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Tweak says, "He's All I Want"

Maddie Rhoades (maddierhoades) wrote in oblivionrp,
@ 2009-06-30 16:54:00

Entry tags:

billie, billie and maddie, maddie

Breakout!
Who: Maddie and Billie
Where: Holding Room
When: Late night
Moar: Language, Violence, very likely blood

Okay, and she thought walking around this ship of doom for hours was boring. At least she could flirt with Matt on patrol. The gal who'd attacked some girl in the diner yesterday was about as good for conversation as a wall. A wall that glared at a body like a cat who's tail had been trod on. Really, if looks could kill, some of the ones Maddie had gotten from her would have her dead, buried and the daisies already growing on her grave.

Boring and hostile at the same time. Only on this fucking doomship, she swore.

Still, the gal was a person and she didn't have much to do but glare at her jailers. Captain Lucky Charms had said she weren't talking, and she sure as hell wasn't talking to Maddie at all. And she'd been there a few hours.

"You want some water or somethin' to eat?" she asked. Really, it weren't like she was being starved for information. They hadn't resorted to anything that drastic.

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b4berzerk
2009-07-05 08:05 pm UTC (link)

Billie had come down on the catatonia. Especially since she had been successful in not outing both of them, or either of them really. But she was still wired, still riled up and she liked incarceration almost as much as anyone. Which was not at all.

She wasn't thirsty, and she wasn't drunk. But the tiniest possibility of escape presented itself when they asked about this kind of thing, and Billie knew about this all too well.

Not wanting to look too excited, Billie simply nodded, looking down to her feet. And getting ready to burst.

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maddierhoades
2009-07-05 08:23 pm UTC (link)

Well hell, the gal had actually looked at her and nodded. "Sure thing," she agreed, going over to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water.

She held it out to the woman. "Here you go, sugar," she said. She wasn't really worried about getting too close. The gal were handcuffed and she was armed. Not to mention she had about seven inches on the woman and likely quite a big of muscle. This little thing wasn't much a threat to her.

Or so she thought.

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