Being set free for the sake of the game was exactly what Simms had been hoping for. He'd been waiting for the day when they would finally wake up elsewhere, and he would be outside his cell, and finally, today was the day where he woke up elsewhere... inside a different cell. "Thanks a fucking lot," he grumbled to whatever camera he was sure was watching him as he groaned and pushed himself up on his new cot. Another old police station. At least it was kind of familiar, and not in the dark.
He stretched his arms over his head and felt the weight of something on his shirt. Well, not his shirt, it turned out, but his wardrobe wasn't the important thing. He pulled the envelope off and read, for a moment liking the idea of having an assignment. It was something to do, after all. Except, it turned out, his backstory was just about the same. Tried to rape Juno, now locked in a cell. Just now it was set in the 50s, where it shouldn't even matter what Juno had to say about it because the racism was written right into the storyline. He might be able to use that, but he wasn't sure anyone would be that committed to character.
Oh, but he was apparently married to Lila. That was interesting. With a ring and everything.
He set the packet of information down on the cot and approached the bars of his latest jail cell, scanning the rest of the room to see what he was in for now. It was a downgrade from the room in the basement, but the change of scenery was nice. His warden, it appeared, was the same as well.
Simms cleared his throat and smiled, taking a quick look down at the watch that added up his points before returning to watching Owen approach. He wasn't sure how good of an actor he was, but he was a decent liar, which probably counted. It wasn't like they'd fabricated a new personality for him, after all.
His grin grew as he spotted Owen's badge. "Well, looks like the sheriff's here," he laughed. "This is a hell of a thing they've thrown us into, huh, Sheriff?"