Who: St. John Allerdyce (Open to Reaction from Regan Wyngarde) NPCs: — When: Dec. 27, 2013 (in Australia!) Where: Australian prison What: John leaves a message for his visitor from the other week. Rating: PG
John was mulling over this for awhile and knew that the time came for a decision. The conversation sat with him, the number memorized and the reality of his situation became perfectly clear to him. While he'd spent some time freaking out silently over remaining in jail for the rest of his life, nobody came. His own goddamn team was leaving him in Australia to rot in a jail cell and they didn't even try to contact him. He had their back and they deserted him. He was alone and nobody gave a damn.
Though it appeared that some did. Why was it the only people who seemed to actually bother helping him were the ones that he fought before? The more rational part of John said that it was because they wanted to use him for information. He wasn't a complete idiot. But still, go with people that wanted to get him out and maybe give them information about people that abandoned John the way they did. Maybe some day he'd regret the decision he was about to make, but right now he felt justified.
John had a phone call available to him, he said he was going to use it for his lawyer. They gave him the phone and he dialed the number from before. The one from the woman that came to see him. It went to voice mail and John simply said, "Get me out of here." And then he hung up. It would be clear enough and certainly not too surprising given John's temperament and clear desire to be out of jail. He hung up the phone with a loud noise and then was escorted back to his cell.
The door closed behind him and John stared at the wall. The wall stood before him and was as bare as the day he arrived. He was looking forward to never seeing it again. If the people from Genosha was good on their word, he'd give them everyone they wanted and more.