RP: Savannah, Marty Who: Savannah, Marty Where: Marty's room When: December 10, 2010 Summary: Savannah can't even kill herself properly
Savannah wasn't stupid. Sure, people thought that she was naive, and she was. She could recognize that, but she wasn't stupid. So after talking to Deeks, she had run around, made sure to see where all the cameras were, checking the lock, a dry run that wouldn't look so strange if they were looking at her.
Today, she went about her day normally, but her mind was on what she was going to do. After lunch, she decided to take a long bath. She shaved and fixed her brows, and then she put her uniform on. She would do things right, and that required her uniform. She began her run, making sure to be seen in some point and not in others, as she made her way up to the last floor.
The door had a simple emergency opening, and she got on the roof. She had studied the downstairs as well. She would jump where there were no cameras, because she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing this. They could deal with their own issues after they found her. This was for her and her freedom and not for them. She raised herself on the edge and looked down. It was far, so far that she could barely see down there, but that was better, because she might change her mind if she saw people.
She wondered why people wrote notes. She might have if she had anyone to write to, but what was she going to say? Hetty, I hope you die buried in paperwork. Marty, I don't even know you're real name, but thank you for showing me the way. No, all of that seemed superfluous. No, no notes were needed, just courage. Savannah took a deep breath and opened her arms. "One last jump," she told her self, before leaning forward, letting herself fall into the air.
Her heart raced faster as her body moved quicker through the air, the ground becoming clearer in front of her. So fast, and yet, it seemed an eternity and she didn't want to die, not really, she wanted to live and be free, but she was taken that away, but death was still not what she wanted, it was so final and wrong and the ground was getting closer, she could see the bushes and the grass. Almost there, almost and then--
Savannah was alive. She didn't know how that happened. No, she knew that, but it was impossible. She had turned into water. WATER! She had splashed, literally splashed. She turned into water. She was also about to hyperventilate, she was sure of that. What was she supposed to do, who was she supposed to tell? She couldn't tell Hetty, no, the woman was a bitch. No, there had to be someone else... God, was she even thinking it? Of course she was because there was no one else.
She tried to avoid as many cameras as possible, letting them wonder how she got from upstairs to outside, as she returned into the building and thank heaven's for the fact that she knew where everyone was sleeping. She made sure to know so she could avoid them, except now she was banging loudly at his door, hoping that the man was in and could do-- she wasn't sure about that part yet, but she'd figure it out.