Bond. James Bond. (double_0_seven) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-24 19:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot |
Who? James Bond & Grey White
When? Backdated, Friday onwards.
Where? The Prison.
What? Cellmates get acquainted.
Rating? High for language, sexual innuendo and violence.
Status? Closed, ongoing.
It all seemed to happen in a blur. When the lock-down had started, the adrenaline had kicked in, and rather than try to escape, James had found himself moving toward the source of danger. He wanted to make the bastard pay for taking Q from him, and this was his opportunity-
But something had gone embarrassingly wrong. In no time at all, he'd found himself without a gun, without his phone, and he was being flung backwards into a cell. He stumbled, and by the time he'd found his balance again, the cell door was being slammed into place.
"Shit!" he grumbled, backing up and taking a run at it. His foot hit against the metal lock, the door shook and clanged, but it made very little difference. He frowned, his mind racing with possibilities as he sort of patted himself down to find something he could use. How had that bastard managed to remove all of his belongings from him in the blink of an eye?
It was only then that he noticed he wasn't alone in the cell. He gave the woman a curt sort of a nod, as if they had simply found themselves in a waiting room together, rather than a jail cell. There was no point in asking her for a solution.
Really, he needed something to pick the lock, but- even if he managed to get out now, he had no weapon, no plan of attack. He needed to wait for the guard to return, he needed to knock him out and get the keys-
"Do you have any gum?" he asked suddenly.