plastique → bette sans souci (plastiquefreak) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-05-25 18:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | bette sans souci/plastique, open |
Who: Plastique & Open
What: Waking up free, finding clothes
When: Night, after sunset
Where: Outside a clothing store
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete
Same thing day in and day out, it had to be close to a year now. She never saw Parasite again, not after someone had shot her with that arrow. She'd waken up back in custody, once again alone, and knowing fully well the one person she thought she could trust the most had stabbed her in the back. Or expolded some of their brains, which ever term you wanted to use. Between the constant experiments and tests, to the shrink talks, to jail time, she'd pretty much lost track of how long it had been, but she knew it hadn't been a full year, she was still sixteen.
But she first became aware that something was different when she was cold, frozen even, and laying on something hard. As bad as being locked up was, it was never quite this uncomfortable. When her eyes opened, she was staring at snow. Startled, Bette pushed herself up, and looked around. She was still wearing her Belle Reve uniform, but as for the facility itself, it didn't look like Bette was anywhere near there. Last she knew, it was almost summer, so where the snow had come from was beyond her.
Turning slowly, she looked around her, confused. But that only lasted for a second. Whenever she escaped, or was let out, someone usually wanted something from her. But not this time. She was done, they would leave her alone if they were smart. First things first, she was going to have to get out of her outfit. Taking a second scan of the street, she eventually found what she was looking for.
Ten minutes later Bette was stepping through the back door of the clothing shop she had broken into, her inmate uniform replaced with a new winter outfit, the bag on her back stuffed full of a few more items. When she was outside, her turned to face the building. For a moment she just looked at it. "...no point." she said after a moment, deciding not to blow up the place.
Clutching her bag, Bette looked toward the main street, and then started in the other direction.