Jolyne Kujo (jolyne) wrote in antecedents, @ 2009-11-12 04:07:00 |
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"FE40536 ... Sorry about yesterday, but I already told you not touch the bars. Those are the rules"
"... I let go. But you still hit me twice..."
"Oh? What did I hear you say?"
"Nothing. What do you want with me?"
"There's someone here to visit you. Stand up; I'll put these handcuffs on you."
"...!"
Jolyne was stunned by what she'd heard. She'd been at Green Dolphin prison for nearly four months now with no communication from anyone on the outside since. The last prison she'd been at, they were much more lenient about allowing phone calls and visitors; she was able to hear from her mother two hours each month. That contact had been precious to Jolyne-- by this point in time, the only friend she had in the world was her mother. Her mother, who was terribly troubled by the fate who had befallen her daughter, who'd believed from the beginning that she was innocent, just misguided. Jolyne used half of their visits just reassuring the woman that she was fine, to not worry about her, that she was getting along well with others. The fact of the matter was far from that-- no one made friends in places like these, although that didn't become as pronounced a fact to Jolyne until she was transferred to Green Dolphin.
Two kinds of people existed in GD. The manipulators, and the manipulated. And while maybe Jolyne's attitude had kept anyone from bothering too much in the last place she'd been staying at, she'd become one of the manipulated at this place. By the guards, who always seemed to be making up new rules for the inmates to follow as an excuse to abuse them when they weren't adhered to; by her fellow in-mates, real big-time criminals, most who weren't even mentally 'all there'; but worst of all, by her room mate, Guess. Guess had finally been the start of Jolyne's turning point, from manipulated to manipulator. Though, she really hadn't liked the idea of becoming like those who'd treated her so cruelly, and so rather than making up for how she'd physically and emotionally hurt her, she'd made it clear that woman was to just keep out of her way at all times.
And with this inexplicable, newly developed power of hers, which had proven itself to be stronger than Guess', the other woman was in no place to argue.
All in all, she didn't know how she was going to sugar-coat her stay here for her mother, like she'd been able to before. Jolyne naturally assumed the visitor would be her mother-- who else? She'd given up on it being her father years ago, knowing that if he hadn't shown up then, he wasn't going to show now. Which was, you know, fine. This wasn't exactly the place for a reunion. "Look what a giant mess I've gotten myself into. Didn't I grow up so well without you?" Well, part of her still would of been fine making the point she hadn't, just so he could feel as guilty for it as he should of. But that was a lost cause of a thought too; he hadn't come to see her when she was practically on her deathbed as a child. Why would he feel, on top of paternal, guilty now?
So. Her mother. The guard said he had 'no idea' who it was, wouldn't even confirm the gender to her, but Jolyne was 99% sure. As she was escorted to the room where visitors were allowed, her thin wrists bound by silver handcuffs, she thought about what she'd say. "The food's great, mom!" Except, how could she even say that with a straight face? Some days she didn't even get to taste it, the guards making up another one of those imaginary rules to keep her from getting any; she guessed the only joy someone working in a joyless position like that would get would come from fucking with other people like that.
Maybe she could talk about what she'd been doing since she arrived. "What's new? Well, you know that 'gift' dad told you to give me? It gave me these jacked-up powers where my body starts to unwravel like string. And I think it gave my room mate powers too, except she can make people shrink. What's that look for? I swear I haven't snuck any pot in, that was just the one time."
She decided she'd ask her about how she'd been. That was definitely the safest topic here.
"Stand there on the foot-prints," the guard instructed her, when they reached their destination. "You have thirty minutes. You can hold hands, but no kissing or stripping. I have to inspect things for you before you get them. And no foreign languages--the conversation will be recorded. Now stand there, until the door opens."
The guard exited the room at that, the door locking behind them. Another, separate door would release in a moment, the one that her visitor was waiting in. Weird, Jolyne thought. Those instructions she'd been given seemed to suggest there'd be a male visitor. But then, there were more than a handful of women in this prison that were dykes, so maybe not. At this point, anyone who wasn't someone from this place would be a welcome sight to Jolyne, but (God) she really, really did want it to be her mother. She heard the click of the door's electronic lock release. She took in an apprehensive breath as it slid away into the wall, revealing a silhouette standing in the dimly lit room. It was...
The ground fell out from beneath her feet.
"What the--?!"
Falling a couple of feet, Jolyne roughly collapsed atop pavement.
"Oww...!" Gritting her teeth, she rubbed at her cheek, a somewhat awkward movement with the handcuffs still restraining her movements. She brushed off some gravel from it with the back of her hand.
Why was there gravel?
Suddenly, there came a loud honking, and squinting, the luminance from a pair of headlights was cast upon her face. Headlights?! With quick reflexes, she rolled to the side, just barely avoiding becoming a beat up Chevrolet's speed bump. With wide eyes, the girl watched it just continue on it's way, not even checking to see if she'd been hurt.
"...Fuck you!" she called after the retreating vehicle, before it disappeared around a corner. Geez, she really couldn't catch a break as of late, could she? She sat herself up after that, attempting to assess her surroundings once she had. Uninviting looking buildings were lined along the street she'd ended up practically in the middle of, probably some time around seven or eight...
The details suddenly escaped her, in place of the realization she was outside Outside! She hadn't been outside-- the prison yard didn't count-- in over a year and a half. But how was that possible? Just a moment ago, she'd been inside Green Dolphin, which was maximum security. No one got out of that place-- no one, they could of contained Houdini there. Was it possible...someone had powers, like her and Guess? Someone who could do something like this? But if that was so, why would they want to help her out?
On second thought, did she really care?
A short time later, Jolyne was on her feet, and made short work of removing what was pretty much a flashing sign to anyone who passed her by which read: 'hey, escaped prisoner right here'. Summoning the string from her index finger, she had it slip into the key lock for the handcuffs. Lock-picking was a skill she only had the most basic of ability in, but her power had already proven itself to possess some amazing precision, and she could feel each tiny little gear inside. It still freaked her out... but when it popped the handcuffs off her hand, she certainly wasn't complaining for having the ability.
She ditched the cuffs, and her prisoner shirt in a nearby dumpster-- she'd always worn her spider web pattern halter-top underneath it, and though she was a little bit chillier without the long sleeves, she wasn't going to complain about that, either.
Now to figure out: where the hell was she? Green Dolphin was located in Florida, but she didn't know much about Florida's cities. And who was to say she was in Florida still, anyway? If someone's equally freaky powers had brought her here, she could be in Timbuktu for all she knew. With that in mind, she narrowed down what her priorities for plan of immediate action were.
Her stomach grumbled, casting it's vote in the consideration.
Food-- food that wasn't basically gray mush sounded awesome. At another time, Jolyne might of had some money to spare hidden in one of her hair-buns to fund this endeavor-- but she'd spent her last $20 last week on basic toiletries (nothing was just given to them). Which meant she'd have to find another way to procure some money.
With the sentence she'd been given, Jolyne had planned to quit it with the illegal activity after she got out. There was a difference between a thrill-seeking call for attention, and being a stupid idiot. Plus, she'd already gotten the picture she'd been forwarding all of her calls to a disconnected number all this time anyway. Back at the last prison she'd been at, she planned to apply for university as soon as she was released, be a-- well, maybe not 'good', but a decent girl henceforth. That was before her sentence was denied any chance of early appeal, and she'd received the transfer. Now, the idea of going to school once she was released-- when she was 31 years old-- didn't exactly have the same appealing ring to it. Either way, she didn't want to end up in there ever again.
But she'd never expected this to happen either, and the idea of sleeping out here tonight with an empty stomach wasn't winning out in her mind. Additionally, she already had an idea in mind for how to do this without getting caught. Once she'd turned onto a street that seemed somewhat occupied--but not too busy-- she turned off into one of the alleyways.
Pressed against one of the walls, her body was concealed in shadow. All she had to do was to wait for the sidewalk to look empty enough, wait for someone on their own to pass by, and then she could use her 'string' to procure herself some money from whoever's back pocket she happened to come across. She'd already learned that no one could see her power but other people who had them, and Guess was the only other person she'd met who could. The odds were definitely in her favor.