Realistic or Modern A city of Antagonists

[Scaddox]

Hey there you guilty bastard!


Actually, we're all innocent in prison, aren't we? Anyways, welcome to Mirror Lake Penitentiary. As you can tell, you've screwed up, big. You're a criminal, friend, and there's nothing for us but a life of crime now.


I tell you what though, I've got something to tell you. Up here at Mirror Lake, there's nothing for us, but, if we get out of this hellhole and manage to get.. say... underneath a leaving garbage truck... we'll be home free and back in the city.


We've got a guy coming up with the actual plan. If you're up for getting back out there you get to cell 67 at 4:00pm.


Good? Good.

 

[Scaddox]

3:52pm, ventilation above cell 67, Mirror Lake Penitentiary.


Adam finished loosening the grate before placing the makeshift bomb above cell 66, moving back and replacing the grate before slipping back into his cell. He glued a fake plastic cover to the hole before a guard managed to pass by his cell. He ripped his mattress open, grabbing the detonator and silenced pistol from inside before placing them in his back pocket. He checked his watch.


3:54pm. They would be here soon for the plan.

 

[Carpe Noctem]

"Hey, you. This cell 67, right? You're Adam?" Carly asked, leaning against the cell door.


The guards had definatley questioned how she was out of her cell and where she was going, but she'd had ways to make them turn a blind eye. She wanted to hear this Adam fella out. She'd only been stuck in this hell of a prison for a month, and she was clamoring for an exit. God, a girl makes one mistake. One mistake... or two... or five.


She looked Adam up and down, sizing him up. Alright. Good enough looking. The sort of handsome, dark, homicidal type. She could work with handsome, dark, and homicidal. She fit under two of those categories herself, anyway.


"I'm here to blow this popsicle stand. Mind lettin' me in?"

 

[Scaddox]

Adam looked at the girl and spoke relatively quietly, albeit loud enough for her to hear.


"Carly Nightingale, you've been here twenty seven days after receiving a twelve year sentence for causing the death of seventy three year old Daniel Falton while drunk driving. Drugs were also found on the scene. You're twenty-two and your PIN number is 8328. Am I correct in all this?"


He asked, no emotion in his voice. However, he did smile when mentioning the man's death.





@Carpe Noctem

 

[Shadow]

64, 65, 66......Dennis counted down the cell numbers until he found cell 67. Freedom was just around the corner, or at least, it should be. The thought that this was a set-up had obviously crossed his mind, but the chance to get out was too tempting to leave alone. He paused when he saw a girl and a guy talking, but decided maybe this was their idea. "Hello, I'm Quinn. I hope I'm not late." He said casually, as if this was a lovely outing for tea with friends. He crossed his arms and leaned up against the wall as he scanned the other two prisoners. They both looked like they could handle themselves, so that was good. "What exactly is the plan, if you don't mind me asking?"

 

[Scaddox]

"Dennis Quinn, arrested for too many things to count but a master of deception. You're not necessarily violent, or at least, not a killer, but you'll help."


Adam said, pulling him and Carly into his cell.


"When there's more people we'll discuss the plan."

 

[InternalAssumpter]

Iris was anything but pleased at the moment. It was hard enough trying to get out of her cell but damn was the walk a long one. It was a miracle she arrived undetected. She stood in front of the designated cell. Staring at it, not uttering a word. Was she suppose to say something? Was there a code? Maybe there was. She shook her head before her mind could come up with more ridiculous thoughts. ".... Hello?" She spoke up loud enough for the inhabitants of the cell in front of her to hear.

 

[Scaddox]

Adam stood up and stepped towards the entrance of his cell. "Ah, not who I expected but just who I'd want for this. You're Iris, are you not? An incredibly violent and incredibly intriguing individual. You're good at dishing out pain and that's what I need." He took her hand and pulled her into the cell, slamming the cell door and looking towards the three. He grabbed a blueprint from his desk and laid it out on the floor, looking through all his notes quickly. "Give me a minute, I need to properly arrange all of this again."

 

[Facethelight]

Asane didn't have that rough of a time convincing the guard to talk a walk and have a 'smoke break'. And so happen to leave the door slightly open to her cell as well. She grinned and sighed at the easyness it was to mold a guys mind in the right circumstances, and peeked her head out the cell door. Seemed clear enough to her. She took her first few steps out of the cell and onto the equally as hard concrete of the floor outside.


"What was it I heard... sixty seven was it?"


She pondered for a moment before seeing if her stealth skills weren't so rusty they were unusable anymore. She avoided any contact whenever neccessary to make the decent walk over, and luckily made it with debatable ease. Once actually at the cell, she looked around to her sides before giving out a small knock on the door and an 'Open up'.

 

[Scaddox]

Adam looked up, a little irritated with the newcomer. "Huh, I didn't know you were the one coming up with the plan. If you don't want to get left behind you'd better be a bit more respectful." He said, standing up, opening the cell and pulling her in, a little forceful (he wasn't sure if he did it intentionally or not.). "Sit down, contract killer."

 

[Facethelight]

After being pulled in, she made a move to dust herself off where she was grabbed as if he got her dirty. "First, you're in prison. This is as abouch much respect that I can give without bending over during showertime." she rolled her eyes. "Second, watch where you grab; I'm a lady not a football player." She did however sit down in accordance to him, knowing that what he said was atleast true about how he had the plan to escape this messed up and oddly co-gender prison.

 

[Scaddox]

"According to the crowd you stuck with in here, you are the type of person to bend over during showertime." He replied, scratching the back of his head. "Anyways, with your 'skills' you'll be good for some distraction. Now, we're gonna to assign roles, everyone ready?"

 

[Facethelight]

She puffed out her cheeks and slightly crossed her arms, still letting them be loose , though it's clear her emotion. "Glad my skills consist of only being eye candy" she said under her breath to herself, as if she was trying to be sarcastic only to herself. "By 'we're' gonna assign roles, you mean you're gonna assign roles. Otherwise i would prefer not to be a distraction"

 

[Scaddox]

"Trust me, you're not just distraction." He said, extending his hand for her to get up. "You're gonna be a piece of eye candy at first. I want you to distract Danny over in cell 103, without anyone seeing you. after you've done so, kill him, but make it look accidental. Once you've done that, the two guards by the southern entrance to the cell block will have to take him to the infirmary. That's why before they find him you're gonna have to plant this explosive... somewhere." He extended another hand, holding a small but compact remote explosive.

 

[Facethelight]

"Well then uh..." She took the small explosive from him, looking it over. "I understand a prison break is complicated but thats a plan of itself it sounds what you just told me. How do you expect me to kill him, much less distract him? I'm a hird gun, not a hired fist. That musclehead will crush me the second i go from eye candy to poison. Thats atleast from what ive noticed from even just walking around the weight room, much less what id probably know if i watched him intently."

 

[Scaddox]

Adam looked at her and rolled his eyes. He pulled his pistol out, putting it in the hand she didn't use to let him get her up. "I thought you were one of the greatest hitmen ever, I didn't think that meant you only used guns. The silencer is built in, so it's easier to conceal." He explained, stepping back and slumping onto his emptied mattress. "Try and find out where he hid the guard's keycard before you kill him, if you can't we'll have to improvise."

 

[Facethelight]

"I'd love to toot my own horn and say i'm the best, or one of the greatest at least, but if you can't tell my body is more so flexible than it is strong. Guns are my forte, hell evea shiv can suffice, but fists are a no go." She looked over the pistol as she finished her sentence, thinking how she was going to get this accomplished. "Hmph.... Alright, i got an idea." She nodded and stuck the pistol in the back rim of her pants and undergarments, mostly due to the fact having a holster is something unknown to ever be on prisoners, of course. That also being said, her top doesnt exactly reach all the way down to cover it, so the handle stuck out slightly but she didn't intend on getting seen at all. "I'll be back as soon as i can."

 

[Scaddox]

"Okay... Now that she's dealt with I need to talk to you two." He said, looking at Carly and Dennis. "Alright... So. Addict, you're gonna go to cell 17, currently empty after I killed the man who stayed in it. Find me the envelope left under the bed and bring it back. Improv, you're gonna act sick, get sent to the infirmary. Once you're there, get my medical folder from her office and get double of the prescriptions listed." He explained to them both, pulling them up from the ground and pushing them out of his cell. "And, who I assume to be the last of the group, Iris. Just what are you gonna help me do?"

 

[InternalAssumpter]

As the supposed mastermind talked, Iris kept quiet with her eyes on the floor. Should she really be here? What if it all doesn't work out? They'd never have a chance to get out if that happens. Not like there was anyone waiting for her if she got out. Why was she even here anyway? Her flame of pessimism seemed to grow brighter and brighter until it completely died due to a voice. Her eyes looked at the owner of the voice. She thought his question. "Aren't you the mastermind. If that was a rhetorical question then I'm not saying anything but if it was an actual question, I'd expect someone smart like you can at least figure out that much. If you can't then you don't have the qualification to be the 'leader'." She said as her eyes narrowed at him. She was being defensive and cold and she knew it. Maybe it was because she needed to know if he was a qualified leader or maybe it was because of her own pessimism. Even she didn't know exactly.

 

[Shadow]

Dennis listened quietly as the 'leader/mastermind/whatever the hell else he was' talked to the newest arrival. Suddenly the guy's voice changed to a more commanding tone, like he was giving orders. 'Improv'........Dennis could only assume that was him and he burned the intructions into his memory as he was pushed out of the cell. "Uh, what's the full name on the file?" He asked, hoping he wouldn't grab the wrong one. Part of his brain questioned his own sanity at his willingness to take this guy's orders. If he was caught, who knew how bad the punishment would be. Then again, what did he have to lose? Not to mention it was just fun tricking the staff into believing random stuff. Why not do it again?

 

[Facethelight]

Spoiler

[media]

[/media]
As Asane exited the cell, she moved out of the way before being shoved over from the others leaving. She glanced around, making an image of her mind of the layout of the prison, trying to remember all the patrols the guards did from a planner she had seen before hanging off a clipboard a guard had one time near her cell. If from forty seven to sixty seven was a walk, why did it have to be all the way over at one hundred three? She sighed, not knowing how well even this would be accomplished. She did a mix of a tip-toe and a run over to the corner to turn down into the next cell block, and peered around the corner- and holy shit guards were everywhere. Due to this prison obviously being as shanty and bad as you can imagine it to be, the patrols are so badly done that at one point of every hour, every guard is in the same main area. This would be impossible to sneak through, if that didn't however mean that every guard will be at the end of their respective halls at the same time. Seeing them start to come her way, she quickly pulled back and looked around for an empty cell.


"Damn!"


She said to herself after not finding any empty cell, so she had to grab and shimmy at the one right next to her and hope it opened. All it did was barely budge, but the clinking of metal was clear enough that it was going to bust. At the same time, the sound of footsteps nearing the corner was putting her into more than an anxious mood to get this damned door open. She pressed herself up against the door right as she saw a foot swing around the corner, and the door collapsed in; or better to say swung open and hit the wall, Asane falling straight down as someone at their desk on the inside jumped from the startling appearance of an odd girl that wasn't supposed to be out, as it wasn't the recreational hours. Now the place may be shabby, but it wasn't so bad that the guard didn't hear that or see the cell door swinging up, and with a quick jog a few steps the stepped into the cell.


"The hell is this?"


Now, you may be thinking he was referring to Asane; no. She had in the nick of time crawled straight under the bed. Had the guard not been shocked he would've heard her gasping breaths of fatigue from trying to pull herself over concrete that wasn't exactly waxed any time recently.


"Hey listen you've got the wrong ide-"


"Shut the hell up!


The guard had used his baton to whack the innocent prisoners face practically across the room.


"You tampered with the damn door, didn't you?! Nice try on the escape, but you aren't getting anywhere"


Next thing you know, his collars being grabbed by the guard and he's being dragged out of the cell, asking for other guards to come give him a hand so he doesn't drag his legs across the concrete so long he bleeds a blood stain permanently into them. Asane on the other hand sighed of relief at both not being caught, and all the guards were temporarily indisposed of.


That being said, her whole plan on waiting and timing is now off, so she feels kinda jipped. She crawled back out and rubbed her legs, aptly now scraped. She eyed around the corners and saw everything clear, so she made a nice run over to the cell labeled one hundred and three. She made sure everything was still on her, giving herself a frisk, and... right, everything there, perfect. She gave a knock on the door, and waited for a response.


"What now, you blue-wearing shitters?"


She hated how she was gonna have to talk at the moment but if it had to be done, she needed this door open.


"Hey now, if that's how you speak to all the ladies you can't see, you must be a lot of fun at the glory hole"


She tried to speak in a hushed alluring manner, but it was so forced you really did have to be locked up for years to go for this, and she didn't honestly expect it to work. Her plan B was to use the pistol and shoot the door open somehow and hope it was loaded enough for the job afterwards.


"Shieet, That you Asane?"


She cringed, how the hell did he even know her name, the damn muscle-head.


"Of course-"


she stammered out, before rubbing her forehead, obviously this was not boding well in her subconscious. She's done this to guards before, but usually they weren't looking like they just got out of a contest where you had to look the most fake regarding muscles for those shitty ads on the side of websites advertising some type of protein med.


"Now I know you can open this door, why not let me in, it's been so long since I've had some fun."


He didn't even both giving a response before getting up and opening the door. This having been risky regarding the guards could have seen her, but she didn't want to be in the same cell as this dude, atleast alive, so the only thing he saw when he opened up the door was the barrel of the pistol, aimed right up under his chin.


"Thank god you believed me, it made this job so much easier."


Before he could react or stammer a word out, blood shot out from under his neck, which she purposely got closer to him as to not let any get on the outside. Now, she isn't strong. At all. So this was a true challenge for her, but she grabbed onto his body while still keeping it up, and pulled it into the cell. Her hand was covering the would so his blood was pooling into it rather than the floor, as she positioned him just right, and let go. His body fell right in the perfect place, that the spot in his neck/under his chin hit right against the edge of the sink. Combined with the hole in his neck and the force of his weight, the bullet hole turned into a slit in his throat from being torn, but not clean enough to kink it was the cause of a blade. This also made the bullet fall right out, which she grabbed before it even hit the ground. Might I add, she made sure to pick up the shell from the shot as well. On the other end of him, she picked up his foot, and placed it right so that one of his toes was caught in the frame of the bed, and then quickly snapped it. Even dead you could almost hear him in pain.


"Perfect~"


She purred to herself practically.


"Now it just looks like the big fuck slipped out of bed because his little toe got caught, and all of his muscle was enough weight to separate his head from his neck in the front. Now, If i were to hide a keycard..." She thought for a moment; pondering.


"...You know, I kind of expected this..."


she had to get a little frisky but he definitely was hiding it where she thought, and she would be washing this hand for the rest of her life due to it.


"Next, explosive..."


She looked around the cell for a place to put the bomb, and when it hit her.


"Prank time"


She grinned to herself, referring back to her college days where she used to play a few pranks, one being a cherry bomb in the toilet. This time, a plastic explosive. She popped up the top and pulled the plug for the water up and out of the toilet, slipping in the explosive, and then plugging it back up. Toilet won't work anymore, but no ones going to need to use it.


"sweet, now just to make it back..."

 

[Scaddox]

"Well, I want you to come with me." Adam said to Iris, waiting for her to stand up. He looked at Dennis, who had asked his question in unison with what Adam said, and sighed.


"Adam Hills."


He looked back at Iris, making sure he was focusing on the mission rather than what he would do if he got out.


"So, Iris Lucius. You are, according to the database I hacked to get blackmail, incredibly dangerous. To me, that is incredibly good. I need you to help me kill some people."

 

[InternalAssumpter]

With her eyes still on him, Iris stood up. Iris couldn't help but click her tongue as he said her full name. "I would appreciate you calling me Ira." She informed with a grim expression. Hearing his request, Iris bit her lower lip. It was only when she angry. If she could, she really didn't want to use her anger, much less kill soneone. Iris absent mindedly nodded. She was still trying to figure put the pros of her going through with this.

 

[Scaddox]

"Well, Ira, We have a tight schedule to stick to." He replied, rolling up his blueprint and sticking it back in his desk. "On the third floor of cells there's a wall that, isn't a wall. It's a hidden cell door that leads into the guard office. It's usually used in case of riots, or if an inmate has done something very bad, like blowing open his ventilation to crawl out of jail." He explained, pointing up at his weak, fake vent cover. "If we hide in a cell near the door, and I set off the large explosive I have hidden above cell 66, they'll have to come out of the door." He added. He wasn't sure why they built this place like a secret fortress but it was in his favor. "If you want to do anything before we do this, I suggest you do so now. We'll use the speaker in the guard's office to signal the others."

 

[InternalAssumpter]

Iris looked at the blueprints with her brow raised. This guy was no joke. Well, he's in jail like her so of course he isn't. Hearing his question, she hummed softly as she thought. Well, she didn't have anything to do other than rot in her cell but this was her last chance to back out. She didn't have any want to get out. She deserved to be here but she didn't want to. Oh well, she'll just see where this goes. If she died in the process, that would probably be the best case scenario. "Ready when you are." She commented.