[closed] should've heard them knocked-out jailbirds sing

[wrackful]

CHARACTERS: Bellamy, Murphy, Ilde, The Darkling and a special appearance from Y.
WHERE: Gamma Block Jail.
WHEN: DAY :050 - DAY :052
SUMMARY: Bellamy and Murphy spend two days in jail before Ilde and The Darkling bust them out.
WARNINGS: Violence.

Comments

[unsea]

Such a charming woman. [ Not.

However, if he has enough energy to quip back at the hacker, he has enough energy to carry on. Once more, swiping at his nose as his creations harry and hound the guards and errant inmate. Keeping them contained, at bay. Pressing them away from their traveling group, as the five of them ( plus one tottering sec-bot ) swiftly work their way back through the prison.

He urges Bellamy onwards, presses his hand between Bellamy's shoulders. Move on, move on. A little faster, now. Just - bringing up the rear. Keeping an eye on the situation. Things are going smoothly, for now. And he is unsure if the bond with the symbiote has caused any FURTHER harm, or limitation, of his own abilities. ]

Carry her, if you must.

[ That much, he aims at Murphy. Be her knight, pal. ;) ]

[erbier]

[ The desert. She catches the very ephemeral edges of the reminiscence, like hearing the outline of a whispered word. It makes all the difference, that image: the wasteland. Her entire perception of the situation changes, turning back the clock to the little girl she was a long time ago. The barefoot girl in the wastelands, following her caravan, step after step. She had been so helpless then... Every moment had been death and thirst and hunger, exhaustion, terror.

But she had had her feet under her, and she had walked all the same, because there was no other choice. There is no other choice now and she begins to filter away the reeling. Tucks it to the side where it continues to shriek so piercing, but she realigns all priorities down to what must be done: she must walk, she must leave this place with these men.

The disassociation is like being two people at once. The future and the past, overlaid with similarities, fighting one another where the seams do not match up. It flashes in her other hosts as well, the burned world. Its ashy skies, its evaporated earth, miles and miles of scorched brick, cities burning in the distance...

But she walks, dazed, with a support on each side. Their bodies on either side keep her from swaying, showing too obviously her disorientation, and the hands at shoulders, waist, elbows let her stride on fearlessly, even if she trembles as she walks.

But she walks. ]

( W̢̦̰͍͚̻̳͐́͗̃͂͘͞e̴̮͉̻͐̇̽̓̉̓́͜͜͟'̬͔̭͉̹̀͂̓́͐͑͛͟ḷ̶̤̫̜̗͍͉̯̙̬̀̌͊̉̾̊̌͋ĺ̴͔̭͙̭̜̂͊́̎̑̚͝͡͡ b̶̯͉̠̟̗̥̰̠̰̉̇͋̆̽̓̕͘͡è̶̡̙̘̹̻̺̘̈̏̀́͐̚͞ a̷̢̭͈̤͚̙̔̏̆̆̊͢ḻ̛͚̥̙̱̲̍̀̏͌͛̆̊r̢̢̮͓̱̦̫̊̓̓̀̃͂̾̊͞i͎̘͍͉̙̍̊̈͆̆̎͗͗̇̕͟ġ̢̧̧̛̞̜͚̮͔̩̀̈͒̊͛h̴̨̭̫̼̮̽͒̑̈̆͛͛͞ͅṯ̴̩̹̱̠͓̟͉̂͌͊̂̕͠.̤͔͚̲̬͚̟́̾̉͛͘͢ )

[erbier]

[ Y can hear them, fussing and muttering behind her. She doesn't turn to eye them, but she listens. Saffron hasn't said a word in a long while now, but they keep talking to her. Trying to coax her out of whatever the fuck is happening: Hey, we're out. You can stop.

Something less immediately obvious than Nose Bleed's creatures. Did that mean the other two had some tricks up their sleeves as well? What were they then? Fucked up experiments, new evolution of mankind, aliens? She itches to know, but they're coming up on the checkpoint. She gives one last look over her shoulder, reminding these crazy cry babies that they need to hold their shit together just long enough to get back on the tram, and quickly before the chaos they've left behind them reaches ears here.

The process of the checkpoint is familiar now, and if the organic guards recognize them they think nothing beyond the idea that their transfers were finalized. They do, however, give the group a once over. The girl still looks like she might throw up any moment, and the guard asks without interest, ]

What's wrong with her.

[ And Y grins, her sideways knowledgeable smile. ]

First timer. She'll get used to the system in no time.

[ The guard scoffs, both at Y's cockiness and the supposed 'new convict' and what he quite honestly deems a pathetic reaction. He loses all interest from there, going back to his post while the bots finish their interface.

Everything clicks through, a little tune of acknowledgement and their hijacked security droids leads them back to the train... Y gives a jaunty little wave to the guards, playing the part of any smart ass who has been in and out of the cells too many times.

And they board the train. ]