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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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sultana
2010-06-24 04:19 am UTC (link)

Joss had taken off when the doors opened, pushing the other women as she got at their heels. Her shoes had been left in the cell, but she didn't care about the cold cement under her feet or the snow once they hit the streets. She paused for a moment, outside of the doors, inhaling the night air, before following the group. Her feet slapped against the ground, uneven and awkward, but it didn't matter.

Badr pressed in the back of her mind, urging her to look around and take in the sights. Joss ignored her, simply keeping on - pushing past, until she was off down a sidestreet and on her own. Her usual drive for attention wasn't as strong - the only thing that mattered was getting away from the jail. Later, she'd return to her senses.

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clowning
2010-06-24 05:56 am UTC (link)

After glancing to and fro to his escape-mates, he took that sound advice and ran. To where, or to what, was as yet obscure and unrelentingly mysterious. He mentally spun around psychically blindfolded and merely chose a direction. Did it matter at all where he would head? He could go back to the hotel he'd gotten himself... that had of course been far and nice enough away from where he'd gotten arrested and inevitably jailed. Only to become a fugitive. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to go back there after all. Would they know his name?

No one knows my name!

Without much more convincing, he took metaphorical escape route three. All in.

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