gone and messed herself up real nice. I figure everyone needs some scars, no?"

He chuckled, holding up his own scarred palm, comparing it to the one on Alexandra's hand.

"David's gone and made another scar. That boy's bad news, I say."

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Alexandra looks at him and moves next to him, placing her good hand in Mystica's.

"No.. No Eli.. no one hurt me. I did it myself."

Alexandra looks between the two men, before looking over at Liz.

"Thank you Liz for the concern."

Eli looks at Mystica.

"I see the hand and I see the mirror.. and I think David is where he needs to be right now.

Eli looks at the strange droid and cylon..

"Heh. I sure hope those batteries last.. they look a little heavy to carry everywhere.

Eli walks over to Alexandra and just looks in her eyes.. gives a smile.

"There's only one way to fix it.

What the hell was I thinking? I just wanted to say hello to my first partner in the Lethal Lottery. She looked mad, so I had to hide in her bathroom. Now, everyone is in here talking about something. I wonder if this will be an awkward moment to make friends or to say hi?

Waldo decides against it, but ends up sneezing. Everyone hears the sneeze coming from the bathroom.

"What the..."

Alexandra's voice trails off and she walks towards the bathroom door. She slams the door open and pulls the person out of it, holding her fist up. She starts to punch, but realizes it's Waldo..

"Waldo? What were you doing in there?"

I can't believe I just sneezed. I start to shake a bit and my voice cracks a little as I am able to get a few words out.

"I wanted to say Hello and, um, thanks for picking me for Lethal Lottery. I've never been picked before.

Alexandra let's go of Waldo's shirt.

"You better have something up your sleeve. My team will not lose."

Alexandra looked into Waldo's eyes.

"Do you fear me?"

I'm Waldo. I'm Fucking Waldo! Who the hell does she think she is talking to me like this?

Shit. I just remembered she's Alexandra Callaway and I'm Waldo.

"Um, a little.

Statement: That is nothing more than looks and probably couldn't hurt a miniature organic.

Question: Master, can I dispose of that poor excuse of a droid?

eh, you can destroy it later HK.

Hk looks at rebel

Offensive Statement: Your tattoos make you look like an idiotic meatbag. In other words "tool"

Alexandra looks at Waldo.

"Aww.. you don't have to be."

Then she chuckles darkly.

"Well.. unless you mess up seriously. Then it might not be me you have to be afraid of."

Alexandra places her hand on Mystica's shoulder.

This Congregation bunch. Ha! They wish they were as awesome as me. Who doesn't? They'd have to find me first. What the hell am I thinking? They'll find me, especially her boyfriend. He doesn't look too happy I'm in her bathroom. Come on, Waldo! Just be tough.

"I won't mess up. And listen, Missy, I don't have to fear you. Or your little friend there. You got it?"

That's what I'd like to say.

"Nice to meet you too.

"We've met before."

Alexandra chuckled.

"You puckered your lips like you thought I'd kiss you."