Jail-break [ACTIVE | OPEN]
Characters: Hermes Costello, anyone else who wants to greet her upon her arrival.
Setting: The Entrance Room
Time: Night 005, just after sunset.
Summary: Hermes suddenly finds herself NOT an inmate of Green Dolphin Street Prison, and an inmate of the Dollsy House instead.
Warnings: Hermes is seriously foul-mouthed.
Hermes blinked. One moment she had been in the Green Dolphin infirmary, talking with Jolyne, and the next, she was...
"What the hell is this?" he called out as she scrambled to her feet, disoriented.
The environment was completely foreign. Marble floors, marble walls...not even the Chapel back in Green Dolphin had been this fancy. And this sure didn't look like any prison she'd ever heard of.
"Gotta be the fastest goddamn jailbreak I've ever heard of," Hermes muttered under her breath as she looked around. She'd seen some pretty weird shit since her second stay at Green Dolphin had started, but this was on a whole other level.
Her mind caught up with the situation suddenly. The important thing was that she was out of the jail now. She didn't know how she'd gotten out, but she couldn't argue with the simple fact that she had. Hell, for all she knew, Jolyne was behind this somehow. So, right now the important thing was making sure that she stayed that way. Which, first things first, meant ditching this vest. The fact that it had 'G. D. St. JAIL' emblazoned on the back would probably be a bit of a tipoff that she was an escapee.
A moment's search discovered a coat closet; Hermes quickly stripped off the vest, leaving her with just her striped tank top, balled it up and tossed it into the back corner of the closet. She considered taking one of the fur coats that was hanging in the closet (it was freezing! Wherever she was, it sure wasn't Florida anymore), but decided against it, as any sort of theft like that would be more likely to get her noticed. Then she tried the door, eager to enjoy her newfound freedom.
No luck. The door wouldn't budge, no matter what she did to it. It was locked, and she couldn't do anything about it. She crossed her arms and glared at it, spitting out: "What the fuck is this? Open, you piece of shit!"
The door did not respond. It simply stood there as solidly as before, barring her way.
"Fine!" she said, turning her back on it. "I'll just find another way out."
Remember, she thought as she walked towards the house's interior, rubbing her bare arms for warmth, just act natural. If someone asks you what the hell you're doing in their house, just...act natural.
Setting: The Entrance Room
Time: Night 005, just after sunset.
Summary: Hermes suddenly finds herself NOT an inmate of Green Dolphin Street Prison, and an inmate of the Dollsy House instead.
Warnings: Hermes is seriously foul-mouthed.
Hermes blinked. One moment she had been in the Green Dolphin infirmary, talking with Jolyne, and the next, she was...
"What the hell is this?" he called out as she scrambled to her feet, disoriented.
The environment was completely foreign. Marble floors, marble walls...not even the Chapel back in Green Dolphin had been this fancy. And this sure didn't look like any prison she'd ever heard of.
"Gotta be the fastest goddamn jailbreak I've ever heard of," Hermes muttered under her breath as she looked around. She'd seen some pretty weird shit since her second stay at Green Dolphin had started, but this was on a whole other level.
Her mind caught up with the situation suddenly. The important thing was that she was out of the jail now. She didn't know how she'd gotten out, but she couldn't argue with the simple fact that she had. Hell, for all she knew, Jolyne was behind this somehow. So, right now the important thing was making sure that she stayed that way. Which, first things first, meant ditching this vest. The fact that it had 'G. D. St. JAIL' emblazoned on the back would probably be a bit of a tipoff that she was an escapee.
A moment's search discovered a coat closet; Hermes quickly stripped off the vest, leaving her with just her striped tank top, balled it up and tossed it into the back corner of the closet. She considered taking one of the fur coats that was hanging in the closet (it was freezing! Wherever she was, it sure wasn't Florida anymore), but decided against it, as any sort of theft like that would be more likely to get her noticed. Then she tried the door, eager to enjoy her newfound freedom.
No luck. The door wouldn't budge, no matter what she did to it. It was locked, and she couldn't do anything about it. She crossed her arms and glared at it, spitting out: "What the fuck is this? Open, you piece of shit!"
The door did not respond. It simply stood there as solidly as before, barring her way.
"Fine!" she said, turning her back on it. "I'll just find another way out."
Remember, she thought as she walked towards the house's interior, rubbing her bare arms for warmth, just act natural. If someone asks you what the hell you're doing in their house, just...act natural.