<div class="floatleft">(https://sfmlab.com/media/jumbo/VqKIbugB.jpg.750x500_q85_crop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miranda Keyes.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Execution camp<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Chained up, Snark activated.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Caim<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>As much as Miranda would have loved to give the huntsmen some attitude, but she didn't fancy having her face broken in by a giant metal fist sent in from Skeletor. Through the ride in the cell towards their execution, Miranda had listened to others speak, listened to theirs plans. And to be honest, even a plan that might end in their all dying was better than going along with this game. If there was even the slimmest chance of escape then she was going to take it, and maybe spring some of the others with her.<br/><br/>"So this is the<em><strong>'Royal Hunt'</strong></em>? I can't say I'm impressed, why go trough all of the trouble when you could have cut our heads off already? Where's the<strong>hunting</strong>part? I was looking forward to something Akin to' The most dangerous game'. But if your so scared we might escape then by all means, do it the boring way." Miranda said, as if not even bothered by the situation she was in, channeling the spirit of a Mr. Johnson in order to get his sense of humor.<br/><br/>While she pretended to look around in boredom she spotted Shepard who seemed far too relaxed for this and Caim, who looked like he was trying to escape from his body. With a gentle nudge she bumped her elbow against the boy and got his attention.<br/><br/>"Don't worry. It only hurts once, like losing your virginity." She said, trying to cheer the boy up. But completely unsure of what could do so when they were minutes  away from certain and inevitable death. Though she was thankful she wasn't having her brains sucked out by a giant slug somewhere. There were always worse ways to go.