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This is Where Exactly?
Characters: Jeremy and Violet
Setting: Block B elevator, midday
Someone else might have fought back, but the shackles and blindfold were quite off-putting and had almost diminished Jeremy’s struggling. Really, this was unnecessary in his mind. He hadn’t gotten that far outside of the prison before they caught him. There was no need to treat him like some sort of hardened criminal. Once he was free though he raised a hand to protest finally, instead he was shoved a bag and left, not entirely alone in an elevator. An elevator he only completely figured was an elevator when it moved and he jumped slightly. It’s a stupid metal box. You’ve been in thousands. Stop acting like this is the first time. A simple mental chastising, but it worked as he opened his bag to see what was inside after casting a glance and something close to a smile at his companion.
Violet wasn't used to being treated like a crazy dangerous criminal either. She'd been in a prison(not even that long) that was minimum security, and was kind of breezy, as far as prisons went. So far as she understood, anyhow. Her first task was to look through the bag she had for her glasses, because she was blind as a bat if she wasn't wearing them. Her contacts hadn't been allowed previously, though she found the case and supplies for them along with her black framed glasses. Putting them on and immediately pushing them up the bridge of her nose, she looked over at the man who was sharing the elevator with her. She smiled, and waved, a little wiggle of her fingers. "Hellooo." she greeted.
( definitely somewhere new )
Setting: Block B elevator, midday
Someone else might have fought back, but the shackles and blindfold were quite off-putting and had almost diminished Jeremy’s struggling. Really, this was unnecessary in his mind. He hadn’t gotten that far outside of the prison before they caught him. There was no need to treat him like some sort of hardened criminal. Once he was free though he raised a hand to protest finally, instead he was shoved a bag and left, not entirely alone in an elevator. An elevator he only completely figured was an elevator when it moved and he jumped slightly. It’s a stupid metal box. You’ve been in thousands. Stop acting like this is the first time. A simple mental chastising, but it worked as he opened his bag to see what was inside after casting a glance and something close to a smile at his companion.
Violet wasn't used to being treated like a crazy dangerous criminal either. She'd been in a prison(not even that long) that was minimum security, and was kind of breezy, as far as prisons went. So far as she understood, anyhow. Her first task was to look through the bag she had for her glasses, because she was blind as a bat if she wasn't wearing them. Her contacts hadn't been allowed previously, though she found the case and supplies for them along with her black framed glasses. Putting them on and immediately pushing them up the bridge of her nose, she looked over at the man who was sharing the elevator with her. She smiled, and waved, a little wiggle of her fingers. "Hellooo." she greeted.
( definitely somewhere new )