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Bellum Letale Tempus (bellum_tempus) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-22 10:37:00

Entry tags:

plot: delta, plot: tempus

Who: Miles, Shane, Jasper, Aiden, Lone, Deirdre, Joss, and Anya. Phew!
What: Jailbreak.
Where: The jail.
When: Day 3, early morning.
Warnings: TBA
Notes: You can now feel free to get going on your threads. You can find more information in the plot post!

The people in the cells around the Bellum tenants had thinned during the day and swelled again at night, many coming in dressed in evening wear as they had, though more of them were intoxicated. The police were non-responsive to inquiries about how long it would be before they were charged.

Then three new men were thrown into the men's holding cell in the early hours of the morning on the third day of their forced visit to the 20's. Dawn was a short ways off on the morning of February 14, 1929, and a massacre that would make history had yet to happen. Not long off, though, not long at all.

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sneakingaround
2010-06-23 07:29 am UTC (link)

When the chaos subsided, Archer looked down at the others. Wrinkling his nose, he crouched beside Miles as well, expression keen and detached though he was still raging internally. Griffin had fallen to silence with anger, and really, Archer was glad for this. He didn't need a backseat driver now.

"I assume you have obtained them," he said softly, voice practiced and chilly. His gaze swept to the guards, clouding momentarily. "Unless we wish to stay and monitor their activity for the next several hours to determine the pattern in which they watch us, I would recommend that we open this door unseen."

He paused, hesitant once more about revealing his tale, but then realized that he'd much rather survive than maintain his anonymity. "If you give them to me, I can slip out that door unseen and cause a distraction that will command their attention elsewhere. During that time, you may escape." His gaze flickered to the women's cell, and he recalled the out of place redhead he had seen arrested before. "And release the women."

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clowning
2010-06-23 07:44 am UTC (link)

Although staring dreamily up at the ceiling (a trick well done always did make him intoxicated, and well, so did that cough syrup...) his attention was rather undivided. If only by a twitch of his mouth, or raise of his brows, he had acknowledged every cellmates inquiry or suggestion. When quiet had again overtaken, he'd said very softly though not in a full whisper, so as not to arouse the guards suspicions with all the psss pss psssssss, "You're a very clever man, Glasses." he had unfortunately not caught his name, but he was referring to Archer. "A man so very clever, it is as if you have psychically extracted my very thoughts, and whistled them between your lips like a poem from Kalcutta. "

He then narrowed his eyes--a pang of not trusting this man did unnerve him--but he knew he had no choice, and although upset looking, Archer seemed authentic in his logic. Archer had the kind of eyes that were unpredictable as a science experiment, but trustworthy if given a chance to be.

"You make sure our doors unlocked and I'll make sure to... wait, there's wome--" he sat up. "This is--never mind." he followed Archer's gaze.

Miles gathered the wrapped keys in his pocket and, peeking over Archer's shoulder, handed him the goods. "God speed, Glasses."

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wolfishane
2010-06-23 07:55 am UTC (link)

Shane moved toward the door, keeping an eye on the other prisoners, most of whom had gone back to talking or laying around listlessly after the show was over.

He waited by the door for Archer to hand the keys over. He could unlock it, go out, cause whatever distraction he was offering to cause, and then the rest of them could unlock the door to the women's cells adjacent to theirs. He was anxious to be rid of this place, to be elsewhere. He had the Wolf's dislike for cages, to be sure.

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wolfalone
2010-06-23 09:52 am UTC (link)

Lone had stayed back from all this deception and chaos. He wasn't a naturally deceptive being, but he knew humans were, particularly the one that spoke in riddles. Linguistic complications were extremely human, as most wolf language included more signal than sound, so quite a lot of what the madman said went right over Lone's head. When he got the keys, however, Lone decided that didn't matter much.

He came around the edge of the crowd and caught Shane by the shoulder. "Change first." It was an order, not a request. Though both men were big wolves, they'd be faster, stronger, and far better off in the cold weather that waited outside the doors. Lone stepped back, pulling at his tie and shedding his coat. He handed it to Aiden. "Give it to one of the women when you unlock their cell," he advised. Everybody got out of his way as he continued pulling off shoes, shirt and pants, and they really got out of his way when his head started to change before his socks were clear.

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arcere
2010-06-23 05:57 pm UTC (link)

Clever. Tricky and clever. Once the guards had left Aiden let his scowl return in full-force, though slightly tempered by the fact that they probably did have the keys, which meant all his earlier sarcasm and pessimism had been wasted on nobody but himself. He folded his arms across his chest and rejoined the small group as they planned their last escape.

So he could get out and make a distraction? Unseen, too? This would be something.

"The faster the better," he said, and was them handed Lone's coat, which he nearly dropped before getting a good grip on it. Oh, well ... all right, then. Aiden was ready to say more when something strange happened to Lone's face, and he clamped his teeth together again. That wasn't right. At all. And at the same time it was unbelievably interesting, or maybe that was just Van Helsing practically taking notes on his brain. He moved his gaze back to Archer. "Whatever you're doing, do it."

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sneakingaround
2010-06-23 06:08 pm UTC (link)

Glasses? Archer stared at the actor, momentarily incredulous. How could a human being be this ridiculous and still function? However, he didn't question the man. He made the executive decision to not be argumentative and to simply get along with these people until they had served their purpose. "Alright," he said to the odd man, taking the keys and straightening up. He glanced around the cell, suddenly very self-conscious. Luckily, that only lasted for a few moments, as the oldest man in their 5-person group began to undress and transform into a wolf.

"Fascinating," he thought, staring at the creature for a moment. He almost wanted to take a sample, but realized that he'd have nowhere to store it. He'd need to make a note of this man's identity in the future. For the time being, he glanced around, trying to decide which of the other three to trust with his clothing. If he didn't put it on before going outside, there was a real possibility that he'd freeze to death. He didn't trust the silly actor, and the current wolf seemed to address the one by the door as if he would do the same. That left the one saddled with the coat.

"Stand here," Archer said, resting his thin hands on the disgruntled man's shoulders and shifting so that he stood between Archer and the guards. "Listen to me carefully," he said as he began to loose his tie and shed his jacket. The jacket was neatly folded, and the tie was kept flat. "I must entrust you with my clothing. After you escape, do not lose it. I will find you to put it on after this is done." As he spoke, he began to fade away from view. Finally, he was see-through, an animated shirt and pair of glasses. He unbuttoned the shirt and loosed his pants, then removed his shoes and socks. Everything was folded nicely and left in a pile on the floor until only the glasses remained. He removed them from his face, folding them and handing them directly to the man. "Don't break them," he cautioned.

Keys in hand, Archer dragged them over the floor soundlessly, perfectly invisible. Nobody saw him slip the key gently in the lock and open the door. The door made no sound as he opened it, passing the keys off to the second wolf and whispering to him, "Wait for their confusion." With that, he silently walked past the officers and out into the small hallway outside the cells.

The hallway was fairly bare, save for a few benches and boxes of things that looked like they needed to be unpacked. There were no people, though. Glancing about, Archer picked up one end of a bench - with a great deal of effort - and subsequently dropped it. The noise echoed, arousing shouts of confusion in the officers.

"What was that?"

"I think it came from the hallway!"

Encouraged, Archer did it again, another loud sound echoing through the area. If they clustered in this area, the escapees would be able to flee out another exit before the cops grew wise. Sure enough, the small hallway flooded with cops, their batons at the ready. Smirking, Archer crouched, grabbing the ankle of one and yanking his leg out from under him. He flew to the ground, smashing headfirst into the floor. Archer suppressed a laugh and skittered about the crowd, doing it again. The hallway was an uproar of chaos and confusion as the cops tried to figure out what was happening and where the noise had come from.

He was one hell of a distraction, alright.

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