"He is way to energetic to be a prison guard. I'm gonna quickly fill the washers up and let thee place flood. You wanna help?" She asked while looking in all types of directions, making sure no cameras or voice recorders heard them.
“Hey, why not? It’s not like I’m gonna be doing anything else.” He responded, and stepped beside her.
Morrigan was still in her cell, sitting up in her cot with her back against the wall. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her fingers played with the sleeve of her uniform absentmindedly. God, I hate it here., she though, bringing her hands up and attempting to work out the tangles in her thick hair, which fell like a curtain over most of her face when she was with company but was currently parted to reveal features marred with scars and speckled with dust and grime. Just a few more weeks… Badb and Macha are probably hacking the system right now.. She cut off the thought, releasing a grunt of frustration at how utterly useless she felt, stuck here and waiting for her friends to bust her out. Today is visitation day.., she reminded herself. They'll be here with an update, and it won't be too difficult to get knock out Liam with all the security cameras down, if Badb does her job. Sighing, she leaned forward to rest her chin on her fists.
(I think she'll be a regular if that's okay? pretending to lie low?)
(ok)
Fiona sighed and sat down on the cart in the maintenance closet, she grabbed one of the books Taki recommended and started reading, waiting for either an announcement to come or for someone to come talk to her.
“Hey, why not? It’s not like I’m gonna be doing anything else.” He responded, and stepped beside her.
"Ok, cool." She said while walking towards the laundry room. "So, all you gotta do is stuff the washers as much as possible and I'll dump all the dollar tree detergent on it."
When Trevor hears Sold some drugs, killed some people, nothing that bad honestly he backs up a bit "Wow, guess we were in the same business then and you actually killed someone? Well, it was nice knowing you but I don't want to die, so sorry if I seemed rude at first" He holds his hands up defensively "So, we good?" His attitude changing drastically.
"It was more than one," Zanna shrugged. Smirking as the guy turned his attitude around, "If that was an apology than yes, 'we good.'"
Badb, Macha, Badb, Macha, Badb, Macha…… Fea… Morrigan repeated the names over and over again in her head, as if she could ever forget. Hans, David, Aella, Damian… The three names she could not say, would never say, were buried in the deepest corner of her mind. Rosemary…. Badb, Macha, Fea, David, Hans, Aella, Damian, Rosemary…. She almost brought her fingers up to trace the long tattoo traveling from the centre of her chest to the top of her collarbone, but shoved the impulse down again. She did not trail her forefinger over the tarnished ring on her right hand. She did not.
“Hey, why not? It’s not like I’m gonna be doing anything else.” He responded, and stepped beside her.
"Ok, cool." She said while walking towards the laundry room. "So, all you gotta do is stuff the washers as much as possible and I'll dump all the dollar tree detergent on it."
Christian nodded and grabbed an armful at a time and started shoveling them in the washing machines. “So, what’re you in for?” He asked, attempting to make small talk.
"Hacking government organizations and assisting in the largest jewelry heist ever. I still have the money but I can't use it since I'm in here." She said nonchalantly, dumping the large bottles of detergent everywhere. "What about you?"
He whistled. “Wow, that’s pretty big. I’m in for a couple robberies, arson, and drunk driving. It’s not my fault though, that is, the drinking. They guy at the bar was relentless with the drinks.” He shoveled one more load of clothes into the washing machine and slammed the door.
"I would've tried arson but it was too easy to get caught. You can't necessarily forget about a girl with purple hair." She dumped bleach in the clothes and turned on empty dryers. She then dumped three boxes of borax in each washing machine and turned them all one. "We gotta leave like now."
(what time are visitations?)
Chris stood up. “Right, I might try to sneak in some me time in my cell, away from those hawk-eyed guards. There’s hardly any privacy, but what’d I expect? A resort?”
Trevor laughs, trying to shake his nerves Shoot I just messed with the wrong person "Y-yea that was an apology, So where were you heading to?"
Zanna shrugged glancing around, "No where. Trying to avoid the guards."
Fed up with sitting around, Morrigan pushed herself off her cot and walked out of her cell, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders when she did. God, she hated that cell. Hated this prison. Hated life. Hated herself. She didn't know where she was going, she just wanted to escape.
(Could Mor bump into Zanna and Trevor?)
Trevor looks around. "Right of course, not suspicious at all, what are you gonna do? Take a smoke? Break out?" A slight joking tone to his voice.
Fed up with sitting around, Morrigan pushed herself off her cot and walked out of her cell, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders when she did. God, she hated that cell. Hated this prison. Hated life. Hated herself. She didn't know where she was going, she just wanted to escape.
(Could Mor bump into Zanna and Trevor?)
(yea sure, go for it)
(thanks)
Zanna rolled her eyes, slightly done with his shit. She sighed, "One, I have no cigarettes. Two, breaking out is stupid. Three. I just want to not go to fucking class."
Fiona continued to read, waiting for jobs to be done so she could go talk to people. She sighed and squeezed some water out of her hair, waiting for it to air dry as she read.
Morrigan rounded corners at random, but was careful not to bump into any guards, especially not Liam, she had memorized most of their shifts by now. She took deep, measured breaths, willing herself to stay in the background, to not be noticed.
Finn finally rolled out of his hiding spot, he was napping, and now he was ready to go back to being the refined person he loved to be.
Fiona continued to read and checked the rag in the door, hoping no one accidentally took it or opened the door to put it away.