Planning her escape had been difficult, and she knew it would be. That's why it had taken so long. These things, they couldn't be rushed. While she might not have known that before, he did, and as much as Tawny was itching to get the fuck out of there from day one, he made her wait until he was good and ready. Patience really was a virtue. Speeding would get you killed. Or worse. Caught. That was the one thing both of them agreed on. They didn't want to be caught again.
So she waited, and he waited, and then an opportunity presented itself. A night guard with... bowel issues. Every five minutes, the guy was running to the bathroom and staying longer every trip. Tawny would've felt bad if it hadn't been so funny. She'd broken the lock on her bedroom door weeks before, so after that it was only a matter of sneaking out, snaking the keys the guard left behind, and letting herself out. When all was said and done and she was walking in the moonlight a free woman, she was almost disappointed. That had been too easy, hadn't it? But then again, Aurora San Diego? Not exactly Arkham. The people locked in there weren't criminally insane, they just had issues. No one really expected them to escape; they just locked the doors for their own safety or some shit. Well, whatever. She was out now. No fucking way she was ever going back.
She hitched a ride to San Diego State without even thinking about it. The guy who picked her up was weird, but that didn't bother her. She was weirder. And once he saw what she was wearing, he knew better than to try anything. Crazy people. Who knew what they'd do to you if you barely just glanced at them the wrong way? Yeah, it was better to take her where she wanted to go and leave her there, no questions asked. Tawny could tell he was a coward. Any other girl, he would've tried something with, but not with her. She was too scary.
Breaking into the dorm turned out to be more of a challenge, ironically enough, but for all its paranoia, the school still hadn't coughed up enough dough to Tawny-proof the freshman dorms. This wasn't the first time she'd broken in here, and it wouldn't be the last. Before she'd lost her ID and her keys and hadn't had a choice, now she was just doing it for fun. Why not, right? This shit she was doing tonight, somebody had to know how fucking awesome it was. Unfortunately, the only person she could tell was Holly.
As she picked the lock to her sister's room, she scoffed. Fucking Holly. She was probably out partying, and on a school night, too. Tawny could give a shit about her sister's extracurricular activities, but she was beyond sick of everybody thinking Holly was 'the good twin' to her evil one. She wasn't. Not by a long shot. They were both equally fucked up, but but no one seemed to realize it. She didn't know if Holly was just that good at playing people or if she just didn't care enough to set them straight, but either way, it annoyed the hell out of her. One of these days, they'd know. She'd make sure of that.
She smirked to herself as she let herself in, turned on the lights, and headed straight over to Holly's closet. She was done with this loony bin uniform, and she wanted some real clothes. Holly wouldn't care. She never did. So she changed and left her discarded clothes in the middle of the room (she wouldn't be touching them again), then turned off the lights, plopped on Holly's bed, and waited. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long. The look on her sister's face when she saw her... fucking priceless.
Tawny sat up on the bed and crossed her legs, flashing Holly her best, smuggest grin. "Pepsi knife, Hols." Translation: Hey there, sis. "Mummy hair?" What's up?