[ 'being blind would be better than staring at her and her crony.'
his head turns slightly away from the lights, and that's when he does, finally, remove his hand from the bars. maybe it he feigns disinterest in an escape then she'll go away and they can leave. something didn't feel right about the bars, anyways, and he wants a closer look without her around. ]
Great. Glad we had this talk. [ the hand in his pocket curls tighter around emporio's baseball. ] Best behavior only, right? Hate to get on your bad side.
[ it's very weird, axel, she doesn't seem to have any keys on her whatsoever, seems like she just keeps all her stuff in that sweater. as he's looking though, he can see that she also has a bright blue band just like the rest of you all. she offers him a smile and clicks her tongue. ]
Oh no, definitely not. You’re criminals after all - lock and key is precisely where you belong. Forever.
[ miu miu then grins wider with a row of too-perfect teeth. her stand, the jail house lock, goes from three dimensional to flattening itself on the wall, not unlike a shadow. its lights dim and it crawls alongside the concrete beside her, watching silently. ]
Best behavior, like your furry friend said. And maybe you’ll get a meal while you’re down here instead of leftovers from last week. [ looking to d.va finally: ] Maybe that smell is the person who was last in there before you all.
[ as a very... menacing kind of vibe comes from the uncomfortable-looking cot. there definitely is a strange indentation in a humanoid shape on there, huh. it's darkly stained too. huh. ]
Be good now, Miu Miu's got eyes in the back of her head. [ click clack click clack... away she goes with her stinky perfume and overly-processed hair. her stand follows right at her heels, brushing along the walls and the bars in its strange, flat form.
what's the plan, crimbos? you've got... a pen, emporio's baseball, his final words of advice, and a whole lot of spunk. ]
[ Interesting...his focus sharpens for a moment, even if he's trying very hard (it's a herculean effort!) not to burst out laughing at Hung and dva's valid commentary.
He wonders idly if this woman is a prisoner acting as a stand-in warden? Or someone just posing as a prisoner? Maybe in league with this White Snake person?
Well, he lets his thoughts wander away as she points out about the last person potentially in the cell, and naturally frowns. Some nice parting thoughts, 'And there goes Miss Smelly, everybody.' ]
So, that was a real friendly face we meet with, huh? 0/10 meeting though. Wouldn't want to repeat that.
[ grumpy, but he does snort at axel's thoughts before his hands both reach out this time. his hands grip onto the bars, and he - does, actually, try to see if he can bend them. or if there's a secret here about their solidity, because that's really sus to him. an unconventional means of opening a door, maybe..? ]
Something tells me there’s more stink bugs where that came from.
[ watching hung mess with the bars and suddenly wondering if the pen she has it indeed just a pen. also, i, nina, am paranoid so i must know. therefore dva will take the pen out and actually look at it. ]
[ a very interesting observation indeed, my dear axel. who is to say?
d.va, the pen is indeed just a pen, though it seems to have been through the wringer, with chips in the plastic and the "BIC" label rubbed off. there's about half, if not less, of the ink cartridge left from what she can see by examining it.
hung finds that the bars... do indeed bend to his strength, almost too easily. they make a very loud, disruptive sound, shrieking as they are twisted apart
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his head turns slightly away from the lights, and that's when he does, finally, remove his hand from the bars. maybe it he feigns disinterest in an escape then she'll go away and they can leave. something didn't feel right about the bars, anyways, and he wants a closer look without her around. ]
Great. Glad we had this talk. [ the hand in his pocket curls tighter around emporio's baseball. ] Best behavior only, right? Hate to get on your bad side.
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at least i don’t look like some rabid doll
anyways. ]
Do we at least get time outside of here, it’s kinda cramped with the three of us. Not to mention it smells like something died.
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Oh no, definitely not. You’re criminals after all - lock and key is precisely where you belong. Forever.
[ miu miu then grins wider with a row of too-perfect teeth. her stand, the jail house lock, goes from three dimensional to flattening itself on the wall, not unlike a shadow. its lights dim and it crawls alongside the concrete beside her, watching silently. ]
Best behavior, like your furry friend said. And maybe you’ll get a meal while you’re down here instead of leftovers from last week. [ looking to d.va finally: ] Maybe that smell is the person who was last in there before you all.
[ as a very... menacing kind of vibe comes from the uncomfortable-looking cot. there definitely is a strange indentation in a humanoid shape on there, huh. it's darkly stained too. huh. ]
Be good now, Miu Miu's got eyes in the back of her head. [ click clack click clack... away she goes with her stinky perfume and overly-processed hair. her stand follows right at her heels, brushing along the walls and the bars in its strange, flat form.
what's the plan, crimbos? you've got... a pen, emporio's baseball, his final words of advice, and a whole lot of spunk. ]
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He wonders idly if this woman is a prisoner acting as a stand-in warden? Or someone just posing as a prisoner? Maybe in league with this White Snake person?
Well, he lets his thoughts wander away as she points out about the last person potentially in the cell, and naturally frowns. Some nice parting thoughts, 'And there goes Miss Smelly, everybody.' ]
So, that was a real friendly face we meet with, huh? 0/10 meeting though. Wouldn't want to repeat that.
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[ grumpy, but he does snort at axel's thoughts before his hands both reach out this time. his hands grip onto the bars, and he - does, actually, try to see if he can bend them. or if there's a secret here about their solidity, because that's really sus to him. an unconventional means of opening a door, maybe..? ]
Let's see what's going on around here?
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Something tells me there’s more stink bugs where that came from.
[ watching hung mess with the bars and suddenly wondering if the pen she has it indeed just a pen. also, i, nina, am paranoid so i must know. therefore dva will take the pen out and actually look at it. ]
Definitely not your ordinary prison.
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d.va, the pen is indeed just a pen, though it seems to have been through the wringer, with chips in the plastic and the "BIC" label rubbed off. there's about half, if not less, of the ink cartridge left from what she can see by examining it.
hung finds that the bars... do indeed bend to his strength, almost too easily. they make a very loud, disruptive sound, shrieking as they are twisted apart
and then— ]
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JAIL HOUSE LOCK... COMMENCING... 3... 2... 1...