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thecapitol2014-08-09 06:38 am
the_marshal) wrote in thecapitol2014-08-09 06:38 am
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Mouths are dry, hands are tied.
WHO| Venus, Wyatt, and later Max
WHAT| Jailbreak fail.
WHERE| Capitol Jailhouse
WHEN| During the appropriate jailbreak time.
Warnings/Notes| Torture and talk of such, including branding. Suicidal thoughts and talk of such. Swearing. Possible (likely) blood and gore. Basically... terrible things, okay?
Wyatt had hoped. He had dreamed.
Of course he had, and of course he had planned for success. He'd carefully packed away the few belongings he thought they would miss (his tokens, Max's little figures...), and took them to the Speakeasy. Asking them to hold them until he returned.
When his communicator had beeped, the now familiar star bursting onto the screen, he'd left Ferox with an Avox, telling him to take the cat for a walk that night, near the Speakeasy.
He'd planned. He'd hoped. He'd dreamed.
But, truthfully, he'd never really expected to succeed. Had accepted, that they likely wouldn't - not just the three of them (himself, Venus, and Max) - where a whole district had failed.
So when started to come down around them: the alarm screaming, the light blotting everything in white, he couldn't say he was unprepared. He couldn't say he was hoping to turn it around.
He just wanted, then, to give them reason enough to take him where Max was.
To maybe, if he was lucky, give Venus opportunity enough to run.
WHAT| Jailbreak fail.
WHERE| Capitol Jailhouse
WHEN| During the appropriate jailbreak time.
Warnings/Notes| Torture and talk of such, including branding. Suicidal thoughts and talk of such. Swearing. Possible (likely) blood and gore. Basically... terrible things, okay?
Wyatt had hoped. He had dreamed.
Of course he had, and of course he had planned for success. He'd carefully packed away the few belongings he thought they would miss (his tokens, Max's little figures...), and took them to the Speakeasy. Asking them to hold them until he returned.
When his communicator had beeped, the now familiar star bursting onto the screen, he'd left Ferox with an Avox, telling him to take the cat for a walk that night, near the Speakeasy.
He'd planned. He'd hoped. He'd dreamed.
But, truthfully, he'd never really expected to succeed. Had accepted, that they likely wouldn't - not just the three of them (himself, Venus, and Max) - where a whole district had failed.
So when started to come down around them: the alarm screaming, the light blotting everything in white, he couldn't say he was unprepared. He couldn't say he was hoping to turn it around.
He just wanted, then, to give them reason enough to take him where Max was.
To maybe, if he was lucky, give Venus opportunity enough to run.
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"I'd have come sooner," he said lowly. "But they wouldn't tell us nothin'. Not where ya were, if they were gunna let'cha go, not even if ya were still alive."
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Her wrists are bloody from the cuffs, from struggling against them. She has red bracelets of weeping lacerations. She pulls up her shirt slightly and notes the broken skin where she was kicked particularly hard in the stomach.
She's sure it won't be the last time. There'll be more soon.
"They can't kill me. I'm too pretty." She means it as a joke but her laughter turns into an earnest sob at the end, at realizing how false that is now that they've mauled her so.