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Cora Meyers∞Alan-a-Dale (notbeingfunny) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2011-10-29 15:17:00

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cora meyers, jamie loran, riley o'connell

WHO: Cora Meyers with a small appearance by Jamie Loran (And any other prisoners if they'd like to jump in)
WHAT: Cora's in a cell. She's not a fan.
WHEN: Backdated to Monday, October 24th.
WHERE: The Resistance
WARNINGS: Language!

Cora refused to be a stereotypical prisoner. There were no ticks on the cell wall counting off the amount of days she'd been there, or crying and pleading to be released. She wasn't attempting some ill-planned attempt at cutting through the walls with a piece of wire she miraculously found--mostly because she hadn't miraculously found shit. No, for the most part she was refusing those things, and at the moment she was somewhat regretting it. She'd lost track of how many days she'd been sitting in that damned place, waiting for a chance at escape.

And that was just it. She was waiting. There wasn't a feeling of hopelessness many people got when stuck in prison. She knew all about that. She'd seen it first hand several times; childhood friends locked away in jail suddenly repenting for their past crimes through tears and Jesus. It was bullshit. None of that goody-goody shit would have happened if they hadn't been caught, so in her mind it was all fake.

Now, though, she was understanding it a little bit. When you were stuck in a cell with nothing to do for so long? It was easy to try to cure boredom with religion. She wasn't going to, but she could at least understand it. The boredom was practically killing her. So of course, she had to find her own fun.

"Out of all the big, bad blood in the Resistance, they got some skinny blonde girl to watch us? I'm almost insulted." Cora scoffed, pulling herself closer to the bars. In her head, Alan was snickering. He wasn't exactly one to scold her over starting trouble. "I could snap you in half with my goddamn pinky."

The blonde girl smirked, barely shifting from her perch against the wall. Her eyes found Cora's, and she shrugged. "Guess they don't think much of your toughness, chick. I'll file a formal complaint to my boss on your behalf when I'm off-duty."

An attitude. Cora could get down with that if the two girls were on the same side. It was too bad that she was probably going to have to kick her ass in order to get out of there. "You do that. Let him know I ain't some small fry bitch. While you're at it, let him know my ass is hungry."

Blondie chuckled, and Cora settled back against the rough wall. Yeah, when she got out of there, maybe she'd spare her.

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fullofarrows
2011-10-30 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Riley and the others had been here for almost three weeks. Three weeks. She knew because she'd been counting, it was the only way to keep her sane. Or, sane-ish.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE OR I'LL STICK YOU ALL FULL OF ARROWS. YES, EVEN THOSE PLACES WHERE THE SUN DOESN'T SHINE."

She'd been shouting variations of that threat for about as long as they'd been in here, and she wasn't done yet. Not until she got out of this hell hole, however that was going to happen. So far most days had either been spent in the quiet solitude of her own mind where Robin helped her cope, or doing exactly what she was doing now. Wrapping her hands around the bars that had been keeping her in this dank cell, and shouting out at anyone who could hear her.

At first it had just been for kicks. Mouthing off every day to whichever guard was on duty, just to see how long it would take for them to crack. After three weeks, it wasn't really a game anymore, and it was Riley who was the one that seemed to be cracking. Sometimes she shouted until her voice had grown hoarse, but today, she just couldn't take it. After a couple shouts she shrieked in frustration and hit the bars with her fists before collapsing back onto the floor. Robin didn't do well in captivity, not when Marian was out there somewhere on the other side of it. Apparently Riley wasn't doing so well with it either.

"Come on, Brady. You're a total ass but please hear me." Just like the last Robin Hood reincarnate, she had no qualms with talking and/or mumbling to herself. She squeezed her eyes shut and didn't move from where she now sat on the floor, burying her hands in her hair and bowing her head for a moment while she tried to collect her thoughts. "Ugh. What good is a soul mate if you don't have some kind of freaky psychic link?!"

She barely heard Cora in the next cell talking trash to the current guard on duty, or she might have chimed in. As it were, she was still trying to reach Brady through telepathic abilities that she didn't actually have. ... They seriously needed to get out of here.

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notbeingfunny
2011-11-02 01:29 am UTC (link)

The death threats and threats of violence and arrows were nothing new. Cora had heard Riley threaten people for much less than imprisonment, and after however many days they'd been locked up, it was a wonder there wasn't more screaming. Especially considering they weren't staying in more hospitable conditions. These bitches just didn't understand how much hurt they were bringing on themselves making Cora and Riley miss out on their goddamn lives like this.

Cora offered the blonde girl a shrug when she got a questioning look about Riley, her lips curling into a proud smirk. That was her best friend, bitches, making the security guard uncomfortable. "Don't look at me, Skinny Jeans. I ain't her keeper."

Cora flipped the guard off lazily and adjusted her position so that her back was pressed against the shared wall of hers and Riley's cell. "Psst. Hood. I think your ass might be losing it a little bit. Don't let the bitches make you crazy."

Blondie let out a low breath and closed her eyes as though she were trying to keep her patience. Cora'd seen it so many times before, particularly when people were dealing with her, or Riley, or the two of them together. Cora just gave her a sarcastic smile and kicked at the bar with the heel of her foot. "Y'all should just let us the fuck out of this joint. It ain't like you fools are gonna keep us here forever."

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fullofarrows
2011-11-03 04:33 pm UTC (link)

"You think?" Riley's muffled voice cracked from where her face was still buried in her lap, rubbing at her temples for absolutely no reason at all since that never did any good. She had to get out of here. She'd never exactly been claustrophobic, but these walls really seemed like they were starting to close in on her now. Yes, she realized just how crazy that sounded, but you try being locked up in one cell for almost a month and see if you don't go a little crazy too.

All she could think about was getting out of here and seeing Brady again, and not dying in the process. Robin was always lucky enough to escape in the nick of time whenever he was taken captive, but this wasn't some shoddily made jail cell in Nottingham and their jailers were probably a lot smarter than the Sheriff. Riley had a sinking feeling that they might not be so lucky this time. And considering how the last reincarnate of Robin Hood had apparently died horribly at these same people's hands? The red head was practically clawing at her skin trying to find a way out of here now.

After a few seconds of all but screaming inside of her own head, Riley finally groaned and raised herself up to scoot herself over to the same wall and lean against her side of it. She tilted her head at an angle like she might have if she could actually see Cora next to her instead of on the other side of the wall, grinning a little despite herself. "Just like old times, eh Dale?"

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