Phoenix Altair Schwartz || Sirius Black (choosetoact) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2018-01-15 01:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | phoenix schwartz, rowan stark, wyatt turner |
Who: Phoenix Schwartz, Wyatt Turner & Rowan Stark
Where: Riker’s Island then their apartment in the Bronx
When: January 14th, evening
What: JAILBREAK!!! Oh, and injuries.
Ever since Wyatt and Rowan had visited just before Halloween spending his time in prison had been much easier. Even considering the added anxiety that having a contraband phone caused, though he’d managed to find a place to stash it where no one seemed to be looking with any regularity. Still, he wasn’t enjoying it by any stretch of the imagination, the majority of the prisoners still hated him and they did their level best to remind him of that fact with frequent confrontations, but knowing he had his friend’s support made it all easier to live with. Rowan, in a complete departure from normalcy, had been the one to actually attempt a jailbreak by smuggling in his wand. It was a terrible idea which Phoenix might have taken him up on if Wyatt hadn’t been there to put on his big boy pants and act like the only adult in the room. He was thankful for that, he didn’t want his friends implicated in his eventual escape; an eventuality now that he’d figured out who had orchestrated this whole mess because it inevitably wouldn’t be as easy as pleading his own innocence. Adrienne had it in for him, that much was clear, she was just going about it sideways because she didn’t want the game to end just yet. That’s why she’d left Shadow dead on his desk, and why she’d gone after his latest fling rather than going straight for him. She might be crazier than a sack of rabid weasels but that didn’t mean he should underestimate her, which was exactly what he had been doing.
Once he was out of here he’d figure out what he was going to do. It probably involved going on the run until he could track down Adrienne and stop her once and for all. At least with her out of the way he’d feel marginally better about whatever happened to himself, and safer about leaving his friends alone. To do that though, he needed to not be behind bars anymore. For the past few months he’d been practicing wandless magic. Just little things here and there, generally after lights out or when he was sure no one would be watching him, which wasn’t very often. Without a wand to focus his energies though, it was harder than he would have hoped for. The first few tries of Lumos and there had barely been a flicker of light. After that, he’d managed a kind of diffused glow around his hands which he’d had to shut off pretty quickly as he heard footsteps coming along the hallway toward his cell. With hands stuffed guiltily into his blanket he hoped no one figured out what he was trying to do. Sirius had had a few tips on getting it to work, but he had to admit that he found it difficult to concentrate fully on the task at hand when he was convinced that someone would find him before he got further than the simple spells and locked him up somewhere specifically for reincarnates.
It got easier though. After all, he didn’t have anything else that he was putting any effort into. All he wanted to do was get out of Riker’s Island, then everything after that he’d worry about when it came up. If it came up. Adrienne had been on his mind since he’d figured out she was the mastermind behind his incarceration. He needed to get out as much to make sure he was there to protect his friends as he did to have words with her. Very specific words. He wouldn’t even mind if they included ‘Avada Kedavra’, since he’d already been imprisoned for one murder. Might as well make it official. But the fact remained that he needed to get out. When she’d contacted him a few weeks previously he’d been stupid enough to immediately insult her, and his mind kept dwelling on this fact. He was fairly sure Rowan and Wyatt would have been thorough when they changed the wards around their apartment, and they’d probably even been sensible enough to stay somewhere else, but he still couldn’t help feeling that they’d bear the brunt of any repercussions. It wasn’t like she had easy access to Phoenix anymore. Actually, she probably did, but only to kill him, and he got the impression that she wasn’t finished playing with him yet. Adrienne really seemed to be enjoying her psychological torture a little more than was necessary. Phoenix wasn’t all that surprised. It had worked so well last time.
Getting out before she could make her next move was kind of a priority now. He had a better handle on the hand gestures he needed for what he wanted to do and he wasn’t messing up spells every time he attempted them now. All in all, if this went wrong and he didn’t get anywhere he at least had a handle on wandless spells now. They had the potential of making a life of incarceration significantly easier. But that was defeat talking before he’d even had a chance to give this a go and he only had the one chance. Disapparition wasn’t exactly subtle. He waited for late evening, after everyone was back in their cells and the first check of the night had been completed. Then, seated on his bunk, his back pressed against the wall, he closed his eyes and summoned as clear a picture of his apartment living room as he could into his mind’s eye. His breathing slowed as he focused, recalling the details of the couch and the bookcases, the little white ornament he’d found in a thrift store one time and no one could decide what it was, so he’d left it out in full view on the windowsill mostly because no one appreciated it, then with a complicated gesture and a resounding crack, he disapparated.
Miraculously he apparated into the room he had pictured, and tumbled unceremoniously to the floor. The couch wasn’t where he had expected it to be. As soon as he got over that shock he realized he was in much more pain than he had expected to be. And his clothing was staining a reddish-brown color around his left side. It felt damp.
“Fucking Merlin!” Phoenix yelled rolling over and starting to crawl toward the bathroom. He needed to stem the bleeding and check out how much of himself he’d left behind. He made it about a foot before he had to stop again, gingerly wrapping his right arm around his ribcage which elicited a muffled scream, only muffled because he was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood from there too. Yeah, okay, way more pain than he’d imagined being in at this point.